Sven Všth. And they delivered! Oliver started out real fast and hard and left us wondering how Sven would keep that pace. But he proved why he is called the Master of Techno: OMG!! Fast, banging hard, relentless. We were gone. We still managed to meet these two German guys (the Guys), party travellers just like us, with whom we would spend much of the remaining days (or nights, rather). Well, unfortunately this party came to an end, too, at the usual closing time at 7 am.

Day 6, Tuesday 7/2

While Mat went home to sleep, I couldn't resist and went to the after hour at Spacewith the Guys. So cool. You come out of the club you partied at all night to be greeted by the glaring sun only to submerge in the depth of the eternal darkness inside Space to be engulfed yet again by this really hard banging music. Well, stayed until midday and slept the rest of the day. After dinner at the hotel we drove to the famous Cafe del Mar with the Guys who conveniently had a rental car. Now the question was: would this place live up the hyped image of being the coolest place on earth or was it all just that - a hype. I must say it is special. Sitting on the beach with a nice drink, listening to music perfectly adapting to the changing mood of the place as the sun sets does have ist charm. Admittedly, there are tons of people but they are all relaxed and in a somewhat festive mood, creating a really cool atmosphere. Mat, having had a little too much decided to invite two girls to this night's party, the Renaissance opening at Amnesia. But by the time we wanted to leave they were too stoned to go and had simply dozed off. So the boys drove them home while the two of us cabbed it to Amnesia where we sold the discount tickets we had just bought for the girls to some grateful Brits. Yet again, Amnesia presented us an awesome night with Sander Kleinenberg and John Digweed. Sander delivered a rather techy set that was not so much danceable but excellent to listen to nonetheless. around 3 am Diggers continued in the same vein for about an hour before he transitioned into a musically excellent and extremely danceable set. The one thing I have to say about his set, though, is that his mixing didn't impress me at all, at times seeming almost crude. That I had not expected, this being my first time hearing him live and considering all the praise he receives from the Board. Of course he didn't trainwreck and it wasn't so bad as to spoil the party, but it was definitely noticeable. Anyway, the dancing was interrupted for Mat, as he had had a bit too much that night (see above) causing him to trip and twist his ankle. Dr. Overseas was ingenious enough to get ice from the bar and put it in his sock to ease the pain. That helped and he was back on the dancefloor in no time. As always, the inevitable end came at 7 and we left for the hotel.

Day 7, Wednesday 7/3

Mat woke up to a piercing pain in his ankle making it virtually impossible to walk. So we make some phone calls to find a German or English speaking doctor which we find and with whom we make an appointment for the afternoon. So we leave at 3 pm, get some awfully greasy breakfast and see the doctor. Well, Dr Luis turns out to be a miracle healer: some gel on the ankle, a strong bandage and some prescription drug and Mat walks like a marathon runner, well almost. We then meet the Guys to go to Cafe del Mar again, this time early enough to catch the sunset. Again, a great experience with music so appropriately adapted, very chill and relaxed until the sun majestically sinks beneath the horizon to then pick up speed to prepare for the imminent night of more clubbing. Alas, not for me this night as that greasy breakfast didn't agree with my stomach so I let Mat and the Guys go to this Goa party that wasn't as widely advertised as the mega clubs and which had transpired through word of mouth. That was the only night I sincerely regret as that party apparently was a real experience. Quite different from the clubs but with hard music to dance inside and super relaxing outside area with cushions and tea and all (probably bongs all over the place, too ...). So instead I got a decent amount of sleep for a change.

Day 8, Thursday 7/4

After a nice energizing sleep we met the Guys at Bora Bora beach around lunchtime. We pretty much chilled all afternoon with light drinks and house music. That night was going to be our second "planned" climax of the trip: again Cream at Amnesia, this time with Tiesto and my all time favourite Paul van Dyk. And YESSSS, they delivered, too!! So incredibly amazing, I'm at a loss of words. Tiesto startet out beautifully trancey to become very hard in the last hour. I was wondering how PvD would adapt to that with his own set. But the master he is he not only had no problems whatsoever, he topped it. OMG! He was out of control for his full 3+ hour set, playing really really hard, relentless, merciless, banging it through all the way to the end like I've never heard him before. I was completely out of my mind, this so clearly stood out as best set ever I mean it. I lack the superlatives to describe this experience. My head was a constant mega-ton explosion!! I was like "OMG, OMG!" to Mat every 10 minutes. I decided on the spot to go to Berlin the following weekend to his 'Love from Above' Loveparade party. Just can't get enough of him. Alas, even this dream came to an end just after 7 am.

