At the ripe old age of 60, like many, I hope to be a cool, slightly hippy granny living in Ibiza town with a flurray of felines and a million dollar tan. In my two trips to this beautiful island, I have seen both young and old alike. So what has given this party-capital its sordid reputation and more importantly; does it deserve it? Firstly, drugs are everywhere, I would be a rich lady if I had a euro for every person I saw who appeared to be chewing on a very challenging chicken bone with pupils so large they resembled black holes. However, due to films such as Kevin and Perry Go Large- an epic film (all they want to do is “do it”- Ibiza being their dream holiday destination as “all horny girls go to Ibiza”) and the drug culture that has arisen, Ibiza has earnt itself a somewhat ‘get drugged-up and loved-up’ reputation. Some of you may already be on easy-jet booking your one way tickets out there however if you do go, don’t forget that like any other culture, it has a past, a history and some beautiful elements to it. I was lucky enough to coincidentally find some very Hispanic (and consequently beautiful) flamingo dancers in a bar in San Josep whilst I was happily sipping on one too many Pina Coladas. It certainly made me think about and take a moment to enjoy not only the clubbing culture but also the stunning Spanish culture. The churches are ripe with history and character (not to mention free with a night at David Guetta’s “Fuck Me I’m Famous” now costing a sky-soaring 70 euros just to have the privilege of walking into the place) and a stroll up-to Ibiza old town will undoubtedly remind you that there is more to the place than getting a picture taken of you stumbling out of a taxi with lipstick smudged on your face and your knickers half way down your legs- because if you haven’t had one of them, then you SIMPLY HAVEN’T been to Ibiza.
At the ripe old age of 60, like many, I hope to be a cool, slightly hippy granny living in Ibiza town with a flurray of felines and a million dollar tan. In my two trips to this beautiful island, I have seen both young and old alike. So what has given this party-capital its sordid reputation and more importantly; does it deserve it? Firstly, drugs are everywhere, I would be a rich lady if I had a euro for every person I saw who appeared to be chewing on a very challenging chicken bone with pupils so large they resembled black holes. However, due to films such as Kevin and Perry Go Large- an epic film (all they want to do is “do it”- Ibiza being their dream holiday destination as “all horny girls go to Ibiza”) and the drug culture that has arisen, Ibiza has earnt itself a somewhat ‘get drugged-up and loved-up’ reputation. Some of you may already be on easy-jet booking your one way tickets out there however if you do go, don’t forget that like any other culture, it has a past, a history and some beautiful elements to it. I was lucky enough to coincidentally find some very Hispanic (and consequently beautiful) flamingo dancers in a bar in San Josep whilst I was happily sipping on one too many Pina Coladas. It certainly made me think about and take a moment to enjoy not only the clubbing culture but also the stunning Spanish culture. The churches are ripe with history and character (not to mention free with a night at David Guetta’s “Fuck Me I’m Famous” now costing a sky-soaring 70 euros just to have the privilege of walking into the place) and a stroll up-to Ibiza old town will undoubtedly remind you that there is more to the place than getting a picture taken of you stumbling out of a taxi with lipstick smudged on your face and your knickers half way down your legs- because if you haven’t had one of them, then you SIMPLY HAVEN’T been to Ibiza.
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