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Wednesday 14/9
Leave for Liverpool, lovely drive down after saying goodbye to the dog and the dog/house sitter, pop into the in laws for an hour or so, tell them about our plans for a lovely cultural week, of sightseeing, trying the best restaurants, finding the most beautiful beaches and generally, having a relaxing holiday together! (Not too sure who I was trying to kid here, them or us….)
Arrival at the airport – in a strop within 20 mins of getting there, due to the lack of facilities on offer to a late evening traveller – bloody crap airport – makes Newcastle airport look like LHR!! Three cigarettes between us – no shops open, no cigarette machines in the bars, not even in departures! Day saved by a wonderful lady in duty free who gives us a packet of her L&B ciggies to keep us going after seeing our shocked faces on telling us that actually, there was a good chance that our flight was going to be delayed for 4 hours and not take off until 3.30am – as it happens they find another plane in Manchester and re-route that plane instead – huuuge sigh of relief!! 
Arrive 30 mins late in Ibiza at 3.45am – jump a taxi straight to the Sirenis Beach Club Aura in Port des Torrent. I vaguely had an idea of where the complex was but didn’t quite realise just how far it was. On arrival into the complex we were stunned at this level of comfort and facilities this place had to offer – a total bargain at £600 quid (incl. Flights between us). It’s not normally something we would have booked – usually go for the villa option but this far surpassed our expectations – totally beautiful. A 4* holiday complex, for anyone wanting a totally relaxing holiday. On entering the apartment a lovely bottle of ice cold champagne waiting for us (I did tell a little white lie and tell the tour operator on the phone that it was our wedding anniversary and would we have a quiet sea view apartment (the champagne was a bonus!!). Bed for a few hours kip.
Thursday 15/9
Woke up around 12.00pm. Take a walk around the complex – its landscaped gardens are beautiful, not many people staying at this time of year (it’s a family orientated place – hardly any clubbing types – excellent!!) We are the only English people there, we decide to set a benchmark and become the epitome of politeness and sensibility (bearing in mind this is the first day!!)
Were supposed to be doing a double header tonight, Yoshitoshi at Pacha and then off to Cream at Amnesia for a bit of trance on the way home, we have guest lists for 4 of us for both clubs but unfortunately we have to be in clubs by 1.00am for both of these sets to make use of the guestlists – aaargh dilemma!!
We are already on the list for Sanchez at Pacha on Monday, so I am outvoted by the Ibiza virgins were with and Mr PL so the choice is Cream which means that our friends can experience both clubs in the week.. Grrrr – now are left with 4 spare guests and I HATE wasting guests when someone has gone to the trouble of arrange for us. A quick brainstorm and remember Barbie et al are also on the Island – quick text to Barbie and 4 guests for Pacha given away to a good home! – sorted!!! We arrange to meet up with our two Ibiza virgin friends that night at Bar M as I am being forced to go watch the Everton match at Zinema after doing a little bit of pre-clubbing shopping (thanks Barbie for saving the day!!) – Everton lose 5-1 
– not the best start to a night of clubbing – still Mr PL pulls himself round, couple of pre-party drinks in M and a taxi off to Amnesia for Mr Van Dyk. Fantastic music, fantastic crowd, didn’t get really full until very late on, and not too much of a Brit element this time round.
Best bits of the night, seeing our friends faces when the ice cannon went off, after strategically placing them in a great spot on the dance floor for maximum exposure to said cannon, and the hobbit sized Puffy Daddy looky-likey in his diamond bling, bare chest, white tux jacket and Versace sunglasses, being blown off his little feet when the cannon hit him at full force and ended with him frantically searching the dance floor for his sunglasses that were completely blown off his face – priceless!!!!
Left Amnesia at the end, a quick phone call, a small detour and back to our friend’s apartment at the Costamar for a top up. Lots of silliness ensued but the pups gave up at midday and had to be taken home – Mr PL voted for the water taxi to Port des Torrent – I advised that this would be a very very bad idea indeed and talked him into ordering a taxi from Reception. Back to the hotel for beer in the bar (bad idea – forgot our sunglasses when we went out and the bar staff were obviously not used to seeing clubbers returning with eyes like aliens drinking in the bar at lunchtime in their evening attire – sloped off to the room feeling very very naughty (and very very giggly) for some serious chilling before hitting the pool.