Day 9, Friday 7/5

Being all worked up by that incredible PvD experience going back to the hotel was out of the question. Mat had left a little earlier being a little handicapped by his ankle. So yet again I was off to Space to fade out the night appropriately. Left around noon, got a bite and then back to the hotel to sleep the afternoon away. After dinner it was the usual 'ritual' agan: to old town for drinks and tickets. Ministry of Sound at Pacha it was, featuring German DJ Hell, Miss Kittin, Tiga, Felix da Housecat. On the main floor I danced to DJ Hell (a German DJ usually doing hard techno) spinning house and Felix da Housecat. FdH's music selection was pretty good, so was his mixing but he played with the controls too much for my taste, like taking out the bass for effect every 30 seconds. I met two lucky Swiss guys who had won a party weekend in Ibiza and partied along with them until, of course, the end at 7:30.

Day 10, Saturday 7/6

While Mat left for the hotel the three of us went to - you guessed it - Space. Now that was a rocking after hour, this time really full both inside and outside. But we never left the inside, continiuing to dance to this awesome highly energetic technoey music until about noon. Then hotel and sleep. Late afternoon I managed to get up and hang out by the pool for a while, at some point you just need to take care of your tan. This being Saturday night, there were just no decent parties again, so it was old town with the Guys for drinks, this being the last night for all of us. Thus, we all got back to the hotel pretty early.

Day 11, Sunday 7/7

Breakfast (for a change), packing the bags and off to the airport. How sad. I knew I would suffer big time from withdrawal back home.

So, that were our 10 days of indulging in pure insanity, no tourist program whatsoever, but you just can't help it! It was just totally beyond expectations: the clubs are awesome, so are the amazing sound systems, the density of top notch DJs is mind boggling, the vibe is generally excellent, and if you want the ease of getting your party favors is ridiculous. I was so blown away I am considering going again in September for a long weekend for like the Cream closing party. We'll see.

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10 Days of Insanity: Ibiza 6/27 - 7/7/02
by Overseas: 07-30-2002


If you ever wondered what party-wonderland would be like - this is it. If you ever wondered how it would feel to party with no end - do it here. If you ever wanted to see all your favourite DJs all at once - go to Ibiza.

Who would have thought this: me going to an island of the boring Baleares. With my usual travel destinations ranging from Colombia to Cuba to Thailand this seemed a rather improbable proposition. But there was this one incentive: loads of parties! So the plan was made (with the help of www.ibiza-spotlight.com) and executed.

Day 1, Thursday 6/27

For the first long weekend we were 6 people, 4 of which would return home Sunday so that for the following week it would only be my buddy Mat and me. We arrived Thursday evening, had a lousy dinner with very nice wine at the hotel and got started with no delay. Off to old Ibiza town for some pre-party drinks and to buy discounted tickets ($ 35 instead of $ 42) for that night's mandatory party: the Cream opening party at Amnesia (club review). Got to the club at 1 am to find it already filled but not packed. Tall Paul was playing and we hit the dancefloor immediately. What a great night ensued! Tall Paul was excellent, but later topped by an amazing DJ Tiesto: trancey but very hard, no chance to leave the dancefloor. Incredible music, an excellent club with a superb sound system and a crowd really into it - lots of Brits, yes, but no drunken idiots. Stayed until the end at 7 am (as would become the norm every night out) and went back to the hotel.

Day 2, Friday 6/28

As this was the first day and we were still tired from the work week I slept all day. Mat went to the old town again to get the tickets for the night: Xtravaganza opening party at Privilege for a barigain $ 25. For dinner we went to this excellent lounge/restaurant/bar with a live DJ called Bambuddha, pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Had some drinks, excellent food and even better wine. Headed off to the club well after midnight. Well, we found this huge place Privilege (capacity: 10,000 people!) more or less empty. Even though they had closed off two thirds of the place it still wouldn't fill up. The outdoor chill out areas were so empty it was no problem finding chairs. Had a couple of drinks outside and the hit the dancefloor to some okayish music. But there was no party atmosphere at all and as the night wore on the music got worse instead of better. To make a long story short: the whole thing totally sucked. By 3 am most of us had already left and only the hard core, Mat and I, were left. At 3:30 am we decided it was'n going to improve when that singer entered the stage singing some soul songs remixed into would-be trance, horrible. So we left and went to Pacha to get a decent end to the night. Forking out $ 40 apiece we get into the Ministry of Sound Party: packed, excellent atmosphere and good music, mostly house and progressive house on the main floor and some harder things on a smaller floor called the Global Room. It was a good conclusion to what had started as an awful party night. We left sometime after 6 am.

