OK I guess since I'm about to head back for round #2, it's probably time I wrote a review of the openings weekend. It's a long one, sorry!
Edit; actually scrolling down, 'long one' is a big understatement. I'm at work and I guess I got carried away!
I had serious reservations about this trip; logistically it had been nightmarish. Some friends out for the season supposedly had a villa sorted in San An and the plan was to stay at theirs for next to nothing. I had doubts about this to begin with; San An is not where I wanted to be based and only one of the friends was into the same music as me; the rest are much more at home in the West End.
Two days before I was flying out I heard from one of my friends that the landlord was going crazy that there were 6 of them staying in what was a 4 person villa; I couldn't stay there. ****. Before this had happened a friend who I'd not had the best relationship with recently also found out I was going to the openings and decided she wanted to come. She didn't know my other friends and made plans to stay with a randomer she met in Ibiza last year and a female friend of his.
So basically in the week leading up to Ibiza I was stuck at work without anywhere to stay and with serious concerns about the people I would be spending my time there with.
To sort out my predicament I had a serious scout for cheap, decent accommodation; in PDB. After reading some reviews I went for Club Can Bossa which looked basic but decent enough. I got a 2 person room and wasn't especially pleased about having to unexpectedly shell out for accommodation when that was how I'd justified booking ultra-extortionate Bank-Holiday flights; but it was definitely for the best.
I flew out with this girl on the Friday afternoon. She surprised me at the airport by running off to get 'lemonade' that was actually those miniature bottles of champagne. So it began…
Flight was quite uneventful; loud annoying large group of Essex lads with small brains chanting and irritating the stewards. We got talking to these 2 nice girls who were on our flight who I kept seeing throughout the trip which was cool. Continued drinking on the flight and when I arrived in Ibiza was at a nice level.
Day 1 was fairly weird. My friend was staying at Mare Nostrum (which I should've booked instead of Club Can Bossa) so after checking in I went to meet her and have some more drinks. Had some strange banter with a very wasted/high South African and befriended some Belgians before my friend met up with an acquaintance of hers and we headed off to what I now know was Keep it Secret at Sands. I'd never been to Sands before on my past trips and I really liked the place. I didn't know who was djing but looking at stuff after it seems as though Tania Vulcano or someone similar was there; in hindsight gutted that I didn't know as I'd have definitely stayed longer. My friend (who I should point out now is insane, impulsive, excessive and in many ways a liability) heard from some guy that he was having a villa party and of course (grass is greener etc) decided that we simply had to go there.. So she persuaded this American girl and a Tunisian guy (who she'd just met) to come with us. By the way the Tunisian guy had very little English so we were conversing in very broken French. Everything was very blurry by this stage so have no idea how we communicated. Anyway we got in a taxi and went on a pretty long ride to find this villa…
So we ended up in Santa Eulalia; I'd heard of the place but none of us had ever been there. We walked into this very Spanish bar where the locals were doing shots of tequila and it was all a little bewildering. After a few phone calls the guy came and picked us up and took us to the villa ‘party.'
When we arrived it was pretty clear my wasted friend had gotten it mixed up; in the villa was just the guy and his mate. It was a pretty nice place with great views of the sea and this beautiful bay area. So we chilled outside and took pictures (I'll upload some to accompany this when I get home), had a few drinks and just sat around. After a while my friend decided we had to leave. She walked out of the villa and I followed her, cruelly ditching the two randomers who we'd gone with. I did regret this after I'd assured them we'd definitely all go back to PDB together as it was in our economic interest to do so but my friend had decided we had to leave and there was no stopping her. It would probably have been worse to have left her wandering the streets in that state on her own.
So we got in a taxi and went back to PDB. My memory is ultra hazy at this stage. I don't know what order it happened in but I remember her shouting vaffanculo at me outside Mare Nostrum and me thinking **** this and bumping into the Belgians who I went to have dinner with. Like I say very blurry and I was pissed at my friend. Shortly after she called me to find out where I was (typical) and came to dinner, after which I went back to the hotel to get some sleep.
