Jack87
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It didn't look like a second trip was on the cards this year until a friend, MG, got in touch a few weeks ago after his year travelling around Australia and S.E Asia. He was an Ibiza virgin but dying to get out there to experience it for himself after a load of his mates had been throughout the summer. He's a top bloke and someone I know likes a good session, so I knew he'd be able to hack the pace. I had wanted to get out there on Sept 26th for Enter Closing but MG hasn't long been back from his travels and was on a bit of a budget, so we settled on 3 nights from Saturday 28th. Those dates meant we could could fit in some top parties and not waste a night on anything I wasn't really up for. Flights weren't the best - trekking up to Stansted from Southampton is a pain, and the return leg meant a 3 hour wait in Valencia, but doing that meant our flights were £110 each, rather than £200+ to fly direct. We booked the 3 nights at the Jabeque for £150, I was impressed with the place after a week there last September and it's one of the cheaper places in the area.
Saturday 28th - Defected Closing
We headed up to Stansted early after I nearly missed my last flight from there due to the car park they call the M25. No such problems this time, we had plenty of time for something to eat and a couple of pints before our 2:30pm flight. Choosing to fly with Ryanair always means you're not going to have the best experience, but this one was made worse by what we saw at the gate. A stag do maybe 13 or 14 strong, with the stag dressed as a ballet dancer, and the rest in matching t-shirts. I think the Essex crowd sometimes get unfairly tarred with the same brush, they're not all complete c***s, but this lot were. On the back of their awful matching t-shirts were the words 'music is my drug, the DJ is my dealer'. Never mind, we walked out to the plane and their crowd headed for the back stairs up to the plane, so we went to the front and were far enough forward that we couldn't really hear them. The flight flew by, and we were out of the airport and straight into a taxi in no time at all.
My younger brother had arrived on the Tuesday with his friend and they were staying at Mare Nostrum, so after nipping to the shop to stock up the fridge with drink we headed there to see how he was doing on his first Ibiza trip. He was still alive and loving it, and decided he wanted to come with us to Booom that night. We had to head down to pick up some stuff in PDB so left them to it, and told them to meet us at our apartment for a bit of a pre party. We were also meeting 2 girls I got talking to through here but they weren't landing til 9pm, I'd already bought online tickets from here, and we picked up enough supplies to go round. Showers and drinks out of the way and we were soon all in taxis to Booom at around 12:30. I'd seen tweets saying to arrive early as it was rammed, but didn't think the queue would be round the block. I wasn't at all impressed with how they were managing it - there was one queue for VIP tickets which was completely empty, the other queue was for everyone else. It was a mess, some people were trying to pay on the door and being turned away, people with internet tickets didn't know where to go, there were people getting out of taxis and pushing in the queue at the front. Absolute shambles. We finally got in at around 2am, headed straight for the a bar then down to the dance floor to drop some pills and get lively. I've heard all sorts about the sound system in Booom, and I wasn't impressed. We were at the back right hand side of the main dance floor and it was really bass heavy there, it was doing my head in. Tensnake was on and playing a good set but we had to move. We headed forward, quite slowly as it was heaving in there, and it got better the further forward and more central we got. We all ended up having a top night and the music was great despite the problems earlier on. Eats Everything was spot on, a lot more techy than the others which some may have thought a bit out of place at a Defected night but I thought it was ace, then MK brought it back to more like what you'd expect for that party with the big housey vocal tracks. His mix of Storm Queen - Look Right Through is getting well over-played, I even heard it in my local Vodka Revs a while ago and I think it's destined for the charts, but that's the kind of tune you can't help but enjoy and sing along to, and it went off when he dropped it. We went out for air a couple of times and everyone else headed off around 5:30-6, but myself and MG weren't done yet so went back in to catch Nick Curly. I can't remember a lot apart from moving further forward all the time as the place emptied out, and we left ourselves sometime just before 8am.
As I said, I was annoyed at how badly managed the night was, not overly impressed with the sound system or the layout of the club, but still had a really good night. The lineup, the music and the drugs saw to that. We got a cab back to the apartment but were absolutely wired and didn't think there was much chance of sleeping, so we grabbed some bottles of water and a bag of ket and set off towards PDB, not really knowing what our mission was. We walked aimlessly along the beach until we came across that plastic jetty up towards Ushuaia, which we decided should be named the ketty jetty. It was a really warm and still Sunday morning and we sat at the end of it for ages talking crap and trying to decide what our next mission should be. I remember looking right towards the end of PDB and seeing a sand castle shaped building that I'd never noticed before, so we went to investigate, after the difficult task of actually standing up and walking back along the wobbly jetty. The beach was starting to get busier with normal people who were up and about at a sensible time rather than those who were carrying on from an all nighter, and we were starting to feel paranoid but decided we must complete our mission, so made our way along and up the rocks to the 'ketty castle'. It was pretty weird going up the spiral staircase of the sandstone building and we could hear voices echoing through the stairwell which spooked us in our fragile states, but we went up to the roof anyway where we bumped into some German sightseers. This was actually a bit of a relief because it meant those voices weren't just a figment of our imaginations. Anyway, we decided that was enough exploring for one morning and we should head back to the apartment, which we'd completely forgot was about an hour away.
