Aaah Ibiza…
Familiarity is a great thing where this island is concerned…the fresh scent of pines that hits you as soon as you step off the plane, the first drive to Figueretas at twilight, the first glimpse of Space…*sigh*
I figured it would be rude not to pop over for a quick reccie just to check everything’s still business as usual for the closing season.
Friday night – arrived at Lux Mar, put some glad rags on and hot footed it over to San Rafel for a 4am session at Underground. An ace party, perfect venue and very Spanish crowd. 8)8)8) It’s like a nicer version of Coco-Loco with a very trendy-Wendy music policy. It was lovely to see this place in full swing, especially away from the madding crowd at Privilege/Manumission opening.
Saturday – Headed for a very quiet Bora Bora
...historically one of my absolute fave spots, this was always going to be a big gaping hole in the 2007 season. :x The ‘replacement’ Delanos (sp?) is nice enough but a bit white and Miami looking for me. No sign of any action here but we got some sunbeds and camped down nonetheless …talked b*llocks, got the first burn out of the way along with the first of several jugs of cheap D’en Bossa pseudo-Sangria before heading off drunk, sandy and disorderly. 
On the way back, some distant beats drew us in to the Tahiti bar which had been providing temporary cover for Bora Bora all along. It was far too exciting and we came close to abandoning our restaurant booking in favour of getting munted (!).
Evening cabaret was provided by the blokey who dropped his beer, got carried away with his delusions of grandeur and decided he was Jesus. Security were soon all over the situation to inform him that jumping up and down on thick glass probably isn’t the most sensible activity in the world.
Jesus struggled to resist while blood pi$$ed out of his feet like water. We watched him get dragged away minus any dignity but soon forgot as the next plane flew overhead and the cheering resumed.
Saturday pm - Sa Capella 8) – a restaurant set in a converted 16th century church which has now taken up pole position as my fave restaurant in Ibiza (…or the world?). I’ve never tasted a succulent tuna steak quite like this one. Not quite as trendy as KM5 but a much more impressive menu providing better value for money and a perfect ambiance.
…and our modest booking for four had expanded to nigh on ten which is why I love coming here in June. 8)
Sunday – Woke up feeling rank so made a pathetic effort to get showered and changed for the main event. However, soon got carried away with my nu-rave costume theme and cured my ailments through the natural healing powers of accessorising.
Onto Passion for a veggie fry up/smoothie…the only way to begin a marathon Sunday session. Here we ran into none other than Sil and Pep – great to catch up both and hope to collide again soon! xxx
(Sil gave me a book that was free with El Pais which provided a ridiculous amount of entertainment for the next 22 hours.)
We Love Sundays opening => We reported for duties at Space at around 15h00…by now the atmosphere was at fever pitch and the outside terrace was doing somersaults (SO much better than last year’s pi$$ poor cheese fest). It was also a fantastic trashbag crowd as always for the opening 8)8)8)…Loads of Ibiza regulars, fake tits, pumped up lips and ridiculously disgusting sunglasses mixed in with the usual Brit contingent. Just about everyone from last year was in attendance too so big hellos to all!
Jonathan Ulysses was on brilliant form 8) - perfect terrace music from start to finish. He cranked the place up a level by standing on the DJ box massacring everyone with his machine gun and grenades (and my goodness who was his fit sidekick?!?!? )…Oscar Cano was up next (I think?) who took it down a level playing some really deep tracks complimenting the afternoon sunshine perfectly. 8)
Niceness all round and the perfect homage to previous years on the world’s best terrace.
Walking into the main terraza was a nice gear change…What a sound system! The bass pulls punches with no foldback whatsoever and every hi-hat/acid splurge/bleepy noise is pin-droppingly crystal clear (even the most boring of minimal sets sound amazing in here )…the air conditioning in the glass box is really refreshing too and when the place fills up and starts to explode it goes off ten times better than the sunset terrace. The raised area is also a great vista for surveying the smiley, sweaty madness in all its glory.