Oh and also at some point at Mare Nostrum my friend managed to fall over and cut her knee quite badly (so that it was streaming blood at any rate). Neither of us know how but it happened and the reception staff gave us bandages and stuff to clean it, which my friend rejected. By the time she came to check out the staff felt the need to tell her she was too crazy, to calm down and to evaluate her morals. She wasn't too pleased about this ïŠ
I woke up stupidly early (7) unable to sleep and with butterflies and a feeling of euphoria in my stomach. I lay there for a while wondering whether I had done anything to warrant this feeling, before eventually dragging myself down to breakfast. It was basic as expected but I at least had a little something to eat and plenty of fluids. I then attempted to get the hotel guy to order me a taxi. He asked where to and I said Mare Nostrum to which he was perplexed; I knew it was quite near but was understandably feeling lazy and declared myself ‘estupido'. ‘Muy estupido' he concurred. So I walked to Mare Nostrum and met up with my friend by the pool. She was knocking back the vodka red bulls and at this point it was pretty clear how this Ibiza trip was going to go. I went to the bar to get myself some medicine when this Spanish guy waiting at the other side of the bar starting smiling and winking and gesturing at me. I looked around assuming he was trying to get someone else's attention but he pointed at me and did that European gesture where you pull down just below the eye to signify a joke or something (I'd only seen Germans do this before). He came around and told me he was going to get his friend to translate, so I followed him to his friend who said he wanted to say he was sorry and he got a bit crazy last night… Wtf.. Having no recollection of something someone felt the need to apologise for was pretty weird for me. I told my friend and she also had no idea. Then I looked through my photos and there were pictures of us with this guy and his friends outside Mare Nostrum. Then I remembered my friend made us get in this guys car; I think he was supposed to take us to this party or something but I guess for whatever reason something happened. Very weird.
Anyway, we waited at the pool for my friend's quasi-friend to arrive. After a while he did and it turns out the girl he was with was actually stunning. Long red hair, perfect face, eyes, legs, E-cups, the lot. It also soon became apparent that the quasi-friend was in no mood to be in Ibiza. He was angry, stressed, apparently had a lot going on at home and was just totally not up for it. He didn't want to come to Ushuaia or Zoo so went to a café to chill. So it fell to me to look after these two girls; one utterly insane, one a little less so. We went to Bora Bora for sangria and the amount of attention these girls were getting, even walking down the street, was ridiculous. Eventually we made our way to Ushuaia but it wasn't ready at the time advertised so we were sent away. They met a random large group of Essex guys who were with a couple of girls (ugly); all had low IQs and went to this nearby hotel pool/bar area. For whatever reason the girls I was with decided the guys were *****s and the girls were bitches and after some more drinks we went back to Ushuaia. There was already a queue but we made it in without issue and as it transpires none of the Essex guys were allowed in so I suppose the bouncers got something right for a change.
I'd never been to Ushuaia but I had reservations. The route Luciano has gone with Pacha and the pretentiousness.. Even though it was good those Essex cocks didn't get in I'm not into pretentious supposedly exclusive places with those kind of door policies. The interior was nice, the sound system great, the bar staff hot, the music ok. I didn't buy any drinks there so don't know what the prices were like; the insane friend got a bottle of champagne, I didn't see how much it was but I imagine it was a silly amount.
Anyway Ushuaia wasn't too eventful and the girls wanted to check out Zoo. I was vaguely up for Zoo but pretty indifferent. By this stage we were all pretty plastered and it was still early so we got a taxi to San An. En route it was decided we needed to eat so we went to Savannah and got some drinks and light food which was well presented and decent. We were pretty much the only people there and it was perfect weather so it was quite chilled and enjoyable lying on the sofas outside. After that we headed to Zoo and after a short queue we were in.
