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Ibiza

When we arrived in Ibiza, we had to find a cab to take us to our hotel. We found the hotel in the Fodors book, but it didn’t have too much information about Ibiza so we had no idea where the hotel was. It took us a long time to find a cab.. First, we didn’t know where the cab stand was. Then, no cab would stop for us. Plus it was hot and getting late.

Our hotel, as it turned out, was in an area of the island called Cas Pla. When we finally got a cab, the driver didn’t even know where it was and had to ask directions. We knew this was a bad sign right away. The cab driver was very nice and very friendly. He talked to us on the way about the people that live on the island and how it is peaceful and friendly except in the areas where all the tourists were.

After a 20 minute drive or so (Ibiza is a lot bigger than we thought), we arrived at the hotel. It was so far away from everything, though, and we weren’t sure if we should stay or try to find a hotel in one of the main touristy areas. After all, we were only going to be there for 1 night, so we didn’t have time to travel back and forth between the clubs and the hotel. Plus, our cab driver told us that getting a cab in such a remote location was going to be hard. We decided to stay, but as the cab was backing out of the driveway, we did an about-face and decided to abort. I ran to flag the driver down and luckily he saw me, or this story might have been completely different.

The cab driver tried to hook us up with a place to stay by calling a friend of his who owns a hostel. Unfortunately it was no dice because the place was full. We drove around San Antonio looking for a place. The driver was extremely helpful and after checking two more places, we finally found a hostel to stay at. I tried to tip the driver extra but he didn’t even want to take my money! I found that so odd. Of course I made him take it, but it was still an experience in these modern times.

By this time it was already night so we showered and went to eat in town. San Antonio is where all the rowdy British tourists come to party in Ibiza. San Antonio was one big frat party. It was like a mix of Wildwood, New Brunswick, and Cancun all rolled into one. In retrospect, I wish that we went to Ibiza town instead, which is supposed to be nicer and more upscale.

All this time I was looking for Wild On material, but there wasn’t much other than drunken British girls. The closest we got to a Wild On moment was when two of these aforementioned girls started making out in the middle of the street (on the concrete).

We danced at 3 clubs, one had 80’s music, one had British guitar rock, and one had house. They were pretty cool, but I was psyched to go to one of Ibiza’s famous techno clubs. We decided to go to
Es Paradis, which was in San Antonio. Again, I wish we did something else. The cab driver had told us about a Manumatic party at another club, but we didn’t want to take a cab if we could walk to Paradis. We walked in around 3am, and paid $50 (!!) to get in. That’s even more than NYC prices. I had one $10 Red Bull and vodka and I ran out of cash, since everything was so expensive compared to everywhere else in Spain. The music at Paradis was good, but the place was just so-so. UFO was there that night, and there were people walking around in stilts and robot outfits. That was kind of cool. We only stayed for 2 hours, and went home at 5am to get some sleep for the next day.

es paradis

The next day, we took the ferry to Cala Bossa. Theresa wore her hippy outfit. Cala Bossa is a nice
beach in a cove on the island. They had umbrellas and rafts for rent. The water was amazingly clear, but a bit on the cold side. Part of the beach was all nude but only really ugly old men were totally nude.

ferrycala bossacala bossa

After staying at the beach a while, we took the ferry back to San Antonio and
wandered around a bit. We had some time to kill until our ferry left for Barcelona, and the girl at the hostel let us take a shower even though we had already checked out.

ferry back to san antonioback on san antonio

At about 7 or 8, we boarded the ferry. At port we saw the same kind of ship that we arrived in.

ferry to barcelonaarrival ship

  • Filed on June 27, 2001


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