The next few hours are a complete blur but I do recall someone playing Justice vs Simian’s ‘We are your friends’ (an oldie but a goodie), nearly bringing the entire building crumbling to the floor with ‘that’ bassline which frankly was made for Space. I thought I was going to die right there on the spot and almost shed a tear. ?) Moments like this are what bring me pinging back to the island on an invisible bunjee year upon year. There just isn’t anywhere like it. Fact. OMGOMGOMGOMG. Dkjhbgkjdhfbgjdf. (copy/paste emotional outburst from previous five reviews )
The much anticipated DJ Hell put on an average performance but tbh be were far too distracted by the ice cannon. The plan of attack was to carefully position Amanda directly underneath and await the consequences. Unfortunately, when the devastation of hurricane Amanda hit, panic ensued and both her and Jamie had their sunglasses blown clean off and buried underneath all the rubble . A second typhoon hit soon afterwards for which none of us were prepared . All I could see was the odd flailing limb emanating from the centre and in my desperation shouted, “SHE’S IN THE MIDDLE, SOMEONE GET HER OUT!” I realise this all sounds a tad dramatic – but actually it was .
…and what can we say about Sil’s present? Such a good read when you’re munted on a darkened dancefloor. Who knew Space could be such an appropriate place to start a book club?
Oh and check out the new room – El Salon?!?! It’s a great new space…Jon Sa Trinxa is playing the WLS closing in there so must catch him as a matter of great importance. 8)
Space = still the world’s best club. 8)
Monday - No DC-10 carry on! What to dooo?
I opted for some solitary time on the sand with the gayers at Es Cavallet and later on with the posers at Sa Trinxa 8)… a lovely way to waste away with a book until reconvening with friends for a meal at Sa Punta (nr Talamanca). Here I filled my face with a beautiful seabass overlooking the bay. Another cracking restaurant, pricey but well worth the money…tonight, our party of ten was complimented by Rich, Matt and soon-to-be holiday sidekick Alex. He was sporting a Berlin vest which was enough information for me to start filling in the adoption paperwork.
Cocoon opening => Amnesia being closed was a huge disappointment for many but I saw it as a welcome opportunity to catch Privilege in full swing without the Manumission induced tat.
…and what a spectacle, walking into the world’s biggest club at 3am packed to the rafters with Techno mentalists was a spine tingler to say the least. The only way to cope with the eeek-ness was to seek refuge a nearby stand clearly marked ‘laughing gas’ and hyper ventilate till we passed out.
No expense had been spared on the Cocoon freakshow production, from the sexy (and rather bizarre) themed dancers, gigantic spinning balls and psychadelic video screens. Surprisingly the sound was good too, I guess the people absorb the bass when the club is full to capacity thus reducing the echoes usually associated with the Privilege system.
Villalobos floated around the Coco Loco bar shot to pieces and twiddling with his mixer sporting Garfield eyes and an inane half-smirk. The man is extremely loveable but camper than Christmas! (aptly described by Jamie as the Larry Grayson of Techno).
Sven commandeered the vast aircraft hanger/main room in a box suspended above the swimming pool. He looked a tad wired so his walks along the plank were a bit precarious. Anyone know if he fell/dived in at any point?
The music got a bit monotonous towards the end but all was forgiven when he dropped Knights of the Jaguar 8) – a track that is completely synonymous with all my fave Ibizan experiences since 99.
Afterwards, we decamped to Cala Bassa for the after party which would’ve been the best part of the holiday due to the idyllic setting and convoys of arrivals but sadly it was brought to an abrupt halt by the fun-ruining island officials. Still, it attracted a nice crowd who all stuck around chilling in all the surrounding bars where the madness continued.
…and who knew a Chinese dictionary and phrase book could be so useful in these situations?
By the time we got back to the apartments we were all pretty rancid but let’s face it, behind sunnies you’re completely invisible to onlookers! I’m not entirely sure inviting uncle Kenneth for a quick dip in the pool was a very good idea however (actually au contrere, in retrospect it was a BRILLIANT idea! ). By this stage I was so horsey I couldn’t even pull off an old lady version of breaststroke…oh my word, then the diners started to arrive. I think they left fairly shortly afterwards due to the horror show that was unfolding.
