Ikoda
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As part of the continuation of the forum mates, partners in crime, friends and general lunatics, myself and Phil Dickinson (Phil_Dicko) decided to do a double review of our escapades in Ibiza. I've been looking forward to this holiday since the end of July, particularly after the antics of my 25th had died down and I'd pulled myself together post Ibiza in June, which was my 7th trip to the island.
For myself and my group, we've always followed my numbering system for it, which is based on my visits (as I go more regularly than the others) This, at least for my clan who attended Ibiza with Phil's inmates, made the trip Part VIII. My eighth trip on the island. My second of the year. I do love going twice a year, but it isn't half costly.
Summer 2014 has gone down as one of the best, if not these best summer of my life so far. I've been employed, I've had two Ibiza trips, I've had my 25th and the madness around St Paul's Carnival that followed, and a couple of epic nights out. I've had multiple gigs, including an 8 hour marathon set with Phil at a field party, and finally get to play with the Journey boys in a full venue (last time was a disaster for them due to issues with their venue at the last minute). That gig was again another back to back with Phil. I was also asked as a very last minute stand in for Adam White for a night based in Bristol which is trialling Classic Trance in room 3, a night I'm playing again for in October. I've got closer with my friends, with my family, and also at the start of the summer, decided to finally make the decision to move forward with my life post the ex girlfriend. The day after landing back from Ibiza in September, I moved to London.
It was good to have a large contingent of my own group joining Phil's, especially the last minute step in of RS due to an unfortunate break up with his ex. However, and I stand by this, it's entirely her loss and he'll come out of this stronger than ever. It also meant I had someone who was on my level for getting on it. As for the group Phil was bringing, while I'd met them a few times, I never felt I knew them. I feel we all bonded over the course of the week. As I said in June, Ibiza will make or break a friendship. I've seen (and heard) friendships fall apart outside our group while in Ibiza. I'm certainly not one of those people. Holidays are a shared experience, a bond that will last you for the rest of your life. Anyway, I digress.
Monday 8th September 2014
Waking up at the crack of dawn is never a good experience. Nor is dealing with a nicotine withdrawal because you don't want to smoke in front of your parents while you are on holiday with them. Dragged myself up, then woke up AG. We were staying at his parents place in mainland Spain and our parents took us to the port. A croissant, some tea and a few hugs goodbye later, we were on the walkway on, waiting to board the ferry to Ibiza. That first cigarette of the day was beautiful. Discovering that the fast cat had no smoking deck was not. This meant no drinking on the ferry, as I'd want to smoke! Bit of a rocky start.
After a somewhat... long ferry ride of three hours from Spain to Ibiza, we were in Ibiza Town, on the far side of the port (not where I expected to disembarque). One bus ride later, we were in central Ibiza Town at Burger King awaiting Phil, who eventually turned up looking a little worse for wear. Turns out they'd been out to We Love last night (And not Schulz Closing which surprised me, although I think We Love was probably the right choice). After a walk up to Phil's apartment, I cracked open the first can of the day and enjoyed the sunshine.
Around 2.30pm, I tried to gather everyone to head to Itaca in San Antonio, to head to the Driftwood pre-party. A lot of promoters, agents and some international DJs were there. Caught up with the guys who run OTR, Journey, had a chat with Signum about his vinyl set on Tuesday 9th for Captured, had a word with Darren Porter & Manuel Le Saux's agent and just a general chinwag with whoever was around. One of the things I love about Island of Trance week is the sheer amount of friends I have on the island at the same time. Found out from the Journey boys that two of them were playing the opening set in the Seal Pit tomorrow for Captured so assured them we'd be down to support from the getgo. Myself, AG, NE, JC and Phil had a jaeger each, then after the Driftwood pre party crowd headed to the boat we headed to the taxi rank. Absolutely gutted I couldn't do this party, but checking in to the villa was more important.
Got a taxi as far as the Es Cuco supermarket slightly north of Port Des Torrent. After that, the route march from hell started. Phil asked us to get out the taxi far too early, in the blistering heat, while we carried both our luggage and NEs' as he was unable to carry his due to the crutches. Phil lead us to the top of a hill before realising it was the wrong hill. Let's just say I was less than impressed and absolutely exhausted by time we finally got to the villa, only to find the guys who had checked in had gone out.
They thankfully turned up a few minutes later, whereby I got myself some drinks and cracked on. We had a BBQ cooked for us by WH, who offered to do the majority of the BBQing during the holiday while he was there. The rest of us took turns in cleaning. It was so nice having proper BBQs in Ibiza compared to the usual kind of food like pizza and pasta. And far better than Burger King. We cracked on with a game called drinking Uno (A version of Ring of Fire but with more cards, thus more card meaning and more booze consumed). Finally hit the sack around 3am. I'm normally down for a mad night the first night, so it felt odd having it relatively constrained.
