WinglessWonder
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Fri 19th: We were supposed to go to Pacha but our flight was delayed and we ended up just getting some beers and chilling at our house in Playa del Bassa.
It took approximatly 1 hour for our first noise complaint and with the music not even being played too loud, we were already doubting we would last the week.
Sat: We spent most of the day chilling at the beach drinking beers and then tried getting a taxi to the West End. We soon figured out that this was just about impossible so we decided to settle for Bora Bora. It hadn't occured to me that there would be no way in hell I could handle a litre bottle of Vodka but I tried my damndest anyway and my last memory is sleeping in a chair at some cafe and some Spanish girls lifting me up and taking me along with them like some drunken Irish souvenir. I think I ended up in a playground somehow until I was informed the next day that I fell through the door of our apartment at some uneartly hour and slept on the floor.
Sun: I woke up drunk and decided more drink was in order so I promptly got another bottle of Vodka and apparantly not having learned my lesson decided to spend a day at Bora Bora. DJ Gee had me buzzing with his particular style of House until the combination of Vodka and tiredness had me sleeping soundly in the sunchair grasping the bottle of Vodka. I eventually woke up to a splash of vodka in the face by some Italians having a laugh at my expense. Some staff member without a word of English then tried getting me to go down to the sea presumably to sober up. My pleas that I was barely fit to walk let alone swim fell on deaf ears so we eventually left Bora Bora where my friends told me I fell asleep in front of the pavement on the hotel. I somehow got myself up, stumbled to the apartment and fell asleep.
I was awoke a few hours later to be informed that we were about to go to Space. I was in no fit shape to go but Sunday at Space was not to be missed and I somewhow gathered myself together to go. I had a good night but was unfortunatly not able to move and had to be content with the Chillout Room or the seats outside the Terrace for most of the night. There were no beds available in our apartment so I had to stay up the whole night into the next day which would guarantee a massive downer the next day.
Mon: Today was a some downer and I spent most of it recovering in the house. We decided to go to Cafe Del Mar but unfortunalty missed the sunset and had to be content to drink a few cans on the beach. We were about to get a taxi when in the distance I spotted the madness that was the West End. I ventured up the street only to be confronted by a sea of madness. This was not conductive to the state I was in with seemingly every person on the street shouting in my face about some offer or another. My state of mind was struggling to cope with this madness so I eventually got a taxi home.
Tue: We spent most of the day swimming and then hit Cafe Mambo again. We got drunk of course and then we split up with some of us venturing to that street of madness and the rest of us heading for Carl Cox at Space. A brilliant night and despite my inebriated state somehow manged to outlast my friends and stay the full time till 20 to 8.
Wed: We had illadvisedly decided to go on a Booze Cruise today and since we had to meet the bus at half 11, there was once again no point going to bed. One of the worst ideas ever, the booze cruise turned out to be a pile of lies. Belly Flop competitions and watered down sangrias were not really up our alleyway. It was so bad that we made our own way home from the island they had taken us to rather than wait for that disaster to end.
The only option after suffering such a setback was to get extremly drunk and I obliged ending up once again outside Bora Bora. I then took a mad notion to go see Timo Mass at DC10 but once again couldn't participate fully due to my intoxicated state. It was still good though.
Thu: Our last day, and we decided to spend most of it in San Antonio. I finally got to see the sunset at Mambo and was informed it was one of the best in ages. I of course ended up getting very drunk as did one of the crew who ended up running around Del Mar roaring in people's faces until he collapsed in the rocks.
We got the bus to Space against my wishes as I felt Cream at Amnesia was due a visit but anyway, ended up having a good night despite Sasha being cancelled. I was of course very drunk and may not have made it back to Ireland were it not for the kindness of a British couple brought up in Hong Kong who minded me for most of the night. What prompted them to devote part of their night to helping a drunken Irish man in awful shape, I don't know but its the kind of caring attitude that could only happen in Ibiza.