It was definitely time to relocate to the room and hope that some rum would bring some clarity to the situation. I’m not sure if it was a trick of the light but I was seeing four of everything by this point. Bailing was the only option because I was fit for nothing and no one.
*12 hour sleep later* ZZZZZZZZ (is this illegal in Ibiza?)
…DID ANYONE NOTICE THE SCARY NUMBER OF JELLYFISH ON SALINAS THIS YEAR??? I’ve never seen anything like it – fook swimming off Sa Trinxa in 2007. Advice => cut across directly behind Sa Trinxa and head for Es Cavallet the other side of the fork, past the watch tower. Much safer…just mind the gays.
That evening we drove to KM5 for a last supper with the girls (who were bravely jetting off to Glastonbury the following day…I’m both jealous and disgusted by this). KM5 is the best place to sip posh cocktails and soak up a bit of night time atmosphere. Mine was a red sunset but Nick went for maximum damage with an Es Vedra (practically 95% alcohol). I love the al fresco design of KM5, esp the Moroccan themed dining areas.
Sin Plomo provided the perfect sonic backdrop to a perfectly cooked Brasse while we talked over the events of the past week – by now, all completely fluent in Chinese.
Exit girls.
The following day we cadged a lift to the north of the island with John and Irina to catch some sun on Benhirras. A few jugs of sangria and a dribble later and we were joined by the rest of the gang. The perfect moment to charter a pedalo around the cliffs, a beautiful moment soon destroyed by uncle Kenneth. It’s a wonder we ever made it back to the shore!
Sundown in Ibiza is always lovely, esp on Benhirras when it drops directly between the cliff faces. Perfect timing for the summer solstice. 8)8)8)
Monza opening => whilst not as spectacular as the whole WLS package, this was by far the coolest night of the holiday. 8)
Privilege was decked out with huge drapes covering the ceiling with massive projections following the Monza racing car theme. These sectioned off a few areas of the club reducing the capacity to a more comfortable size. The sexy podium trash carrying chequered Monza flags were also a nice touch.
The sound wasn’t great at first but got better as the night progressed. The crowd was brilliant, esp when the morning sunshine blazed through the glass roof of Coco Loco. Gazing at the distant view of Ibiza town and the fort that morning was enough to make us all bleary eyed.
Nick dragged me back to the main room for Magda which was quite possibly the set of the holiday (some lovely techno with some nice ’92 house tracks thrown in) but the Frankfurt duo M.A.N.D.Y had the entire back room eating out of the palm of their hands till closing.
By this point, we were swinging from the trees (literally), a few of us couldn’t speak and Alex and I were carrying on like three year olds. An emotional evening for all that was ripe for even more death & destruction at the Nude carry on…so there was only one thing for it – even if we could barely walk.
Nude was in the basement of a hotel in Talamanca. I loved the venue but it wasn’t ideal for a daytime Ibiza shindig. All the curtains were pulled and it was pitch dark to allow for the fancy projections. Most of the gang left early but Jo Mills was playing the most disgusting set ever to a very cool crowd – reminiscent of the DC-10 of old 8). It felt wrong to exit at this point so I got back on it for a few more hours. It was nice to meet Nude promoter Terry & Smokin Jo *swoon* but it’s a shame the circumstances couldn’t have been nicer.
I’ll spare the finite details but someone in our group was taken in for questioning after buying a little something for the road.
The friend was fine and the police treated him with a lot of courtesy but they had clearly turned up at this party to make an example of a petty dealer (although arguably not even a petty one in this case).
The "dealer" in question (who was carrying next to nothing) has been fined 4,000 euros and may face jail. The poor girl has no money and was living out of a car boot and trying to establish herself on the island.
No surprises that this plain clothes activity wasn't happening in the major clubs where they will always turn a blind eye.
There are posters all over the island saying the police are urgently recruiting 5000 new members. I've certainly never seen anything like this before and it's scary - this could've been any of you lot because of the small amount that was being carried.
