Dear Steemians,
I hope this letter finds you well, my adventures in Ibiza have come to an end as have Amsterdam, while Dublin has just begun. Due to the whirlwind that was my short trip and TinyPic having a shit storm of a time uploading my Pics, I am just not able to get to writing to you properly, so I have broken up my letters to read easier and to do my experiences and memories justice.
Amistat and my last night in Ibiza-
I’m going to start out by saying this: THE PEOPLE HERE ABSOLUTELY MAKE THE PLACE!
I’m obviously bias with my suggestions on this place. I will be using their services again. The main reason (as I already said) is the people. Even being there for a short time I fell into the perfect group for me. I’m getting ahead of myself so let’s start from the begging. (Short recap I arrived at the hostel around 1am and was greeted by a very happy and burnt out front desk. We were able to put each other at ease by, well, making fun of the other Americans at the hostel.) Sam and Eddy; my hostel mates really made a solo trip into an adventure. Sam-wise is probably the friendliest person I have ever met. Seriously he was waiving hands saying hello and everyone loves him. The rest of the gang pretty much fell into place cause of Sam-Wise. It was kind of living in an episode 90210 Ibiza edition. That’s not entirely an exaggeration either, after coming back from zoo project we as a collective 15 hit the west end. It was filled with heart to heart conversations, and strange drama ensued. Eddy unfortunately had his wallet stolen. Which Paige somehow found on the way back to Amistat. The money was gone but everything else still there. Then a 3am swim at the beach by yours truly to just do it.
Here are some pictures by the poolside while we got our plans in line for my final night and Armin van Buuren.
Armin as always was not a disappointment and 30 euro to be front and center was def worth it. We started the night off at Tantra for as you guessed it, a 2 hour all you can drink a thon.
Which for my sober ass is just 2 hours chatting getting to know people and then almost getting into a fist fight with a street vendor over being too aggressive with people. Also “fuck off” really is universal I suggest adding it to your vocab. After Tantra a quick walk down to HI with more annoying ass street vendors selling what I can only guess is the most stepped on cocaine to ever exist since everyone has it.
Side note: If you have a bag there is a locker joint half way down on the right its 8 euro for 12 hours and I fully suggest it if you are either on your way out or just getting in and want hit the town.
So for those of you that have SO’s that regularly check your CC’s Debit cards for exotic activities HI’s card company reads as an escort service, so try to keep the 10 euro waters to a minimum or its going to look like to spent the night with a $500+ call girl at the end of the night. I left around 4 to make it to the airport with plenty of time to catch a 7 am flight, I could of probably staid till 6 I really wanted to stay longer but Amsterdam and Luminosity Festival calls.
Pics that were not shit from the night:
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