All the ladies in the house, get in line for the bathroom! (V)

I feel like I’ve lingered this story a bit too long… so I’m going to resume the other days in this last post…

By the forth day, I was drinking two coffees and two or three cans of RedBull a day. Something had to compensate the lack of sleep! I don’t think I mentioned, but, against all odds, Ibiza is not an expensive place to be in. The prices were very close to the ones home, so I paid a visit to the supermarket two or three times a day, mostly for water and drinks. This was, also, the last night the guys came to spend in Pladja del Bossa.

On saturday we had planned to go to Formentera, Ibiza’s little sister. So we all woke up early (that means we hardly got to sleep 3 or 4 hours – for the lucky ones) to catch the boat.  We spend there the whole day, on the beach, having fun and  staring at the yachts  in the small golf.  The beach was incredible! Really beautiful! I liked it a lot. The bad part was that we came unprepared, no food, no water… and the return boat was earliest at 4:30 in the afternoon.  So we spent the whole afternoon in the sun, which wasn’t really a smart thing (for me, at least), because, asides the skin burns we all suffered, I also got fever and, just as I set foot in San Antonio for the first time, I had to go back to the hotel because of it. The boys were really nice and paid my cab fare.

Sunday night was probably the craziest night of all. Not probably, surely.  I might have forgot to tell you, but this is the right time to repeat it. The island was “split” in two. In Pladja del Bossa, spanish, italian and german. In San Antonio, the english. So, on Sunday, I went to San Antonio, to see how they party. The boys had already checked out all the bars and clubs that were open the whole night, so we knew exactly where we would go that night. First, we went to Cafe del Mar. Yes, that Cafe del Mar. Unluckily for me, I missed the sunset… I would post a photo though, if my computer hadn’t broken a few days ago… (I’m using HERS).  So we had some drinks on the beach, they explained to me how things went on that part of the island and we went for “The street”. That’s the street where all the little clubs are.  We got there around 1. At least half of the people there were already seriously drunk already. Not that we wouldn’t get there, but it will take a few more hours and around 150 more shots of vodka.  Or more.

Two things I feel like mentioning.  First, in one of the clubs, there was this boy, I wouldn’t give him more than 15-16 years, dead drunk… He hugged and kissed all the guys, before coming to tell me ( not just with voice, but also with signs ) how much he loves me! I wasn’t that impressed, so he moved to the girl next to me. Later on, I found him in the ladies bathroom. I told him that he should go out, unless he could prove he is a lady.  At which moment he looked at me with a very serious face: ” I ain’t no lady! I got balls! “

Soul City… maybe the most crowded club on the street.  A lot of black guys, too.  And I mean black! Not like african-american black, but black, black, black! But some of them looked reaaaaaally fine! But I will never forget the atmosphere that was in there when I entered.  The club was filled, people dancing everywhere, in front, on the counter, three drunk english teenagers, in their underwear, danced and screamed from the top of their lungs, backing up the DJ : “All the ladies in the house, get in line for the bathroom!” …

The End.  Or is it?