The small things
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soulcompromise
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I feel like there's something truly remarkable about scenery. I remember one of the first times I was truly taken aback - we were in San Diego at a cheap motel (my parents and I - I was not yet 13) and something about the world in the glow of the street lamps was engaging and mesmerizing. I remembered that glow, the smell of the street, and the way it felt to be outside a hotel room, upstairs in the cool night air.
It's really something. When you travel, I think you begin to have a different understanding of the world. Your perception engages with the rest of your senses, and your appreciation for that experience can envelope you.
I remember too times I was in the wilderness - Joshua Tree National Monument in California's Mojave desert, Mt. San Gorgonio in San Bernardino there, and the forests of North Idaho and Montana in rain and snow. That sort of experience can be mind racking, powerful, and incredibly memorable.
Having not been to Ibiza, I haven't experienced a beautiful Spanish island; let alone within the context of the peace love unity and respect of rave and club culture. But I want to believe there is something universal to be had. Something intangible is there, but so thick you can taste it in the air! Very cool
It's really something. When you travel, I think you begin to have a different understanding of the world. Your perception engages with the rest of your senses, and your appreciation for that experience can envelope you.
I remember too times I was in the wilderness - Joshua Tree National Monument in California's Mojave desert, Mt. San Gorgonio in San Bernardino there, and the forests of North Idaho and Montana in rain and snow. That sort of experience can be mind racking, powerful, and incredibly memorable.
Having not been to Ibiza, I haven't experienced a beautiful Spanish island; let alone within the context of the peace love unity and respect of rave and club culture. But I want to believe there is something universal to be had. Something intangible is there, but so thick you can taste it in the air! Very cool
chez
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Turn left when exiting pacha mate and at the end of the road, although have been where you mean too.. always nice to have a bit of a pre wire close walk to the clubs like
JayDR8
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Ibiza 2018 we'd got the bus to Pacha and I felt too sober (I drink quite a bit when doing stuff). We went walking up and down the streets and couldn't find any bars or shops open, It was later than we'd usually go to a club, 2:15 maybe and it felt a bit eerie. Anyway, I found the bar mentioned finally as it is slightly hidden, by now I'd got a migraine (I lose my vision when one is coming on
), I ordered 2/3 drinks, downed them, dropped a soundcloud and rushed in. It turns out soundclouds can fix migraines 
.I don't have great memories from Pacha because of this though, it was also the last night of the holiday which is always tinged with a slight bit of sadness, so usual Ibiza vibes weren't on point. Pacha barmaids were quite weird too
LP_IBIZA
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I'm not sure if it's the same bar that you guys are referring too but pre Pacha we usually have one last stiff drink and pre-livener in Versus - which is in the road bang opposite Pacha! In fact you can actually see Pacha from the outside terrace area out the front.
Order yourself a double vodka and coke and believe me when I tell you the measures are generous! It's like drinking petrol but if definitely gets the party started!
Order yourself a double vodka and coke and believe me when I tell you the measures are generous! It's like drinking petrol but if definitely gets the party started!
diver
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No idea what a soundcloud is but sounds like a mad nightIbiza 2018 we'd got the bus to Pacha and I felt too sober (I drink quite a bit when doing stuff). We went walking up and down the streets and couldn't find any bars or shops open, It was later than we'd usually go to a club, 2:15 maybe and it felt a bit eerie. Anyway, I found the bar mentioned finally as it is slightly hidden, by now I'd got a migraine (I lose my vision when one is coming on
I don't have great memories from Pacha because of this though, it was also the last night of the holiday which is always tinged with a slight bit of sadness, so usual Ibiza vibes weren't on point. Pacha barmaids were quite weird too
FlatErik
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diver
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With a semi on
ibizainside
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1 - Hearing house music everywhere, like its just the norm to play it where ever (most likley that everyone listens to Ibiza Global Radio!) but even sitting in a cafe in the morning having breakfast and hearing techno!
2 - The lizards, always love seeing those little guys - I have several lizard wall artI have bought in Ibiza at markets
3 - How differnet the evening atmosphere in different parts of the island, like comparing DB/San An and Ibiza Town at night, all completely different, some better than others lol
4 - The smell of the pine trees
5 - I love little spanish supermarkets, getting fresh bread,olives etc
6 - Using what little Spanish I know when asking for things in bars/resturant, rather than just expecting everyone to speak English
2 - The lizards, always love seeing those little guys - I have several lizard wall artI have bought in Ibiza at markets
3 - How differnet the evening atmosphere in different parts of the island, like comparing DB/San An and Ibiza Town at night, all completely different, some better than others lol
4 - The smell of the pine trees
5 - I love little spanish supermarkets, getting fresh bread,olives etc
6 - Using what little Spanish I know when asking for things in bars/resturant, rather than just expecting everyone to speak English
CasaNegron
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Sounds like you have a stash buried in a jar in the sand at San Vincente or something...I still have 1.5 left on the island for whenever I return
FlatErik
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Lol I did that once but I found out friends on the island who can save your stash is a better way!Sounds like you have a stash buried in a jar in the sand at San Vincente or something...
Michael1982
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JayDR8
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On the island? I accidently took one home in my shorts pocket in my suitcase and the suitcase got drug swabbedMissing soundclouds!