Friday 16/9
Actually fell asleep and didn’t get to the pool until gone 5.00pm for a quick tanning session. Decided we might as well carry on and met up with friends at Kasbah for food and supplies. On meeting up with our friends – they decided they couldn’t face eating so we had a quick drink in Kasbah and ended up in Kanya – much to the amusement of the staff in Kasbah – pissing themselves laughing at our friends lack of co-ordination and ability to focus. I had forgotten what it was like to see Ibiza and clubbing through the eyes of someone totally new to the Island and its treasures –it was fantastic – I felt born again and started to see it all in a new light too!! Finally managed to persuade them that eating is something that does need to be done every few days (they hadn’t eaten since breakfast on Wednesday) otherwise they wouldn’t be able to last the full week……..
Saturday 17/9
Pissing down all day.
All met up at our apartment and decided, that after a few cheekies, marathon games of crazy golf, pool, mini go-karting and air hockey was the way forward. Bungee trampolening was not the best idea after a night and day of indulgence….. Lovely meal that night back at the Beach Club. Early-ish night too!
Sunday 18/9Woke up, stepped out of bed and into an inch of water on the bedroom floor – :x :x it had rained so much, and being the first line of apartments from the beach the rain had hit our balcony all night forcing the water through the glass doors – an hour spent slopping out the bedroom. Deliberated all day as to whether we should go over to Space or Bora Bora to meet up with Gingerfreak who has popped over for the weekend to say Hi and to finally meet the Pink One Barbie but to be honest the weather really was off putting off, to top it all, Mr PL can’t get out of bed, he is really really ill with the dreaded Ibiza Flu. He can’t stand up, hearing has gone, he’s lost his balance and is coughing and sneezing constantly. Hmmmmm not the best idea to be around him me thinks, put him back to bed, feed him drugs (from the chemist) and hot soup and mop his fevered brown. Become bored by this Florence Nightingale malarkey and head off to Mambo for sunset as the cloud cover has shifted and it looks set for a brilliant sunset. Yay!!!!
Meet the girls, indulge in some Sangria (yuck) so move on to whiskey. Mr Gooding is playing some lovely chill out tunes, I favourably acknowledge his choice of tracks, he thanks me, nice guy! Mr C and his entourage turn up for a set, and share our table, (actually I think they wanted our table as well as their own reserved table next to ours but the waitress had forgotten to put out two reservado notices – so tough Mr C!!! We let him share our table anyway – we’re nice like that! Mr PL texts me to say his is feeling a tad better – can I do a bit shopping for him – he needs something for his sinusus!! Honestly! We move on to Kanya again, then off to Kasbah for more drinks and lie down on the beds out back. The girls want to see what the West End is like so I take them on a tour. I chose Plastik and Hush for them both to experience (..they seemed like a safe bet…) Plastik, sort your drinks out! San Migel and Heinken – that it in bottled beers?????? Also don’t like the foldy caravan doors on the toilets……very confusing on trying to get out when both eyes are going in totally different directions. Hush – not too bad – preferable to Plastik IMO. Decide to make an early night of it – and head home at mid-night. Florence Nightingale administers some evil medicine to make Mr PL feel a tad better……… Sleep very late in coming again – so much for the early night.
Monday 19/9
Mr PL is still very ill – I think its touch and go myself as to whether he will pull through this illness – then I realise its football again tonight (Everton and Arsenal – cue lots of derogatory texts from Gooner friends with chants of 5-1 and such like – gits!!! Don’t they realise football is ruining my holiday here!!!) I come back from my sunbathing session (at this point I believe I am whiter than when I actually landed on the Island, lo and behold, Mr PL has made a miraculous recover, so much so I wonder if the Lord Jesus himself has popped into the Sirenis Beach Club to lay hands on him – what a brave puppy!!!
