What Happens in Ibiza Stays in Ibiza | Part 1

Hello world.

Well, here we are again. A new month, a huge gap since I'd last written on here, but with good reason.

Remember a while back when I'd written a post about going to Ibiza? All was going well, until the second week in, but i'll get to that in a bit, lets talk about the nice stuff before we get to the crap stuff first, okay?

So it all started on the 8th of June, pretty average day, up at 3am to get ready to go to the airport, as you do, no problems there, strolled through security okay-ish. Partner got stopped for having too much money in his wallet (whoops) but other than that we had a pretty normal airport experience. 

Hopped onto the plane, not literally, but y'know what I mean? Everyone pushing and shooing to get to their ALLOCATED seats, I mean really? It's not like it's going anywhere. Started to freak out when the plane was getting ready for take off and post take off. I'm one of those people who unfortunately don't get to fly often so I'm not used to planes as good as other people are, I think I squeezed my partners hand into oblivion.. I was okay in the air and for landing though, it's just something about take off that gives me the hee-bee-gee-bees.

Landed in Ibiza after being in the air for what seemed an eternity, only two hours but still pretty close. We flew over the Pyrenees which was breath taking, honestly the most amazing thing I've every seen to date, I have yet to beat it, i mean LOOK.

I'll be honest, I would of uploaded more pictures if they'd come out as good as this one, unfortunately air plane photography is not my forte. 

Back to landing, in Ibiza, where wow it was so hot. It took me a few days to get used to the heat, I kept turning our air conditioning in our hotel room to something stupid like 16°C so every time we walked in it was like an igloo. Looking back now though and comparing the temperatures to typical British weather I baffle myself with the thought of "Was it really that cold?" When you're in 39 something degree weather though, yes, yes it was.
The view from our room was pretty nice too, we were lucky that we actually got a room with a sea view considering we had to walk to the other side of the hotel to get there, but i'll be honest, I miss room 410.

Fast forward a few days my partner and I decide it would be fun to take a boat trip into Ibiza town. We got lost, more than once, and we were both stressed and hot and a little bit hungry, but it was still a good experience. I think the sea air did us both good too as I vaguely remember us sleeping like rocks that night.

We also visited a water park there which personally I think was when my infection started in my leg. Don't get me wrong, it was a great place, but not very hygienic, at all. I mean, salt water instead of chlorine? You're bound to catch something. And (un)luckily I did.

We also paid a visit to the night market in Las Dalias and the Hippy market in Es cana, both were great experiences, i did enjoy the hippy market more though, Jamie wasn't too happy being dragged around either but the look on his face was priceless when he found a stone with a monkeys face on it. Easily pleased.

And the next day was when things started to go down hill for me a little...