Cannot be asked typing all in one go, so will split this one All started in December when I was on the phone with my mate. He must have been after a pint or two, and all of a sudden said – Oi – cheap flights to Ibiza for June… Fancy going ? There could have been only one possible ansewer..

The countdown began in March when sun started peeking out, I could not think bout anything but beach, and gorgeous birds everywhere you look. 3 months, 60 days, 15 days. And we finally found ourselves in a plane to the party capital of the world. But hey, what’s going on ? It was not house & techno pumping plane full of party animals… mostly families witch children. Are we on the right plane ?

 I felt a heat wave right after the door opened. Not too hot though – about 30C. Taxi driver who took us to the hotel was completely mental. 90 mph all the time, slowing down a little when approached bends. And roundabouts (you know them on the main road) around 50/60 !!! That’s how you’re supposed to drive, !!!. Seems that’s their usual style Lucky we got there in one piece, went to the room, quick shower, unpack, and down to the swimming pool. And the first surprise .. 30 half naked blokes and 2-3 girls. Geez.. Turned out, no one was bothered to read the small print – Hotel Gay Friendly. Personally I don’t mind, but as a straight one, would prefer being surrounded by half naked girls, not blokes checking you out and winking all the time. Decided to go to the beach. The one in San Antonio was – not the biggest I’ve ever seen. But big enough to have a couple of pints, and get ready for the night.