Less said about football the better at this point. Meet the girls in Bar M again, few naughties and several drinks (I demand to be taken to the club at this point because I have never been so cold in Ibiza ever!!! I cant remember it being this cold last September – they argue that its not worth going to the club before 1.00am, I know this but still argue that its better than freezing our asses off sitting in an outside bar!! I win the argument!!!!
Ok not the best argument to win – Pacha isn’t open and we are forced to wait outside for 20 mins until they let us in!!!!! Whoops. Takes a while for the club to get going (No shit Sherlock!!) Mr PL has had a relapse and needs to collapse on the seats upstairs….. I suspect that is down to the fact that because of his allover numbness and lethargy ‘cos of the Ibiza Flu, he decides to do a double drop as he thinks it will take ages for anything to work on him – not true – he doesn’t know which way is up for at least 2 hours!! Mr Sanchez plays a blinding set, we make lots or new friends including a lad from my home town (2 streets away !) a stripper, who is the double of Paddy from “Max and Paddy” – cue lots of jibes about Willy Wanker and the Chocolate Factory….. The girls adore Pacha, and at this point in the holiday are fit to burst with euphoria and plans for their future two holidays a year for the rest of their clubbing days to Ibiza……. Its so damned infectious being with them, everytime they have an “Ibiza moment” I have a double “Ibiza moment” – I felt like a proud mother watching her kids riding their bicycles for the first time without their stabilizers…….. 8) 8) 8)
We leave Pacha at 6.00am as Mr PL is having a relapse and needs some help relieving the pressure in is nasal cavities…. Back to the apartment for us – the girls pal up with Paddy and his pals and off to Costamar for Special K breakfast and adventures…..
Tuesday 20/9
Sunbathing all day for me – Mr PL and the girls deign to surface around 4.00pm – I feel surprisingly good and make everyone meet up for sunset at Mambo – Bad idea…. Mr PL is coming round a bit (antibiotics from the local quack have helped a lot, but the girls are beyond help at this point, sitting in Mambo on the comfy chairs behind the DJ curled up on a sofa with their coats on). Mr Gooding thinks it’s the funniest sight of the day judging by his laughter at this point…….. Mr PL decides, we need to take them back to their apartment for sleep as they are flying at 9.00am in the morning. We decided to do one last shop for our last two nights on the Island (via the KFC for food which no one, including me (after all my lecturing) seems to have thought about for the past 2 days!! Back to the apartment, oh dear I have started to feel very ill, no balance, dodgy hearing, swollen nasal passages, it’s the dreaded Ibiza Flu……… bah!!!! BUT I accept my punishment for partying!!
Wednesday 21/9
Sunbathing all day – I will get a tan this holiday if it kills me (and I feel like I am dying at this point – totally!!!) Manage to stay out in the sun all day after no sleep the night before, I am an empty shell…… We make it to Khumaras for our last sunset – I love this place but bitterly disappointed to see how commercial it seems this year and to top it all, get stuck on a table in the restaurant next to a table of 20 stag’s – not ideal at all! Quickly decide to move and eat elsewhere. A very very sad night as we realise the girls have gone, we are wrecks, its our last night and we fly home at 04.15am the next morning…… Go home to pack and tidy the apartment (the maid has been unable to get in for the full week due to late mornings and illnesses…….). I am sure she will be expecting to find a crack den the next morning – we decide to freak her out and blitz the place from top to bottom with the help of the leftovers from the week…..
Totally knackered on finishing – check out and say goodbye to our home for the past week.
Thursday 22/9
Leave the Promised Land with more of an urge to come back then ever!!!!
High Points
Being with our two friends
Shreck 2
Butterflies
Rolling Stone
Charles
Pocket sized Puff Daddy
Paddy and Pals
Low Points
The weather
The cold
Ibiza Flu
Not meeting Barbie or Gingerfreak
Not getting to Bora Bora
Thanks to: Andy Manston, Jim Maudsley, Billy Riley, Mo and Gilly for the guest lists, Barbie for introductions, Gingerfreak, Barbie and Drew for the text marathons (although not looking forward to seeing my phone bill next month…….)
