Ok, so here it is. Apologies for the delay! Been back a week yesterday (the first 4 days were spent recovering). To set the scene this was my cousin's stag-do. Originally I hadn't planned on going as I knew I'd have only just returned home from travelling. However, one of the group dropped-out so there was a spare bed going. And the lure of the island - you know how it is - I just couldn't pass up on the opportunity! So managed to flight similar flights a week before for just over £150, so I snapped them up. Wasn't expecting much compared to my usual visits, but Ibiza is Ibiza, regardless of what you get up to. Here's how it went down:
Thursday 09/06/16 - 04:00 am BST
Early start. Stayed at my brother's the night before, and both walked 5mins around the corner to meet the rest of the party before jumping in 2 minibuses which took us to Stansted. 14 of us in total. Knew a few of the lads by face, but hadn't really had more than a passing convo with most of them. We were staying at Ibiza Rocks. I would be staying in a room with my bro, and other cousin - the stag's brother, which suited me fine. Journey to Stansted was plain sailing, and we breezed through security. Had plenty of time to spare, and got practically the whole of upstairs of Wetherspoons to ourselves. Most of the lads ate, my liquid breakfast for me. Flight itself was without incident. Lots of "banter" which set the tone.
Once through security at the other end we piled into a dusty coach with a door which didn't open properly, and didn't drive much better! €10 each for the privilege! Would've been more cost effective to queue and get taxis, but hey ho. When we arrived at Ibiza Rock we began the arduous task of all getting checked-in, which seemed to take forever. Me, my bro & cousin got allocated a room on the 4th floor, directly behind the stage.
Soon we have congregated by the pool and were getting the beers in. At one point I think at least 90% were in the pool. Alas, it'd be my only time I went into the water for the next 5 days. I fell asleep in the sun. I had used precautions, but I woke to find one of the lads had placed a chair strategically over my head to shield me from the sun. One of the other of our group hadn't fared quite so well.
There was a brief discussion about plans for the evening. I had already come to terms with the fact that we were unlikely to be spending much of our time clubbing, so was pleased when my cousin said tonight would be the night "gotta hit it hard on the first night, ain't ya"
Would've rather been going to Music On, naturally, and Cream holds very little appeal for me. But it was the stag's choice, and I was in. Arranged to have some supplies delivered, then had a disco nap. We bought our tickets from reception, and had pre-drinks by the pool area. About 11pm we took a stroll to Ibiza Rocks bay and stayed until about 1am. By this point it had become clear that most of the group had flaked. We knew a couple of the guys we're already at Amnesia, but everybody else had apparently peaked too early, or opted for an early night.
We caught a taxi to Amnesia, and were inside by 2am. DJ Fresh was on in the terrace, with an hour left of his set. The first thing which struck me: emptiest I've ever seen Amnesia. Plenty of space, even on the dancefloor. No bottle-neck between rooms, and getting served was a breeze. Fresh played a pretty eclectic, accessible set. I recall Pendulum 'Tarantula' and Dead Prez 'Hip-Hop' plus his chart hits. Pretty standard stuff.
We'd only been there half an hour when the alcohol consumption caught-up with my cousin. We spoke to security and they allowed my bro to leave briefly to pack him safely into a cab then allow him back inside. Fatboy Slim came on at 3am. In terms of numbers this was the peak of the night. Still plenty of room, mind.
Norman did what he does. I enjoyed myself, but, again, you could predict the playlist. The pills we had acquired were particularly strong, however. This undeniably added to my appreciation of the night. The 3am peak was short-lived, and as early as 3:30 the terrace was visibly emptying out. Got chatting to a friendly Glaswegian fella in the smoking area. We mainly chatted about the Euros. Typically chatting shit. Was a good craic.
DJ SKT - who I'm not too familiar with - closed the terrace. By this point it was very quiet. We stayed until the end. SKT was alright. He seemed to repeat a few tracks, bizarrely. I had other friends who weren't apart of our stag group, who I knew were only over the road watching the sunrise in Vista at Solid.Grooves, and I yearned to join them. Later on I found out that Zabiela was the "secret guest" and I reflected on how different my night would've been if I decided to fraction from my group. Still, never mind. A good time was had. The stag enjoyed himself, so job done.