Sooo - have fun but PLEASE for God's sake follow these simple rules when out and about:
1. NEVER buy anything in a club.
2. DON'T carry loads on you.
3. DON'T have stuff in your pockets in taxis or cars en route to clubs as police may carry out a random search.
4. If you need to do something naughty, ALWAYS do this in a toilet cubicle and not on the dance floor.
You're being watched from all angles.
AAAAARGH I had such a wicked time! (again) Getting slightly worried that I may never see another part of the world again. Yes I’m going back in September but somehow this still doesn’t seem enough.
Track of the summer => Junior Boys – Like a child (Carl Craig mix) Simple, with a breakdown that goes on forever but beautiful lyrics that are perfect for that fuzzy 6am feeling. 8)
I’ve made some lovely friendships this year (some hopefully long term ones) so thanks for the best week ever (again)…and till next time. *sob*
Head count = approx 30.
Nick, Jamie, Lorna, Michelle, Amanda, Amy, Alex, Rich, Matt, Simona, John, Irina (both excellent beach companions – big kiss for Irina), Maia, Erica, Hannah, Tom, Sarah (Congrats on getting hitched! The pics look lovely. x), John, Bec, Gollum, Rob, Erin, Dan, Karen, Ben (Dave), Ant, Stephen, Alex (G), Ferd (& Barry?!?!), Robo & Missus (lovely girl, always so nice to me but please remind me of her name!), Nostrum (Stivi)…sorry if I’ve not name checked everyone, please come and shout at me if I’m in trouble.
Please post photos when you can!
A few of mine are up at:
http://homepage.mac.com/robder/PhotoAlbum10.html
More to come when I get my arse in gear.
Oh and I’ve failed to mention that the Hed Kandi/Monarch crew managed to lose my luggage on the return flight…still no trace as yet!
This makes a total of four baggage losses in our group alone – all with different airlines! Madness!
Apologies for the never ending review but I’ve been in my pit since returning watching Glasto under the duvet. What else to do?
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Familiarity is a great thing where this island is concerned…the fresh scent of pines that hits you as soon as you step off the plane, the first drive to Figueretas at twilight, the first glimpse of Space…*sigh*
I figured it would be rude not to pop over for a quick reccie just to check everything’s still business as usual for the closing season.
Friday night – arrived at Lux Mar, put some glad rags on and hot footed it over to San Rafel for a 4am session at Underground. An ace party, perfect venue and very Spanish crowd. 8)8)8) It’s like a nicer version of Coco-Loco with a very trendy-Wendy music policy. It was lovely to see this place in full swing, especially away from the madding crowd at Privilege/Manumission opening.
Saturday – Headed for a very quiet Bora Bora
...historically one of my absolute fave spots, this was always going to be a big gaping hole in the 2007 season. :x The ‘replacement’ Delanos (sp?) is nice enough but a bit white and Miami looking for me. No sign of any action here but we got some sunbeds and camped down nonetheless …talked b*llocks, got the first burn out of the way along with the first of several jugs of cheap D’en Bossa pseudo-Sangria before heading off drunk, sandy and disorderly. On the way back, some distant beats drew us in to the Tahiti bar which had been providing temporary cover for Bora Bora all along.
It was far too exciting and we came close to abandoning our restaurant booking in favour of getting munted (!). Evening cabaret was provided by the blokey who dropped his beer, got carried away with his delusions of grandeur and decided he was Jesus.
Security were soon all over the situation to inform him that jumping up and down on thick glass probably isn’t the most sensible activity in the world. Jesus struggled to resist while blood pi$$ed out of his feet like water. We watched him get dragged away minus any dignity but soon forgot as the next plane flew overhead and the cheering resumed.
Saturday pm - Sa Capella 8) – a restaurant set in a converted 16th century church which has now taken up pole position as my fave restaurant in Ibiza (…or the world?). I’ve never tasted a succulent tuna steak quite like this one. Not quite as trendy as KM5 but a much more impressive menu providing better value for money and a perfect ambiance.