Leave for Liverpool, lovely drive down after saying goodbye to the dog and the dog/house sitter, pop into the in laws for an hour or so, tell them about our plans for a lovely cultural week, of sightseeing, trying the best restaurants, finding the most beautiful beaches and generally, having a relaxing holiday together! (Not too sure who I was trying to kid here, them or us….)
Arrival at the airport – in a strop within 20 mins of getting there, due to the lack of facilities on offer to a late evening traveller – bloody crap airport – makes Newcastle airport look like LHR!! Three cigarettes between us – no shops open, no cigarette machines in the bars, not even in departures! Day saved by a wonderful lady in duty free who gives us a packet of her L&B ciggies to keep us going after seeing our shocked faces on telling us that actually, there was a good chance that our flight was going to be delayed for 4 hours and not take off until 3.30am
– as it happens they find another plane in Manchester and re-route that plane instead – huuuge sigh of relief!! Arrive 30 mins late in Ibiza at 3.45am – jump a taxi straight to the Sirenis Beach Club Aura in Port des Torrent. I vaguely had an idea of where the complex was but didn’t quite realise just how far it was. On arrival into the complex we were stunned at this level of comfort and facilities this place had to offer – a total bargain at £600 quid (incl. Flights between us). It’s not normally something we would have booked – usually go for the villa option but this far surpassed our expectations – totally beautiful. A 4* holiday complex, for anyone wanting a totally relaxing holiday. On entering the apartment a lovely bottle of ice cold champagne waiting for us (I did tell a little white lie and tell the tour operator on the phone that it was our wedding anniversary and would we have a quiet sea view apartment (the champagne was a bonus!!). Bed for a few hours kip.
Thursday 15/9
Woke up around 12.00pm. Take a walk around the complex – its landscaped gardens are beautiful, not many people staying at this time of year (it’s a family orientated place – hardly any clubbing types – excellent!!) We are the only English people there, we decide to set a benchmark and become the epitome of politeness and sensibility (bearing in mind this is the first day!!)
Were supposed to be doing a double header tonight, Yoshitoshi at Pacha and then off to Cream at Amnesia for a bit of trance on the way home, we have guest lists for 4 of us for both clubs but unfortunately we have to be in clubs by 1.00am for both of these sets to make use of the guestlists – aaargh dilemma!!
We are already on the list for Sanchez at Pacha on Monday, so I am outvoted by the Ibiza virgins were with and Mr PL so the choice is Cream which means that our friends can experience both clubs in the week.. Grrrr – now are left with 4 spare guests and I HATE wasting guests when someone has gone to the trouble of arrange for us. A quick brainstorm and remember Barbie et al are also on the Island – quick text to Barbie and 4 guests for Pacha given away to a good home! – sorted!!! We arrange to meet up with our two Ibiza virgin friends that night at Bar M as I am being forced to go watch the Everton match at Zinema after doing a little bit of pre-clubbing shopping (thanks Barbie for saving the day!!) – Everton lose 5-1 – not the best start to a night of clubbing – still Mr PL pulls himself round, couple of pre-party drinks in M and a taxi off to Amnesia for Mr Van Dyk. Fantastic music, fantastic crowd, didn’t get really full until very late on, and not too much of a Brit element this time round. Best bits of the night, seeing our friends faces when the ice cannon went off, after strategically placing them in a great spot on the dance floor for maximum exposure to said cannon,
and the hobbit sized Puffy Daddy looky-likey in his diamond bling, bare chest, white tux jacket and Versace sunglasses, being blown off his little feet when the cannon hit him at full force and ended with him frantically searching the dance floor for his sunglasses that were completely blown off his face – priceless!!!! Left Amnesia at the end, a quick phone call, a small detour and back to our friend’s apartment at the Costamar for a top up. Lots of silliness ensued but the pups gave up at midday and had to be taken home – Mr PL voted for the water taxi to Port des Torrent – I advised that this would be a very very bad idea indeed and talked him into ordering a taxi from Reception. Back to the hotel for beer in the bar (bad idea – forgot our sunglasses when we went out and the bar staff were obviously not used to seeing clubbers returning with eyes like aliens drinking in the bar at lunchtime in their evening attire – sloped off to the room feeling very very naughty
(and very very giggly) for some serious chilling before hitting the pool.Friday 16/9
Actually fell asleep and didn’t get to the pool until gone 5.00pm for a quick tanning session. Decided we might as well carry on and met up with friends at Kasbah for food and supplies. On meeting up with our friends – they decided they couldn’t face eating so we had a quick drink in Kasbah and ended up in Kanya – much to the amusement of the staff in Kasbah – pissing themselves laughing at our friends lack of co-ordination and ability to focus. I had forgotten what it was like to see Ibiza and clubbing through the eyes of someone totally new to the Island and its treasures –it was fantastic – I felt born again and started to see it all in a new light too!! Finally managed to persuade them that eating is something that does need to be done every few days (they hadn’t eaten since breakfast on Wednesday) otherwise they wouldn’t be able to last the full week……..
