#Slight Pause

Sorry about that slight pause in between stories… Long story short…. The last month has gone something like this:

Ibiza – Crying on the Plane – London – Flat Hunt – Job Hunt – Wearing 4 Layers of Clothes – Missing Ibiza. The End.

Let me fill in some blanks…. Well I almost didn’t make my flight from Ibiza to London!….

My last 2 days in Spain and I spent them on the island Formentera with my Ibiza Crush (His idea too…’Start spreading the news’)…. Formentera is breathtakingly beautiful. It is a tranquil island getaway only accessible by boat just half an hour from Ibiza, as soon as you step onto the island peacefulness and relaxation smack you in the face….. You really can’t believe this place exists so close to the crazy beautiful madness of Ibiza…..

Formentera is known for its beaches that are only accessible by car or bicycle…. You can walk but will take you a while so we jump in a taxi & head…..The beach is beautiful and the water goes for as far as the eyes can see, the sand is soft and the water is crystal clear with the nudist’s frolicking about doing some kind of naked water acrobatics that maybe shouldn’t be done naked……or at least not in public!……After the magical sunset and in the background what looked like a naked game of ‘tip you’re it’ it started to get a bit cooler and the beers had run out so we decide to head back to the hotel only to realise that we are slightly stranded at the beach with no car or bicycle….. Looks like we are going to have to walk….. We start dragging our feet really not wanting to walk when a car pulls up, it’s an older Italian couple that don’t speak much English and motion for us to get into their car…… They don’t look like serial killers and saves us walking and a possible 20-euro taxi fare…. Why not, I guess sometimes you can depend on the kindness of strangers….. Back to the hotel for the night and spend the whole next day lazing in the sun – Pure bliss!

Arriving back to Ibiza for my last night well relaxed – it was time to party!….. And party we did….. My flight was at midday the next day so I set my alarm and as long as I made the 10am bus I was fine……… My crush and I started at Ibiza Rocks to see a band called the Brand New Heavies, I know we ended the night at a Spanish club and in between all that was some West End action, I finally got my monkey ‘Bubbles’ and many tequila shots, any actual details of the night may require CCTV footage…… So falling into bed at some early hour of the morning…. A short while later in a drunken sleep haze I hear this beeping sound right in my ear…. What is that noise?…. Why is it so loud so early?….. Make it stop….. Make it stoooopppp…… Some bashing of buttons later and there we go… Silence…. And back to sleep……..

Some Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz’s later……

I open my eyes and launch out of bed, that wasn’t an annoying random beeping noise….. It was my alarm! It was just so foreign to me now, because I hadn’t heard it for several months…. I grab my phone searching for the time, rubbing my eyes…. No that is not the time! THAT IS NOT THE TIME!!….It can’t be….. Holy mother of I haven’t even packed yet!….. It was 9.40am. I had 20 minutes to pack… Sorry throw my whole life into a suitcase and run for the bus. I decided to gift a whole load of summer clothes and toiletries to the cleaning ladies at the hotel, I was going into Winter anyway and I knew very well that my suitcase was well and truly over the weight limit…… So much over my suit case handle snapped on the way to the bus stop…..Thank goodness I had a helping hand…..I made it to the bus with literally no seconds to spare, threw my suitcase on the bus and pretty much myself…. No time for tears just a quick ‘See ya later’ and I was on my way to the airport…….

I didn’t think that leaving Ibiza after a good 3 months of being there would have had me so emotional to leave, I thought I would be happy and ready to go….But as I sat on the plane staring out of the small window thinking of my time in Ibiza, the people I have met, the beaches, the dance floors, the hang overs….Watching the island become a small speck of land in the distance I couldn’t hold back the tears…..Why am I crying, I am a grown woman pull yourself together…… Oh yeah no sleep and probably still drunk!

Luckily waiting for me at the other end in London was my cousin Mark and a big cup of coffee…. Mark and I head out for dinner and an Ibiza debrief in Reading (Sounds like Red-ing, my new temporary home) then go for a few quiet drinks with Marks’ friends……. A dance floor or two later and I am crawling into bed at 4am!

Welcome to the UK!

#Miss Shivers

What could be even better than spending your birthday in Ibiza with your brother?…. Having one of your favourite most amazing best friends from back home turn up in Ibiza the very next day!… It was perfect timing as I’d just said goodbye to my brother Matt and it also was the first time since being away that I had gotten a bit sad, I told Matt it was because I had something in my eye but we both know that’s not true because I’m a sook and I don’t know when I’ll next see him…. Could be another year from now!

So as soon as Miss Shivers (Siobhan) got off that bus I couldn’t wait to give her a hug and begin our 2 day Ibiza bender!

We warmed up the day with some beers on the beach at Cala Tarida with my flat mate Juliet… A few hours of sun and booze, we headed back home to get ready for the Sunset. Thinking we had plenty of time…. Three girls using one bathroom I think not… There we are three hysterical girls running down the road towards the sunset to make it just in time to see the sun go down. We walked along the strip and into Savannahs for the Glitter Box Pre-party where Joey Negro was DJ-ing and Siobhan made it her mission to get photos with all DJ’s and get in the DJ box… She did not disappoint!……Few jugs of sangria later we headed to get some dinner before making our way to the club Amnesia for ‘Matinee’. It was on our way to dinner that we ran into Alan, our new found friend on the street…. I can’t really tell you a lot about Alan because children may read this blog…. And my parents….. But he was definitely an interesting one!

