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I was so unprepared, I was prepared

sunny 28 °C

One random night, a little intoxicated but otherwise focused, a message was sent to Joe.. 'Ibiza?'

Nothing else needed to be said, and so it was booked. Flights, hotel and sun cream, all bought and paid for, we was ready, or so we thought.

As the days got closer, the excitement was real, counting down the days, minutes and seconds until pure carnage commenced. We was going Monday morning, and coming back Friday morning, enough time there we both thought, any longed and returning might not have been an option.

Everyone we spoke to on the lead up to it, we would ask, have you been to Ibiza? If the answer was no, the conversation was lost. If the answer was yes, the instant barrage of questions began. Whats it like? Is it hot? Where did you stay? Did you almost die? Is it as expensive as everyone says? Tell me anything and everything. We would ask these questions to anyone that had any advice to offer, but the same response kept popping up.. ''Nothing I can say will prepare you for what you will experience''... Fuck me were they right.

We land, after what seemed the longest plane journey in history, grab our bags and hunt down a taxi, bound for 'Hotel Piscis'. Taking in every possible sight we can on the way, we pass the most iconic club in the world, 'Privilege'. A smile comes to my face and every stress and worry from home slowly disappears, that feeling alone, worth every cent spent on the white isle.

Checked in, bags dumped, quick spray of deodorant (that is spelt correct, no matter how odd it looks) and we are off, bound for the beach and somewhere that sells beer.

Bags packed, broke, broken, tired and in serious need of a cuddle and a cup of tea we left for the airport. What, that's it? Fucking right it is. If you wwas expecting every last little detail of my time there you are shit out of luck, I was surprised I could remember my name, let alone what we got up to whilst we was there!

Highlights - Chase and Status at Amnesia, insane! And such an apt name for a club, the boat party was one to remember!

But one thing I will always thank Ibiza for was the realisation of whats to come. As I floated in the Mediterranean sea, looking at my surroundings, slightly intoxicated, I finally saw the light, a figure of speech seen as it the sun set about 2 hours previous.

Life - Waking up, getting dressed, going to work and having to endure the stress of targets, labour costs, uniform standards, going home and knowing that another day has been spent doing the same mindless shit as the previous, and knowing the next day shall be spent in the exact same way. Nope.. Not for me.

Time to dust off the backpack

Sub-note; When selecting a temperature for posts 'Fucking Hot' should be an option








Posted by Grant.fox1991 05:35 Archived in Spain Tagged sea travel club a spain sand holiday sun music for boy change time ibiza wander realisation

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