Understandably things were getting blurry by this stage; I remember us going to the seal pit and not really feeling it. The system sounded (and also actually looked) very poor; it was pretty empty and there wasn't much of an atmosphere. We went and chilled by the pool area and at some stage the insane friend decided she was angry at myself and the new girl / wanted to be in PDB and got a taxi back on her own. Also somewhere along the way the new girl picked up seven of a commonly available product which I believe we got to work on. As far as I know we spent a long time on the poolside cushions in an odd state having weird conversations. After a few hours we got a taxi back to PDB and went to Ushuaia. I was quite up for going back in but she was put off by the massive queue and wanted to go and get some drinks and chill on the beach outside Bora Bora. This we did, and we also finished off the last of the product, which is out of character for me.
So as we chilled on the beach, listened to the music etc, someone must've snuck up behind us and stole the new girl's bag; including her new iPhone, some cash, DC10 ticket and (most importantly) her make up. She was quite indifferent about it at first as in that state it's hard not to be anything other than happy. I, trying to be the responsible male, thought we should immediately go to the police station and report it. Thankfully she persuaded me otherwise and instead I got her a replacement DC10 ticket and after a while we headed back to Mare Nostrum. The guy who she came with was not happy. The insane girl had annoyed him and when he saw the new girl he was very angry that she was wasted and that she'd lost her bag (apparently my fault). The new girl ended up in tears trying to cancel her phone and sort out money for the trip as she'd lost her cards. After a while I decided to call it a night and headed back to Club Can Bossa; somehow managing to get lost along the very straightforward way. After eventually finding my hotel I got to sleep….
Only to wake up shortly after at 8AM with that same irritating euphoria that wouldn't let me sleep. After spending a couple of hours persuading myself I was fine and reliving what I could remember of the previous day, I got showered and left. I was supposed to meet the girls on the beach, so I went to a café and forced myself to eat a meagre breakfast. They took longer than expected so I chilled on the beach on my own for a while before meeting them outside Bora Bora. It was still morning but we started getting into the sangria and from then on I was fine. We spent a lot of the day on the beach and eventually went to Disco Point (not sure why there exactly) for drinks. More product was procured and I'm told consumed at that point. We spent quite a while there drinking strawberry mojitos the insane girl got for everyone (not masculine but pretty tasty) before we left. Now somehow myself and the insane girl got separated from the new girl and angry guy (who'd come to meet us at Disco Point). On the way to Tantra to get tickets the insane girl decided she wanted to go and see her friends at Shardana and they made some really nice assorted bruschetta for us without charge (although the insane girl decided she didn't want it, but I enjoyed it anyway). We left and then out of nowhere the insane girl pretty much fainted. Became a dead weight and basically passed out in front of the pharmacia. She hadn't slept or eaten properly and was drinking silly amounts among other things. I eventually found a taxi and took her back to Mare Nostrum, made sure she was ok and headed off to Space.
Once inside I attempted to meet up with the angry guy and new girl. She had no phone but I was texting the guy who unhelpful simply said he was in the Terraza. For a while I tried to work out which room was the Terraza before admitting defeat. As it transpires he wasn't with the new girl anyway. Unexpectedly I got a text from the insane girl who said she was in Space. After a stupid amount of effort I managed to find her. We spent some time in the upstairs outdoor area, she managed to make some girl really angry and eventually we got drinks and sat at the table behind the bar in the Discoteca. At this point she gave me her BlackBerry to send a message to her friend and went to the toilet telling me to wait there. After waiting for what seemed like an hour it was clear that she'd disappeared so I went to check out the Discoteca. I don't know who was djing, wasn't my kinda music (a bit too upfront and pounding, it wasn't hard like Chris Liebing though), but the atmosphere was good. It was rammed and the lights were excellent plus the ice cannons were blasting out. I decided to bide my time there before going to see Tiefschwarz.
Tiefschwarz was on in El Salon at 2am I think. I managed to work out which room that was by process of elimination and got there for the start of their set. Ultimately I was disappointed. It wasn't what I expect from Tiefschwarz and I wasn't feeling the remix of that commercial 2007 ‘Work' tune. It was filmed for Be @ TV anyway so check it out if interested. I didn't hang around there for the whole set, although it seems like it got better, and got a taxi back to the hotel.