Saturday 17/9
Pissing down all day.
All met up at our apartment and decided, that after a few cheekies, marathon games of crazy golf, pool, mini go-karting and air hockey was the way forward. Bungee trampolening was not the best idea after a night and day of indulgence….. Lovely meal that night back at the Beach Club. Early-ish night too!Sunday 18/9Woke up, stepped out of bed and into an inch of water on the bedroom floor – :x :x it had rained so much, and being the first line of apartments from the beach the rain had hit our balcony all night forcing the water through the glass doors – an hour spent slopping out the bedroom. Deliberated all day as to whether we should go over to Space or Bora Bora to meet up with Gingerfreak who has popped over for the weekend to say Hi and to finally meet the Pink One Barbie but to be honest the weather really was off putting off, to top it all, Mr PL can’t get out of bed, he is really really ill with the dreaded Ibiza Flu.
He can’t stand up, hearing has gone, he’s lost his balance and is coughing and sneezing constantly. Hmmmmm not the best idea to be around him me thinks, put him back to bed, feed him drugs (from the chemist) and hot soup and mop his fevered brown. Become bored by this Florence Nightingale malarkey and head off to Mambo for sunset as the cloud cover has shifted and it looks set for a brilliant sunset. Yay!!!! Meet the girls, indulge in some Sangria (yuck) so move on to whiskey. Mr Gooding is playing some lovely chill out tunes, I favourably acknowledge his choice of tracks, he thanks me, nice guy! Mr C and his entourage turn up for a set, and share our table, (actually I think they wanted our table as well as their own reserved table next to ours but the waitress had forgotten to put out two reservado notices – so tough Mr C!!! We let him share our table anyway – we’re nice like that! Mr PL texts me to say his is feeling a tad better – can I do a bit shopping for him – he needs something for his sinusus!! Honestly!
We move on to Kanya again, then off to Kasbah for more drinks and lie down on the beds out back. The girls want to see what the West End is like so I take them on a tour. I chose Plastik and Hush for them both to experience (..they seemed like a safe bet…) Plastik, sort your drinks out! San Migel and Heinken – that it in bottled beers?????? Also don’t like the foldy caravan doors on the toilets……very confusing on trying to get out when both eyes are going in totally different directions. Hush – not too bad – preferable to Plastik IMO. Decide to make an early night of it – and head home at mid-night. Florence Nightingale administers some evil medicine to make Mr PL feel a tad better……… Sleep very late in coming again – so much for the early night.Monday 19/9
Mr PL is still very ill – I think its touch and go myself as to whether he will pull through this illness
– then I realise its football again tonight (Everton and Arsenal – cue lots of derogatory texts from Gooner friends with chants of 5-1 and such like – gits!!! Don’t they realise football is ruining my holiday here!!!) I come back from my sunbathing session (at this point I believe I am whiter than when I actually landed on the Island, lo and behold, Mr PL has made a miraculous recover, so much so I wonder if the Lord Jesus himself has popped into the Sirenis Beach Club to lay hands on him – what a brave puppy!!!Less said about football the better at this point.
