Your most powerful Ibiza memory.

can i resurrect this?

- meeting Barbie & Mr. Barbie + Rodber in DC10 on my stag weekend, Mr. Barbie in despair as the other two were on the floor

- my entire stag weekend....Pure Pacha till 8am, Amnesia opening till 7am, We Love in the afternoon then till 6am and a cheeky Circo Loco squeezed in (we JUST made the flight home)

- chatting to Mr. C in Underground - we only went there as Amensia advertised Chus & Ceballos' night which wasn't on

- meeting Slam on a plane going for the weekend years after chatting to them in El Divino - screaming Glasgow!!!!!

- Grego meeting up with my group one year inc a picking up from the apts...above and beyond the call!

- meeting Stivi, James and Jordan @ Enter with Nina Kraviz as the soundtrack and Sake as the booze

- handing over White Sausage & Shortbread to get some pre-arranged guest list places for We Love....

- chatting to a couple at the pool in 2001..only had 1 big night out planned and the girl was spewing her load outside the club and they never made it in!

- meeting a crowd at Es Vive inc Barbie & Mr. Barbie....being told to keep the noise down

- too many other drunken escapades to mention

- every sunset at Mambo/Cafe del Mar....be it sunny or cloudy
 
Down the front of cream amnesia last year out of my face and hearing Paul van dyk drop cafe deal mar on the terrace and when it came to the build up everyone had there hands is the air and people standing on the speaker bit beside the bar in the terrace with there hands in the air
 
First time in Ibiza (2014) and completely out of it in the best possible way. Myself and my wife after hours of dancing, the lights lit up Es Paradis and Jubel was played with the live sax. One of the best feelings ive ever known....and I dont care how cheesy and modern that tune is :)

Last year after another great night's dancing, re-proposing to my wife on the beach at 6am. Coming over in 2 weeks to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary

What a great Island.
 
Seeing Richie Hawtins Enter in its debut season, trying the sake. Mind blowing night

Buzzing to Morey Kante (sp) yeke yeke my first ever club night at Eden

Shagging on the rocks at San Antonio Bay near the lighthouse only to be caught by the security, kept in touch with the girl for a good 3 years until we had commitments.

Watching the sun come up and hearing the ocean waves ripple up to the shore very chilled morning after a heavy night

The sheer volume of sound in the clubs and how big they are from the outside. Mind blown

The addiction to keep going back is the most powerfull thing it does.
 
Saw a UFO in San An from the balcony of the hotel room. We stared at it for about 10 minutes and couldn't work it out. Me and the Mrs saw it. We had been out for a couple of days and weren't long back in, fair enough, but nothing to do with that. It was definitely a UFO.
 
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Or hanging out with the Looky Looky men outside Wips (numerous mornings when the people I am with don't have the staying power) Drinking beer and cracking jokes, they find me the funniest guy in the world which I like. My Mrs likes to tell me they will be laughing at me, but I dont like to believe that.

Things like this is what Ibiza is all about. The real Ibiza.
 
a few powerful memories off top of head...

- seeing the guy out of the gipsy kings performing dodgy cover versions of the gipsy kings
- smoking mind-blowing doobies with Fat Phil B on the rocks at Figueretas. An intense, existential, transcendental experience.
- unsuccessfully trying to start a conga around the putomayo garden when kelvin andrews played 'welcome to the pleasuredome'
- missing my ferry back to barcelona because I thought it left at 7pm not 7am... Realising I was stuck on the island with a car. Freaking out for 20 minutes, eventually deciding bugger this and rejoining the party at Aura.
- seeing parents starkers at S'Espalmador (see mud thread)
- the state of the parked cars at benirras - mad max in a pine forest. we saw one motorbike in a tree.. (!)

*see further additions to this thread in a month's time
 
My best night:
2018, I took a room at the Ushuaia Club with the stage view
On leaving the bedroom terrace, I see turntables on the next door terrace.
And I don't understand.
There was Dimitri Vegas and Like mike the same evening.
Around 11pm in the middle of the evening, here is who mixed on the terrace next door for 45 minutes.
In short, an evening that I will never forget.IMG_9100.jpg
 
I think it was 2002. I woke up one morning to the strains of 4 Strings - Diving coming through the open balcony windows. Bleary eyed I looked to my left to see a rather lovely young lady sleeping naked right next to me. I had no recollection of meeting her nor if we'd actually got up to any fun squelchy stuff with each other. Then I realised it wasn't my hotel room. Nor was it even my hotel.

2007: My mate and I were walking back to our hotel after a night at Eden when we both got skittled by some horrible scrote on a scooter. My mate had bruises and grazes but my right ankle was flopping about like a dying fish. Bugger! We had a boat party to go to that afternoon but even at this early stage it was obvious I was going to have to cry off. Anyway, we got back and got some kip and when we woke my mate asked one last time if I wanted to go but by this time I was feeling well sorry for myself and declined so we split our weed in half and he disappeared out of the door. Sometime later I was on our balcony smoking a spliff and leaning over the railing watching the world go by. "Can I have a bit of that?" A young female voice came from the balcony next door. I passed the j over and we got chatting. Tonight was their last night and they were skint so they were going to stay in. I told them about my ankle and proceeded to almost knacker the other one trying to show them the damage. I told them that if they went to the shop to get me loads of booze and snacks I would share it all with them along with j's and other party assistants. They took €50 and legged it downstairs whilst I built another j. About half an hour later they returned with 24 bottles of Estrella, a bottle of tequila, a bottle of vodka, two bottles of cola and a bottle of Sprite or something similar. We ploughed in. Fast forward several hours my mate burst in the room to find two topless girlies bouncing up and down upon his bed whilst I was sat on my bed wearing nothing but my Calvin Klein's. On my head. And roaring with laughter like a demented Brian Blessed laughing at a particularly funny, particularly filthy joke!

I wrote about my visit to Manumission elsewhere on the forum so I'm not going to re-tell it here because if you hadn't noticed I do tend to bloody waffle a bit!
 
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