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So here's my write up about Ibiza and Global Gathering
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| deslyn |
Ok everyone so sit back, relax and smoke a bowl for this....I apologize in advance that this is going to be pretty long, more along the lines of a manuscript. But my life is never dull and it seems to never go as planned.
To start off, I went to Giant Village got completely drunk, ended up leaving about half past 1 am, went to Mike Lords and passed out. Woke up at 6:45 am, still alittle drunk, hopped into a cab and off to Avalon till about 8:30 am. Left back over to Mikes, grabbed my stuff and headed to the airport.
My flight path was to London Heathrow, then to Barcelona and finally Ibiza. I flew American to LHR, had a quick layover and off to Barcelona. What was suppose to be another quick layover turned out to be a 4 hour layover at Barcelona airport. Didn't know when we were flying to Ibiza, and the agents couldn't OR wouldn't really tell me why a 30 minute flight was delayed for 4 hours. So then I thought to myself, "I have feeling this trip is going to be interesting for me." Not to mention I forget my phone charger in my car and converters at home back in San Diego. I tried to find a converter but it was useless and a sidekick charger in Barcelona, forget it.
At about 12 am, we finally bored the plane (my flight was booked for 8:30 pm, I arrived into Barcelona at 6pm) and fly over to Ibiza. I didn't get in until about 1 am, I was like, "yes finally! I vacation for myself." I collect my luggage, hopped into a cab and off to my hotel which I thought I booked online until I get there and find out it never went through. So it's about 1:45am, no hotel booking and I asked them to put me up for a night and I'll sort in the morning. By this time, my phone is on one bar of battery, delayed flight, no booking (it only gets better!). I ended up meeting these two guys from LA and they asked me to go to Pacha. I checked into my room, had a thought of thinking I could either stay in for the night, or go to Pacha......................I went to Pacha. I met these guys in the lobby when they were on their way out so I didn't go with them. I got dressed, grabbed a cab and off to Pacha. I didn't have a ticket so I bought one from some chick for 30 euro, walked in, it was sooooo insanely packed and chaotic that I couldn't even make it into the main room. It was nuts, I stood behind the dj booth for 5 minutes, realized I couldn't handle the pushy, sweaty, cracked out crowd, turned around and left!!! I went back and went to sleep.
Next morning, I got up, dressed and walked around to find another hotel. I didn't realize I was so close to Space, and I managed to check into a cheaper hotel that was literally 5 minutes from Space walking. Went back to the first hotel, ate breakfast and ran into the American boys in the lobby. We chatted abit and they ended up telling me they had no idea what it was known for (IBIZA) and all they heard about was the parties. Didn't know a single thing about EDM, DJ's, clubs, history of Ibiza, nothing. Typical BH boys who party @ mood and Element. I said, "what are you doing here then!" I was dumbfounded a bit, almost alittle irritated by what they told me, they even asked me, "is this type of scene in LA?" I was like, "oh honey........" LOL wow! I decided to educate them a bit and take them to Bora Bora for some fun in the sun, chillen. We chilled there all day talking, they were cool guys just definitely needed to be schooled abit on the whole scene. As the day went on the beach was getting pretty packed. We ended up leaving and I went back to my hotel to take a nap. By this time my phone was completely dead, had no internet access and I wasn't sure if I was stressing about it or actually enjoyed the peace, luckily I wrote down some numbers before it went dead.
I actually met a guy on myspace a couple weeks prior to me going to Ibiza and coincidently enough (I swear it was completely coincidental) when we were messaging eachother back and forth, the last minute he asked what I was doing, I told him I was going to Ibiza for a holiday and he said he was too and we should meet up. He was from England and he was going with loads of people. So I took his number down and we had texts back and forth saying, "this is kind of weird you know....better not be some freak....blah blah blah" (right before I flew into Ibiza and right before my phone went dead). I phoned him from the hotel and we arranged to meet in Ibiza town for some drinks and then to Pacha with his whole group. So I decided to watch Syriana on my computer until about midnight while dance music is blasting outside my hotel balchony. Once that was finished, I hopped into the shower, got dressed and headed to Ibiza town. I thought, "ok he's with loads of people and it's totally public, we already established it is a bit strange for me to meet him on a island but it!" I get out of the taxi walk to the bar, meet everyone and turns out he's with MIKE SKINNER from The Streets! He's their videographer and Mikes' relative. HOLY !!! LOL I thought this was mad. We all drink a couple drinks and walk over to Pacha, walk right in thanks to Mike's connection with Jade Jagger, had a few drinks and the guy ended up being really cool, infact the whole lot of them. We stayed for a while, it was Defected night so not too packed, we were all alittle trashed and ended up leaving around 5am. From there, everyone went back to the villa they were staying at in San Antonio and I went back to chill and grab my stuff. I ended up going over there and we all did absolutely nothing the entire day and lounged around this incredible villa. It was AWESOME!!!!
