hardhousenutter
Active Member
here's a review on a holiday that promised so much but went tits up making me hav no choice but to leave after a week when we'd booked for a fortnight.
5 of us lads arrived sat 15th at 7.05am, stayed in hotel gran sol right next to kanya and the sunset bars. got our unpacking done and headed straight to the new kanya for some lunch, was well impressed at the new lay out and the food was lush. stayed there for about an hr or 2 then headed back to the hotel for an afternoon nap as we'd been up all nite coz of our early flight. got up around 7ish ready for dinner and got ready for our 1st nite which was the water party at es paradis. headed to the west end around 11 and some rep gave us some free wrist bands for the nite which i was very chuffed about. we got some good deals on drinks at some bar called toffas bar where u get a bottle of peach snaps and 2 drinks of ur choice all for 10 euro each...this got us well in the mood and headed to a few more bars b4 heading to the water party around 3ish, this was a cracking laugh but was marred at the end of the nite when we left the club and saw a very vicious fight on the little road between eden and es paradis..i had neva seen anything like this in ibiza and was shocked to see it. got in about 7am, had breakfast then bed.
Sunday we got up about 2ish and headed straight to the beach in front of bar m for some afternoon sunbathing and eyeing up the talent on the beach, had dinner at the bar at the bottom of the west end next to the chinese restaurants, filled us up and headed back to the hotel about 5 for a swim in the pool and talked about the nite ahead which was judgement sunday which i couldnt wait for. we headed to jules pre party at kanya and bar m which i enjoyed, his house sets got us well warmed up for the nite and he looked in the mood to play a blinder at eden. After hitting the west end for a few cheap offers and catching miss devine in hush, we drunkenly headed for eden around 3am and it was rammed. i had drank so much that i didnt want to drink anymore in there, i just wanted to dance so i headed straight to the front of the dancefloor which was hard work wit the number of people there. once again, for the 2nd nite in a row the nite was marred by the doormen in eden..every1 at the front was trying to shake jules hand while he was playing and these bouncers were just chucking people out...(why not put a rope across to warn people not to go across)...after jules set, scott project came on and these bouncers just didnt care about people gettin on the stage and shaking the dj's hand, so why just jules? anyway we left at closing time feelin very rough and needed sleep.
Monday we rose about 12pm and headed to dc10 still drunk from the nite before, this was one of the few positives to take from the hol, the atmosphere was rly good, got rly drunk on vodka and red bulls and left about 9pm as it was gettin ridiculusly busy and my mate wanted food..eating back at the hotel was embarrassing as i was so drunk and we were getting all the stares in the book from other members of the hotel, after food i was sick and went to bed for an earlyish nite.
Tuesday, this was the day where the hol started to go pear shaped, we got conned by mega music over a carl cox opening ticket, they charged us 35 euro and said not to get there b4 half 2 coz it be rubbish and dead....i find out later in the nite that if we had gone b412am it would hav only hav been 20 euro to get in and drink prices would hav been reasonable...i was fuming so straight away we got a taxi up to space and the queue was massive, finally got in and went to the bar to find out a vodka and red bull was 17 euro, i laughed in astonishment..i was wel pissed off with mega music. anyway we had a dance on a stupidly busy dancefloor, coxy played a blinder but i wanted more to drink so i went up to the bar an hour later to order another vodka and red bull...somehow the price had shot up to 26euro for the same drink i payed 17 euro...i thought, are u for real. dont get me wrong, space is the best club in the world with the best sound system but if u dont do drugs and want to drink, u need about 300 euro to get drunk which is ridiculus. on the topic of drugs, after coxy we went on the terrace and these weird forigners were giving us these pills, we said no thanks we dont take them but they carried on demanding we took them, eventyally they took the hint but went off in a strop, i thought what is goin on so we left about 7am after a very average night.
