When I was a teenager, I was a raver. House music was doofing out of my car, and I worshipped Paul Oakenfeld. Back then, Ibiza was the mecca of clubbing and trans-house. I dreamt of partying here.
Then the TV show ‘Ibiza uncovered’ came out – portraying the island as a Kutaesque filthy hole with paralytic sunburnt English…oh, and I grew out of my rave phase. The desire to visit the island evaporated. I grew up.
Much older and wiser, I’ve landed on Ibiza, and what has been missed is that it’s an incredibly stunning island. Not a jaw-chewing soccer jersey molly’d up git in sight! Just beautiful Cala (beach coves) littering this island (57 in total)…all equipped with mojito beach bars. I’m impressed. It’s quite magical. I can see why it draws people from all over the globe…
To explain this island to an Aussie – I’d say, sprinkle some Mullimbimbi hippies, kind of Byron Bayish, a bit of Bali (sans waves) and smother it with heaps of nudity on a beautiful massive rock in the sea – and you’ve got Ibiza! Very different island to Mallorca. So much younger here, and looser. Bohemians have been drawn to this Island for decades. There’s a sense of freedom – you basically can do whatever you like.
Yes, yes, yes…I know the surf is pumping back home. It’s cold too (sweaty 37 degrees here). Time to come home.