WeLuvIbiza
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Having missed any visits to Ibiza 2005 due to the arrival of our little boy last summer, the anticipation this year was immense. We booked in May and couldn't stop talking about the trip ever since. When we learned Danny T was to be present on the 3rd we were looking forward to the trip more than any previous visits.
Friday 1st September:
We were up with the larks at 4:00am to be in plenty of time for the scheduled 7:00am departure from Leeds. The journey to the airport from our house is across country and to say it was raining cats 'n dogs was a vast understatement. On occasions ploughing through puddles 1 foot deep had me hyperventilating, having been stranded once before with a flooded engine. The big fella up above was looking down favourably and we made the airport slightly late but in one piece Our flight was delayed by 40 minutes, nothing at all to worry about there, enough time for another snifter of vino. A big up to Jet2, great flight and friendly & very helpful staff. Shelley nicked the window seat meaning I was sat between her and a lovely girl from Sheffield who was on a hen do of a girl she didn't know! In fact she only knew one girl in the party which tbh looked like paid up members of the W.I. The girl said she had not been to any of the clubs but intended going to Space as they were staying in PDB. Her recently acquired boyfriend had insisted she accompanied him on two visits to Ibiza in 2007. Touchdown was painless and in no time we were on our way back to Playa Sol II. It is such a fantastic feeling travelling from the airport passing all the familiar landmarks, and some new ones, like the huge hole in the ground which is presumably part of the new road network! We arrived at the apartments and entered the 'posh' new entrance and tried to negotiate a room at the front. If we waited a couple of hours we could have a room on the top floor 2nd to the front on the right, absolutely perfect A walk up the road and a drink in Prince & Bar Monaco and it was time to check-in. The room was perfect. I think Playa Sol II is a real bargain, always clean & tidy with friendly staff.
Time for a walk into Ibiza Town in the searing afternoon sun, Shelley refusing to walk over the hill so we took the less scenic route! A spot of clothes shopping for me, the purchase of some cool clobber for our little boy Harvey and a few glasses of Vino set us up perfectly for a return visit in the evening. For anyone who hasn't visited Ibiza Town during the day, I would recommend it, nothing like the nightlife; you can explore all the alleyways and shops with ease. We headed back to base via a visit to the Supermercado and a quick drink in the Llevant to cool down. It's an unusual bar right almost opposite Es Vive down a dodgy looking alleyway but with a fabulous terrace right over the sea. I was talking to the owner who told me the sad tale about the demise of the bar on the end of the block opposite Mira Molla. I asked if it was for sale and learned the place was in the hands of the bank. At this point we hadn't taken a single photograph despite promising ourselves we would go snap happy
The evening entailed a walk along the lovely Figueretas promenade stopping off for vino along the way at many of our old favourite sea front eateries / bars. We stopped off at Coulture before heading inland to town. I will always think about this place as it used to be, really buzzing before the new noise laws came into being. We enjoyed a pleasant and romantic towards the town. The buzz of Ibiza Town never fails to excite me, this year was no exception. Starting with the more sedate but fascinating location of Placa Del Parc (I think), a fantastic place for people watching and total relaxation. Into the busier area around the harbour and a few more drinks of various concoctions. We got talking to a Spanish guy who owned his own construction business. He agreed to renovate our yet to be purchased dilapidated finca in Spain (somewhere). He gave me his card but if I called the number I imagine he would be surprised! We eventually fell into bed around 4:00am and I managed 3 hours sleep.....
Saturday 2nd September: 8)
Having been awake since 7:00am anticipating Matinee and having to be quiet as a mouse to ensure Shelley was refreshed for her first ever visit (I usually have to go alone). Around 8:00 I could wait no longer and gently woke her with a big hug & kiss. Oh no, this move backfired in a big way! I was greeted with "You and your f*cking Matinee". What to do next? I could pussy foot around and wait until she was ready, hmm no way Amigo. The tough stance it had to be "You promised me for my birthday blah blah". Eventually Shelley consented and we hit the road shortly after 9:00, stopping for the obligatory pre Space beer in PDB. This year was my first visit in a relatively normal state of mind as I usually arrive post Pacha. Whilst sat watching PDB waking up, who walked past with lilos in hand but the W.I girls on the hen do, less the girl I had been sat next t on the flight and her friend. We could wait no longer and headed to Space with no queue and not even an obligatory frisk. Literally the first people we bumped into on entry were the girl (who's name I never asked) from Sheffield and her pal dancing the morning away, what a small world. I told them we had seen the rest of their party on the way presumably to the water park, to which there was no comment, just a cheeky grin. We were keen to check out the new look Space and were not disappointed although the old terrace does seem quite different! As usual the music was excellent, non-stop happy stuff outside. I had a huge grin from arrival until departure late in the afternoon. As always an excellent Saturday was enjoyed. It did seem fuller than previous years once the inside was closed. We chatted with many great folks and broke through several language barriers usually with the other parties speaking a few words of English; it really is time to learn some new languages! We taxied home at which point Shelley descended into deep slumber, I don't know how she manages it! I passed a couple of hours having a wander around and a couple of beers. The night was pleasant if fairly uneventful, a wander along the promenade Coulture was our furthest destination. I almost forgot here about Shelley's desire to check out the Mexican that has appeared (just round the corner from Coulture) since our last visit. The last time we called in for food, it was a very poor pizza type place. Now it is an even poorer Mexican! I managed two stuffed jalapenos which in fairness were delicious, Shelley's burrito was Chicken with gravy wrapped in a tortilla......Although I didn't admit it, I was knackered and aching, in bed by 2:00am, but woken at 4:00am by the mad for it Spanish people in the next room. Fortunately they were only up for an hour before all was quiet.
