Barcelona to Ibiza June 17th 2002.

I took the boat from barcelona port spain on June 17th 2002 to ibiza spain southern port

(capital ibiza city), it was 73 euros and I bought the ticket ahead of time, I bought it from a

tall skinny spanish girl travel agent, she was 5’9" looked like a model with a dark black

mullet hair style (all but her mustash made her a super model) and sexy smile. I wish I could

have taken her with me to ibiza, or that gorgeous bella-russian nightwatchwoman at my hostel

called Angies, 20 euros a night.

I got the ticket, and finally they let us on this giant tub boat, i waited with such

anticipation as this mighty good year blimp was ready to swallow us, with a big smoke stack and

sky deck at the top for 360 views.

I hung out late on the top deck, watched cute spanish girls giggle in such a cute way amongs

themselves, wrestle around a bit and clown around, some spanish guys formed a drum circle and

played for a bit, for it was a smokey memorable sunset, made some short term friends with some

spanish people, smoked some of their herbs and some really good pollen resin hash from

amsterdam, what a wonderful boat trip, when the sun set, the dark sky opened up with evening

colors, and then vivid ocean stars looked down upon us, the smoke stack at the center of the

boat was roaring and carving its way across the spanish celestial sky, smoking to the heavens.

I went to my room, 4 bunk beds, met promoters for ibiza clubs, made small talk, chit chatted,

promised Id go to their parties and never saw them again after the boat arrived and we departed

- intensionally, The cabin on the boat was tight, clean and hummed, aircon was on, we all slept

into the humming darkness of the belly of this great sea beast, sunlight cracked through the

misty airplane manhole window looking out across the eternal waters in this tight but

futuristic looking room. We rustled, all grabbed our bags, we went out on the decks, and big

lines formed of happy people with tired morning eyes, but with great anticipation.

From the exit hole of this great sea monster, we climbed down the big tall steep metal stairs,

click clang, heavy bags weighed our tired arms, where 2 cops and dogs where standing in the

distance, and lots of ibiza taxis. I had no herbs or anything illegal on me, I smoked it all

last night, No dogs barked. I arrived Perfecto on ibiza soil, a semi-sovereign autonomous

spanish community territory south of spain - the white island of techno hedonism.

The Spanish Taxi man spoke little english, his car was clean and white... Take me to Cafe Del

Mar - I said Cafe Del Mar Por Favor, Gracias. He nodded to whatever I said. I nodded back and

said si to whatever he said to me in spanish. Even though I know less than 12 words in espanol.

Why Cafe Del Mar in San Antonio Ibiza? Cuz thats where my 2 bedroom condo was approx., i rented

it till Aug 14th 2002, paid 1,500 euros for the whole summer from an old english lady I found

online, She rented her 2 bedroom ocean front condo to me because she was retiring from ibiza,

the english people there disgusted her with their excessive drinking.. so this nice sweet

american boy rented out the rooms of my condo to english people and made 6,000 euros - 1500

euros = $4,500 euros, I drank, eat at every popular restaurant, did drugs and partied like a

rock star, spent all this money away on ibiza, and the best part was having DJ room mates who

where on every guest list on the island, great fucking island but after 5 weeks, I was ready

to go home - I was burned out from the insanity.

Ibiza became a sickening ruitine after 5 of my 8 weeks, i felt worn out, ground hog day the

movie after 5 weeks in evissa ibiza. After the 5 week mark, I counted everyday to get the hell

off the island, I had seen every of its 30++ remote beaches, and eat at every restaurant that

was recommended all over the island, had done every drug that was for sale, gone to every

party, every place on the island, back roads, hidden mountains, hidden places, boat rides

gallore, oh dear reader DONT forget to spend time on Formentera, DONT FORGET to stay there for

few days minimum, formentaera is ibiza 25 years ago! ummm. I wanted to die after 5 weeks!

My advice dear reader, definitely take the boat over to ibiza, it was a great ride, i slept in

a tight comfy bed, arrived feeling fresh the next day despite the excessive drinking and

partying on the boat.

Despite it all IBIZA is PLAYED OUT and when the summer was over I was 6,000 euros +++++

thousands more out of cash rock bottom. If you want infinite value for your money, nice beaches

and the same scene at 1/100th of the cost go to cambodia - sinaukville beach.

But in general if you go to ibiza, TAKE THE BOAT RIDE ITS AWESOME, make sure you get a bed, not

a seat!