I still have 1.5 left on the island for whenever I return
2018 soundclouds >>>>> 2019 soundclouds. I don't know if we didn't source the same ones (Same dealer) but the 2019 ones really weren't as good, the high was miles shorter and definitely not as strong, I moved on to stormtroopers which were better.
The tolerance will be much lower too when i finally take one again so should be good
LP_IBIZA
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The tolerance will be much lower too when i finally take one again so should be good
Talk of soundclouds has made me think about how that should be a moment on the list - nibbling that first half of bean of the trip!
That tingle in the belly when you know it’s the point of no return and things about to take a turn west!
Amigo
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I'm on the same wavelength as many others here. Much of it is based on the senses, anticipation, expectation and tradition.
I always like to see archways of the old entrance to the retro airport terminal just as we approach on the runway.
The age old photo outside the airport we haven't done as much in recent years. Probably less so since the revamp. But it still says Ibiza on it so that's enough reason just to look at it for a buzz.
Getting into the wrong side of the rental car. Classic.
100% the first sight of Dalt Vila. When you see that rising in the distance, that's the sweet spot.
The first supermarket shopping excursion.
The first full day. Checked in, unpacked, nothing in the diary and the anticipation of everything that lies ahead.
A cold tin of beer on the beach.
Breakfast at Flotante. Lunch at El Bigotes, Fish Shack or Bar Costa.
Lunch of traditional baked fish to share at Cala Martina with our feet in the sand.
As much as I love the restaurants, a cool box lunch on the beach is hard to beat. Simple pleasures.
The boat from Talamanca across the marina to town is fantastic.
A beach after 7pm.
7-10pm every day; Beach or pool done, lunch done, get ready, sit down, balcony, music, sunset time and the expectation of dinner ahead. Related to this, the light at this time is indeed a joy.
Pre dinner drinks in one of the bars around Plaza del Parque. Suprisingly inexpensive and always a brilliant atmosphere.
The buzz of La Bodega and Bar San Juan.
Stopping off at Anita's on the way back from the beaches up north.
Wandering the back streets of Dalt Vila.
The road to Cala d'Hort. Seeing those two big freaks of rock on the horizon still blows the mind.
The taxis. Always love the sound of the voices on their radios and the subsequent bleeping in between. And all the dashboards of the taxis seem like nothing I've ever seen in a similar car before - they always seem like a cockpit, ultra luxurious and with more lights and buttons than would ever be necessary.
Plus yep the radio stations while driving around the island. Amazing.
The early-ish morning shuffle in flip flops to the supermarket when everything is still quiet.
Sitting in the shade of the trees at Es Niu Blau.
The buzz and chitter chatter of a restaurant filled with local families on a Sunday.
Seeing effortlessly cool and eccentric older residents in their battered cars or jeeps.
Podencos.
Crisp, cold canas. Hierbas. Paella. Olives. Flao. The bread and aioli at Es Pins.
Cafes de Ibiza coffee.
I always like to see archways of the old entrance to the retro airport terminal just as we approach on the runway.
The age old photo outside the airport we haven't done as much in recent years. Probably less so since the revamp. But it still says Ibiza on it so that's enough reason just to look at it for a buzz.
Getting into the wrong side of the rental car. Classic.
100% the first sight of Dalt Vila. When you see that rising in the distance, that's the sweet spot.
The first supermarket shopping excursion.
The first full day. Checked in, unpacked, nothing in the diary and the anticipation of everything that lies ahead.
A cold tin of beer on the beach.
Breakfast at Flotante. Lunch at El Bigotes, Fish Shack or Bar Costa.
Lunch of traditional baked fish to share at Cala Martina with our feet in the sand.
As much as I love the restaurants, a cool box lunch on the beach is hard to beat. Simple pleasures.
The boat from Talamanca across the marina to town is fantastic.
A beach after 7pm.
7-10pm every day; Beach or pool done, lunch done, get ready, sit down, balcony, music, sunset time and the expectation of dinner ahead. Related to this, the light at this time is indeed a joy.
Pre dinner drinks in one of the bars around Plaza del Parque. Suprisingly inexpensive and always a brilliant atmosphere.
The buzz of La Bodega and Bar San Juan.
Stopping off at Anita's on the way back from the beaches up north.
Wandering the back streets of Dalt Vila.
The road to Cala d'Hort. Seeing those two big freaks of rock on the horizon still blows the mind.
The taxis. Always love the sound of the voices on their radios and the subsequent bleeping in between. And all the dashboards of the taxis seem like nothing I've ever seen in a similar car before - they always seem like a cockpit, ultra luxurious and with more lights and buttons than would ever be necessary.
Plus yep the radio stations while driving around the island. Amazing.
The early-ish morning shuffle in flip flops to the supermarket when everything is still quiet.
Sitting in the shade of the trees at Es Niu Blau.
The buzz and chitter chatter of a restaurant filled with local families on a Sunday.
Seeing effortlessly cool and eccentric older residents in their battered cars or jeeps.
Podencos.
Crisp, cold canas. Hierbas. Paella. Olives. Flao. The bread and aioli at Es Pins.
Cafes de Ibiza coffee.