Okaaaay so I haven’t written my aforementioned “Italy and its Beautiful Everything” blog yet… or anything on England but I’m under strict instructions to write about Ibiza “before the buzz wears off” or before I sleep. Well, I haven’t slept yet and the buzz is nowhere near gone so here we go. Today has been a long day of transit from Ibiza to Valencia after what has quite literally a week of no sleep. I’m really tired and I might employ a large amount of fowl language as a result (perhaps it will add to the authenticity of the blog post) but if you’re a family member or friend who has preconceived me to be some angel who never swears it’s probably best you stop reading now, I’d prefer you to think that of me, so yeah please stop if you like good girl Marley.
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Gone? Aight.
I am, so delirious.. Enjoy!
Day 1:
We arrived by ferry from Mallorca at 11 am and spent quite an amount of time looking for our hotel near the port only to realise that it was over the mountain and we had to catch a taxi. The directions we had didn’t detail terrain. That was a great start. It was really hot. We finally got to the hotel and it was seriously, right on the beach. Luscious. Yeah. The apartment was really nice. Quite spacious and we had a balcony that overlooked the pool and a view of the ocean. Check it!
Livin’ it? Yeah, kinda… It was pretty luscious. I’m averaging about 5 euros a day on food to pay for nice beds. Mind you I barely gave the apartment the time of day because I just wanted to be on the beach, the water looked, and was, so beautiful! I’ve embraced the ‘European’ swimming costume. Yay! Tits out for the boys! … No. No. No no… none of that. Absolutely nothing to do with that.. I’m part islander so I’m naturally quite tanned and since I don’t go topless at beaches in Australia, the girls don’t get much sun… I’m sick of having fluorescent boobs basically and I thought Ibiza seemed an appropriate place to begin the decrease in the comparative colour scheme of my tan. They’re still really white. Yeah…
Kay anyway drinking time! Millie and I bought a few red bulls, 1 litre of white rum for 4 euros, a litre of sangria for 2 euros (don’t ever do that, ever) and some pineapple juice to start the night! Aaaat 4 pm. We had another 9 hours until we intended to get to the club. 9 hours of drinking is never a bad idea and always fun, right? Right. Right… Um well yes when you’re in Ibiza. Kay the club! We decided to go to Space as it was the cheaper of the super popular clubs to go to (€35 entry fee)… it was really fun, the DJs got better as the morning (it was the AM after all) continued. There were all these fancy dressed dancers on stilts and at one point a sheet was pulled over the whole crowd so we were all sort of in this cubby house dance room tent thing… and the dry ice machines! They filled the room frequently… That was pretty cool. Okay so at about 4:30 am our little group split in half, Ricky and I stayed on dancing until closing (6 am) and the others went to sleep. The stumble home was interesting. All the cruise ships in the port were lit up and looked really beautiful against the lightening sky… and when we’d walk passed them, we realised that bushes were being utilised as early morning post-club-pick-up bedrooms.
Let’s pretend that sunrise marks the end of day 1 and the start of day 2… even though no sleep had been had.
Day 2:
Well Marley thought it’d be a nice idea to watch the sunrise. Turns out it most definitely was. It was beautiful. I found myself a nice little place to sit at the end of some rocks coming out from the beach. A lady and her two dogs walked to where I was also and she asked me in Spanish if I spoke Spanish… I said I didn’t, but it didn’t matter to her. She shrugged her shoulders, said something that I’m assuming was along the lines of “Oh, that’s okay” and she sat down on a rock next to me, lit up a cigarette and watched the sunrise with me. It was really nice actually. It didn’t matter that we didn’t speak the same language, we were both there just to watch the sunrise and it was nice to share it with someone I guess. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. Here’s a nice little photo I took of her and her puppies:
For the rest of the day I just lazed on the beach. It was pretty great. Then in the evening Millie and I went on a dinner date and watched the season finale of Offspring BEST EPISODE EVER OMG I cried so much. We had decided that because of our exhaustion and budget that we wouldn’t go clubbing this night (…worst idea ever) so we went out and bought snacks and planned to watch “Despicable Me”… buuuuut then we bumped into an Aussie named Rob who insisted we went and drank with him and his mates Chris and Mark. So we did, and after a few laughs and much effort they succeeded in convincing us to go to the club Amnesia for €45 to see Above and Beyond do a set…good job sleeping and not spending money, Marley… anyway it was very much worth it. Did I mention I still hadn’t slept? I was running on my 40th hour by this point. Who’s a tank? Marley’s a tank. This club was ridiculous. That’s the only word I have for it. It was huge. It was as if someone had gutted a factory and then turned it into a party building. I thought the night before was pretty neat… This was just stupidly amazing. Just… look at it:
Yeah… and by the time we left Amnesia I had been awake for a solid 50 hours… and for a short vegan… it was a bit… well… stupid.
I’ll be healthy next… year.
Sorry mum… sorry dad. But let’s be honest here, I’m an angel compared to you guys in your teens. Don’t try to deny it… Love you…
Day 3:
On 2 hours sleep, checked out. Beach. 30 minute taxi to the port, 5 hour ferry to Denia, 3 hour bus to Valencia, 1 hour walk to find our hostel.
It was really funny walking around the ferry, everyone on it was so out of it. There were people sleeping everywhere! ❤ Ibiza. People just can’t handle no sleep like I can.
Alright now you know how much fun I had and how much my body hates me. I’d like to think you had a few laughs throughout, but statistics prove that I’m not actually that funny and I’m guessing that a lot of you stopped reading this about 8 paragraphs ago… in which case I’m talking to no one…
Awwww yay I didn’t use any fowl language! Okay I NEED TO SLEEP. MY GOD. GOODNIGHT.
OH WAIT! Before I forget, Nicole bought me a pair of underwear… because i’m collecting underwear… y’know, instead magnets, tea towels and tee-shirts from places I visit… Check out my Ibiza ones!!! I don’t think you guys will be able to handle this jelly.
Sorry it’s backwards I don’t know how to fix that and I’m too tired to try and work it out. And you can’t see the heart! It’s meant to say “I ❤ this fucking island”.
Yep. That just happened. Marley’s underwear is on the internet now. Please don’t judge me. While we’re here though, these are my Spain ones, I bought them in Barcelona right after Spain thrashed Italy in the Euro 2012 Final:
Yeah… Kay bye!
inner-logue. 