In the taxi ride back to the hotel we agreed the first night had been a success. If nothing else, we had found some decent beans.
To be continued...
Thursday 09/06/16 - 04:00 am BST
Early start. Stayed at my brother's the night before, and both walked 5mins around the corner to meet the rest of the party before jumping in 2 minibuses which took us to Stansted. 14 of us in total. Knew a few of the lads by face, but hadn't really had more than a passing convo with most of them. We were staying at Ibiza Rocks. I would be staying in a room with my bro, and other cousin - the stag's brother, which suited me fine. Journey to Stansted was plain sailing, and we breezed through security. Had plenty of time to spare, and got practically the whole of upstairs of Wetherspoons to ourselves. Most of the lads ate, my liquid breakfast for me. Flight itself was without incident. Lots of "banter" which set the tone.
Once through security at the other end we piled into a dusty coach with a door which didn't open properly, and didn't drive much better! €10 each for the privilege! Would've been more cost effective to queue and get taxis, but hey ho. When we arrived at Ibiza Rock we began the arduous task of all getting checked-in, which seemed to take forever. Me, my bro & cousin got allocated a room on the 4th floor, directly behind the stage.
Soon we have congregated by the pool and were getting the beers in. At one point I think at least 90% were in the pool. Alas, it'd be my only time I went into the water for the next 5 days. I fell asleep in the sun. I had used precautions, but I woke to find one of the lads had placed a chair strategically over my head to shield me from the sun. One of the other of our group hadn't fared quite so well.
There was a brief discussion about plans for the evening. I had already come to terms with the fact that we were unlikely to be spending much of our time clubbing, so was pleased when my cousin said tonight would be the night "gotta hit it hard on the first night, ain't ya"
Would've rather been going to Music On, naturally, and Cream holds very little appeal for me. But it was the stag's choice, and I was in. Arranged to have some supplies delivered, then had a disco nap. We bought our tickets from reception, and had pre-drinks by the pool area. About 11pm we took a stroll to Ibiza Rocks bay and stayed until about 1am. By this point it had become clear that most of the group had flaked. We knew a couple of the guys we're already at Amnesia, but everybody else had apparently peaked too early, or opted for an early night.
We caught a taxi to Amnesia, and were inside by 2am. DJ Fresh was on in the terrace, with an hour left of his set. The first thing which struck me: emptiest I've ever seen Amnesia. Plenty of space, even on the dancefloor. No bottle-neck between rooms, and getting served was a breeze. Fresh played a pretty eclectic, accessible set. I recall Pendulum 'Tarantula' and Dead Prez 'Hip-Hop' plus his chart hits. Pretty standard stuff.
We'd only been there half an hour when the alcohol consumption caught-up with my cousin. We spoke to security and they allowed my bro to leave briefly to pack him safely into a cab then allow him back inside. Fatboy Slim came on at 3am. In terms of numbers this was the peak of the night. Still plenty of room, mind.
Norman did what he does. I enjoyed myself, but, again, you could predict the playlist. The pills we had acquired were particularly strong, however. This undeniably added to my appreciation of the night. The 3am peak was short-lived, and as early as 3:30 the terrace was visibly emptying out. Got chatting to a friendly Glaswegian fella in the smoking area. We mainly chatted about the Euros. Typically chatting shit. Was a good craic.
DJ SKT - who I'm not too familiar with - closed the terrace. By this point it was very quiet. We stayed until the end. SKT was alright. He seemed to repeat a few tracks, bizarrely. I had other friends who weren't apart of our stag group, who I knew were only over the road watching the sunrise in Vista at Solid.Grooves, and I yearned to join them. Later on I found out that Zabiela was the "secret guest" and I reflected on how different my night would've been if I decided to fraction from my group. Still, never mind. A good time was had. The stag enjoyed himself, so job done.
In the taxi ride back to the hotel we agreed the first night had been a success. If nothing else, we had found some decent beans.
To be continued...