…and our modest booking for four had expanded to nigh on ten which is why I love coming here in June. 8)
Sunday – Woke up feeling rank so made a pathetic effort to get showered and changed for the main event. However, soon got carried away with my nu-rave costume theme and cured my ailments through the natural healing powers of accessorising.
Onto Passion for a veggie fry up/smoothie…the only way to begin a marathon Sunday session. Here we ran into none other than Sil and Pep – great to catch up both and hope to collide again soon! xxx
(Sil gave me a book that was free with El Pais which provided a ridiculous amount of entertainment for the next 22 hours.)
We Love Sundays opening => We reported for duties at Space at around 15h00…by now the atmosphere was at fever pitch and the outside terrace was doing somersaults
(SO much better than last year’s pi$$ poor cheese fest). It was also a fantastic trashbag crowd as always for the opening 8)8)8)…Loads of Ibiza regulars, fake tits, pumped up lips and ridiculously disgusting sunglasses mixed in with the usual Brit contingent. Just about everyone from last year was in attendance too so big hellos to all! Jonathan Ulysses was on brilliant form 8) - perfect terrace music from start to finish. He cranked the place up a level by standing on the DJ box massacring everyone with his machine gun and grenades
(and my goodness who was his fit sidekick?!?!? )…Oscar Cano was up next (I think?) who took it down a level playing some really deep tracks complimenting the afternoon sunshine perfectly. 8)Niceness all round and the perfect homage to previous years on the world’s best terrace.
Walking into the main terraza was a nice gear change…What a sound system!
The bass pulls punches with no foldback whatsoever and every hi-hat/acid splurge/bleepy noise is pin-droppingly crystal clear (even the most boring of minimal sets sound amazing in here )…the air conditioning in the glass box is really refreshing too and when the place fills up and starts to explode it goes off ten times better than the sunset terrace. The raised area is also a great vista for surveying the smiley, sweaty madness in all its glory.The next few hours are a complete blur but I do recall someone playing Justice vs Simian’s ‘We are your friends’ (an oldie but a goodie), nearly bringing the entire building crumbling to the floor with ‘that’ bassline which frankly was made for Space.
I thought I was going to die right there on the spot and almost shed a tear. ?) Moments like this are what bring me pinging back to the island on an invisible bunjee year upon year. There just isn’t anywhere like it. Fact. OMGOMGOMGOMG. Dkjhbgkjdhfbgjdf. (copy/paste emotional outburst from previous five reviews )The much anticipated DJ Hell put on an average performance but tbh be were far too distracted by the ice cannon
. The plan of attack was to carefully position Amanda directly underneath and await the consequences. Unfortunately, when the devastation of hurricane Amanda hit, panic ensued and both her and Jamie had their sunglasses blown clean off and buried underneath all the rubble . A second typhoon hit soon afterwards for which none of us were prepared . All I could see was the odd flailing limb emanating from the centre and in my desperation shouted, “SHE’S IN THE MIDDLE, SOMEONE GET HER OUT!” I realise this all sounds a tad dramatic – but actually it was . …and what can we say about Sil’s present? Such a good read when you’re munted on a darkened dancefloor. Who knew Space could be such an appropriate place to start a book club?
Oh and check out the new room – El Salon?!?! It’s a great new space…Jon Sa Trinxa is playing the WLS closing in there so must catch him as a matter of great importance. 8)
Space = still the world’s best club. 8)
Monday - No DC-10 carry on!
What to dooo? I opted for some solitary time on the sand with the gayers at Es Cavallet and later on with the posers at Sa Trinxa 8)… a lovely way to waste away with a book until reconvening with friends for a meal at Sa Punta (nr Talamanca). Here I filled my face with a beautiful seabass overlooking the bay. Another cracking restaurant, pricey but well worth the money…tonight, our party of ten was complimented by Rich, Matt and soon-to-be holiday sidekick Alex. He was sporting a Berlin vest which was enough information for me to start filling in the adoption paperwork.
