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jimmiz said:
No.
Bunch of Ibicencos from SJ wasted at 3pm on the Space terrace in 1994 is definitely the most balearic thing I ever saw in my life.
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My friend Miku on the cross(en croix in French, not sure of the translation) in the middle of the terrace, while DJ Elias was playing one of the best sets I have ever heard, while Juan, Mariano and Tuniet threw him grams of coke on his face and screaming " traficante de piedras!"
 
jimmiz said:
My friend Miku on the cross(en croix in French, not sure of the translation) in the middle of the terrace, while DJ Elias was playing one of the best sets I have ever heard, while Juan, Mariano and Tuniet threw him grams of coke on his face and screaming " traficante de piedras!"
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DC10 early afternoon, on the heels of a Space marathon the day prior, Danny Tenaglia dancing next to Smokin' Jo (nearly double his height), both of them impossible to mistake given their distinctive appearances AND having both played Space the night before, yet going completely unnoticed in the middle of the dancefloor due to how utterly cross-eyed everyone is. I watch a random punter try to squeeze through the terrace double-doors carrying a fully equipped inflatable dinghy on his back...and later the Spanair runway crew shows up on break, still wearing reflector vests, does a samba line all the way around the terrace, taking every hierbas shot and joint that's offered to them along the way, and then disappears just as quickly back to work on the other side of the fence.
 
February 1997, Saturday evening, the island shudders, only the natives and a few escapees like we are there, entwined on the Pacha trail.
In the early morning we flee to the DC-10 in after, the road splits.
5 hours later, the pink rays of the sun radiate the salt pans, we return to the north, our souls full.
I would never live a night like this again.
 
jimmiz said:
February 1997, Saturday evening, the island shudders, only the natives and a few escapees like we are there, entwined on the Pacha trail.
In the early morning we flee to the DC-10 in after, the road splits.
5 hours later, the pink rays of the sun radiate the salt pans, we return to the north, our souls full.
I would never live a night like this again.
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Jimmiz you old romantic

'97 was my 1st year in Ibiza, what a holiday that was
 
jimmiz said:
I try to NOT use Google translate, especially here, on this forum, to really express my feelings, but sometimes I need it ?
I love to (try) speak english, but the lack of vocabulary and grammar breaks me often.
(breaks me? Really?)
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At least you made the effort. I was taught French at school and apart from je m eppelle Lee, quelle heure est il and jai froid. I havnt got a scooby doo (cockney rhyming slang for clue ) although I bet you knew that anyway. ;)
 
Just wondering what will all the looky lookys and hookers do this year? Surely they wont be on the island, or will they find a way? They do go back home (Senegal?) at the end of the season dont they?
Just reminded me I remember reading a funny story about Sasha, he was sitting on a beach and a looky looky came up to him and tried to sell him a bootleg copy of Involver! I think he just laughed it off!!
Also, I bought a Cocoon CD off one chap once as a cover up for other stuff, thought I'd listen to it when I got home and it was reggeaton!
 
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