In the evening, I told the guy I had a friend flying in in the early hours of the morning and he was gonna stay at my hotel and check into his hotel in the morning. My friend Rob, was coming from SD and he told me he was flying in Wed night, but he actually flew in Tues night so we were both in Ibiza I didn't know it. So me and Spencer (the english guy) go back to my hotel to wait for my friend who told me he was flying in. Well...............we go back around 11 pm, go the store and buy alcohol, sat in my room till about 2 am getting wasted and waiting for Rob. Finally I call him at 2 am and he's like, "I'm at Pacha! I got in yesterday, come to Pacha!" I'm thinking I came back for nothing waiting around and poor Spencer is just cruising along. I told Rob once he leaves Pacha to text Spencers phone and we'll meet him at Space cause it was closer to me, no taxi ride, it was already late. So we sat on my balcony and got wasted till about 6 am and then I said, "ok let s go to space now!" So it's 6 am, I'm on the jack daniels and red bull, make my little portable water bottle of liquor, walk over to Space and the doors are closed. We ended up calling Rob and walked all the way to his hotel at 6:15 am drunk. It's not that close either so thankfully I was drunk and didn't care the distance. We get to his room, drink more and said, "lets go to this club called Love. Went there, it was completely dead, got another drink, 7:30 rolls around and I said, "Let's go to Space!" I was adamant about going to Space.
We got to Space and the first time I went to Ibiza I only went into the terrace, had no idea there was another huge dark room. Well it's there and the vibe was off the hook. All three of us totally wasted had such an awesome time. Of course I jump on a podium and dance, Rob gets on the stage, he's so wasted he FALLS OFF!!! I had no idea he fell off. Spencer and I ended up leaving around 11 am and can't find Rob. I had to check out oy my hotel at noon, so we went back, packed my stuff and took it to Robs hotel. Can't get ahold of him, but I managed to get a key from the front and drop my stuff off. Back to the villa in San Antonio.
Again, back at the villa, didn't do a think but lounge in the pool and soak up the sun. Everyone else went to Ibiza town, Spencer and I went into San An town to go to Mambo. Well my debit card didn't work, so I had to spend 10 euros calling my bank, tell them I'm in Spain and to unblock my card. 2 hours later of searching for cash points, calling my bank and looking for a towel, we got to Mambo. The sunset wasn't happening cause clouds were in the way, BUT I managed to see Deep Dish due their warm up set on the decks. Had a couple of mojitos so Des was buzzin!!!
After that, we grabbed a cab, dropped Spencer off and I went back to the other side of the island to meet Rob. His story that morning was he fell asleep at Space until about 1pm and don't remember hardly anything...........gotta love Rob!! We were on the list for Cream to see Ferry and PVD. We got ready and went outside to get a cab. One thing about Ibiza for those of you who haven't gone. It is dangerous to jump in random cars, but the people there are pretty accommodating when it comes to rides. Some locals will pull over and will offer a ride for same price as taxi, if not cheaper, or even for free depending where you're going. Rob and I caught a ride to Amnesia for 15 euro with this chick and two Italian guys so it was broken Spanish, English, Italian but we all spoke one language "we love house music!"
Got dropped off at Amnesia, got into the guestlist line, stamp on the wrist and up to VIP!!! By this time, Ferry was already tearing up the main room, it was so f*&^ing hot and humid in Amnesia, I was glad we were in VIP and not down on the dance floor cause' I don't know if I could dealt with it. Plus I was drug free and so my tolerance was very low. I drank a bit but I couldn't get drunk because I could feel all the sweat pouring off my body and the humidity was killing my buzz. I guess Paris Hilton was there too, which was funny cause' I was up top looking down at the VIP tables wonderig who the tall blonde dancing like a weirdo was....................it was Paris. lol
After Ferrys' set was finished, we went into the terrace and that place was going off! OMGosh guys, if I can explain the scene and how phenomenol it was, people everywhere. Rob was talking loads of photos and I was dancing around doing the robot in my white dress and gogo boots, the ground was so slippery that I was sliding everywhere busting out with the moon walk!! hehe At about 4:30 I left Rob at the club and headed over to the villa where there was a bunch of people still up getting faded. I finally passed out about 5:30 am out in the cabana, but woke up around 10:00 am! I had to get a cab back to Playa d'en Bossa, pack my stuff so I woudn't miss my flight at 2pm.
THIS IS WHERE HITS THE FAN!!!!...........................
