Well, I promised you 'Ibiza Uncovered'… and by crikey did we uncover it! From the moment we landed in 28 degree heat at 3am, I knew I was going to like this island. Three hours later however, having spent two hours trying to check in, I was just desperate for my bed!
There must have been a faster way of doing it, but at least the receptionist's photocopier broke down so we didn't have to wait for him to photocopy all 15 passports! Yes, we were 15 in number as Rosie and Laura joined Rae and Dan and made us an even more formidable force on the beach and in the bars!
The teenage holiday I never had!
I have to tell you it was a hoot! It was the teenage holiday I never had, even though I was the oldest in our party they treated me as an equal, and we all got on so well. Days were spent laying in the sun on the beach – we comandeered the south quarter and set our sunbeds in a circle so no interlopers could join our party :)
The sea was delicious. Cool, clean and clear, and we all – including Sam – went in and enjoyed the sensation of salt water on sun-kissed skin (through our factor 30, of course!). Jack had a go at wakeboarding (see photo right) and did really well.
The rest of us hid our talents under a bushel and chose the Flying Fish or the Rings. Not a restaurant option but the choice of being forced out of the water on a flatbed of yellow plastic or bounced up and down on a ring of rubber! Hilarious and very good for the forearms!
My first ever Mojito
We took a boat to Calla Bassa Beach and I found that Father Christmas (see photo left) does indeed have a summer job – he drives the boat there and back! It was there that I found the most delightful drink – a Mojito. How could I have lived so many years without tasting one! The boat journey back was so much smoother for it…
Most nights found us by the pool with 6 tables wedged together, enjoying the balmy breezes and the visit from the 'Looky Looky' man – a guy who brought all kinds of weird and wonderful souvenirs (see photo at the top) and fibre optic treats to our table, which we managed to resist for the most part!
We finished the week with a visit to the Cafe Del Mar in San Antonio where we watched the sun set into the sea (see photo right). It took all of 10 minutes for it to slowly sink into the water, and turn from a rich gold colour to a soft red – stunning.
And then before we knew it, we were on the plane and heading back to England where the captain informed us, it was a cool 10 degrees! However, we had all worked up a sweat not just from the landing (which was a tad shaky) but from the endless taxiing to the terminal. I thought we'd missed Gatwick and were on the M25! Some thought we had no brakes but we did eventually come to a rolling stop. The pilot's attempt to parallel park the plane confirmed my suspicions!
We then of course had to walk at least a mile to get back to where our baggage was! Any ideas why they can't park nearer? I think the chap with the orange ping pong bats had gone missing or looked at his watch at the wrong time, sending us off in the opposite direction! Any thoughts? I'm sure you know the answer….
Thanks to them for allowing me to have the holiday I never had when I was their age, and for teaching me in the nicest possible way that there's so much more to House and Garage than the mortgage you usually take out to buy them!
Next year Bognor beckons!
Love Ali xx