Day 3, Saturday 6/29

Got back to the hotel to sleep. In the afternoon we all went to this beach called Bora Bora (not far from Space), relaxed, had drinks and started get into the party mode: excellent house from a live DJ and a dancefloor right there at the beach bar. Dinner was again at a very nice restaurant this time in old Ibiza from where we hit the bars for drinks, more drinks and then some as there was nothing else to do - no good party going which is apparently the norm - Saturdays suck. Well, we still enjoyed the drinks which got stronger by the glass. That sent us off to bed rather early around 4 am.

Day 4, Sunday 6/29

Who needs to sleep in with 'We Love Sundays at Space' beckoning, promising no less than Frankie Knuckles and Deep Dish? So up at 9 am, get some breakfast and off to Space, this time by myself as the others had to catch their flight back and Mat was going to join later. What an experience, this totally relaxed terrace covered by tarps to protect the sane and not so sane party people from the burning balearic sun but still letting in the light and the sunny feeling. Plus absolutely superb house music. Got to chat with many people, all extremely nice and from all over the world. Amazing the supply of party favors, guys threading the dancefloor offering their wares like cigarette girls or just taking a seat next to you asking what you needed. Inside dark and cool with hard techno but very few people yet. The daytime belonged to the terrace. At 4 pm I left to go back to the hotel for some food on the beach (the worst so-called hamburger I had in my entire life) and rest by the pool. But by 6 pm I had to go back for Frankie. What a set! Too bad it only lasted for 2 hours but every minute was a highlight. After that Mat joined me and we spent most time inside hanging out awaiting Deep Dish who came on at 1 am for a 4 hour set. OMG! We had never heard them play live and were stunned. Very different from anything you get to hear in Europe, but their hard, merciless and driving progressive turned the dancefloor into an inescapable magnet. Plus Space's superb sound system with a clarity reminiscent of a Phazon (I checked but it wasn't). After DD finished we left.

Day 5, Monday 7/1

Unfortunately, we didn't make it to DC10 (club review) for the Monday after hour as we needed to regain some energy for the upcoming night. So we slept pretty much all day, got dinner at the hotel, went to old town for drinks and tickets. For us the choice between Manumission at Privilege and Coccon at Amnesia was clear: Manumission didn't have a compelling line up plus Privilege had sucked Friday night. According to plan this was supposed to be the first "planned" climax of the trip (we hadn't quite 'planned' for the Cream party to be that good): clearly Cocoon at Amnesia with Oliver Bondzio (German techno DJ) and German techno hero Sven Všth. And they delivered! Oliver started out real fast and hard and left us wondering how Sven would keep that pace. But he proved why he is called the Master of Techno: OMG!! Fast, banging hard, relentless. We were gone. We still managed to meet these two German guys (the Guys), party travellers just like us, with whom we would spend much of the remaining days (or nights, rather). Well, unfortunately this party came to an end, too, at the usual closing time at 7 am.

Day 6, Tuesday 7/2

While Mat went home to sleep, I couldn't resist and went to the after hour at Spacewith the Guys. So cool. You come out of the club you partied at all night to be greeted by the glaring sun only to submerge in the depth of the eternal darkness inside Space to be engulfed yet again by this really hard banging music. Well, stayed until midday and slept the rest of the day. After dinner at the hotel we drove to the famous Cafe del Mar with the Guys who conveniently had a rental car. Now the question was: would this place live up the hyped image of being the coolest place on earth or was it all just that - a hype. I must say it is special. Sitting on the beach with a nice drink, listening to music perfectly adapting to the changing mood of the place as the sun sets does have ist charm. Admittedly, there are tons of people but they are all relaxed and in a somewhat festive mood, creating a really cool atmosphere. Mat, having had a little too much decided to invite two girls to this night's party, the Renaissance opening at Amnesia. But by the time we wanted to leave they were too stoned to go and had simply dozed off. So the boys drove them home while the two of us cabbed it to Amnesia where we sold the discount tickets we had just bought for the girls to some grateful Brits. Yet again, Amnesia presented us an awesome night with Sander Kleinenberg and John Digweed. Sander delivered a rather techy set that was not so much danceable but excellent to listen to nonetheless. around 3 am Diggers continued in the same vein for about an hour before he transitioned into a musically excellent and extremely danceable set. The one thing I have to say about his set, though, is that his mixing didn't impress me at all, at times seeming almost crude. That I had not expected, this being my first time hearing him live and considering all the praise he receives from the Board. Of course he didn't trainwreck and it wasn't so bad as to spoil the party, but it was definitely noticeable. Anyway, the dancing was interrupted for Mat, as he had had a bit too much that night (see above) causing him to trip and twist his ankle. Dr. Overseas was ingenious enough to get ice from the bar and put it in his sock to ease the pain. That helped and he was back on the dancefloor in no time. As always, the inevitable end came at 7 and we left for the hotel.

