Just got back from my first week ever in ibiza.
Monday- Pacha, Release Yourself
Tuesday- Space, Carl Cox
Wednesday- Amnesia, La Troya
Thursday- wanted to go to cream but slept all night
Friday- El Divino, Defected
Saturday- Sunset at Cafe Del Mar then El Divino, Head Kandi
Sunday- Space, we love...
Carl Cox was by far the best night, best music, best crowd, best vibe. One of the best nights i've ever had, indescribable.
Watching the sunset at cafe del mar was awesome too. i didn't know that it could be such a relaxing feeling.
Friday was good at El Divino but saturday was so bad. nowhere to sit and too many loudmouth english.
Going to La Troya was a serious mistake. Someone told us it was good but i'm not gay and getting my ass felt as i walk across the dancefloor by 1000 guys wasn't fun. we left at 3:30am and went to San Antonio to get pissed instead and that was an even bigger mistake. What a disgrace of a place, the nightclubs stink like piss and spew and the pubs are full of people wearing english soccer jerseys and loose girls. We were only there for 45 mins then we paid the 25 euro cab fare back to playa den bossa.
My expectations for space on sunday were probably a bit too high and i was let down a little. Arrived at 2pm and had an awesome time on the terrace till about 5:30pm when it just got too packed and everyone was getting too pushy, especially the rude spanish women and their steroid taking boyfriends. got to the point where i was that pissed off i asked this silly little spanish bitch with a mullet for a haircut ( i don't understand why that's in fashion but anyways) if she understood english. she replied with yes and i said well do you understand f*** off. that felt a bit better until her boyfriend and his mates told me to piss off. over it anyway me and my mate went (but not before i intentionally stepped on this roid ragers foot as i walked off hoping never to meet him again) to have a few more drinks back at the apartment and wait till ben korbel from one of my local nightclubs in australia was playing in the discotheque. good set as were the next cople but by 7am i just couldn't kick on to DC10 like i wanted and left later that afternoon.
The clubs are second to none, as is the music but the people just aren't as friendly as i expected. In Australia people go out to clubs and are friendly, they enjoy talking to other people, they don't intentionally bump into other people to try and get more room for themselves on the dancefloor and they actually turn around and apologise if they knock into you. I was just expecting ibiza to be a really friendly place and i really don't think it is.
I don't like whinging too much because i did have an overall good time but if i go back i think i would choose my nights a lot more carefully.
Monday- Pacha, Release Yourself
Tuesday- Space, Carl Cox
Wednesday- Amnesia, La Troya
Thursday- wanted to go to cream but slept all night
Friday- El Divino, Defected
Saturday- Sunset at Cafe Del Mar then El Divino, Head Kandi
Sunday- Space, we love...
Carl Cox was by far the best night, best music, best crowd, best vibe. One of the best nights i've ever had, indescribable.
Watching the sunset at cafe del mar was awesome too. i didn't know that it could be such a relaxing feeling.
Friday was good at El Divino but saturday was so bad. nowhere to sit and too many loudmouth english.
Going to La Troya was a serious mistake. Someone told us it was good but i'm not gay and getting my ass felt as i walk across the dancefloor by 1000 guys wasn't fun. we left at 3:30am and went to San Antonio to get pissed instead and that was an even bigger mistake. What a disgrace of a place, the nightclubs stink like piss and spew and the pubs are full of people wearing english soccer jerseys and loose girls. We were only there for 45 mins then we paid the 25 euro cab fare back to playa den bossa.
My expectations for space on sunday were probably a bit too high and i was let down a little. Arrived at 2pm and had an awesome time on the terrace till about 5:30pm when it just got too packed and everyone was getting too pushy, especially the rude spanish women and their steroid taking boyfriends. got to the point where i was that pissed off i asked this silly little spanish bitch with a mullet for a haircut ( i don't understand why that's in fashion but anyways) if she understood english. she replied with yes and i said well do you understand f*** off. that felt a bit better until her boyfriend and his mates told me to piss off. over it anyway me and my mate went (but not before i intentionally stepped on this roid ragers foot as i walked off hoping never to meet him again) to have a few more drinks back at the apartment and wait till ben korbel from one of my local nightclubs in australia was playing in the discotheque. good set as were the next cople but by 7am i just couldn't kick on to DC10 like i wanted and left later that afternoon.
The clubs are second to none, as is the music but the people just aren't as friendly as i expected. In Australia people go out to clubs and are friendly, they enjoy talking to other people, they don't intentionally bump into other people to try and get more room for themselves on the dancefloor and they actually turn around and apologise if they knock into you. I was just expecting ibiza to be a really friendly place and i really don't think it is.
I don't like whinging too much because i did have an overall good time but if i go back i think i would choose my nights a lot more carefully.
and guys would come up and she would be like yeah yeah uhh huh... and sorta scoot them away...
