Trip Start Jan 01, 2012
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My flatmate Natasha and I decided that after a long year we were in desperate need of relaxing holiday. We weren't fussed where we went as long as it didn’t involve being anywhere near work and so we found ourselves booking a cheap package holiday to Ibiza.
The night before we left I was at my works award ceremony ball. I mention this because that night I had so much hair spray and what felt like hundreds of bobby pins in my hair I couldn’t get them out so decided to leave them in overnight.
With an early morning start there wasn’t enough time to wash my hair before leaving for the airport, so with my hair still rock solid and not a bit out of place I opted to just leave it in an deal with it once I got to Spain
Now you would think I would learn to expect problems clearing customs at the airport given my numerous issues in the past however when I got stopped at security and escorted by two women to a small booth for a search I was a bit shocked…maybe it was the early hour. After a certain amount of time feeling me up and fondling my private bits it was decided I wasn’t carrying anything on my body. They then decided to scan my hair with a metal detector which of course due to my numerous pins sent the machine into spin. The women started to try undo my hair but eventually decided that my hair do was too much of a hassle as they couldn’t get it out and eventually decided to let me through.
Only I can manage to get searched because of my hair style but hey it’s one more customs and security story to add to my ever growing list.
No surprises that I slept through the whole flight but when I woke I found myself in sunny Spain-far warmer than the London weather I had just left behind. Being after party season we knew it was going to be a quiet trip with all of the clubs and bars having closed. Lucky for us it turned out that Pacha was open the night we arrived
That afternoon we spent relaxing and made a fairly decent start on the alcohol we had picked up duty free. Good thing we did too as I wasn’t prepared for the club prices for drinks I was to encounter later that night.
The club itself was brilliant it was busy but not too busy and I had an awesome time dancing the night away. And when I say night I mean night as it didn’t open until half past midnight. It was a shock to the system compared to the UK where at 12 you are running to make the last trains home. I can only describe the drink prices as nuts, I bought the most expensive water I have ever bought in my life. EUR15.00 for a 330ml bottle. It felt like the world was upside down when the alcohol was cheaper than water.
The next two days we spent at the hotel relaxing. As stupid as this sounds I actually found this really difficult. While the weather was warmer than London and the sun was out it still wasn’t warm enough to lie out in the sun for long and it was certainly too cold to go to the beach.
So take away the beach factor from a beach holiday and given everything else on the island was shut this left me with very long stretches to fill
The following day Tash and I decided to walk to Ibiza town an hour away and check out the Dalt Vila, a fortress straddling the island. The walk itself was beautiful winding along the coast however the climb to the top almost killed me. That said I was well rewarded with some of the most amazing views.
On the climb back down we stopped at a small Tapas bar with bean bags for chairs. We passed a very comfortable hour sunk into those bean bags sipping the nicest Sangria I have ever had. With the sun shining down, a slight breeze, good company, a busker singing Frank Sinatra and some amazing views this was well and truly my favourite moment of the holiday.
Meals for the week consisted of a large buffet at the hotel, while it was nice it was typical hotel food and I knew after the first meal that by the end of the week I would be craving something different.
The following day was warm enough to go relax by the pool with a book, I alternated between that and the most amazing spa to warm myself up
On Wednesday we headed out to a place called Es Canar by boat, despite the rough seas and the sight of a poor kid going green from sea sickness the one and a half hour boat ride was really nice. On the island we made our way to a giant Hippy market. So called from the original artisans that used to inhabit Ibiza. I guess it also helps that its located right next to what I can only describe as some freakish commune.
It seems the Spanish or maybe just those at the commune were completely fine with nudity and one man just happened to be walking around talking with the tourists exposed for all the world to see. What did send Tash and I into a fit of giggles was the little old granny who got up from where she was sitting to try get a closer look.
The markets were amazing with beautiful hand crafted products, there is nothing I like more than wandering around a market so this was a day that just flew by for me. As a nice touch on the boat ride home our captain had even bought us Sangria to enjoy.
The next two days flew by in a blur, I can’t say for sure what I did except for that it was a whole lot nothing which is exactly what I had been hoping for when I booked the trip. I can tell you I ate a whole lot of hotel food and managed to get through two novels.
Friday night in an attempt to experience local nightlife we headed to a small local bar called Grial. With a live DJ and friendly atmosphere it was a lovely way to spend our last night in Ibiza. After all my moaning in the beginning about how to fill the hours the holiday absolutely flew by. I could have done with an extra couple of days before heading back to reality.
I was sad to say goodbye to our beautiful hotel and the relaxing holiday. I had such a fantastic time away and the trip was exactly what the Dr ordered.
Until Next Time,