Only just feel ready to make this post now
Went for 8 nights in September solo after a really tough year for myself, Ibiza was the perfect place for me to leave my troubles behind and concentrate on me
For the first 4 nights I stayed on salinas at La boutique hostal. I have stayed here before and really love it!! Really peaceful, lovely staff, and plenty free roaming lizards!
It’s very rustic and charming but if u want a party hotel, please don’t come here, it’s not for partying in! Suits me fine at 41 years of age!
Day 1. I grabbed my car and spent a few hours at Cala Comte for some chill. Then found a random tapas bar in sant josep sa talaia (I won’t be remembering names of places
I just stop and eat when I’m hungry). Padron peppers, croquettes and a cerveza, followed by a lovely hierbas on the house! I walked around for an hour as I get para about drink driving! Nice little town.
Evening at the hostal, there was a traditional Moroccan night event thingy, so I thought f*** it. Paid my money and sat alone enjoying the evening air. I believe I was the only non local there, it was fantastic complete with belly dancers and a 3 course meal. Everyone was lovely but probably thought who’s this twat
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Day 2. had a hike with Stivi and a lad named frank. Went a hardcore hike around albarca area, love my outdoor activities and this was a great way to spend half a day! Get a hike booked it with Stivi trust me! Great knowledge and great company! Fantastic views and got some great photos from inside a cave, so so cool.
Went to 528 in the evening for fuse/brunch electronik with a lovely fellow solo from spotlight and ended up meeting another 2 girls from Switzerland that pre mentioned spotlight solo had met on a hike! Easy as that I wasn’t alone anymore
. Music was good, not really my crowd but was in good company and had lots of fun. After a hotel pit stop 3 of us went pikes for mella Dee which was more up my street! Great crowd and music! Then off to Ibiza town where we hunted down the new tomodachi club, couldn’t find it for 10 mins before one of us realised after a phone search it was closed that night! So off for a few beers until sun rise in a random bar.
Day 3, love the first hangover, always have. Floaty vibes, headphones on, beer in hand walking along salinas. Found a spot and slept, ate, drank and swam until 4-5ish.
Plan was a quiet one…. Met new friends in Ibiza town for some food in the evening, some Italian gaff, I only had some bruschetta tbf, wasn’t big on the eating thing today! Anyway, instead of going home and being sensible before tomorrow nights party, we went pacha to see armand van Heldon, which wouldn’t have been my choice but was really good, commercial in places but enjoyable. At 4am-ish we got a cab to dc-10 for the last few hours of circo but we weren’t allowed in, so we bought a rake of beers and sat on salinas until 10am…. Magical morning, couple of late night swims and much music, dancing and bullshit chat. One of the classic nights. Seeing tractors flattening the sand and dog walkers becoming more regular was our queue to leave
. Walked past my hostal guests at 10am with beer in hand got me some knowing smirks!
Day 4. Not great, not hideous, my hotel room is like a f***ing beach. Fat bocadillo from the shop close to salinas, every mouthful was heaven. Sleep- water- sleep- beer- sleep- water etc until like 9pm for a guess then met friends in ibz town and got on the wine in a few bars and had some food somewhere…. Tapas, lovely stuff, not a clue where.
Day 5. Broken man. Home troubles on my mind, crying mess
. Had offered friends an airport lift so grabbed them and went beach for a few hours together. Not a great day for me. Cala gracioneta was lush tho, nice swim, dived down and found a ormer shell for a souvenir. lovely expensive red tuna for lunch, and then checked into my new base camp for the next 4 nights. This was in Santa Agnes, a place called hotel rural can partit and my plan was pure relaxation with no noise or busy surroundings. I got what I wanted! Heaven, so quiet, surrounded by nature, lovely staff, so many little chill spots, sofas etc. hidden outdoor shower, swimming pool!! Rustic Ibiza charm, no glitz, no glamour. The lady that ran the place only spoke Spanish and I’m learning so was perfect for me.
Day 6. Sunbathing, reading, swimming, crying, dying, but what a place to do it in!! So relaxed. Very quiet area with 2 restaurants in close vicinity, can cosmi amd sa palmera, both simple, local and great.. I went to one for dinner and had pan y alioli with a beer, followed by ensalada de atún. Lovely.
Day 7. Rinse and repeat. Reading, sunbathing, less crying, less dying, thinking etc etc. this bores some people, I love my own company, I’m only ever truly relaxed alone and it’s how I make all my big life decisions. Hardly anyone seems to be here during the day, it’s bliss. Went to the 2nd restaurant for evening meal, had a steak with seasonal veg, so good. Couple beers and roll ups then off to bed.
Day 8. Another hike with balearic outdoor adventures! This time to Atlantis and also an es Vedra viewpoint, and lovely frank was there from the first hike! Joan was the guide for this one and it was brilliant, just what the dr ordered. I can’t explain how amazing these hikes are, if you love the outdoors and the beauty of nature, you need to go on one.
I had my mojo back, I wasn’t supposed to go out on this part of the trip, but my mind had planted a seed…..
got back to the gaff and chilled for the day. When evening came I had a few beers and looked through the spotlight calendar, melon bomb down the road at pikes, f*** it go on then. Glad I did, best night musically of the trip. Spent the whole night alone dancing, just didn’t need to talk to people today so didn’t. Freddie’s was nuts, such a great energy, just good stuff. Stayed til close.
Day 9. Woke up sound, felt great, lovely comedown. So glad I went out. Rinse and repeat in my private paradise. Again like the first place, don’t come here to party, but if u like peace and tranquility, perfecto. Last evening meal was spent at the rural can partit. Just me, and a cat and the boss lady serving. Had croquettes and tomatoes. Simple, delicious, with a couple glasses of red. I’m a happy man.
Day 10. Home time, boss lady hugged me, felt like she knew I had tough times there
. Lovely lady. Airport drive. Job done.
Sorry if this isn’t template, cba to spend too long, jus spilt it out quick.
Love the island, love the language, love the people, love the memories.
Am I going back…. f***in right I am! I have 2 kids and my own business, I need to be a selfish twat a couple times a year somewhere
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Hasta luego, or shall I say pronto x
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