Sunday 3rd September: 
This for both of us was the big one, waiting to see Danny T had been painful at times but now the day was here I have never seen him play Space before and Shelley has never seen him at all. A few years back we missed his impromptu 10 hour date at Privilege by one day. I had managed a few hours sleep this night but had not eaten anything save 2 stuffed Jalapenos since Thursday. An obligatory early morning beer at Bar Monaco did a great revival job on me and ensured I did not wake Shelley before she was ready. We enjoyed a pleasant couple of hours getting ready and chilled before heading off down the beach for mixed Paella at Grill Den Bosa. The place doesn't look much from the outside but is our venue of choice every Sunday we are in Ibiza. The restaurant attracts many locals which is reassuring. We shared a starter of tomatoes stuffed with prawns that were not as we expected, the tomatoes were not at all tangy which I thought the dish needed. The main course was a different matter altogether. Never had I been able to convince Shelley to share Paella as there is lots of cracking, claws and feelers involved. She enjoyed most of it but struggled towards the end as the pile of claws and non edible bits was piling quite high! The meal was accompanied by a reasonable bottle of dry white. An unusual incident took place while we were cracking our way through the main course. Sat looking out onto the beach, there was a massive flash and a bang of enormous magnitude! A poor girl who had been deep in slumber jumped at least 1 foot off her sun lounger and took about 20 seconds to gather her belongings and vanish!!! Several others took slightly longer to vacate the area but there were soon plenty of spare sun loungers. We got talking to the waiter who had a perfect Spanish accent but was from Birmingham and had been on the island 19 years. He gave us a pleasing shot of Hierbas before we were on our way, towards Bora Bora. I always consider this wander along the waters edge one of the most pleasant of the holiday. A leisurely drink at Bora Bora where we both commented on the great music and happy vibe several times. Whatever happened to the sometimes grumpy Germans working behind the bar? The sun was by now hot hot hot but the queue at space was not too bad, we were in within 10 minutes. I hadn't realised different rooms were open on the Sunday but it worked well and we were in fine spirits again and getting more excited about the 1.00 arrival of Danny T. At this point I want to comment on a few of the posts that have appeared this year about a bad vibe in Ibiza. I can honestly say this was my best and happiest visit. Matinee had been funky spunky and very happy all day. Space on Sunday was the same, happy faces everywhere. We mooched into the various rooms having a good old Sunday afternoon dance. Now came the biggest and worst Ibiza experience I have ever had. I became sick, not just a wee bit off colour but the grim reaper was calling, or so I thought. We retreated to the sanctuary of Playa Soll II thinking a couple of hours rest would sort things out. The minutes and then hours ticked by and I decided a couple of beers and I would be fit and ready for DT, as long as we are there for midnightish things will be fine. It didn't happen, gutted is an understatement. I tried to persuade Shelley to go alone but she refused. Midnight came and went and I simply wanted to jump off the balcony. Shelley went to bed and I simply layer there hoping I would still be alive by morning.
Monday 4th September:
I didn't need any alarm clock as I hadn't slept a wink, and it was off to the airport for the 11:00am flight. Delayed by an hour that seemed more like a week! The last part of our holiday before feet back on English tarmac was an aborted landing when we could have been no more than 2 metres off the runway and into an almost vertical climb. After a few minutes by which time Shelley was whiter than a white sheet the captain announced that strong crosswinds low down had prevented a landing and we would approach again in 10 minutes. My better half looked worse than I felt! Second time and we landed safely quickly collected our bags and back to the depressing reality of life.
Facts & figures:
Cost of holiday, flights £440.32, Play Sol II (3nights) £143.16.
Money spent including club tickets, approx £900 (includes a few clothes items).
Best restaurant: Grill Den Bossa (only one we both had food).