Monday arrived. I think I woke up earlier this day than on any other. I was not in a good way; 3 days of serious abuse was taking its toll. It took me a long time to get my **** together and desperately in need of fluids I eventually walked to the nearest supermarket I could find. I got a nasty ham and egg sandwich (all that there was) and some drinks and went back to the hotel to try and sort myself out. I forced myself to eat half of it and finally got myself together for DC10. I then left to meet the new girl and insane girl at Bora Bora. At this point I found out the angry guy couldn't take the girls, had had enough and paid to get on an earlier flight. Sangria wasn't helping and after a few glasses I had to vomit ïŒ. I knew I had to eat something before DC10 so went to Subway and got a sandwich but I was only able to eat a bite and left it. Oh well. Went to another bar had a strong vodka redbull, bought a bud at the shop and we got a taxi to DC10. I was feeling a lot better at this stage, the alcohol was working and I was totally enamoured by DC10. First time there and it was the coolest place I've ever been to. People dressed up crazily, my favourite music, sunshine, cheaper drinks & a decent enough system. I'm not sure if it was Tanzmann or Dyed Soundorom playing in the Terrace but all the DJs I saw smashed it. I definitely saw Tanzmann when it was getting darker and he killed it as expected. My friends that I was supposed to stay with initially also decided to come to DC10. Only one had a ticket and the other three said they couldn't get one on the door so I was told that my one friend (who'd lost his phone) was inside and I set to work finding him. Bizarrely I found him almost immediately in the main room a few rows deep in the crowd. That was quite cool.
At some point we ended up chilling outside, it was dark at this stage. All of us were looking out for various products but couldn't find anything. I was talking to an Argentinean who lived in Ibiza and he had clearly been dabbling in an animal related product. Eventually he gave me a small quantity. Big mistake. It was super super strong and literally floored me.. My head was on the gravel. First for me. I spent at least an hour there having a weird time and also vomited in the process. My insane friend offered me some medicine (one of those tablets which dissolves in water) which I gratefully accepted. Little did I know she'd put it in a hideously strong double vodka red bull. Bitch. My friend from home and the insane girl went to get drinks, leaving me with the new girl who was laying down with me and actually mothering me. After some time she began to wonder where the **** they'd gotten to and we agreed they must've disappeared in the club. We got up to go and look for them and ended up in the Terrace where Vulcano was doing what she does and the atmosphere was dark, pounding and just wrong - excellent. I was feeling dodgy but the music kept me going and me and the new girl had a lot of fun. DC10 was the main draw of the opening weekend for me and ARPIAR is the act I most wanted to see. Unfortunately they weren't on until relatively late, and also they were in the main room which I wasn't feeling so much. Regardless I persuaded the new girl to come and check them out but she wasn't feeling it. They were churning out some weird stuff as you'd expect but I don't think either of us were in the right state/mindset to wait and feel it build up. We headed back to Vulcano and after a while left.
I was at this stage very conscious of the fact I was supposed to be at work tomorrow. We got a taxi back to mine and eventually said goodbye. I couldn't sleep and had to think about packing and going. This seemed like a mammoth task but belatedly I made it down to reception and split a cab with two Germans (or maybe they were Spanish) who seemed (perhaps understandably) a little wary of me. Got to the airport and… Wahey my flight is the only flight to be delayed and it was delayed by two hours. Now after spending 10 hours at the airport in September coming back from the closing (seemed like a good idea to get where I needed to be and my friends were flying to Rome a lot earlier) I am not a fan of Ibiza airport. I sat around feeling rough and finally was able to board. I hadn't eaten for a long time so on the plane I had to eat something. Went for a cheese and ham melt, another big mistake. We landed, and feeling even rougher having eaten I made my way to the coach queue… Which was massive. Plus the weather was grim. After missing the first coach due to the queue I eventually managed to get on one and after a very nasty, unpleasant ride I made it home feeling rough.
I didn't make it to work the next day but actually recovered surprisingly quickly and was fine for the day after. In spite of the journey back it was well worth it. Had an amazing time and thought the atmosphere for the openings was so good, far far better than the closings. Would really love to go again next year but I think for the next three years I'll have uni exams at exactly that time which is a real shame.
