Ibiza Oil Spillage Disaster

Yes, we're on holiday! We booked a week off to do all the things that other folks do when they come to Ibiza for r'n'r. As you can imagine I am currently blocked out of my brain on coke and ecstasy and using my passout from $pac€ disco to spend a bit of time writing this.

Holiday Blog Day 1
Saturday 14 July 2007 - the first day of taking it easy. Not really easy because we had to pick up some stuff from the laundry so we combined it with a trip to Can Bernat, San Jose's last remaining 'old man' bar, for coffee, brandy and magdalenas - a nice sweet pastry cake, ideal for elevenses.

Can Bernat Video

And after a leisurely Ambrosia rice pudding lunch we slapped on the sun tan lotion and headed off to Cala Moli. It's our favourite beach because
it's only 8 minutes away in the car
you can park
it's quiet, no annoying 'chill-out' music and because it's pebbles, no kids!
it's great for snorkelling
So we lay in the sun for a couple of hours, enjoyed the cool fresh breeze off the sea, made friends with a French Bulldog who sat on Jaki's lounger and never failed to be amazed at the stream of Spanish who all wanted to unfurl their towels (cheapskates) right in front of us as we were the only ones within about 50 metres. (That's about 50 yards for all you lot still on the old money)
As usual there was the pareo fashion catwalk when a young couple who sell pareos walk up and down the beach modelling the different ways a pareo can be worn. We also saw our first Lookie Lookie man of the season - Senegalese peddlars of fake goods - and were amused by a Spanish woman next to us trying to negotiate the price of sunlounger hire down because she'd only arrived at 4 o'clock. We didn't go in the sea because I'd spotted a few jellyfish (the Spanish call them medusas) and still have painfull memories of my last encounter with a live one.
After a quick shower we got the number 8 bus to San Antonio - great new bus station by the way, they even have timetables! - and headed for the lovely Es Ventall restaurant (Calle Cervantes 26 Tel 971 341729) where we sat in the courtyard dominated by an enormous fig tree and feasted on bread, olives and alioli for nibbles, gazpacho (on the house), asparagus with blue cheese foam, squid strips with olive oil, garlic and parsley, tender pork fillet with straw potatoes and quails eggs and salmon with stir fried vegetables. Washed down with some beer and Galicia's finest -Albarinyo, ice cold, crisp but fruity, it was a delicious treat. (Stock photos of Es Ventall courtesy of my sister Kris)











Now the tragedy. I'd selected a lovely clean white linen shirt and managed to get two oily and deliciously tasty stains right down the front of it from the super sauce on my pork and quails' eggs! Fortunately Jaki is a little stain devil and threw the contents of the ice bucket all over the oil spillage before it could do any serious damage!
Anyway, €65 and an ice cold vodka chupito later we headed off to Cafe Babel, calling in at La Puerta Olvidada - a shop full of eclectic kitsch - and spent €180 on a couple of funky little tables which are waiting for us to collect them on Monday.
We were entertained at Babel by an Oirish folk duo while I sank a couple of gigantic VAT's and then headed down to the 'fountains' square of San Antonio to people watch - San An was so full of life, so many people and lots of really imaginative stag and hen party gangs - and then we joined the long queue for taxis and eventually got home at 2ish, completely missing the band at Raco Verd - our original reason for going out.

Footnote - Taxi Queuers, if you are going to Ibiza town why not take the bus? It'll cost you one tenth of the fare and will probably be quicker. This will leave more taxis available for people like me who live in the back of beyond and have no other way of getting home.