Best club/ day: Space (Matinee).
Best bar: Bora Bora.
I am currently messing about trying to post a few photographs, and will add them shortly.
Friday 1st September:
We were up with the larks at 4:00am to be in plenty of time for the scheduled 7:00am departure from Leeds. The journey to the airport from our house is across country and to say it was raining cats 'n dogs was a vast understatement. On occasions ploughing through puddles 1 foot deep had me hyperventilating, having been stranded once before with a flooded engine. The big fella up above was looking down favourably and we made the airport slightly late but in one piece
Our flight was delayed by 40 minutes, nothing at all to worry about there, enough time for another snifter of vino. A big up to Jet2, great flight and friendly & very helpful staff. Shelley nicked the window seat meaning I was sat between her and a lovely girl from Sheffield who was on a hen do of a girl she didn't know! In fact she only knew one girl in the party which tbh looked like paid up members of the W.I. The girl said she had not been to any of the clubs but intended going to Space as they were staying in PDB. Her recently acquired boyfriend had insisted she accompanied him on two visits to Ibiza in 2007. Touchdown was painless and in no time we were on our way back to Playa Sol II. It is such a fantastic feeling travelling from the airport passing all the familiar landmarks, and some new ones, like the huge hole in the ground which is presumably part of the new road network! We arrived at the apartments and entered the 'posh' new entrance and tried to negotiate a room at the front. If we waited a couple of hours we could have a room on the top floor 2nd to the front on the right, absolutely perfect A walk up the road and a drink in Prince & Bar Monaco and it was time to check-in. The room was perfect. I think Playa Sol II is a real bargain, always clean & tidy with friendly staff.Time for a walk into Ibiza Town in the searing afternoon sun, Shelley refusing to walk over the hill so we took the less scenic route! A spot of clothes shopping for me, the purchase of some cool clobber for our little boy Harvey and a few glasses of Vino set us up perfectly for a return visit in the evening. For anyone who hasn't visited Ibiza Town during the day, I would recommend it, nothing like the nightlife; you can explore all the alleyways and shops with ease. We headed back to base via a visit to the Supermercado and a quick drink in the Llevant to cool down. It's an unusual bar right almost opposite Es Vive down a dodgy looking alleyway but with a fabulous terrace right over the sea. I was talking to the owner who told me the sad tale about the demise of the bar on the end of the block opposite Mira Molla. I asked if it was for sale and learned the place was in the hands of the bank. At this point we hadn't taken a single photograph despite promising ourselves we would go snap happy
The evening entailed a walk along the lovely Figueretas promenade stopping off for vino along the way at many of our old favourite sea front eateries / bars. We stopped off at Coulture before heading inland to town. I will always think about this place as it used to be, really buzzing before the new noise laws came into being. We enjoyed a pleasant and romantic towards the town. The buzz of Ibiza Town never fails to excite me, this year was no exception. Starting with the more sedate but fascinating location of Placa Del Parc (I think), a fantastic place for people watching and total relaxation. Into the busier area around the harbour and a few more drinks of various concoctions. We got talking to a Spanish guy who owned his own construction business. He agreed to renovate our yet to be purchased dilapidated finca in Spain (somewhere). He gave me his card but if I called the number I imagine he would be surprised! We eventually fell into bed around 4:00am and I managed 3 hours sleep.....
Saturday 2nd September:
8) Having been awake since 7:00am anticipating Matinee and having to be quiet as a mouse to ensure Shelley was refreshed for her first ever visit (I usually have to go alone). Around 8:00 I could wait no longer and gently woke her with a big hug & kiss. Oh no, this move backfired in a big way! I was greeted with "You and your f*cking Matinee". What to do next? I could pussy foot around and wait until she was ready, hmm no way Amigo. The tough stance it had to be "You promised me for my birthday blah blah". Eventually Shelley consented and we hit the road shortly after 9:00, stopping for the obligatory pre Space beer in PDB. This year was my first visit in a relatively normal state of mind as I usually arrive post Pacha. Whilst sat watching PDB waking up, who walked past with lilos in hand but the W.I girls on the hen do, less the girl I had been sat next t on the flight and her friend. We could wait no longer and headed to Space with no queue and not even an obligatory frisk. Literally the first people we bumped into on entry were the girl (who's name I never asked) from Sheffield and her pal dancing the morning away, what a small world. I told them we had seen the rest of their party on the way presumably to the water park, to which there was no comment, just a cheeky grin. We were keen to check out the new look Space and were not disappointed although the old terrace does seem quite different! As usual the music was excellent, non-stop happy stuff outside. I had a huge grin from arrival until departure late in the afternoon. As always an excellent Saturday was enjoyed. It did seem fuller than previous years once the inside was closed. We chatted with many great folks and broke through several language barriers usually with the other parties speaking a few words of English; it really is time to learn some new languages! We taxied home at which point Shelley descended into deep slumber, I don't know how she manages it! I passed a couple of hours having a wander around and a couple of beers. The night was pleasant if fairly uneventful, a wander along the promenade Coulture was our furthest destination. I almost forgot here about Shelley's desire to check out the Mexican that has appeared (just round the corner from Coulture) since our last visit. The last time we called in for food, it was a very poor pizza type place. Now it is an even poorer Mexican! I managed two stuffed jalapenos which in fairness were delicious, Shelley's burrito was Chicken with gravy wrapped in a tortilla......Although I didn't admit it, I was knackered and aching, in bed by 2:00am, but woken at 4:00am by the mad for it Spanish people in the next room. Fortunately they were only up for an hour before all was quiet.