Anyway I'll add photos later or over the weekend. For now here is a video I took at my new favourite place: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNw1O2Yz60c
Edit; actually scrolling down, 'long one' is a big understatement. I'm at work and I guess I got carried away!
I had serious reservations about this trip; logistically it had been nightmarish. Some friends out for the season supposedly had a villa sorted in San An and the plan was to stay at theirs for next to nothing. I had doubts about this to begin with; San An is not where I wanted to be based and only one of the friends was into the same music as me; the rest are much more at home in the West End.
Two days before I was flying out I heard from one of my friends that the landlord was going crazy that there were 6 of them staying in what was a 4 person villa; I couldn't stay there. ****. Before this had happened a friend who I'd not had the best relationship with recently also found out I was going to the openings and decided she wanted to come. She didn't know my other friends and made plans to stay with a randomer she met in Ibiza last year and a female friend of his.
So basically in the week leading up to Ibiza I was stuck at work without anywhere to stay and with serious concerns about the people I would be spending my time there with.
To sort out my predicament I had a serious scout for cheap, decent accommodation; in PDB. After reading some reviews I went for Club Can Bossa which looked basic but decent enough. I got a 2 person room and wasn't especially pleased about having to unexpectedly shell out for accommodation when that was how I'd justified booking ultra-extortionate Bank-Holiday flights; but it was definitely for the best.
I flew out with this girl on the Friday afternoon. She surprised me at the airport by running off to get 'lemonade' that was actually those miniature bottles of champagne. So it began…
Flight was quite uneventful; loud annoying large group of Essex lads with small brains chanting and irritating the stewards. We got talking to these 2 nice girls who were on our flight who I kept seeing throughout the trip which was cool. Continued drinking on the flight and when I arrived in Ibiza was at a nice level.
Day 1 was fairly weird. My friend was staying at Mare Nostrum (which I should've booked instead of Club Can Bossa) so after checking in I went to meet her and have some more drinks. Had some strange banter with a very wasted/high South African and befriended some Belgians before my friend met up with an acquaintance of hers and we headed off to what I now know was Keep it Secret at Sands. I'd never been to Sands before on my past trips and I really liked the place. I didn't know who was djing but looking at stuff after it seems as though Tania Vulcano or someone similar was there; in hindsight gutted that I didn't know as I'd have definitely stayed longer. My friend (who I should point out now is insane, impulsive, excessive and in many ways a liability) heard from some guy that he was having a villa party and of course (grass is greener etc) decided that we simply had to go there.. So she persuaded this American girl and a Tunisian guy (who she'd just met) to come with us. By the way the Tunisian guy had very little English so we were conversing in very broken French. Everything was very blurry by this stage so have no idea how we communicated. Anyway we got in a taxi and went on a pretty long ride to find this villa…
So we ended up in Santa Eulalia; I'd heard of the place but none of us had ever been there. We walked into this very Spanish bar where the locals were doing shots of tequila and it was all a little bewildering. After a few phone calls the guy came and picked us up and took us to the villa ‘party.'
When we arrived it was pretty clear my wasted friend had gotten it mixed up; in the villa was just the guy and his mate. It was a pretty nice place with great views of the sea and this beautiful bay area. So we chilled outside and took pictures (I'll upload some to accompany this when I get home), had a few drinks and just sat around. After a while my friend decided we had to leave. She walked out of the villa and I followed her, cruelly ditching the two randomers who we'd gone with. I did regret this after I'd assured them we'd definitely all go back to PDB together as it was in our economic interest to do so but my friend had decided we had to leave and there was no stopping her. It would probably have been worse to have left her wandering the streets in that state on her own.
So we got in a taxi and went back to PDB. My memory is ultra hazy at this stage. I don't know what order it happened in but I remember her shouting vaffanculo at me outside Mare Nostrum and me thinking **** this and bumping into the Belgians who I went to have dinner with. Like I say very blurry and I was pissed at my friend. Shortly after she called me to find out where I was (typical) and came to dinner, after which I went back to the hotel to get some sleep.
