Thursday 15th August
I woke up about 1ish today feeling surprisingly well, the sun was shining and even though I felt weak I knew I was going to be able to get through it – of course I was, I was in Ibiza. There were no hardcore activities planned for today or tonight, we were just going to head over to Café Mambos to watch the sunset and have a few bevies – perfect recovery
We spent the day lazing round the pool; it was fine until some British lads started playing their cheesy tunes really loud from their balcony…Anyways, staying in the apartment next to us were quite an old family, including two very old pensioners (they looked in there 80s), I think they were Spanish. The old guy was sat sunbathing (with a visor, love it) and he must have spotted me on the balcony, because as I came down the pool he collared me. Now from the look on his face I don't think he was asking me if I was having a good holiday, he seemed a bit cross and pointed to our balcony, hmmmm I had a slight inclination that our delirious chatting early this morning might have woken him up. I didn't understand a word and told him I was English, he made a second attempt but it was no good, so I just smile sweetly, hoping this would bring him round, until he shooed me away, excellent. He was lucky he wasn't next to the lads playing the bass hunter music, that would have probably burst his hearing aid the level they had it!
We made our way over to Café Mambos way too early (thanks to my excellent internet researching skills – I looked at the sunrise and not sunset time, lol – I was weak). But it was nice, the plan was to get a few bevies from the shop and sit on the rocks. But once we got there the rocks didn't seem that appealing and my lack of food all day (I had forced a few crisps down at the pool but it was hard work so gave up) meant that I needed to eat, so we decided to get a table at Mambos. To be honest I thought it was going to be more expensive then it was. We got a couple of starters to share, then a main each (salads/burgers etc), a decent bottle of wine and couple of soft drinks and the bill came to 122 euros, so between 4 its nothing, plus we got to watch the sunset. I felt totally relaxed, as we sat back and reminisced about the trip so far.
After the meal we headed down the rocks to watch the final bit of sunset and take some pictures. After the sun had disappeared, a fire entertainer guy came on, so we parked our bums on a rock and watched him – he was fantastic. Some pissed up Scottish guy kept shouting out (give me 5 euros and I'll do a better job – I'd have love to have seen him try!), thankfully he left half way through – no wonder everyone dislikes us lot from the UK, there's always someone bringing us down. I'd love to have known how much that fire guy collected in tips, our little group gave him quite a bit and his tin was full to the top – fair play.
We wondered back into the centre, stopping to buy one of them pineapples with pina colada in it. We got chatting to the guy and girl who were running the little stall, they were from the UK and were trying to set up this little business, selling drinks to tourists. Because the season is too short it makes hard work as out of season, they are jobless – good luck to them.
We had a walk round the markets, I bought a gorgeous leather bag, it still smelt like it was alive! The plan was to head back to Playa D'en Bossa and go for a few drinks – no one wanted to admit it, but we were all flagging, the lack of sleep from the night before was well and truly kicking in. As we piled back into the apartment, all it took was one head to say lets a have joint on the balcony and we were sold. One of the girls was flying back in the morning and leaving us a day early so I think she was happy to keep it low key. The thing is, when you're in Ibiza you feel like you have to go crazy every night – and it's just not possible. So even though we had had a really nice night, it still felt wrong that we were bailing (even though it was nearly 12).
Midnight Munchies - A couple of joints later I needed a mission. I was feeling silly and had the urge for Mr Whippy ice-cream and random spending! Not wanting to mess with a stoned girl on a mission two of the others agreed they were feeling slightly peckish, so protection on and off we floated out of the apartment. My eyes felt like p1ss holes in the snow and I started to feel bit paranoid that someone was going to grab my purse which was not safely tucked away in bag like usual, but held in my hand. On we trooped, dodging the lucky lucky men. I dived into a shop and started browsing the tat, hmmm what could I buy, nothing thank god. Still no nearer to ice-cream, we spotted Burker King, yep they do strawberry sundaes – exactly what I wanted. Mission complete.