It's 11:30 am and I say bye to Rob who's totally exhauseted from the night before, hop into a cab to the airport, get to the airport to find out Barcelona airport is shut down and no flights can go in or out of Barcelona indefinitely. My airline agents won't help, they were USELESS. I got sent to 5 differnt desks and agents, ticketing office, a different airline, waited in long lines for them to say, "Sorry we can't do nothing!" I was so pissed off, I left and went back to the hotel, and went to the beach for a bit cause I was so irritated. I wasted time at the airport trying to get help or diverted, but nothing. I ended up going back to the airport to only be told to stand in another line and another, "sorry we can't help you" phrase. I was loosing it, "you're flying to Barcelona, that's your flight!" I said, "this is not my problem, your job is to fly me somewhere else, fly me to Madrid, I'm on a biz class ticket on BA, get me somewhere and I will sort it"....OMG the women there were useless. After arguing with the agent, she finally booked me on a 9am flight to Barcelona. I went back to the hotel, got ahold of my travel agent on the little battery that I had on my computer (and the hotel Rob was staying at had wireless) he booked me on a flight from BCN to LHR so I thought,"Ok I'm not in London tonight, but I should be fine tomorrow, it will be ok"....but was it???
I wasted an ENTIRE day, 100 euros of taxi rides to and from the airport, calling people on the public phones at Ibiza airport when I could of been somewhere else on the island. That was the first time I felt I did NOT wanna be on the island no more. Friday night I didn't end up doing anything, because Rob was totally passed out, slept the entire day in the room (I'm talking 10 hours) and Spencer and his crew were on Fromentera (smaller island nex to Ibiza). I ended up finally hooking up with him later that evening so fed up, we smoked joints on the beach while I was venting!!! Ended up going back to the villa and chillen that night, had to get up at 7am to get to the airport for my 9 am flight.....you think it was over??? Hell no.
Next morning, I get a cab to the airport, go to check in to find out all flights to Barcelona are delayed, and they don't know when we will fly. Then we get told to go to this check in desk, then that check in desk......it was an absolute nightmare. I get to the desk and they are telling me abunch of BS.......my bags get checked in but we don't know when we were actually boarding. So I'm wandering around the airport, my friend in London was expecting me that Friday, but thanks to Barcelona airport and Spaniar I never made it. By this time it's noon and I'm waiting in the boarding area, I look at the monitor and it says "Ibiza-LGW 14:15 pm" on a low budget airline, I look at my watch it's 12:15 am, I exit the departing area, run over to the foreign office and ask if there are anymore seats, 5 left. I book one but I have to pay cash, so I run to the atm and pull out 130 euro for a low budget airline ticket. I go to Spanair and tell them to get my bag out of the BCN load, they retrieve it, I go check into Monarch airlines which is like flippin' Jetblue. I fly this airline to LGW which is 1) not the airport I wanted to fly into 2) I booked a car at LHR to drive up to Global 3) I had to pay 130 euros for a low budget seat. At 13:50 we finally bored this flight and I can honestly say I was more then happy to get off the island which I shouldn't of been.
I land at Gatwick at 16:40, go thru customs, wait for my luggage, I had to go hire another car from another car company even though my booking is in the computer, National couldn't give me a car cause it was a different location. So I hired the smallest car, run back into the airport and buy a uk pay as you go phone. It's 6 pm Sat, I was pissed of the whole entire situation, I get ahold of my friend who was driving Above and Beyond to Global and I was meant to go with them. He's like, "wtf are you doing at Gatwick?" He plans on leaving at 8pm, I said, "Dude, I'm not even gonna go there, you have no idea what I've been thru. I'll be at Global by 8 pm" and for those who know me, when I say I will be somewhere by a certain time, I WILL be there by that time!! Global is in Stratford, very close to Birmingham and I am at Gatwick, I always make my mark. Good thing I know where I'm going and driving on the opposite side is cake to me, so I'm in the fast lane, poor hire car is this 3.5 cylinder box on donut wheels, pedal to the floor, I'm listening to GG live on Radio 1, there's BMW's, Audis and Mercs in the fast lane going about 100 + mph, and there's me in the midst of it with a car that shouldn't be going that speed flying to GG. I started laughing at myself.