Oh and also at some point at Mare Nostrum my friend managed to fall over and cut her knee quite badly (so that it was streaming blood at any rate). Neither of us know how but it happened and the reception staff gave us bandages and stuff to clean it, which my friend rejected. By the time she came to check out the staff felt the need to tell her she was too crazy, to calm down and to evaluate her morals. She wasn't too pleased about this ïŠ
I woke up stupidly early (7) unable to sleep and with butterflies and a feeling of euphoria in my stomach. I lay there for a while wondering whether I had done anything to warrant this feeling, before eventually dragging myself down to breakfast. It was basic as expected but I at least had a little something to eat and plenty of fluids. I then attempted to get the hotel guy to order me a taxi. He asked where to and I said Mare Nostrum to which he was perplexed; I knew it was quite near but was understandably feeling lazy and declared myself ‘estupido'. ‘Muy estupido' he concurred. So I walked to Mare Nostrum and met up with my friend by the pool. She was knocking back the vodka red bulls and at this point it was pretty clear how this Ibiza trip was going to go. I went to the bar to get myself some medicine when this Spanish guy waiting at the other side of the bar starting smiling and winking and gesturing at me. I looked around assuming he was trying to get someone else's attention but he pointed at me and did that European gesture where you pull down just below the eye to signify a joke or something (I'd only seen Germans do this before). He came around and told me he was going to get his friend to translate, so I followed him to his friend who said he wanted to say he was sorry and he got a bit crazy last night… Wtf.. Having no recollection of something someone felt the need to apologise for was pretty weird for me. I told my friend and she also had no idea. Then I looked through my photos and there were pictures of us with this guy and his friends outside Mare Nostrum. Then I remembered my friend made us get in this guys car; I think he was supposed to take us to this party or something but I guess for whatever reason something happened. Very weird.
Anyway, we waited at the pool for my friend's quasi-friend to arrive. After a while he did and it turns out the girl he was with was actually stunning. Long red hair, perfect face, eyes, legs, E-cups, the lot. It also soon became apparent that the quasi-friend was in no mood to be in Ibiza. He was angry, stressed, apparently had a lot going on at home and was just totally not up for it. He didn't want to come to Ushuaia or Zoo so went to a café to chill. So it fell to me to look after these two girls; one utterly insane, one a little less so. We went to Bora Bora for sangria and the amount of attention these girls were getting, even walking down the street, was ridiculous. Eventually we made our way to Ushuaia but it wasn't ready at the time advertised so we were sent away. They met a random large group of Essex guys who were with a couple of girls (ugly); all had low IQs and went to this nearby hotel pool/bar area. For whatever reason the girls I was with decided the guys were *****s and the girls were bitches and after some more drinks we went back to Ushuaia. There was already a queue but we made it in without issue and as it transpires none of the Essex guys were allowed in so I suppose the bouncers got something right for a change.
I'd never been to Ushuaia but I had reservations. The route Luciano has gone with Pacha and the pretentiousness.. Even though it was good those Essex cocks didn't get in I'm not into pretentious supposedly exclusive places with those kind of door policies. The interior was nice, the sound system great, the bar staff hot, the music ok. I didn't buy any drinks there so don't know what the prices were like; the insane friend got a bottle of champagne, I didn't see how much it was but I imagine it was a silly amount.
Anyway Ushuaia wasn't too eventful and the girls wanted to check out Zoo. I was vaguely up for Zoo but pretty indifferent. By this stage we were all pretty plastered and it was still early so we got a taxi to San An. En route it was decided we needed to eat so we went to Savannah and got some drinks and light food which was well presented and decent. We were pretty much the only people there and it was perfect weather so it was quite chilled and enjoyable lying on the sofas outside. After that we headed to Zoo and after a short queue we were in.
Understandably things were getting blurry by this stage; I remember us going to the seal pit and not really feeling it. The system sounded (and also actually looked) very poor; it was pretty empty and there wasn't much of an atmosphere. We went and chilled by the pool area and at some stage the insane friend decided she was angry at myself and the new girl / wanted to be in PDB and got a taxi back on her own. Also somewhere along the way the new girl picked up seven of a commonly available product which I believe we got to work on. As far as I know we spent a long time on the poolside cushions in an odd state having weird conversations. After a few hours we got a taxi back to PDB and went to Ushuaia. I was quite up for going back in but she was put off by the massive queue and wanted to go and get some drinks and chill on the beach outside Bora Bora. This we did, and we also finished off the last of the product, which is out of character for me.
