Monday 1st July - what, only 2 hours till I get on it again?
Tossing and turning, fiddling with the non-existent air-con, and getting up drinking gallons of water. Sleep was not happening as it should so naturally do after being awake for almost 30 hours! To maintain this sufferance was a lost cause. I decided to ride the comedown down at the pool, where an ice cold vodka Fanta, the coolness of the pool and chat amongst new friends would help
. Needless to say, this would become a very common occurrence and sleep a distant bodily function which frequently ceased to be required.
I bumped into lad group 1 down at the pool, lad 1 was sprawled out on the patio and apparently hadn't moved or spoken for a while, a spilt drink the only sign of his being alive. Lad 2 and I reminisced about the We Love party the night before and remarked upon it being awesome to have bumped into each other right at the end. All of us were feeling pretty ropey but already plans were being hatched for the coming evening. My phone beeped, it was chrl. Was I up for **** me I am famous and then a state of trance? A polite decline for now and a promise that we should be meet up soon. A second beep, it was lad group 2. Defected free party at Ushuaia tower then pre drinking before Sankeys as we had planned anyway? Yep, we'll on that I say, but when are we meeting? 6pm at the tower! What, only 2 hours till I get on it again?!
2 vodka Fantas, a shake, shave, a shower, and I am on my way again. Early evening so the sun is still reasonably high in the sky, great walk through PDB, everyone either coming back from the beach parties or eating food. The most distinctive things is that everyone is always smiling, and this didn't change throughout my whole trip.
Defected Free Party
Got to the tower and my first impression were pretty mind blowing. The design, effort and imagination that has gone into building the Ushuaia empire is not to be knocked. The branding is cool, but I am not convinced that a waitress likes to be called/branded 'the waitress'. It turns out the Defected free party to be more of a pool party. A few groups here and there chilling on the sun loungers. The Defected crew are doing a good job of, well, how to say, looking pretty behind the dj booth. A suggestion please, when the atmosphere is so blatantly dead on the floor, maybe just a couple of your crew from behind the decks could come forward and get others involved. I am only saying this because the party was from 6pm to 12am, this was 8pm and we were convinced it was unlikely to get busier. However, props to the tasty beats that were being dropped, and for the vodka redbull I downed being only 10 euros.
It has here at the tower that I met lad group 2, and a new group lad group 3. Excellent new arrivals! With our group seemingly getting bigger and bigger it was without doubt that the nights were going to get crazier! We all quickly decided the party wasn't happening and set about PDB looking for pre-drinks and also to see if 'x-ander' happened to be around!
Bora Bora x2
After an hour of wandering aimlessly around (fair to say everyone was on island time, no rush to do anything!) we finally made it to where we would spend the next couple of hours. Now, having been warmed up there last night, I knew the best approach this time would be to stock up on the booze from the shop, get a table outside and party away until loosened up. A few others joined me including new faces from the beach. I am not sure who is doing resident duties and I need to find out, but whoever the guys are they are doing an excellent job of keeping the vibe bouncing, and bouncing is the only way to describe it. Techy, tribal, rolling house beats. Really, there could be no stopping me from getting inside. All groups of lads were on the tables or chatting **** on the sofas. Damn this was going to be a big night! Early tip for night, Bora sell Brothers strawberry cider, refreshing and relatively cheap in comparison to vodka redbulls.
Feeling restless!
Time was moving on,and however sweet the beats maybe in Bora, I was fancying something new,if not, just heading to the club. It took a while and a few of us to persuade the groups to make a move, but finally we did. Arriving at the strip of bars leading up to Sankeys ( this quickly became my favourite spot), I bumped into lad group no1 heading to Pacha that night for Dirty Dutch. Quick hello and a vodka redbull later I was walking with purpose to Sankeys.
Sankeys - Troupe Records
Observation 1 - no queue - excellent
Observation 2 - Move D playing on decks as walk in - excellent
Observation 3 - the basement crowd is absolutely smashing it - excellent
5 mins in I haven't yet wanted to find the other lads as the music is just amazing and I am feeling very very happy to say least right now. Anyway, I am just there getting my groove on when I catch the eye of a lady about a metre away from me. Think nothing of it, then a few minutes later suddenly feel this hand slip into mine. I turn around it is her. She says, are you single? Can I kiss you?
Observation 4 - the speakers are booming but a bit bass heavy,not cool when bass dominates some tasty vocal tracks
Observation 5 - the graphics and LCD screen at back of booth are both mind bending and wicked
Observation 6 - Bicep are technically brilliant and their production / choon selection leaves me envious. These guys will be massive massive, if they are not already well on their way. Truly for the crowd selections.
Seriously, where does the time go when your having so much fun? I was interspersing a lot of the night with heading upstairs to the terrace, a cracking chill out spot at top of the club. Here the vibe is cool and there are a lot of tables to sit at. My only recommendation would be to install some more of the bed type thing that was on the left wall.
Observation 7 - where the f*ck did that girl go?
Observation 8 - the crowd died very quickly, no more than 100 left at 5.30
Observation 9 - it was time to leave.
Where's the After Party?
Leaving with a mix of lad group 2 and 3 ( others had gone home or gone elsewhere at this stage), I was looking for a bit of an after party due to my happy state of mind at this point. It was clear that,to my disappointment, no one was really up for anything so de toured myself via the beach at jet apartments. The sun was just arising and it was pretty damn peaceful with the sea lapping against the beach. Heaven!
My own private after party was going well, despite having to literally beat away the sucky sucky ladies ( who are annoying and no doubt a danger to society, and anyone unlucky to fall for their ugly charms). So I rolled a phat one, and just after, realised that I had no lighter, doh! No worries this is ibiza someone will be long soon with a friendly smile. So, lets call him 'the German Dude', was strolling along and I politely requested the use of his lighter. No probs. I said would you like to share my smoke. He said yes. 2 mins in, the German Dude, without any advance warning or notice says 'I like to suck c**k. Oh dear I'm thinking, no worries tho I have no problem with that, each to their own and all that. However, this dude is not shy. So after a couple of minutes I feel my self being tipped over the edge, it is time for home and some sleep. 'I come with you?' No sir, I'm off and by myself, I bid thee a good night!!
And with that I quickly jumped into a taxi and to my hotel. Special mention to the taxi driver who was pumping out some dirty break beat. Would have paid to travel round the island to continue listening!
Tbc.....