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In the days following the Carl Cox party we had our best opportunity to do a little exploration. We spent full days wandering around each of Playa D’en Bossa, Eivissa and San Antonio. Highlights of our wanderings included stumbling onto a fashion shoot in downtown Eivissa and reenacting a famous moment in Ibiza history not far from Playa D’en Bossa.
After partying Tuesday night at Space we didn’t actually go to a big party again until the following Saturday. Apart from our wanderings most of our time was spent on Bora Bora beach. Our hotel was located a few km’s down the beach from there. Our favourite thing to do would be to walk from our hotel down the beach ending at Bora Bora. Ibiza was the most gorgeous location I have ever been to and walking down the beach felt surreal. It would be hard to imagine a more perfect atmosphere.
One day we just did laps from our hotel down the beach to Bora Bora, in to the town, back to our hotel, refilled our bags with beers, back down the beach to Bora Bora. Repeat.
That was my highlight of the whole trip. As much fun as the parties were, the beach and the Mediterranean was better.
When we would stop to stay at Bora Bora you could either rent the beach chairs for 9 Euros or just bring your own towels and stay there for free, while drinking your own beer.
Being able to sit for free at a beach club while drinking your own beers is awesomeness to its full extent. At night they would eventually put a tarp/wall up around Bora Bora. At this point you were either inside paying for drinks or outside with your own, but up until that point during the day you could stay for free. Bora Bora was the one place that was jam packed with partiers every single day while we were there.
If I had to pick one thing that epitomized Ibiza for me it would be the street walking up to the main entrance of Bora Bora.
It would be full of people with loud music playing either from the apartments above it or the club itself, at all hours of the day.
Saturday
The next party we went to was the Def Mix Party at Pacha on Saturday night. That night was Satoshi Tomei, Hernan Cattaneo and an unnamed dj opening who for the purposes of our story we will call “World’s Worst DJ”. As I mentioned in an earlier post he was remarkably similar to Nevio from Sonic. He would play a decent track, mix it into another track that would probably be one of the top five tracks that you should have mixed that track into (not sure if maybe on Beatport there’s a track’s you should mix this tune into list and he picked from the bottom thinking it was the top but that’s what it sounded like). Then for an extra awesome effect he would just cut the bass out completely, and then at the wrong moment bring it back in completely. He’d turn the volume up really loud, then make it really quiet. Long story short I don’t know how some people get the gigs that they do.
Satoshi was an improvement but would go on strange little tangents. That was ok it would be a perfect time to do a little exploring. My favourite part about Pacha was that you could stand on a stage above the dj booth looking down overtop of the dj and main dance floor, watching everything they were doing.
After my third our fourth 10 Euro 300 ml glass bottle of water Hernan finally came on. Where the earlier parts of the evening lacked, the later parts did not. Hernana was really really good, one of the musical highlights of the trip.
From listening to live sets at home I didn’t know whether to expect the slightly trancier Hernan or the deeper proggier Hernan. I am happy to report that he played super deep chuggy progressive.
A nice capper to the evening was that a lovely Romanian lady named Rose gave us a ride home in her BMW.
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