So as we chilled on the beach, listened to the music etc, someone must've snuck up behind us and stole the new girl's bag; including her new iPhone, some cash, DC10 ticket and (most importantly) her make up. She was quite indifferent about it at first as in that state it's hard not to be anything other than happy. I, trying to be the responsible male, thought we should immediately go to the police station and report it. Thankfully she persuaded me otherwise and instead I got her a replacement DC10 ticket and after a while we headed back to Mare Nostrum. The guy who she came with was not happy. The insane girl had annoyed him and when he saw the new girl he was very angry that she was wasted and that she'd lost her bag (apparently my fault). The new girl ended up in tears trying to cancel her phone and sort out money for the trip as she'd lost her cards. After a while I decided to call it a night and headed back to Club Can Bossa; somehow managing to get lost along the very straightforward way. After eventually finding my hotel I got to sleep….
Only to wake up shortly after at 8AM with that same irritating euphoria that wouldn't let me sleep. After spending a couple of hours persuading myself I was fine and reliving what I could remember of the previous day, I got showered and left. I was supposed to meet the girls on the beach, so I went to a café and forced myself to eat a meagre breakfast. They took longer than expected so I chilled on the beach on my own for a while before meeting them outside Bora Bora. It was still morning but we started getting into the sangria and from then on I was fine. We spent a lot of the day on the beach and eventually went to Disco Point (not sure why there exactly) for drinks. More product was procured and I'm told consumed at that point. We spent quite a while there drinking strawberry mojitos the insane girl got for everyone (not masculine but pretty tasty) before we left. Now somehow myself and the insane girl got separated from the new girl and angry guy (who'd come to meet us at Disco Point). On the way to Tantra to get tickets the insane girl decided she wanted to go and see her friends at Shardana and they made some really nice assorted bruschetta for us without charge (although the insane girl decided she didn't want it, but I enjoyed it anyway). We left and then out of nowhere the insane girl pretty much fainted. Became a dead weight and basically passed out in front of the pharmacia. She hadn't slept or eaten properly and was drinking silly amounts among other things. I eventually found a taxi and took her back to Mare Nostrum, made sure she was ok and headed off to Space.
Once inside I attempted to meet up with the angry guy and new girl. She had no phone but I was texting the guy who unhelpful simply said he was in the Terraza. For a while I tried to work out which room was the Terraza before admitting defeat. As it transpires he wasn't with the new girl anyway. Unexpectedly I got a text from the insane girl who said she was in Space. After a stupid amount of effort I managed to find her. We spent some time in the upstairs outdoor area, she managed to make some girl really angry and eventually we got drinks and sat at the table behind the bar in the Discoteca. At this point she gave me her BlackBerry to send a message to her friend and went to the toilet telling me to wait there. After waiting for what seemed like an hour it was clear that she'd disappeared so I went to check out the Discoteca. I don't know who was djing, wasn't my kinda music (a bit too upfront and pounding, it wasn't hard like Chris Liebing though), but the atmosphere was good. It was rammed and the lights were excellent plus the ice cannons were blasting out. I decided to bide my time there before going to see Tiefschwarz.
Tiefschwarz was on in El Salon at 2am I think. I managed to work out which room that was by process of elimination and got there for the start of their set. Ultimately I was disappointed. It wasn't what I expect from Tiefschwarz and I wasn't feeling the remix of that commercial 2007 ‘Work' tune. It was filmed for Be @ TV anyway so check it out if interested. I didn't hang around there for the whole set, although it seems like it got better, and got a taxi back to the hotel.