Day 7, Wednesday 7/3

Mat woke up to a piercing pain in his ankle making it virtually impossible to walk. So we make some phone calls to find a German or English speaking doctor which we find and with whom we make an appointment for the afternoon. So we leave at 3 pm, get some awfully greasy breakfast and see the doctor. Well, Dr Luis turns out to be a miracle healer: some gel on the ankle, a strong bandage and some prescription drug and Mat walks like a marathon runner, well almost. We then meet the Guys to go to Cafe del Mar again, this time early enough to catch the sunset. Again, a great experience with music so appropriately adapted, very chill and relaxed until the sun majestically sinks beneath the horizon to then pick up speed to prepare for the imminent night of more clubbing. Alas, not for me this night as that greasy breakfast didn't agree with my stomach so I let Mat and the Guys go to this Goa party that wasn't as widely advertised as the mega clubs and which had transpired through word of mouth. That was the only night I sincerely regret as that party apparently was a real experience. Quite different from the clubs but with hard music to dance inside and super relaxing outside area with cushions and tea and all (probably bongs all over the place, too ...). So instead I got a decent amount of sleep for a change.

Day 8, Thursday 7/4

After a nice energizing sleep we met the Guys at Bora Bora beach around lunchtime. We pretty much chilled all afternoon with light drinks and house music. That night was going to be our second "planned" climax of the trip: again Cream at Amnesia, this time with Tiesto and my all time favourite Paul van Dyk. And YESSSS, they delivered, too!! So incredibly amazing, I'm at a loss of words. Tiesto startet out beautifully trancey to become very hard in the last hour. I was wondering how PvD would adapt to that with his own set. But the master he is he not only had no problems whatsoever, he topped it. OMG! He was out of control for his full 3+ hour set, playing really really hard, relentless, merciless, banging it through all the way to the end like I've never heard him before. I was completely out of my mind, this so clearly stood out as best set ever I mean it. I lack the superlatives to describe this experience. My head was a constant mega-ton explosion!! I was like "OMG, OMG!" to Mat every 10 minutes. I decided on the spot to go to Berlin the following weekend to his 'Love from Above' Loveparade party. Just can't get enough of him. Alas, even this dream came to an end just after 7 am.

Day 9, Friday 7/5

Being all worked up by that incredible PvD experience going back to the hotel was out of the question. Mat had left a little earlier being a little handicapped by his ankle. So yet again I was off to Space to fade out the night appropriately. Left around noon, got a bite and then back to the hotel to sleep the afternoon away. After dinner it was the usual 'ritual' agan: to old town for drinks and tickets. Ministry of Sound at Pacha it was, featuring German DJ Hell, Miss Kittin, Tiga, Felix da Housecat. On the main floor I danced to DJ Hell (a German DJ usually doing hard techno) spinning house and Felix da Housecat. FdH's music selection was pretty good, so was his mixing but he played with the controls too much for my taste, like taking out the bass for effect every 30 seconds. I met two lucky Swiss guys who had won a party weekend in Ibiza and partied along with them until, of course, the end at 7:30.

Day 10, Saturday 7/6

While Mat left for the hotel the three of us went to - you guessed it - Space. Now that was a rocking after hour, this time really full both inside and outside. But we never left the inside, continiuing to dance to this awesome highly energetic technoey music until about noon. Then hotel and sleep. Late afternoon I managed to get up and hang out by the pool for a while, at some point you just need to take care of your tan. This being Saturday night, there were just no decent parties again, so it was old town with the Guys for drinks, this being the last night for all of us. Thus, we all got back to the hotel pretty early.

Day 11, Sunday 7/7

Breakfast (for a change), packing the bags and off to the airport. How sad. I knew I would suffer big time from withdrawal back home.

So, that were our 10 days of indulging in pure insanity, no tourist program whatsoever, but you just can't help it! It was just totally beyond expectations: the clubs are awesome, so are the amazing sound systems, the density of top notch DJs is mind boggling, the vibe is generally excellent, and if you want the ease of getting your party favors is ridiculous. I was so blown away I am considering going again in September for a long weekend for like the Cream closing party. We'll see.

Here is my message to all: GO!!

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