Day 17 - Benirass for the Drums

16:00

After our last nights sleep at Cala Comte we packed everything up. We exchanged numbers with Steve who we had met on the first day. He has been a useful source for advice and really is a nice man. He included us in his little "family" for our stay and was genuinely sorry to see us leave. Teaches you alot about people when you only know someone for a few days and they welcome you so easily.

 

Now we have taken a wild camping spot at Benirass on Steve's advice. Cooking a pizza on the Cobb and we will go and watch the drums in a bit. We had a little mooch around a smaller and less painful hippy market as we got here. Bracelets purchased and I am happy.

 

20:00

We are sat on the beach listening to the drums. Very busy here. Everyone seems to be selling mojitos for a killing (5 euros for a small and 10 euros for large). We have just seen the lady selling them next to us pull out wads of 50euro notes...at least €350..damn, we missed a trick here. Others have cold beers and paninis for sale. We have a bottle of champagne, which I forgot the glasses for. Oopsie! But, not the first time we have had to drink from the champagne bottle. We keep seeing people we know here lol. Sunday must be the day for Benirass.

 

We also had to move the van after our pizza earlier. The police arrived and took everyone's registrations, looked at documentation for the people who spoke spa ish and moved everyone on. We didn't get told to produce anything as we didnt have a clue what the man was saying. However, having spoken to our fellow hippy friends they said you have to move when they tell you or you risk a fine of 100euros if they find you there again. A risk we weren't willing to take, we have moved to a more stealthy location.

 

It turns out the "solo turismos" sign was the downfall...we weren't supposed to be there, along with two other T4's, a T25 and the hippy Renault high top van. But when we moved on the police gestered to us to go down a track, turns out this was the place Steve was telling us about and was pukka for wild camping. This had a few more campervans tucked away on a single track dirt road...we found our spot quite far down in a bamboo bush where I had to do a 20-point turn! Seriously glad I'm getting a respray soon...

 

Day 16 - Still in Cala Comte...our trusty home

We can't get enough of this place. We thought we may have found the best spot on the first day and we were so right.

 

I have woken up with a cold...who the offen cold in Ibiza?! Feel pretty rough, so we have pretty much swam and slept the day away.

Christian and I took a dip in the rock baths for a bit earlier, extra salty water and a sore nose really aren't a good combination. There's also little fish in the water here who clean your feet, who needs the Trafford Centre eh! I wish they asked if you wanted it doing first though.

 

We had the leftover chicken legs and salad for lunch and are cooking a Spaghetti Bolognese for dinner, bit of a tradition for our hols. Other than that, its been a peaceful day so far...will see what the night has in store.

 

I look miserable here, but I actually am full of cold and struggling to eat, I just have an unfortunate face lol :)

 

After beach shenanigans we came back to the van to find this little critter chillin on the towel. We decided to call him Richard. No reason before anyone gets offended. He even got a stroke..

 

We also had a nice apot on the cliff..this time not right on the edge..and this is what happens..typical arse T5 driver..

 

Day 15 - The South West Coast

After waking at Sa Caleta we had some tortilla espanol (spabish ommeltte with potato and onion) for breakfast and checked the map for places we hadn't yet explored.

 

In desperate need of fuel, we found a petrol station 8km away in San Josep. You have to get out and pay first at most stations here, so 20euros was handed over and the pump clicks off at 20..easy way to stop people driving off without paying. Whilst I was getting water, Christian was checking on Vera he found that the lower ball joint dust casing has a split in...great. So, after yet more improvisation from my very own Bear Grylls it was kind of secured with some zippy clips and freezer bags...he reckons cheap ball joints and rocky terrain are to blame!

 

We headed off in search of some more beaches and found Cala Moli, about 25km South of San Antonio. It was really pretty, but after noticing everyone had protective footwear and seeing a little girl show her Dad the dozen sea urchins she had netted we decided to move on.

 

Cala Talida offered a nice beach on the resort, but was very busy. We opted for an overpriced shit beer and headed back to the camper for our daily bocadillo.

 

We knew we were headed back to our trusty spot at Cala Comte for a trance night, so we headed back to there at 5ish to try and get a good spot near the cliff edge. A room with a view.

 

I made up some sangria, which we offered around to Steve and others who were also back for the trance night. Thankfully, I got to see fanny-anne again too.

 

Putting a chicken on the Cobb we watched the sunset. After an hour of cooking we seemed to have every dog in the neighborhood hanging around. Christian was hosing them with the shower, which helped until we were eating...then we had an audience.

 

The trance night started at 10:30pm at Sunset Ashram, with a band, a guy and 2 girls. Not quite the trance that I remember from back in the day. This was more folky and hippy, (psy trance) as you would expect I guess. All in all though, they had most of the restaurant dancing and were really good. There was even a song where they were chanting "blue moon"...we tried to catch in on camera but failed miserably, sorry Brett.

 

After a couple of hours we were back at the van and christian was sharing the leftover chicken carcass, which he slow roasted, with ziggy and fanny.

 

We rounded off  the evening at Steve's after party at his van!

 

Day 14 - Sa Caleta

So another fun night was had it seems on Cala Comte...another late party though wasn't a patch on the crazy full moon one the night before, well it was a blue moon party, so we didn't attend and got some sleep. We had a bit of a lie in till 10:30 as it was a cool night with the slider open and we were on the rock face again over looking down on to the beach, but this time parked at an angle to a bush to stop traffic of people walking past the van.

We decided to head off and resupply...we have to do this every 3 days as we only buy food long enough for then which is dictated by how long stuff stays cool in the cool box. Now, we have a Coleman extreme but ice doesn't last the stated 6 days mainly due to the van being freaking hot in the day time when we are off an about so we have a set up where we load the bottom with beer, three bags of ice, then food...this gives a nice parcel shelf for food to sit on made from beer for when the ice melts and stops the food mixing into the melt water.