Monday arrived. I think I woke up earlier this day than on any other. I was not in a good way; 3 days of serious abuse was taking its toll. It took me a long time to get my **** together and desperately in need of fluids I eventually walked to the nearest supermarket I could find. I got a nasty ham and egg sandwich (all that there was) and some drinks and went back to the hotel to try and sort myself out. I forced myself to eat half of it and finally got myself together for DC10. I then left to meet the new girl and insane girl at Bora Bora. At this point I found out the angry guy couldn't take the girls, had had enough and paid to get on an earlier flight. Sangria wasn't helping and after a few glasses I had to vomit ïŒ. I knew I had to eat something before DC10 so went to Subway and got a sandwich but I was only able to eat a bite and left it. Oh well. Went to another bar had a strong vodka redbull, bought a bud at the shop and we got a taxi to DC10. I was feeling a lot better at this stage, the alcohol was working and I was totally enamoured by DC10. First time there and it was the coolest place I've ever been to. People dressed up crazily, my favourite music, sunshine, cheaper drinks & a decent enough system. I'm not sure if it was Tanzmann or Dyed Soundorom playing in the Terrace but all the DJs I saw smashed it. I definitely saw Tanzmann when it was getting darker and he killed it as expected. My friends that I was supposed to stay with initially also decided to come to DC10. Only one had a ticket and the other three said they couldn't get one on the door so I was told that my one friend (who'd lost his phone) was inside and I set to work finding him. Bizarrely I found him almost immediately in the main room a few rows deep in the crowd. That was quite cool.
At some point we ended up chilling outside, it was dark at this stage. All of us were looking out for various products but couldn't find anything. I was talking to an Argentinean who lived in Ibiza and he had clearly been dabbling in an animal related product. Eventually he gave me a small quantity. Big mistake. It was super super strong and literally floored me.. My head was on the gravel. First for me. I spent at least an hour there having a weird time and also vomited in the process. My insane friend offered me some medicine (one of those tablets which dissolves in water) which I gratefully accepted. Little did I know she'd put it in a hideously strong double vodka red bull. Bitch. My friend from home and the insane girl went to get drinks, leaving me with the new girl who was laying down with me and actually mothering me. After some time she began to wonder where the **** they'd gotten to and we agreed they must've disappeared in the club. We got up to go and look for them and ended up in the Terrace where Vulcano was doing what she does and the atmosphere was dark, pounding and just wrong - excellent. I was feeling dodgy but the music kept me going and me and the new girl had a lot of fun. DC10 was the main draw of the opening weekend for me and ARPIAR is the act I most wanted to see. Unfortunately they weren't on until relatively late, and also they were in the main room which I wasn't feeling so much. Regardless I persuaded the new girl to come and check them out but she wasn't feeling it. They were churning out some weird stuff as you'd expect but I don't think either of us were in the right state/mindset to wait and feel it build up. We headed back to Vulcano and after a while left.
I was at this stage very conscious of the fact I was supposed to be at work tomorrow. We got a taxi back to mine and eventually said goodbye. I couldn't sleep and had to think about packing and going. This seemed like a mammoth task but belatedly I made it down to reception and split a cab with two Germans (or maybe they were Spanish) who seemed (perhaps understandably) a little wary of me. Got to the airport and… Wahey my flight is the only flight to be delayed and it was delayed by two hours. Now after spending 10 hours at the airport in September coming back from the closing (seemed like a good idea to get where I needed to be and my friends were flying to Rome a lot earlier) I am not a fan of Ibiza airport. I sat around feeling rough and finally was able to board. I hadn't eaten for a long time so on the plane I had to eat something. Went for a cheese and ham melt, another big mistake. We landed, and feeling even rougher having eaten I made my way to the coach queue… Which was massive. Plus the weather was grim. After missing the first coach due to the queue I eventually managed to get on one and after a very nasty, unpleasant ride I made it home feeling rough.
I didn't make it to work the next day but actually recovered surprisingly quickly and was fine for the day after. In spite of the journey back it was well worth it. Had an amazing time and thought the atmosphere for the openings was so good, far far better than the closings. Would really love to go again next year but I think for the next three years I'll have uni exams at exactly that time which is a real shame.
Anyway I'll add photos later or over the weekend. For now here is a video I took at my new favourite place: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNw1O2Yz60c
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