7:45 including a 10 min stop, I'm in the parking lot of GG, no traffic, breeze thru. I get there to find out my VIP pass didn't get sorted cause this year they were being anal about it this year cause last year I was full VIP access, to the fullest! Not this year though......I buy my ticket, FINALLY meet my friend, tell him about my whole ordeal, meet up with loads of people including Jono, Tony, Guy Ornadel, Mark Eteson......etc...A & B are ready to split and I'm there cruising around by myself but I didn't care cause I was finally there!!! I had a few drinks, it was twice more packed then last year, insane crazy!! Fat Boy Slim was on the beach stage, crowds going nuts, tons of crazy outifts, all walks of life. I ended up going to Gods kitchen and that was my place the rest of the night!!!! My phone runs out of credit so I'm barrowing random peoples phone to text Mark Eteson (gods resident DJ, keep your eyes out for him). Meanwhile I'm up in the front while Ferry is going nuts again, it's hot and sweaty, I'm draining fluids from my body. I managed to get drunk alittle but I didn't want to get too obligerated cause I was by myself. Finally, I meet up with Mark, he comes to rescue me from weirdos at the bar. I ended up chillen with him and his producer friend on the side of gods COMPLETELY SOBER. A & B manager ended up staying after A & B left so I told him I'd give him a ride back to London when we were all ready. Mark was closing the Gods tent, so I stayed to watch it. 6 am, I leave with James and a couple other people back to W. London. I dropped them off at the tube station and drove to my friends house, told him about the night, took a nap, woke up, ate pizza, and went back to sleep. I was totally exhausted.
The next few days in London I didn't do much, I was only there for a couple days and I finally had my computer back so I sat at my friends office checking all my voicemails, and emails, met some cool people doing managing and promoting for aritsts and djs'. I got to meet the freestylers at a music video set, talked about Spundae and Avalon, small world.
Thurs morning, I went to LHR, a bit bummed I didn't get to see half my friends, checked into Virgin Atlantic, sat in the lounge till boarding, and I didn't know anything about Virgin Atlantic because it was my first time flying them, so I booked biz class, but it's "upper class" and I ended up sitting in the front of the plane, where they were all men. LOL I was like, "Jeezus Des........." And no I'm not made of money, but I work hard and this trip was suppose to be my treat to myself, calm and relaxing and including nice flights. Unfortuntely it didn't turn out the way I planned but flying "upper class" made my trip a bit more calmer, but now I have a bill I will be paying for some time. Oh well, in the end, at least I had a story to tell and it will never be forgotten.
Note to self: " next year I'm spending a week in Ibiza, avoid going to Ibiza via Barcelona, make sure hotel is booked, and bring charger for camera to capture this whole adventure!!"
Thanks for reading and learn some tips....haha GLOBAL WAS OFF THE HOOK!:toocool: :crazy: |
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| Xtracktor |
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wow...A+ for that! That would have literally been hell for me (Everything in my life is planned ahead, even my life :toothless), I find it crazy how you ran into all these people! Glad to have you back on the west coast though :) |
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| Orbital32 |
| wow! that is some trip! Sorry to hear that you had such a bad time with travel arragnements. Glad you were able to make it to GG! That's pretty cool! I take it you didn't see Daft Punk though! doh! too bad you weren't able to take pics, i would really like to see them. |
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| ninetyninej |
great write up -- i enjoyed reading it
i was supposed to go to gkgg with my gf and we were even going to get a podpad and stay overnight there for both days but had to cancel last minute
glad you had a nice vacation :) |
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| gehzumteufel |
| damn. crazy happened. any tips for me and my buddy who are planning on going to ibiza next summer for like a week and then go to a few other places in eu. |
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| ivanbee |
| quote: | Originally posted by deslyn
sit back, relax and smoke a bowl for this.... |
way ahead of you
that is so cool you got to kick it with mike skinner. i'm jealous! :p |
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| PaulCky411 |
| reminds me of when i was in ibiza about a month ago... nothing ever seems to go as planned |
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| gehzumteufel |
| quote: | Originally posted by PaulCky411
reminds me of when i was in ibiza about a month ago... nothing ever seems to go as planned |
lol. i think the key is when traveling dont have a schedule planned by the minute. |
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| Boomer187 |
sounds fun :P
and boooo no camera |
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| MR STROKE |
good read:cool:
how much does a trip like this cost?2000-4000$??
by the way you are very brave for making that intire trip BY YOURSELF!
I don't know anyone that could do that.... |
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| Protege |
| quote: | Originally posted by MR STROKE
good read:cool:
how much does a trip like this cost?2000-4000$??
by the way you are very brave for making that intire trip BY YOURSELF!
I don't know anyone that could do that.... |
Seriously, I dont even like to go to the local clubs by myself.
Crazy story though but at least you didnt have to fly into/out of London this week. |
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| gehzumteufel |
| quote: | Originally posted by MR STROKE
good read:cool:
how much does a trip like this cost?2000-4000$??
by the way you are very brave for making that intire trip BY YOURSELF!
I don't know anyone that could do that.... |
a regular non business class ticket is 1100 or more and thats just to LHR (london heathrow). you would still need to get to ibiza but there are many low budget airlines in europe now. tickets for GG $400usd.. space 20Euros..so total cost is probably right around 2300-2500 or so if not doing business class and all that. i am going to try to take 1-2k when i go. ill be meeting up with a friend when i get there so i wont be alone either. |
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