Hello! i went to ibiza in june for 10 days and im unsure if i wanna go back... i went with 9 other lads and it was a good laugh, but here are there main things that happened on the holiday:
Me and my mate got mugged by a little tramp and his mates. but we put up a fight and got our money back...
prostitutes kept saying to me "50 euro, shag?"
pimps kept trying to sell me braclets and glasses
little tramp men kept saying to me "charlie? hash?"
i saw and made friends with the mintest bird ive seen in my life! her name was stevie and she was one of the promo girls at the club which is at the beginning of the west end strip - anyone know what i mean?
i stole (and recorded on my phone) a wheel chair and ran from the police with it
me and my mate ran through the fountains at the bottom of the westend
i got locked out of my hotel so stayed in a a room in the hotel opposite with 4 ladies.
on my mates first night there, he went missing at midnight. then he turns up the next day at 11am with no clothes. turns out he woke up in a random hotel and someone had stolen everything off him except his boxer shorts. the hotel people were very nice to him and gave him a towel to wear and sent him on his way! he still doesnt know what happened, but he does remember walking down the streets drinking absinthe from the bottle.
we sang many tunes in the welsh bar at the top of the west end and made friends with all the girls there - quality lot!
mostly i would like to know what happened to me in all the memory blanks that i have from between 12 and 5am...
oh and i must mention the litre of san miguel for 99cents from the minimarket! quality!
and the sunset at cafe mambo (expensive drinks tho)
oh and i hate how early the spanish get up in the mornings! so loud! damn you.
[this is my first post by the way... my names chris, im 21 and im from cornwall]
Me and my mate got mugged by a little tramp and his mates. but we put up a fight and got our money back...
prostitutes kept saying to me "50 euro, shag?"
pimps kept trying to sell me braclets and glasses
little tramp men kept saying to me "charlie? hash?"
i saw and made friends with the mintest bird ive seen in my life! her name was stevie and she was one of the promo girls at the club which is at the beginning of the west end strip - anyone know what i mean?
i stole (and recorded on my phone) a wheel chair and ran from the police with it
me and my mate ran through the fountains at the bottom of the westend
i got locked out of my hotel so stayed in a a room in the hotel opposite with 4 ladies.
on my mates first night there, he went missing at midnight. then he turns up the next day at 11am with no clothes. turns out he woke up in a random hotel and someone had stolen everything off him except his boxer shorts. the hotel people were very nice to him and gave him a towel to wear and sent him on his way! he still doesnt know what happened, but he does remember walking down the streets drinking absinthe from the bottle.
we sang many tunes in the welsh bar at the top of the west end and made friends with all the girls there - quality lot!
mostly i would like to know what happened to me in all the memory blanks that i have from between 12 and 5am...
oh and i must mention the litre of san miguel for 99cents from the minimarket! quality!
and the sunset at cafe mambo (expensive drinks tho)
oh and i hate how early the spanish get up in the mornings! so loud! damn you.
[this is my first post by the way... my names chris, im 21 and im from cornwall]