Wednesday was the turning point of the holiday, i will cut this short as this review is getting very long but after a nice relaxing day at the poolside at kanya we headed out to buy or tickets for erick morillo at pacha. we got fairly drunk again at the west end but far too many english football heads shouting and singing football songs, it was just like watching an english premiership match at the pub it was that bad. we headed to pacha round 4am to catch the end of david guetta's set before morillo began at 4.30. Half way through morillo's set, the thing i least expected ever in ibiza happened, my mate got punched in the mouth on the dancefloor for no reason at all, and guess what, the guy that hit him was an english chav, my mates mouth was a mess and his tooth was bent back, i was just in deep shock so we left pacha as he couldnt stay, how could this ever happen at pacha? we headed to the clinic but the doctors just basically laughed and said the dentist wouldnt open til 10am (by this time i knew his hol was over as i knew he wouldn't get treatment on it), i was just devasated for him and the shock that it happened in one of the worlds most famous clubs.
Thursday, we headed straight to the dentist but as i thought, they couldnt do anything unless he paid a stupid charge and even then, he would be placed on a waiting list. so his hol was over, he couldnt even eat so there wasnt any point in him staying so we went to the travel agents to book him a flight home, he was depressed as hell and i dnt blame him.
so he stayed in that night as he had no choice and me and the other boys headed out to get our tickets for cream, i was well lookin forward to this night but you wont believe what happened, i done my foot in and had to come back to the hotel as i was in agony..i was thinkin, can this hol get any worse, i went to the clinic but again they basically laughed at me saying i would hav to pay 90 euro to see a doctor and even then, all they would do is give me painkillers, so i thought screw this, i may as go home as well. i rung my parents and told them what happened at they said to rest it for a few nites and stay in but i couldnt have done that, i would hav been depressed. so i got my flight ticket and home i was saturday afternoon with my mate knowing i should be still out there, what an ibiza nightmare this was.
overall to somme up the holiday, i would say too many english troublemakers everywhere and money grabbing workers everwhere. i've been 3 previous yrs and this was by far the worst, the atmosphere was just so agressive everwhere comapred to previous yrs...even walking and shoppin in the daytime, everyone just looked so miserable and there was no manners around anywhere.
5 of us lads arrived sat 15th at 7.05am, stayed in hotel gran sol right next to kanya and the sunset bars. got our unpacking done and headed straight to the new kanya for some lunch, was well impressed at the new lay out and the food was lush. stayed there for about an hr or 2 then headed back to the hotel for an afternoon nap as we'd been up all nite coz of our early flight. got up around 7ish ready for dinner and got ready for our 1st nite which was the water party at es paradis. headed to the west end around 11 and some rep gave us some free wrist bands for the nite which i was very chuffed about. we got some good deals on drinks at some bar called toffas bar where u get a bottle of peach snaps and 2 drinks of ur choice all for 10 euro each...this got us well in the mood and headed to a few more bars b4 heading to the water party around 3ish, this was a cracking laugh but was marred at the end of the nite when we left the club and saw a very vicious fight on the little road between eden and es paradis..i had neva seen anything like this in ibiza and was shocked to see it. got in about 7am, had breakfast then bed.
Sunday we got up about 2ish and headed straight to the beach in front of bar m for some afternoon sunbathing and eyeing up the talent on the beach, had dinner at the bar at the bottom of the west end next to the chinese restaurants, filled us up and headed back to the hotel about 5 for a swim in the pool and talked about the nite ahead which was judgement sunday which i couldnt wait for. we headed to jules pre party at kanya and bar m which i enjoyed, his house sets got us well warmed up for the nite and he looked in the mood to play a blinder at eden. After hitting the west end for a few cheap offers and catching miss devine in hush, we drunkenly headed for eden around 3am and it was rammed. i had drank so much that i didnt want to drink anymore in there, i just wanted to dance so i headed straight to the front of the dancefloor which was hard work wit the number of people there. once again, for the 2nd nite in a row the nite was marred by the doormen in eden..every1 at the front was trying to shake jules hand while he was playing and these bouncers were just chucking people out...(why not put a rope across to warn people not to go across)...after jules set, scott project came on and these bouncers just didnt care about people gettin on the stage and shaking the dj's hand, so why just jules? anyway we left at closing time feelin very rough and needed sleep.
