Ivan, Lil Dave and I woke up at 9:40 am on July 5, 2012. We packed everything up and left the Airbnb apartment in Limehouse. We don’t think the lady who owned the house liked us too much – she seemed rather keen to ‘get the door for us’ as we were heading on the way out. I think its because every time she looked in our room it was in a mess- well not messy in our eyes, but messy compared to the rest of their ‘everything has its place’ flat.
On the way to the airport, we went to the Wahaca located in the Westfield mall in Stratford. Ivan and I shared lots of great Mexican food like broad ben and feta burrito, guacamole and a big salad. Lil Dave had a banana burrito. It was all really tasty and made a nice change from standard Mexican fare.
We headed to the bus headed for the airport. We had to wait awhile until the 3 pm bus. The bus left at 3 pm. There’s free wi-fi on the bus, but for some reason it stopped working after a few minutes.
At the airport, we had to try to get our luggage to be 15 kg – we only had one suitcase between two of us. We transferred lots of stuff to our carry-on, but we still had too much. We ended up paying for the extra weight…..not a good start to our Ibiza vacation…
We boarded the plane and left at 5:20 pm. Ivan and I didn’t sit by each other since the flight was sold out. I ended up sitting in between an English guy and a South African guy. The plane was filled mostly of British people…just like Ibiza really….
I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t for some reason. I kept reading Now You See Her by James Patterson and Michael Ledwidge. It’s so good, I couldn’t stop reading it! I was trying to think of ideas for a book. I would love to write a book, maybe a detective novel.
I’ve never seen so many people drink on a plane. Girls were singing and saying ‘Woo Woo’ like people do in nightclubs. It was a party plane. Most of the plane clapped when the plane landed. I’m just glad we didn’t land early or the stupid horse finishing music would play – Ryanair always plays it to congratulate themselves for being on time.
Our plane arrived at 8:50 pm with Spain being an hour ahead.
Immigration was easy for the Brits – the officers were looking that their passport was EU and just waved them through without stamping it. I’m surprised the Spanish were even awake to stamp passports – usually we land in Spain and there’s nobody at the Customs booth. I had to wait in the No EU line which wasn’t long. The officer didn’t even say anything to me. He just took my passport stamped it and then scanned it. I would have done it the other way around.. but no biggie.
Ivan already got our luggage so we headed outside to find the bus waiting area. Unfortunately, the next bus to San Antonio wouldn’t be coming for 30 minutes. Ivan thought we should take a taxi cab instead. A guy asked if we were headed to San Antonio as well. We said yes and he asked if we could share a cab.
So, we got a cab to San Antonio. The guy was from Tenerife, but he lived in Kent, England. He was speaking to the cab driver in Spanish, and spoke to him like he was a long lost friend who had lots of catching up to do …oh if only we understood Spanish!
We checked in to our room at Hostal Mari. It was a basic room with free wi-fi.
We got ready and then headed out for dinner.
We walked down West End street which is filled with young people and so many bars. I saw lots of muscles and scantily clad British girls.
We walked along the water and found Stephan. I’m sure we’ve been here before. Ivan and I each got the special of seafood paella with sangria.
The paella was lovely!
We walked around Ibiza recognizing all the places from last time like Café Mambo and the square where we watched Spain win the World Cup. It was lovely night with great weather. So many girls where really short shorts showing their butt cheeks. Some shouldn’t be wearing them. I felt overdressed.
We headed back to the hotel to get some rest.