70+, I feel youngThe Mambos Boat Sunset
Although I was growing closer every day to the rest of the girls in the apartment block, things with Ellie were only getting worse and I can honestly say were ruining my summer. It was like a constant weight around neck and the only thing keeping me sane was spending as little time as possible in the apartment, and an ever increasing time with Chris at his work. I probably single handily kept that bar in daytime business over the summer, but I didn't mind. We always had a great laugh, and had a wide variety of characters that would pop in for a swift half every few days. One such day I had spent a rather enjoyable afternoon with Chris but decided I should pop home to get shower and maybe sneak in a nap before work. Weirdly even with all the problems with Ellie, that night I had agreed to help her out at work. I'd love to say it was me being helpful and kind, but it wasn't. I wanted to keep an eye on her working to make sure she actually went to work and would finally start paying me some of the money back that she owed me. Rent day was fast approaching again, and as it stood if she gave me all my money back I would be able to afford rent, if she didn't, I most definitely would be finding myself out on the street! I also still hadn’t heard back from Alex, and as I’d first met him in a bar in the West End, I hoped there was a possibility I might just bump into him again there.
When I arrived back that evening I found Amy on her balcony two doors over and she shouted for me to come round for a drink. She seemed in a really excited mood and when I asked why she explained that she was about to go on a boat ride with this old gentleman (he was about 70+!) she had met at work who was spending the summer out here on his boat. She said it would be great if I came along so I quickly got ready and we ran down to the harbour to meet him. Clive met us near his little speed boat with chips and pizza and promised us copious amounts of rum when we got on board the main boat! A short trip later and we pulled up to what is the most beautiful boat I have ever seen! I think the best description I can give is a romantic pirate ship, beautiful red sales and lots of lovingly cared for dark wood. When we go on board he gave us a tour of the two cabins and beautiful decks before pouring us a rather strong rum cocktail. As I sat eating, drinking and enjoying the sun and company I thought about what a perfect day this had been, and how only in Ibiza can such wondrous spontaneous adventures can occur.
Amy had work a short time late so Clive jumped into the little speed boat to drop her off around the bay, unfortunately he couldn't get it to start - be this the amount of rum we drank or a technical fault we couldn't quite figure out, but he shouted across to one of his friends sailing past and they did the courteous thing and dropped her off instead.
It was now getting towards sunset and Clive suggested we sail over to Mambos to watch it from this prime position. I jumped at the chance, especially when he then allowed me to do the sailing. Seeing the sunset from out in front of mambos, in the gentle tide was absolutely perfect and really ended the evening on a high. After sailing back to his normal spot I'm not really sure what happened next. All I remember is half hobbling home through the centre of San An (I drunkenly left my shoes on board), and waking up the next day to a horrified Amy above my bed. Clive had awoken with a stinking hangover to find my shoes on deck, he too didn't remember getting me back to shore and worried I had drunkenly fallen overboard D
Oh and Ellie never did do any work that night after I left either!
Part of the reason I held off on putting this out there. But I think after this long it's going to be hard to link it to my real identity, or what I do for a living now. And also any of the others in the story.I wonder if Ellie ever reads this