I somehow was let back onto our plane at 8 O clock the next day a chaged man.
See you next year...
It took approximatly 1 hour for our first noise complaint and with the music not even being played too loud, we were already doubting we would last the week.
Sat: We spent most of the day chilling at the beach drinking beers and then tried getting a taxi to the West End. We soon figured out that this was just about impossible so we decided to settle for Bora Bora. It hadn't occured to me that there would be no way in hell I could handle a litre bottle of Vodka but I tried my damndest anyway and my last memory is sleeping in a chair at some cafe and some Spanish girls lifting me up and taking me along with them like some drunken Irish souvenir. I think I ended up in a playground somehow until I was informed the next day that I fell through the door of our apartment at some uneartly hour and slept on the floor.
Sun: I woke up drunk and decided more drink was in order so I promptly got another bottle of Vodka and apparantly not having learned my lesson decided to spend a day at Bora Bora. DJ Gee had me buzzing with his particular style of House until the combination of Vodka and tiredness had me sleeping soundly in the sunchair grasping the bottle of Vodka. I eventually woke up to a splash of vodka in the face by some Italians having a laugh at my expense. Some staff member without a word of English then tried getting me to go down to the sea presumably to sober up. My pleas that I was barely fit to walk let alone swim fell on deaf ears so we eventually left Bora Bora where my friends told me I fell asleep in front of the pavement on the hotel. I somehow got myself up, stumbled to the apartment and fell asleep.
I was awoke a few hours later to be informed that we were about to go to Space. I was in no fit shape to go but Sunday at Space was not to be missed and I somewhow gathered myself together to go. I had a good night but was unfortunatly not able to move and had to be content with the Chillout Room or the seats outside the Terrace for most of the night. There were no beds available in our apartment so I had to stay up the whole night into the next day which would guarantee a massive downer the next day.
Mon: Today was a some downer and I spent most of it recovering in the house. We decided to go to Cafe Del Mar but unfortunalty missed the sunset and had to be content to drink a few cans on the beach. We were about to get a taxi when in the distance I spotted the madness that was the West End. I ventured up the street only to be confronted by a sea of madness. This was not conductive to the state I was in with seemingly every person on the street shouting in my face about some offer or another. My state of mind was struggling to cope with this madness so I eventually got a taxi home.
Tue: We spent most of the day swimming and then hit Cafe Mambo again. We got drunk of course and then we split up with some of us venturing to that street of madness and the rest of us heading for Carl Cox at Space. A brilliant night and despite my inebriated state somehow manged to outlast my friends and stay the full time till 20 to 8.
Wed: We had illadvisedly decided to go on a Booze Cruise today and since we had to meet the bus at half 11, there was once again no point going to bed. One of the worst ideas ever, the booze cruise turned out to be a pile of lies. Belly Flop competitions and watered down sangrias were not really up our alleyway. It was so bad that we made our own way home from the island they had taken us to rather than wait for that disaster to end.
The only option after suffering such a setback was to get extremly drunk and I obliged ending up once again outside Bora Bora. I then took a mad notion to go see Timo Mass at DC10 but once again couldn't participate fully due to my intoxicated state. It was still good though.
Thu: Our last day, and we decided to spend most of it in San Antonio. I finally got to see the sunset at Mambo and was informed it was one of the best in ages. I of course ended up getting very drunk as did one of the crew who ended up running around Del Mar roaring in people's faces until he collapsed in the rocks.
We got the bus to Space against my wishes as I felt Cream at Amnesia was due a visit but anyway, ended up having a good night despite Sasha being cancelled. I was of course very drunk and may not have made it back to Ireland were it not for the kindness of a British couple brought up in Hong Kong who minded me for most of the night. What prompted them to devote part of their night to helping a drunken Irish man in awful shape, I don't know but its the kind of caring attitude that could only happen in Ibiza.
I somehow was let back onto our plane at 8 O clock the next day a chaged man.
See you next year...