Sunday 3rd September:
This for both of us was the big one, waiting to see Danny T had been painful at times but now the day was here
I have never seen him play Space before and Shelley has never seen him at all. A few years back we missed his impromptu 10 hour date at Privilege by one day. I had managed a few hours sleep this night but had not eaten anything save 2 stuffed Jalapenos since Thursday. An obligatory early morning beer at Bar Monaco did a great revival job on me and ensured I did not wake Shelley before she was ready. We enjoyed a pleasant couple of hours getting ready and chilled before heading off down the beach for mixed Paella at Grill Den Bosa. The place doesn't look much from the outside but is our venue of choice every Sunday we are in Ibiza. The restaurant attracts many locals which is reassuring. We shared a starter of tomatoes stuffed with prawns that were not as we expected, the tomatoes were not at all tangy which I thought the dish needed. The main course was a different matter altogether. Never had I been able to convince Shelley to share Paella as there is lots of cracking, claws and feelers involved. She enjoyed most of it but struggled towards the end as the pile of claws and non edible bits was piling quite high! The meal was accompanied by a reasonable bottle of dry white. An unusual incident took place while we were cracking our way through the main course. Sat looking out onto the beach, there was a massive flash and a bang of enormous magnitude! A poor girl who had been deep in slumber jumped at least 1 foot off her sun lounger and took about 20 seconds to gather her belongings and vanish!!! Several others took slightly longer to vacate the area but there were soon plenty of spare sun loungers. We got talking to the waiter who had a perfect Spanish accent but was from Birmingham and had been on the island 19 years. He gave us a pleasing shot of Hierbas before we were on our way, towards Bora Bora. I always consider this wander along the waters edge one of the most pleasant of the holiday. A leisurely drink at Bora Bora where we both commented on the great music and happy vibe several times. Whatever happened to the sometimes grumpy Germans working behind the bar? The sun was by now hot hot hot but the queue at space was not too bad, we were in within 10 minutes. I hadn't realised different rooms were open on the Sunday but it worked well and we were in fine spirits again and getting more excited about the 1.00 arrival of Danny T. At this point I want to comment on a few of the posts that have appeared this year about a bad vibe in Ibiza. I can honestly say this was my best and happiest visit. Matinee had been funky spunky and very happy all day. Space on Sunday was the same, happy faces everywhere. We mooched into the various rooms having a good old Sunday afternoon dance. Now came the biggest and worst Ibiza experience I have ever had. I became sick, not just a wee bit off colour but the grim reaper was calling, or so I thought. We retreated to the sanctuary of Playa Soll II thinking a couple of hours rest would sort things out. The minutes and then hours ticked by and I decided a couple of beers and I would be fit and ready for DT, as long as we are there for midnightish things will be fine. It didn't happen, gutted is an understatement. I tried to persuade Shelley to go alone but she refused. Midnight came and went and I simply wanted to jump off the balcony. Shelley went to bed and I simply layer there hoping I would still be alive by morning.Monday 4th September:
I didn't need any alarm clock as I hadn't slept a wink, and it was off to the airport for the 11:00am flight. Delayed by an hour that seemed more like a week! The last part of our holiday before feet back on English tarmac was an aborted landing when we could have been no more than 2 metres off the runway and into an almost vertical climb. After a few minutes by which time Shelley was whiter than a white sheet the captain announced that strong crosswinds low down had prevented a landing and we would approach again in 10 minutes. My better half looked worse than I felt! Second time and we landed safely quickly collected our bags and back to the depressing reality of life.
Facts & figures:
Cost of holiday, flights £440.32, Play Sol II (3nights) £143.16.
Money spent including club tickets, approx £900 (includes a few clothes items).
Best restaurant: Grill Den Bossa (only one we both had food).
Best club/ day: Space (Matinee).
Best bar: Bora Bora.
I am currently messing about trying to post a few photographs, and will add them shortly.
As for babysitters, that's a sore point in our house