Cocoon opening => Amnesia being closed was a huge disappointment for many but I saw it as a welcome opportunity to catch Privilege in full swing without the Manumission induced tat.
…and what a spectacle, walking into the world’s biggest club at 3am packed to the rafters with Techno mentalists was a spine tingler to say the least
. The only way to cope with the eeek-ness was to seek refuge a nearby stand clearly marked ‘laughing gas’ and hyper ventilate till we passed out. No expense had been spared on the Cocoon freakshow production, from the sexy (and rather bizarre) themed dancers, gigantic spinning balls and psychadelic video screens. Surprisingly the sound was good too, I guess the people absorb the bass when the club is full to capacity thus reducing the echoes usually associated with the Privilege system.
Villalobos floated around the Coco Loco bar shot to pieces and twiddling with his mixer sporting Garfield eyes and an inane half-smirk. The man is extremely loveable but camper than Christmas! (aptly described by Jamie as the Larry Grayson of Techno
). Sven commandeered the vast aircraft hanger/main room in a box suspended above the swimming pool. He looked a tad wired so his walks along the plank were a bit precarious. Anyone know if he fell/dived in at any point?
The music got a bit monotonous towards the end but all was forgiven when he dropped Knights of the Jaguar 8)
– a track that is completely synonymous with all my fave Ibizan experiences since 99. Afterwards, we decamped to Cala Bassa for the after party which would’ve been the best part of the holiday due to the idyllic setting and convoys of arrivals but sadly it was brought to an abrupt halt by the fun-ruining island officials.
Still, it attracted a nice crowd who all stuck around chilling in all the surrounding bars where the madness continued.…and who knew a Chinese dictionary and phrase book could be so useful in these situations?
By the time we got back to the apartments we were all pretty rancid
but let’s face it, behind sunnies you’re completely invisible to onlookers! I’m not entirely sure inviting uncle Kenneth for a quick dip in the pool was a very good idea however (actually au contrere, in retrospect it was a BRILLIANT idea! ). By this stage I was so horsey I couldn’t even pull off an old lady version of breaststroke…oh my word, then the diners started to arrive. I think they left fairly shortly afterwards due to the horror show that was unfolding. It was definitely time to relocate to the room and hope that some rum would bring some clarity to the situation.
I’m not sure if it was a trick of the light but I was seeing four of everything by this point. Bailing was the only option because I was fit for nothing and no one.*12 hour sleep later* ZZZZZZZZ (is this illegal in Ibiza?)
…DID ANYONE NOTICE THE SCARY NUMBER OF JELLYFISH ON SALINAS THIS YEAR??? I’ve never seen anything like it – fook swimming off Sa Trinxa in 2007. Advice => cut across directly behind Sa Trinxa and head for Es Cavallet the other side of the fork, past the watch tower. Much safer…just mind the gays.
That evening we drove to KM5 for a last supper with the girls (who were bravely jetting off to Glastonbury the following day
…I’m both jealous and disgusted by this). KM5 is the best place to sip posh cocktails and soak up a bit of night time atmosphere. Mine was a red sunset but Nick went for maximum damage with an Es Vedra (practically 95% alcohol). I love the al fresco design of KM5, esp the Moroccan themed dining areas. Sin Plomo provided the perfect sonic backdrop to a perfectly cooked Brasse while we talked over the events of the past week – by now, all completely fluent in Chinese.
Exit girls.
The following day we cadged a lift to the north of the island with John and Irina to catch some sun on Benhirras. A few jugs of sangria and a dribble later and we were joined by the rest of the gang. The perfect moment to charter a pedalo around the cliffs, a beautiful moment soon destroyed by uncle Kenneth. It’s a wonder we ever made it back to the shore!
Sundown in Ibiza is always lovely, esp on Benhirras when it drops directly between the cliff faces. Perfect timing for the summer solstice. 8)8)8)
Monza opening => whilst not as spectacular as the whole WLS package, this was by far the coolest night of the holiday. 8)
Privilege was decked out with huge drapes covering the ceiling with massive projections following the Monza racing car theme. These sectioned off a few areas of the club reducing the capacity to a more comfortable size. The sexy podium trash carrying chequered Monza flags were also a nice touch.