View from ketty castle:
Saturday 28th - Defected Closing
We headed up to Stansted early after I nearly missed my last flight from there due to the car park they call the M25. No such problems this time, we had plenty of time for something to eat and a couple of pints before our 2:30pm flight. Choosing to fly with Ryanair always means you're not going to have the best experience, but this one was made worse by what we saw at the gate. A stag do maybe 13 or 14 strong, with the stag dressed as a ballet dancer, and the rest in matching t-shirts. I think the Essex crowd sometimes get unfairly tarred with the same brush, they're not all complete c***s, but this lot were. On the back of their awful matching t-shirts were the words 'music is my drug, the DJ is my dealer'. Never mind, we walked out to the plane and their crowd headed for the back stairs up to the plane, so we went to the front and were far enough forward that we couldn't really hear them. The flight flew by, and we were out of the airport and straight into a taxi in no time at all.
My younger brother had arrived on the Tuesday with his friend and they were staying at Mare Nostrum, so after nipping to the shop to stock up the fridge with drink we headed there to see how he was doing on his first Ibiza trip. He was still alive and loving it, and decided he wanted to come with us to Booom that night. We had to head down to pick up some stuff in PDB so left them to it, and told them to meet us at our apartment for a bit of a pre party. We were also meeting 2 girls I got talking to through here but they weren't landing til 9pm, I'd already bought online tickets from here, and we picked up enough supplies to go round. Showers and drinks out of the way and we were soon all in taxis to Booom at around 12:30. I'd seen tweets saying to arrive early as it was rammed, but didn't think the queue would be round the block. I wasn't at all impressed with how they were managing it - there was one queue for VIP tickets which was completely empty, the other queue was for everyone else. It was a mess, some people were trying to pay on the door and being turned away, people with internet tickets didn't know where to go, there were people getting out of taxis and pushing in the queue at the front. Absolute shambles. We finally got in at around 2am, headed straight for the a bar then down to the dance floor to drop some pills and get lively. I've heard all sorts about the sound system in Booom, and I wasn't impressed. We were at the back right hand side of the main dance floor and it was really bass heavy there, it was doing my head in. Tensnake was on and playing a good set but we had to move. We headed forward, quite slowly as it was heaving in there, and it got better the further forward and more central we got. We all ended up having a top night and the music was great despite the problems earlier on. Eats Everything was spot on, a lot more techy than the others which some may have thought a bit out of place at a Defected night but I thought it was ace, then MK brought it back to more like what you'd expect for that party with the big housey vocal tracks. His mix of Storm Queen - Look Right Through is getting well over-played, I even heard it in my local Vodka Revs a while ago and I think it's destined for the charts, but that's the kind of tune you can't help but enjoy and sing along to, and it went off when he dropped it. We went out for air a couple of times and everyone else headed off around 5:30-6, but myself and MG weren't done yet so went back in to catch Nick Curly. I can't remember a lot apart from moving further forward all the time as the place emptied out, and we left ourselves sometime just before 8am.
As I said, I was annoyed at how badly managed the night was, not overly impressed with the sound system or the layout of the club, but still had a really good night. The lineup, the music and the drugs saw to that. We got a cab back to the apartment but were absolutely wired and didn't think there was much chance of sleeping, so we grabbed some bottles of water and a bag of ket and set off towards PDB, not really knowing what our mission was. We walked aimlessly along the beach until we came across that plastic jetty up towards Ushuaia, which we decided should be named the ketty jetty. It was a really warm and still Sunday morning and we sat at the end of it for ages talking crap and trying to decide what our next mission should be. I remember looking right towards the end of PDB and seeing a sand castle shaped building that I'd never noticed before, so we went to investigate, after the difficult task of actually standing up and walking back along the wobbly jetty. The beach was starting to get busier with normal people who were up and about at a sensible time rather than those who were carrying on from an all nighter, and we were starting to feel paranoid but decided we must complete our mission, so made our way along and up the rocks to the 'ketty castle'. It was pretty weird going up the spiral staircase of the sandstone building and we could hear voices echoing through the stairwell which spooked us in our fragile states, but we went up to the roof anyway where we bumped into some German sightseers. This was actually a bit of a relief because it meant those voices weren't just a figment of our imaginations. Anyway, we decided that was enough exploring for one morning and we should head back to the apartment, which we'd completely forgot was about an hour away.
View from ketty castle:
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@ having a 'quick kip' in the run up to leaving. Doomed plan from the outset ! 
Wishing you a speedy recovery 