I awoke to the sound of our alarm clock. It was dark.
Bleary eyed I go to turn off the alarm, it’s 4 in the morning. Why on gods green earth would anyone set an alarm for 4 in the morning?!?
Then I remembered that we’re flying to Ibiza today and jumped out of bed, scaring both Manja and the Cat. We rushed to prepare everything. Shower, feed the cat, feed the girlfriend… What am I missing? Oh yeah, eat.
We had some leftover fruit and vegetables, so Manja made a quick smoothie while I made a Guacamole on toast. We are winning at early breakfast! Shove everything into the dishwasher, wait, not the cat. Stack the dishwasher and the automatic feeders. What’s that noise? Oh, Taxi is here!
We got to Tegel with an hour to boarding and needed the time. Security today was a nightmare, it took almost 30 minutes to get through. Luckily we had booked as “premium” members meaning that we could just take our luggage in as carry on provided they met the carry-on requirements for liquid and size. Having planned ahead, ours did and we boarded quickly…. And then got to wait for everyone else to board. This whole “premium” concept could still use some work… Another 30 minute delay thanks to not being able to get a take-off slot immediately and we were off.
Welcome to Ibiza!
On the flight a father who was traveling with his son (around 5 or 6) passed out. Credit to the crew, they did an awesome job. The dude was fine in the end too, no idea what happened.
Some 2 hours later we landed in Ibiza. An immediate question was: How many luggage handlers does it take to unload the cargo?
The most chilled luggage crew ever
When we got out of the airport we were greeted by fabulous weather. We didn’t even get grumpy when the shuttle bus to our hire-car company didn’t turn up for 30 minutes, while all other rental shuttles came and went. We got the rental SUV. No idea how this category of car is “small car” but whatever. It’s a Nissan “Juke” and I cannot recommend it so far.
Promo shot of our rental vehicle. Thankfully it is a rental and we will be able to give it back.
We drove about a bit and headed to a lookout near the Airbnb we would be staying at for the day because they needed a bit more time to get the room ready. It had a beautiful view!
Some dude ruing this picture perfect panorama
We decided to follow a trample path, which required a small jump off the main platform. Elegant as two mountain goats, I jumped down and Manja…. twisted her ankle. Badly. It flared up like a balloon.
Well. FFFFFF….ruitcake.
I helped her get back to the car and we did the good old Rice thing (Rest ice compress elevate… Thanks St. Johns!) sans the ice and compress because we had no facilities to do so. We considered what we would do next. Manja was thinking that Howling in Pain might be good and I was thinking that passing out might be good. Our thoughts were interrupted by a friendly local calling and saying (in almost perfect English) “I’m so sorry, I do not speak English. But your room is ready. When will you be here.”
In a few minutes said we and decided to put off our other plans until later. We arrived at the Airbnb and the host was kind enough to give us some ice – which I applied with a small amount of pressure much to Manjas dislike. She was sitting outside on a metal chair, and promptly cut her finger on that. Neither of us have ANY idea how she manage that, but a band-aid later we discussed what to do next and look at the surrounding gardens.
The ice wouldn’t last that long and a proper bandage would be a good idea. So we headed to a local pharmacy in San Antonio…. only to find it impossible to park the SUV anywhere in the old town of little streets. Then by complete fluke, we found an open-air carpark (Read an area of dirt road next to the actual road, which the locals decided to park in). We parked to consider our next move and found a pharmacy across the road.
A short walk (in terms of distance, or a long one in terms of time and pain) later we had an instant-ice pack wrapped around Manjas Ankle in a pretty professional looking bandage.
Bandaged and Cooled.
Well, in a bandage anyway. By this point we were quite hungry and hunted for a cafe…. Anywhere near a carpark. Manja found such a place a 10 minute drive away, so we headed over. Turns out the place was right at the beach and made awesome looking pizzas. So we decided to have an early Ibiza Pizza dinner. (See what I did there?)
We also waddled over to the seaside and let Manja cool her ankle in the ocean for a bit, as the ice-pack was starting to loose potency.
Beach Therapy!
From there it was back to the beach near our Airbnb, via a supermarket, to have a cheese, chorizo and balsamic snack dinner. We even managed to record the sunset for a bit after the party people left.
For some weird reason we both felt tired, so after heading back to our Airbnb we dropped into bed.
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