Myron Gaines
Active Member
I'd been thinking about this trip ever since I booked it in June, it took so long to come round I thought I was going to snap, especially the final 2 weeks. Alas, the weekend had final arrived and I was like a kid on christmas eve trying to sleep before heading to the airport the next day.
Day 1: Sunday
The 6 of us arrive at the airport at 1pm and get stuck into our last meal of the day at Burger King then make a swift move to the hotel bar - 4 bottles of heineken for a tenner.
So we finally board the plane and everyone gets the customary "this isnt a nightclub" warning from the crew and we're off! 3 horrible hours later and we touch down into the heat. I never tire of the taxi from the airport, dance music on the radio, passing billboards of the weeks events etc.
Hotel - Mare Nostrum at Playa D'en Bossa. Decent hotel, pretty big and the rooms are clean.
After 5 or 10 minutes we get checked in and head into our assigned room - which was hotter than the devil's rectum btw. Our air con was weaker than a fart. No worries we're too excited to care anyway. We meet with the others and make our way to the Spar to stock up on supplies: Tequila, Jagermeister, San Miguel and Ice. Our room had no fridge so we filled up the sink with ice every night, it did the job rightly.
After a few hours of boozing and listening to music with everyone we decide to head out to the strip to find a bar and obtain some "supplies". The first bar we got pulled into was a good spot and ended up getting some seriously good coke. By this stage (1am) the group had halved to 3 people and there were 3 left. I should mention that the 3 that left had no idea about the coke and wouldn't have been too pleased to hear it lol.
My mate was completely legless by this stage and I'd to help carry him down the street, but not before he'd faceplanted the pavement a few times and stumbled into a bar and crashed through their tables and chairs haha. So we got him away and agreed to buy him a hat to calm him down, and a tangerine he bought that he just tucked into without even peeling it first!
We were about to head back to the hotel but kept talking to people walking the other direction heading to Sankeys (viva warriors), we were easily influenced so we decided to go their too until a girl came out of a bar and offered us a 15e ticket to Privilege. "Why not?" we said and took them. I led my mate across the street to get him and tin of red bull when he tripped on a kerb and went into one of those spiky plants in the middle of the road haha. Job done and we were out towards Privilege in the taxi, in our current state we'd a hard time finding the door into it! Found our way in but there must have been only 20 people there - nonetheless the music was thumping (Flegma), one of the best sets I'd ever heard, that lad knows how to drop a beat or two. Raved our way through his whole set until my feet were bleeding then headed back to PDB for a pint then back to bed.
On our way back past the prozzies offering "20 euro sucky sucky" my mate (that had sobered up a bit by now) nearly got his wallet stolen. Luckily he noticed and started yelling at the lad, the f***er was away like the clappers hahaha
It was hard to call it a night after being so wired but 7am on our first night wasn't too bad!
More to come!
Day 1: Sunday
The 6 of us arrive at the airport at 1pm and get stuck into our last meal of the day at Burger King then make a swift move to the hotel bar - 4 bottles of heineken for a tenner.
So we finally board the plane and everyone gets the customary "this isnt a nightclub" warning from the crew and we're off! 3 horrible hours later and we touch down into the heat. I never tire of the taxi from the airport, dance music on the radio, passing billboards of the weeks events etc.
Hotel - Mare Nostrum at Playa D'en Bossa. Decent hotel, pretty big and the rooms are clean.
After 5 or 10 minutes we get checked in and head into our assigned room - which was hotter than the devil's rectum btw. Our air con was weaker than a fart. No worries we're too excited to care anyway. We meet with the others and make our way to the Spar to stock up on supplies: Tequila, Jagermeister, San Miguel and Ice. Our room had no fridge so we filled up the sink with ice every night, it did the job rightly.
After a few hours of boozing and listening to music with everyone we decide to head out to the strip to find a bar and obtain some "supplies". The first bar we got pulled into was a good spot and ended up getting some seriously good coke. By this stage (1am) the group had halved to 3 people and there were 3 left. I should mention that the 3 that left had no idea about the coke and wouldn't have been too pleased to hear it lol.
My mate was completely legless by this stage and I'd to help carry him down the street, but not before he'd faceplanted the pavement a few times and stumbled into a bar and crashed through their tables and chairs haha. So we got him away and agreed to buy him a hat to calm him down, and a tangerine he bought that he just tucked into without even peeling it first!
We were about to head back to the hotel but kept talking to people walking the other direction heading to Sankeys (viva warriors), we were easily influenced so we decided to go their too until a girl came out of a bar and offered us a 15e ticket to Privilege. "Why not?" we said and took them. I led my mate across the street to get him and tin of red bull when he tripped on a kerb and went into one of those spiky plants in the middle of the road haha. Job done and we were out towards Privilege in the taxi, in our current state we'd a hard time finding the door into it! Found our way in but there must have been only 20 people there - nonetheless the music was thumping (Flegma), one of the best sets I'd ever heard, that lad knows how to drop a beat or two. Raved our way through his whole set until my feet were bleeding then headed back to PDB for a pint then back to bed.
On our way back past the prozzies offering "20 euro sucky sucky" my mate (that had sobered up a bit by now) nearly got his wallet stolen. Luckily he noticed and started yelling at the lad, the f***er was away like the clappers hahaha
It was hard to call it a night after being so wired but 7am on our first night wasn't too bad!
More to come!