letsgetdownanddirtybaby
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****ing IBIZA Island, Baby!
There it was out of the window of my expensive-cheep seat. It's a lot bigger when you first see it than you might think. You can see the whole island at once from the air at maximum altitude but when you get up on it you realize there is no way a couple of weeks are going to allow you to even get a glance of a piece of a slice of a particle of the island or it's natural culture. It's way too big. There are hundreds of little beaches, vicious cliff overlooks, smaller outer ring islands, rock outcroppings...basically from the air on approach the feeling of an Ibiza Virgin (IV) is that of just being overwhelmed. At least that is what I expected and felt as the plane circled over the Eastern portion of the island and came in for a landing.
I don’t know what I was thinking at 10am in the morning, but I could make out Bora Bora from the pictures I've seen and was a little let down there was no one there to cheer for my landing. When the plane did touch down the lower classes (snob-snob) in the rear of the plane erupted in a roar of cheers and I had to fight back a little tear from the corner of my eye. It was a short walk from the plane to customs where they didn't stamp my passport or even expect me to fill out a customs card. I guess that should have been done when I got to Madrid but for some reason arriving from Paris they didn't even make me go to passport control. Weird security at the airports and nothing I'm used to. How do you people keep from getting attacked…oh yeah, your not Americans. Oops… American guilt raises it’s ugly head again.
Getting your baggage in Ibiza is the same as anywhere but with all the bad press on Taxi's, I'm running out the front door trying to get ahead of the rest of the flight. After reading how terrible it is there, I am sure that when I get to the front door of the airport the glass will slide open to a line (or Q as you crafty Europeans call it) about an hour or two long. The airport in Ibiza is kept at a balmy 85 degrees fare height for some reason...welcome to Europe and sweaty public places.
MYTH NUMBER 1: Taxi's are difficult to find: Bullfeathers! Go to any taxi Q in Playa Den Bossa or any club (BEFORE it closes and 10,000 tired people need a taxi at the same time) and you'll wait a maximum of 5 minutes. The whole "Taxi's are rare" is bull**** and was made up by some people who are a bunch of spoiled brats who think that the taxi drivers should all line up for the mornings when they all decide to quit the bar at the same time. I officially now hate the haters.
The taxi driver speaks English of course and knows right where the Garbi is. I'm as excited and as bee-bob-"ish" as a dog with his head out the window. I'm counting off the places I've read about and noting the way to this and that. Legends whore house, way to DC 10 and naked beach, JET, Bora-Bora- Yada yada... And there it is looming out of a sea of tickey takcey box hotels: THE GARBI! Total taxi fare: 11 Euros with a 1 Euro tip. The driver was surprised I tipped him at all and I saw him outside of my taxi stand most of the times I went to get into a taxi near the Garbi.
There it was out of the window of my expensive-cheep seat. It's a lot bigger when you first see it than you might think. You can see the whole island at once from the air at maximum altitude but when you get up on it you realize there is no way a couple of weeks are going to allow you to even get a glance of a piece of a slice of a particle of the island or it's natural culture. It's way too big. There are hundreds of little beaches, vicious cliff overlooks, smaller outer ring islands, rock outcroppings...basically from the air on approach the feeling of an Ibiza Virgin (IV) is that of just being overwhelmed. At least that is what I expected and felt as the plane circled over the Eastern portion of the island and came in for a landing.
I don’t know what I was thinking at 10am in the morning, but I could make out Bora Bora from the pictures I've seen and was a little let down there was no one there to cheer for my landing. When the plane did touch down the lower classes (snob-snob) in the rear of the plane erupted in a roar of cheers and I had to fight back a little tear from the corner of my eye. It was a short walk from the plane to customs where they didn't stamp my passport or even expect me to fill out a customs card. I guess that should have been done when I got to Madrid but for some reason arriving from Paris they didn't even make me go to passport control. Weird security at the airports and nothing I'm used to. How do you people keep from getting attacked…oh yeah, your not Americans. Oops… American guilt raises it’s ugly head again.
Getting your baggage in Ibiza is the same as anywhere but with all the bad press on Taxi's, I'm running out the front door trying to get ahead of the rest of the flight. After reading how terrible it is there, I am sure that when I get to the front door of the airport the glass will slide open to a line (or Q as you crafty Europeans call it) about an hour or two long. The airport in Ibiza is kept at a balmy 85 degrees fare height for some reason...welcome to Europe and sweaty public places.
MYTH NUMBER 1: Taxi's are difficult to find: Bullfeathers! Go to any taxi Q in Playa Den Bossa or any club (BEFORE it closes and 10,000 tired people need a taxi at the same time) and you'll wait a maximum of 5 minutes. The whole "Taxi's are rare" is bull**** and was made up by some people who are a bunch of spoiled brats who think that the taxi drivers should all line up for the mornings when they all decide to quit the bar at the same time. I officially now hate the haters.
The taxi driver speaks English of course and knows right where the Garbi is. I'm as excited and as bee-bob-"ish" as a dog with his head out the window. I'm counting off the places I've read about and noting the way to this and that. Legends whore house, way to DC 10 and naked beach, JET, Bora-Bora- Yada yada... And there it is looming out of a sea of tickey takcey box hotels: THE GARBI! Total taxi fare: 11 Euros with a 1 Euro tip. The driver was surprised I tipped him at all and I saw him outside of my taxi stand most of the times I went to get into a taxi near the Garbi.