Monday we rose about 12pm and headed to dc10 still drunk from the nite before, this was one of the few positives to take from the hol, the atmosphere was rly good, got rly drunk on vodka and red bulls and left about 9pm as it was gettin ridiculusly busy and my mate wanted food..eating back at the hotel was embarrassing as i was so drunk and we were getting all the stares in the book from other members of the hotel, after food i was sick and went to bed for an earlyish nite.
Tuesday, this was the day where the hol started to go pear shaped, we got conned by mega music over a carl cox opening ticket, they charged us 35 euro and said not to get there b4 half 2 coz it be rubbish and dead....i find out later in the nite that if we had gone b412am it would hav only hav been 20 euro to get in and drink prices would hav been reasonable...i was fuming so straight away we got a taxi up to space and the queue was massive, finally got in and went to the bar to find out a vodka and red bull was 17 euro, i laughed in astonishment..i was wel pissed off with mega music. anyway we had a dance on a stupidly busy dancefloor, coxy played a blinder but i wanted more to drink so i went up to the bar an hour later to order another vodka and red bull...somehow the price had shot up to 26euro for the same drink i payed 17 euro...i thought, are u for real. dont get me wrong, space is the best club in the world with the best sound system but if u dont do drugs and want to drink, u need about 300 euro to get drunk which is ridiculus. on the topic of drugs, after coxy we went on the terrace and these weird forigners were giving us these pills, we said no thanks we dont take them but they carried on demanding we took them, eventyally they took the hint but went off in a strop, i thought what is goin on so we left about 7am after a very average night.
Wednesday was the turning point of the holiday, i will cut this short as this review is getting very long but after a nice relaxing day at the poolside at kanya we headed out to buy or tickets for erick morillo at pacha. we got fairly drunk again at the west end but far too many english football heads shouting and singing football songs, it was just like watching an english premiership match at the pub it was that bad. we headed to pacha round 4am to catch the end of david guetta's set before morillo began at 4.30. Half way through morillo's set, the thing i least expected ever in ibiza happened, my mate got punched in the mouth on the dancefloor for no reason at all, and guess what, the guy that hit him was an english chav, my mates mouth was a mess and his tooth was bent back, i was just in deep shock so we left pacha as he couldnt stay, how could this ever happen at pacha? we headed to the clinic but the doctors just basically laughed and said the dentist wouldnt open til 10am (by this time i knew his hol was over as i knew he wouldn't get treatment on it), i was just devasated for him and the shock that it happened in one of the worlds most famous clubs.
Thursday, we headed straight to the dentist but as i thought, they couldnt do anything unless he paid a stupid charge and even then, he would be placed on a waiting list. so his hol was over, he couldnt even eat so there wasnt any point in him staying so we went to the travel agents to book him a flight home, he was depressed as hell and i dnt blame him.
so he stayed in that night as he had no choice and me and the other boys headed out to get our tickets for cream, i was well lookin forward to this night but you wont believe what happened, i done my foot in and had to come back to the hotel as i was in agony..i was thinkin, can this hol get any worse, i went to the clinic but again they basically laughed at me saying i would hav to pay 90 euro to see a doctor and even then, all they would do is give me painkillers, so i thought screw this, i may as go home as well. i rung my parents and told them what happened at they said to rest it for a few nites and stay in but i couldnt have done that, i would hav been depressed. so i got my flight ticket and home i was saturday afternoon with my mate knowing i should be still out there, what an ibiza nightmare this was.
overall to somme up the holiday, i would say too many english troublemakers everywhere and money grabbing workers everwhere. i've been 3 previous yrs and this was by far the worst, the atmosphere was just so agressive everwhere comapred to previous yrs...even walking and shoppin in the daytime, everyone just looked so miserable and there was no manners around anywhere.
