Ibiza

I have always wanted to go to Ibiza. I am not a club dude, but I would still argue that anyone would want to see the club capital of the world…and girls, there are supposed to be oh so many girls. It turns out I happen to like Ibiza quite a bit, but not for those reasons at all, not at all, well, maybe the girls. In fact, we were there during the opening of one of the biggest clubs, like one of the biggest nights of the year. We asked the concierge chick about it, she seemed very excited that people our age wanted to go, which made us excited. We said, what do you think about us getting there at 10 just to see the start of things and we can leave before things get too crazy. She sort of smiled, it doesn’t open until midnight she said. Ok, ok, fine. We’ll go at midnight just to get a taste. She laughed! A little too heartily I’d say! People don’t begin to arrive until 2am she said. 2AM!!! How on earth do they work! haha. Like that would be a concern! In any case, we had a fantastic night, and found ourselves nowhere near the entrance to that club at 2AM…lol.

The main part of Ibiza is Ibiza City. It is a pretty standard beach looking town honestly. They do have a castle on top of a hill in this area (their old town) but for the most part it’s dominated by pretty standard squares off of pretty standard streets. On some level, all of Ibiza is like this. You like to think that it’s a small island and everything is pretty close together but the cabs will prove you wrong again and again.

The Hard Rock is right in front of Bossa beach, which is sort of the main Ibiza beach and it goes all the way to Ibiza city. I enjoyed it because it had tons of activity and plenty of beach clubs and bars, but people in the know do not love it. It’s considered touristy…but isn’t that the point jackass? Tons of people, tons of bars.

We considered walking to Las Salinas (beach)…which is not a thing. After a very nice couple talked us out of this excruciating hike we took a cab. You get dropped off on a street that will remind you of any hippy beach town, but when you walk across this commercial stretch you hit a beach that’s much ritzier than expected. All of the restaurants are nice, and expensive. It is not wild, it is chill. Every table and daybed has champagne at it. I likey.

There is a nice walk from Las Salinas to the watch tower. It is rocky and hot, but the landscape is cool. Cliffs everywhere. Little beach coves everywhere. Nude sunbathers everywhere 🙂 We made it to the watchtower and kept walking to another beach that was supposedly nearby. It was not, and we almost succumbed to despair. When we finally made it to Cavallet we didn’t care that it appeared to be a gay nude beach, we just needed a cocktail! …poor choice of words perhaps. This beach has tons of nakedness and nice sand, but the shoreline itself was disgusting with mountains of sea leaves or something. At the end of the beach we decided to try and walk back to Salinas…I think maybe we had lost our minds. By the time we reached the salt flats and were ready to cry a single cab passed by us and took us back to our hard rock oasis. God bless that man.

Notes to self:

-We went to Es Canar (the Hippy Beach) but it was ridiculously far (and I mean like a 50 dollar cab ride far) and the market was mostly factory made crap. there were some “finds”, but man the current tenants have bastardized whatever the original intent was. I rarely feel bad for hippies, but they folks who started this must be spinning in their graves at what it has become. I will not be surprised if a McDonald’s opens across the street soon. All of that being said, the town is actually quite nice and quaint. Lot’s of cool shops and coastal action.
-We went to a great restaurant right on this quaint and gorgeous square (Passeig de Vara de Rey) in Ibiza town called Sa Brisa. Chef driven tapas styled stuff…sat on a gorgeous patio…really good job.
-Dinner at the sushi place in the Ushuaia Hotel (Minami) was complete shit. What a terrible job they did on all levels.
-Nothing is near anything, so while the Hard Rock is also not near anything, the hotel is bad ass so I was happy. Everything they did, from even offering the type of room we booked, to the room service, to the types of hotel restaurants, to the pool, to the beach club…was great.
-Watching the planes go in and out from a rooftop is pretty sweet. It’s not St Maarten, but they still get pretty damn close.


Hotels

Hard Rock Hotel Ibiza (May 2015)