Meet the girls in Bar M again, few naughties and several drinks (I demand to be taken to the club at this point because I have never been so cold in Ibiza ever!!! I cant remember it being this cold last September – they argue that its not worth going to the club before 1.00am, I know this but still argue that its better than freezing our asses off sitting in an outside bar!! I win the argument!!!! Ok not the best argument to win
– Pacha isn’t open and we are forced to wait outside for 20 mins until they let us in!!!!! Whoops. Takes a while for the club to get going (No shit Sherlock!!) Mr PL has had a relapse and needs to collapse on the seats upstairs….. I suspect that is down to the fact that because of his allover numbness and lethargy ‘cos of the Ibiza Flu, he decides to do a double drop as he thinks it will take ages for anything to work on him – not true – he doesn’t know which way is up for at least 2 hours!! Mr Sanchez plays a blinding set, we make lots or new friends including a lad from my home town (2 streets away !) a stripper, who is the double of Paddy from “Max and Paddy” – cue lots of jibes about Willy Wanker and the Chocolate Factory….. The girls adore Pacha, and at this point in the holiday are fit to burst with euphoria and plans for their future two holidays a year for the rest of their clubbing days to Ibiza……. Its so damned infectious being with them, everytime they have an “Ibiza moment” I have a double “Ibiza moment” – I felt like a proud mother watching her kids riding their bicycles for the first time without their stabilizers…….. 8) 8) 8) We leave Pacha at 6.00am as Mr PL is having a relapse and needs some help relieving the pressure in is nasal cavities…. Back to the apartment for us – the girls pal up with Paddy and his pals and off to Costamar for Special K breakfast and adventures…..
Tuesday 20/9
Sunbathing all day for me – Mr PL and the girls deign to surface around 4.00pm – I feel surprisingly good and make everyone meet up for sunset at Mambo – Bad idea…. Mr PL is coming round a bit (antibiotics from the local quack have helped a lot, but the girls are beyond help at this point, sitting in Mambo on the comfy chairs behind the DJ curled up on a sofa with their coats on). Mr Gooding thinks it’s the funniest sight of the day judging by his laughter at this point…….. Mr PL decides, we need to take them back to their apartment for sleep as they are flying at 9.00am in the morning. We decided to do one last shop for our last two nights on the Island (via the KFC for food which no one, including me (after all my lecturing) seems to have thought about for the past 2 days!! Back to the apartment, oh dear I have started to feel very ill, no balance, dodgy hearing, swollen nasal passages, it’s the dreaded Ibiza Flu……… bah!!!!
BUT I accept my punishment for partying!! Wednesday 21/9
Sunbathing all day – I will get a tan this holiday if it kills me (and I feel like I am dying at this point – totally!!!) Manage to stay out in the sun all day after no sleep the night before, I am an empty shell…… We make it to Khumaras for our last sunset – I love this place but bitterly disappointed to see how commercial it seems this year and to top it all, get stuck on a table in the restaurant next to a table of 20 stag’s – not ideal at all! Quickly decide to move and eat elsewhere. A very very sad night as we realise the girls have gone, we are wrecks, its our last night and we fly home at 04.15am the next morning…… Go home to pack and tidy the apartment (the maid has been unable to get in for the full week due to late mornings and illnesses…….). I am sure she will be expecting to find a crack den the next morning – we decide to freak her out and blitz the place from top to bottom with the help of the leftovers from the week…..
Totally knackered on finishing – check out and say goodbye to our home for the past week.
Thursday 22/9
Leave the Promised Land with more of an urge to come back then ever!!!!
High Points
Being with our two friends
Shreck 2
Butterflies
Rolling Stone
Charles
Pocket sized Puff Daddy
Paddy and Pals
Low Points
The weather
The cold
Ibiza Flu
Not meeting Barbie or Gingerfreak
Not getting to Bora Bora
Thanks to: Andy Manston, Jim Maudsley, Billy Riley, Mo and Gilly for the guest lists, Barbie for introductions, Gingerfreak, Barbie and Drew for the text marathons (although not looking forward to seeing my phone bill next month…….)