The sound wasn’t great at first but got better as the night progressed. The crowd was brilliant, esp when the morning sunshine blazed through the glass roof of Coco Loco. Gazing at the distant view of Ibiza town and the fort that morning was enough to make us all bleary eyed.
Nick dragged me back to the main room for Magda which was quite possibly the set of the holiday
(some lovely techno with some nice ’92 house tracks thrown in) but the Frankfurt duo M.A.N.D.Y had the entire back room eating out of the palm of their hands till closing.By this point, we were swinging from the trees (literally
), a few of us couldn’t speak and Alex and I were carrying on like three year olds. An emotional evening for all that was ripe for even more death & destruction at the Nude carry on…so there was only one thing for it – even if we could barely walk. Nude was in the basement of a hotel in Talamanca. I loved the venue but it wasn’t ideal for a daytime Ibiza shindig. All the curtains were pulled and it was pitch dark to allow for the fancy projections. Most of the gang left early but Jo Mills was playing the most disgusting set ever to a very cool crowd – reminiscent of the DC-10 of old 8). It felt wrong to exit at this point so I got back on it for a few more hours. It was nice to meet Nude promoter Terry & Smokin Jo *swoon* but it’s a shame the circumstances couldn’t have been nicer.
I’ll spare the finite details but someone in our group was taken in for questioning after buying a little something for the road.
The friend was fine and the police treated him with a lot of courtesy but they had clearly turned up at this party to make an example of a petty dealer (although arguably not even a petty one in this case).
The "dealer" in question (who was carrying next to nothing) has been fined 4,000 euros and may face jail. The poor girl has no money and was living out of a car boot and trying to establish herself on the island.
No surprises that this plain clothes activity wasn't happening in the major clubs where they will always turn a blind eye.
There are posters all over the island saying the police are urgently recruiting 5000 new members. I've certainly never seen anything like this before and it's scary - this could've been any of you lot because of the small amount that was being carried.
Sooo - have fun but PLEASE for God's sake follow these simple rules when out and about:
1. NEVER buy anything in a club.
2. DON'T carry loads on you.
3. DON'T have stuff in your pockets in taxis or cars en route to clubs as police may carry out a random search.
4. If you need to do something naughty, ALWAYS do this in a toilet cubicle and not on the dance floor.
You're being watched from all angles.
AAAAARGH I had such a wicked time! (again)
Getting slightly worried that I may never see another part of the world again. Yes I’m going back in September but somehow this still doesn’t seem enough. Track of the summer => Junior Boys – Like a child (Carl Craig mix) Simple, with a breakdown that goes on forever but beautiful lyrics that are perfect for that fuzzy 6am feeling. 8)
I’ve made some lovely friendships this year (some hopefully long term ones) so thanks for the best week ever (again)…and till next time. *sob*
Head count = approx 30.
Nick, Jamie, Lorna, Michelle, Amanda, Amy, Alex, Rich, Matt, Simona, John, Irina (both excellent beach companions – big kiss for Irina), Maia, Erica, Hannah, Tom, Sarah (Congrats on getting hitched! The pics look lovely. x), John, Bec, Gollum, Rob, Erin, Dan, Karen, Ben (Dave), Ant, Stephen, Alex (G), Ferd (& Barry?!?!), Robo & Missus (lovely girl, always so nice to me but please remind me of her name!), Nostrum (Stivi)…sorry if I’ve not name checked everyone, please come and shout at me if I’m in trouble.
Please post photos when you can!
A few of mine are up at:
http://homepage.mac.com/robder/PhotoAlbum10.html
More to come when I get my arse in gear.
Oh and I’ve failed to mention that the Hed Kandi/Monarch crew managed to lose my luggage on the return flight…still no trace as yet!
This makes a total of four baggage losses in our group alone – all with different airlines! Madness!
Apologies for the never ending review but I’ve been in my pit since returning watching Glasto under the duvet. What else to do?
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