After partying till 0330 hrs at the various happening places by the Barcelona beach, it was gonna be a herculean task to get everybody ready and reach the airport by 0700 hrs for our flight to the island and party capital of the world - Ibiza! Bhaiyya had bid us adieu yesterday night itself and had returned to India via Rome whereas Rishu had an afternoon flight the same day to Ibiza, so that left Raj, Sid, Swati and me to catch the early morning flight. Surprisingly we made it on time to the airport, enroute absorbing the wonderful sights of the city of Barcelona which we vowed to come back to to do justice to it.
By now it had become a ritual to invite excitement where none existed. We were busy treating ourselves, for reaching on time, to coffee and titbits when we heard the last call to Ibiza. Panicking we picked up our hand luggage's, which were heavier than usual to ensure our checked in luggage didn't get above permissible limits, we started towards our gate A 37. The'perceived' more athletic of the four, Raj and me were asked to sprint ahead with Swati and Sid following us. After sprinting for 5 min, we made a left turn for all the A gates as directed, only to be greeted by a board signaling gates A 39-67. Thinking only 2 gates to cross, we picked up our speed and in the process expending our depleting energy. As the first gate approached I loathed all the days I had missed at the gym, the no. on the gate was 67! Before I could get out of the shock came another final announcement, without breaking my sprint I kept moving ahead leaving Raj a little behind and the other two way far. By the time I reached our gate no. 37, most part on adrenalin, I was sweating and could feel my heart pounding against my chest. The guy at the gate very calmly asked me "4 passports?", panting I replied in affirmative, saying I was the first passport, close behind was the second passport, third passport was just visible over the turning, whereas the fourth passport hopefully was on her way.
We don't remember the two hour flight from Barcelona to Ibiza as we all were catching up on our sleep, until the pilot announced our arrival. The island of Ibiza looked beautiful from the skies. It was surrounded by waters having three shades of blue, with bays and ports holding innumerable white sail boats and yachts. It was 1000 hrs when we took a taxi to our destination which was in the old Ibiza town right in front of the port. Although we were to get the possession of our flat by 1400 hrs we thought we would make a request for early check in. Any such request fell on deaf ears or rather ears which could not comprehend English. We whiled our time around the apartment in the many cafes till it was 1400 hrs and finally got the possession.
After resting till 1800 hrs we picked up Rishu from the bus stop and headed to our first beach; playa d'en bossa. The beach if famous for the club 'borabora' where youngster were dancing in the sands against the backdrop of the late evening sun. All along the beach were restaurants, cafes and clubs which were playing world class music for which Ibiza is famous. The whole area wore a festive atmosphere with odd people approaching, me specifically, for 'stuff'.
Around 2200 hrs we headed back to our apartment. As we reached the old port area we could sense drastic change since we had left. Where there was just one yacht, stood at least a dozen, each better than the other. Crowds had swelled and all the dead cafes were brimming with patrons. But the most surprising was the lane which housed our apartment, we couldn't identify it and when we finally did, I was reminded of a word learned long years ago in biology class - metamorphosis!
From an ugly, leaf chewing, crawling worm it has changed into a colorful, vibrant, flying butterfly. The sight raised our spirits as we soaked in the atmosphere for long before finally ending our day.