Ok so the Ibiza blog is slightly delayed. Tried to get this one done on the last day there but I was having a few issues with my brain working properly...
After rolling into London after a healthy week of 'chilling out' in split (really drinking my head off every night NOTE: cheap red wine tastes better if you drink it straight out of the bottle). I caught up with Chrissy A and was introduced to Petey. At this point it is important to note that Petey has gigantic balls. The introduction to Pete involved us going out on the booze till 3am in London town. I hada spew...
Stansted Airport, Ryan Air and Rebecca Wilson do not go together well.Upon Check in 9kg of s*** out of Bec's backpack had to been transferred to Pete and Chrissy's bags. After this debacle we met Jenny and Elliot, ate a sandwich and we're off to the White Island.
NIGHT ONE: First person we meet is our next door neighbour who is a famous porn star in the UK. Look her up...Daisy Rocks. Excellent start. A few shots of absinth and we're amoungst it in San Antonio. From this point there is a 6 to 8 hour blank spot for all of us. The only evidence is a heap of photos on Bec's camera, like something out of the hangover.
NIGHT TWO: Everyone's dead. Jenny is spewing heaps. I drank about half a bottle of Jack Daniels.
NIGHT THREE: Cafe Del Mar to show the crew the sunset. It didn't disappoint! Followed by Space Night Club on the eve of Chrissy's birthday, highlight: 2 Many DJ's. Very cool.
NIGHT FOUR: Everyone's dead. We drank a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Rum
NIGHT FIVE:Everyone except for me had to fly out. Jenny, Pete and I tackled West End again for a few drinks...There was a strip club involved. Apparently Pete and Jenny had a s*** flight at 2am! Haha - Benny was safely tucked away @ his new hotel: Ibiza Rocks
NIGHT SIX: A day on your own in Ibiza is an interesting thing, I ate chicken, looked on facebook, had a sleep by the pool and then thought...last night here might as well go out for a couple. Back to West end found me at the Amsterdam bar. 2 Jack Daniels in and I met a few pommy lads on a 2 week holiday - I became their token Aussie and hit the nightclubs with them till 4am. They've invited me to their home town for Christmas. HANDY!! 45 minutes sleep and I was off to the airport. Time tackle some serious beer drinking. Here comes Oktoberfest......