For myself and my group, we've always followed my numbering system for it, which is based on my visits (as I go more regularly than the others) This, at least for my clan who attended Ibiza with Phil's inmates, made the trip Part VIII. My eighth trip on the island. My second of the year. I do love going twice a year, but it isn't half costly.
Summer 2014 has gone down as one of the best, if not these best summer of my life so far. I've been employed, I've had two Ibiza trips, I've had my 25th and the madness around St Paul's Carnival that followed, and a couple of epic nights out. I've had multiple gigs, including an 8 hour marathon set with Phil at a field party, and finally get to play with the Journey boys in a full venue (last time was a disaster for them due to issues with their venue at the last minute). That gig was again another back to back with Phil. I was also asked as a very last minute stand in for Adam White for a night based in Bristol which is trialling Classic Trance in room 3, a night I'm playing again for in October. I've got closer with my friends, with my family, and also at the start of the summer, decided to finally make the decision to move forward with my life post the ex girlfriend. The day after landing back from Ibiza in September, I moved to London.
It was good to have a large contingent of my own group joining Phil's, especially the last minute step in of RS due to an unfortunate break up with his ex. However, and I stand by this, it's entirely her loss and he'll come out of this stronger than ever. It also meant I had someone who was on my level for getting on it. As for the group Phil was bringing, while I'd met them a few times, I never felt I knew them. I feel we all bonded over the course of the week. As I said in June, Ibiza will make or break a friendship. I've seen (and heard) friendships fall apart outside our group while in Ibiza. I'm certainly not one of those people. Holidays are a shared experience, a bond that will last you for the rest of your life. Anyway, I digress.
Monday 8th September 2014
Waking up at the crack of dawn is never a good experience. Nor is dealing with a nicotine withdrawal because you don't want to smoke in front of your parents while you are on holiday with them. Dragged myself up, then woke up AG. We were staying at his parents place in mainland Spain and our parents took us to the port. A croissant, some tea and a few hugs goodbye later, we were on the walkway on, waiting to board the ferry to Ibiza. That first cigarette of the day was beautiful. Discovering that the fast cat had no smoking deck was not. This meant no drinking on the ferry, as I'd want to smoke! Bit of a rocky start.
After a somewhat... long ferry ride of three hours from Spain to Ibiza, we were in Ibiza Town, on the far side of the port (not where I expected to disembarque). One bus ride later, we were in central Ibiza Town at Burger King awaiting Phil, who eventually turned up looking a little worse for wear. Turns out they'd been out to We Love last night (And not Schulz Closing which surprised me, although I think We Love was probably the right choice). After a walk up to Phil's apartment, I cracked open the first can of the day and enjoyed the sunshine.
Around 2.30pm, I tried to gather everyone to head to Itaca in San Antonio, to head to the Driftwood pre-party. A lot of promoters, agents and some international DJs were there. Caught up with the guys who run OTR, Journey, had a chat with Signum about his vinyl set on Tuesday 9th for Captured, had a word with Darren Porter & Manuel Le Saux's agent and just a general chinwag with whoever was around. One of the things I love about Island of Trance week is the sheer amount of friends I have on the island at the same time. Found out from the Journey boys that two of them were playing the opening set in the Seal Pit tomorrow for Captured so assured them we'd be down to support from the getgo. Myself, AG, NE, JC and Phil had a jaeger each, then after the Driftwood pre party crowd headed to the boat we headed to the taxi rank. Absolutely gutted I couldn't do this party, but checking in to the villa was more important.
Got a taxi as far as the Es Cuco supermarket slightly north of Port Des Torrent. After that, the route march from hell started. Phil asked us to get out the taxi far too early, in the blistering heat, while we carried both our luggage and NEs' as he was unable to carry his due to the crutches. Phil lead us to the top of a hill before realising it was the wrong hill. Let's just say I was less than impressed and absolutely exhausted by time we finally got to the villa, only to find the guys who had checked in had gone out.
They thankfully turned up a few minutes later, whereby I got myself some drinks and cracked on. We had a BBQ cooked for us by WH, who offered to do the majority of the BBQing during the holiday while he was there. The rest of us took turns in cleaning. It was so nice having proper BBQs in Ibiza compared to the usual kind of food like pizza and pasta. And far better than Burger King. We cracked on with a game called drinking Uno (A version of Ring of Fire but with more cards, thus more card meaning and more booze consumed). Finally hit the sack around 3am. I'm normally down for a mad night the first night, so it felt odd having it relatively constrained.