So another Lidl stop was made in San Antonio. Now this place (Lidl) is worth a mention. its great..forget the UK Lidl, these are in a class of their own. The range and quality of food and drink is awesome..fresh fruit and veg, and the premarinated meat section is top notch! Beer is 23 cents each when bought in a multipack..good selection of branded German and Spanish beers too. We got in trouble again as we knew we weren't allowed to take the baskets past the checkout out side to unload but you know when you don't have a euro for the trolley and I just didn't wanna buy four bags to walk ten yards and unpack!

So we left San Antonio again, no sat nav as I know where I'm going nowadays and headed to the airport. Few years back we had been on the scooter to a place we called "that fish restaurant" where we had indeed had a good fishy meal, but web had noted the rural area it was in and it turns out its a national park, so of we went and parked up nearby in the shade of the pine trees. Went for a swim but was just a boat launch area so walked around the rocks and found a good place to jump off into the sea and be able to get back out...this holiday revolves around camping near the sea then going for a dip at least a few times daily to cool off. So after that we went for a good wander around, stumbled on some WWII/Slab sh Civil war turrets, the tunnels to access them was open so we had a scary walk down and had a look through, then we found some protected ancient ruins from the Pheonicians from few hundred bc...just a stone wall foundation really..well we went for a splash after that, found a populated beach this time and the sea had a good chop to it so had some fun bobbing about in the waves.

 

Beach was nice to look at was quite busy and stoney so after our paddle we left and came back to the van for a read and siesta. After which it was Cobb time..after the success of the prawns the other night we opted for them again along with the now daily allioli (garlic butter) and a rack of ribs, with the also manditory tomato and white onion salad with balsamic and oil. We had another random dog come over and say hello...from where I'm not sure, but I let him know who was boss and ordered him away from the food, after the meal he was back so he got some left over ribbs to which he seemed very happy.

 

No recent photos because Rebecca has been in charge of the blog and has them on her phone and we haven't had Wi-Fi so we are updating via the data rinsed Spanish sim that won't even load Facebook.

 

Day 12 - Here, there and everywhere!

00:25
OK, so technically its day 13, but we have been busy bees! Last night we had a lovely stay at Benirras.

Woke up at 9:00 and had a shower, me with costume, Christian not...in the car park lol. We packed up and headed off to collect miss Jenkins from the airport. Arriving after hardly any sleep, we took her to eivissa town for breakfast.

After some tight street manoeuvres by Christian we landed at the square, near the castle. A croissant, tortilla Espanola and jam on bocadillo later we were off the find the Mac store. Jo is getting married on the island in June next year, so today was about tying up loose ends. Christian wasn't too impressed with the makeup shopping and was wishing his compedre (hub-to-be) was with him to sample Iberian beers.

We headed further north again to visit a florist in Sant carles, who christian convinced he should be running on vegetable oil ;) and then went to visit the wedding venue at Playa Nui Blau, in between Santa Euralia and Es Canar.

We came back to Carla Conte to have a BBQ and a couple of beers at the sunset bar. After seeing jo off in a taxi to her hotel, Christian and I headed back to the van.

There was a huge full moon party kicking off. A gathering of hundreds of people, partying...hard! We mingled for a bit and them hit the sac...or tried to anyways!

Day 13 - Cala Conte, Punta Arabi, Cala Nova and San Antonio

10:25

So, last nights party is still in full swing...bongos a going, people still chatting.

I woke at 6:15 to the sound of happy hardcore and people discussing their shroom trips...fluffy white rabbits all around our van etc...that's how they manage to party for so long I guess. Not my bag, my Dad always taught me "you take drugs, you die", I've never checked to make sure. I reckon these people would deffo get kicked out of Silverdale though.

 

13:40

Just escaped the hippy markets. Its 40th anniversary running in Punta Arabi and my goodness it was sooo busy! The markets are full of loads of little stalls selling anything and everything. We were carried round on a train of people, in 35 degree heat, maybe more. It became too much for us! Christian was happy as he got a couple of green hearts that we keep seeing on the campervans here...all to do with peace and love and respecting your environment...we could all do with one of those I think.

 

Headed to Cala Nova right now for a freshly made sarny and dip in the waves.

 

20:30

Ocean Club, San Antonio. A couple of cocktails down and a sunset watch, we are relaxed and happy.

Just ordered a fillet steak with wine, yum.

 

23:45

Back at Cala Comte to stay the night. Just had a lovely meal at ocean club and said goodbye to jo. Making up the bed to the sound of more bongos on the beach...these people are party crazy...

Day 11 - Touring the North East of Ibiza

19:20

This morning we got up and had a scramble around tidying and packing all our bits to move on. Surprising how much you spread out when you can. After what seemed like a mammoth task in the Iberian heat, Vera was ready to go again.

 

We headed off up the coast (or as close as you can get on the roads) in search of tonight's destination. After travelling 12km north, we stopped for a lemonade at pou des lleo. Turning our nose up at the menu we moved on to playa boix, where we had a monster squid overlooking the sea...Beaut.

 

After that we drove a further 16km to sant vicent and had a dip in the waves, grabbed some water and headed on to tonight's wild camp destination, which we decided would be benirras. Benirras was about 12km up some winding mountain roads...it's pretty much right at the top of the island. Also where the famous "floater" scene of Kevin and Perry go large was filmed lol.

 

So, we are currently sat at the beach bar sipping a beer and watching the sunset...such a hard life. We will have a fairly early night as we are picking up the one and only miss Jenkins from the airport in the morning...acers.