A quick ride on the disco bus and we are at Amnesia. Amnesia is one of the biggest clubs in Ibiza with two rooms it has a capacity of over 5000 people.‘Matinee’ the night we were going to is a night club experience with a twist at around 3am a show starts on the main stage with the DJ still playing away – just be prepared for anything and everything….. It’s very colourful, insane very out there costumes, lots of girls and guys dancing, I should add very very fit girls and guys dancing it’s enough to make you not want to eat… ever…. There’s acrobatics, drag queens, abs, butts, boobs, balls and a whole lot of nothing being worn!…… This night is so much fun, it definitely caters to the gay community which I just love, means you can dance away and not worry about some creep trying to hit on you…… Oh wait that still happens it’s just less frequent!….. We met a group of lovely guys and ended up just dancing and partying with them, I think they made our night they were so much fun! Rolling in the door at 7am with Hungry Jacks in hand and graciously walked home by my ‘New York New York’, not a bad first night out…..

Next day all feeling just a little dusty we spent the day lounging by the pool which is the best hang over cure…. And prepared us for what was one of the best nights I have had in Ibiza. That afternoon we headed over to Playa Den Bossa to start the frivolities at Bora Bora Beach Club, this is a party that starts early in the morning on the beach and keeps going all night long, it is a must do when in Ibiza. A few drinks at Bora Bora we decided to hit some bars for a little bit of cheap drinking before heading into Space night club.

Walking down the main road of Playa Den Bossa and a guy stops us ‘3.50 euro for a drink and a shot’ we look at the bar and it is nothing special, in fact it looked really bad but there were still quite a few people in there, so couldn’t be that bad….. It’s my fault as Siobhan and Juliet did not want to go in there but all I heard him say was ‘3.50 euro for a drink and a shot’ we were just paying 9 euro for 1 drink so this was a bargain, how could we refuse as I drag the girls inside……. Well the shot was of course watered down peach schnapps and the drink, well the drink was a mixture of nail polish remover and probably what evil tastes like! Juliet was smart enough not to order anything as Siobhan and I looked at each other, we knew what had to be done ‘She went to go to heaven but she went the other way she went down down down down’….. Something must have been in that drink because we didn’t leave, we ordered more!……. Which was also about the same time a group of eight guys pulled up chairs at the table next to us…….A few more drinks later, of what I am certain was not just alcohol and we made friends with the table of eight guys from Manchester and all headed to Space together for ‘We Love Sundays’…… I managed to get us on guest list by telling a small fib about where I worked, he thought I was lying and I was, yet I still convinced him to get us in for free!

‘We Love Sundays’ at Space is a great night, such a mixed crowd and always has a really good line up of DJ’s. Tonight’s main headliner was Groove Armada and I didn’t really know what to expect from them but WOW they were unreal, I wish my phone hadn’t died so I could have recorded them as they just killed it….. Juliet ended up leaving early on and Siobhan and I just partied with our new mates from Manchester who bought us drinks all night. It was just such a fun night full of laughs, dancing, drinking and great music…. And Hello new best friends buying us drinks, plus the bar tender loved us she kept giving us sneaky shots of vodka & telling us not to tell anyone! Ooopsie!…… It was getting to that time of the morning where those vodka shots were taking their toll and Siobhan and I were running for the last disco bus back to San Antonio, one of the guys Simon wanted to come back to San Antonio with us and party on, I don’t think he wanted the night to end…..It was like a scene from a movie…. Siobhan and I are standing at the bus door as Simon is holding onto our hands whilst the bus is slowly driving away….. Whole bus cheering and yelling for us to hurry up!……..

Siobhan and I stumble home and as we get to the front door, Siobhan starts taking off her shoes…. ‘I’ve had enough of these shoes, they kill my feet I don’t want them anymore’…. I start to chant ‘On the roof, On the roof!’…. Nobody can resist a chant and sure enough Siobhan flings her shoes onto our neighbours roof….. We could not stop laughing!

The next morning I wake up and Siobhan has half an hour to get to the bus, I try to gently wake her…. Siobhan’s arms flying as she whips off her eye mask ‘Oh my god I’ve missed my flight, I’ve missed my flight!’ she screams….. I can’t stop laughing as I tell her ‘No you haven’t, but you have 30 mins to get to the bus stop or you will!’

Saying Goodbye to Siobhan was just as bad as saying Goodbye to my brother, I was fighting back the tears but she gave me some amazing words that I’ll never forget and I’m so lucky to have such a wonderful friend in my life who came and partied all the way across the other side of the world…. And now everyday when I look out my window there will always be a little piece of Siobhan here with me in Ibiza!

#Since Siobhan leaving her departing gift on the roof, a few other additions have been made to the Roof of Memories….. My room mate Harriet’s Angel singlet, a few bangles and necklaces of mine and what looks to be someone’s unwanted kebabs…..