Saturday, 25 October 2014


The Phoenicians named the port on this Balearic island Ibossum, dedicated to the Egyptian God of music and dance Bes,  In 654BC the Island of Ibiza had a destiny. The" Party Island" has seen plenty of change over the years Cataginians, the Romans, the Moors, and then the Catalans, now over 6 million visitors pass through Ibiza airport annually, most of them between June and September, at the end of the season parts of the clubbing town are wrapped and "tumble weed rolls through the streets" (says J),
Were staying in the old part of town at the end of the street the fortified wall of the Dalt Vila rise, we walk through the ancient arched tunnels as we meander through the town, and off the terrace we look into the ancient Necropolis walled off but we can see the skeletons lying in their dug out resting places, Ibiza was used as burial grounds by the Cartaginians perhaps because at the time it lacked animals that would dig up the dead. Ibiza is more than a party island and so much more historical and Spanish then I expected.
We're on Ibiza time now, slow to rise after a late early morning bedtime, no one rises before lunchtime and the day is relaxed and slow, a drift into the streets to get a coffee, we explore J&J new work space and make our way to the beach to meet friends, the water is warm and so clear and the various club send their promotion dancers to look bored and awkward in their sequin swimsuits to entice us to club with them tonight.
We pick the kids up from water world, we can't all fit into the car so three of us decide to walk which is fantastic, popping into pumping beach scenes for an ale and wiggle, pause to watch transvestite dancers, dancers with nipples decorated with tassles perform, past volleyball games and quiet beach scenes, we select our super yacht from the port, clamber over the rocks to ladies beach (the rocky beach where the Ladies could white sand for them!) Its warm and time has no meaning, thats Ibiza....

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