Perhaps out of season Ibiza town is the 'alternative' Ibiza?
It is very chilled. Very warm by day, and very nice. Very few tourists. My customers so far have all been locals from afar. Swedeish, Dutch and Canadian settlers here.
Friday night I hung in plazas looking to see who was on the streets. If I work here I have to get to know these people and make them my trusted friends.
Initially a guy from Trinidad and Tobago introduced himself. Nice enough, but out of his face on booze and crystal meth. He then introduced me to a much more relaxed guy from St Martins island. He's been here a long time and gave me the low down. Very entertaining conversation. A very compelling story teller. He told me all about the great hurricane on his island in fascinating detail. Told me his life story. Opened up very honestly. We have all seen hurricane stuff on TV and read stories. Thankfully, few have experienced it. What really struck me from this guys story was the preparation and aftermath that rarely gets reported from a first hand point of view.
All of the domesticated animals have to be released into the wild to find their own shelter. The cats, dogs, pigs, chickens - all of them. I hadn't considered that.
The aftermath was where this guys stories really sunk into me. Two hours he kept me entertained and enthrawled. When the storm had passed (360 kph winds!) all of the trees had been stripped of bark and foilage. This meant no shade from the sun and no photosynthesis - the air and atmosphere was stale. The island relied on desalinated water. The sea was full of rotting flesh. Dead fish. Dead birds. Even Millions of dead shrimps floating on the surface. The bacteria breeding was deadly, so they had to wait for drinking water to be flown in. Above all, what this guy remembers was the deadly morning silence. Everyday he had woken to the sounds of a dawn chorus and the wind rustling the palms. Now there was nothing. No cockerels. No birds chirping. No pigs foraging. Just dead silence. It took about Two weeks before the animals (wild and domesticated) started to return. He also told me about how the indigenous natives dealt with hurricanes long before any African slaves settled.
I bought more wine and picked up some paper cups from a bar. We were joined by others. I was then invited to come along to the red cross van for soup and biscuits. A good opportunity to check out just who is on the streets and who I would have to befriend if I want to work the streets here. It is generally safe. As you would expect from Ibiza, drug availability and abuse is rife. Other than that, it does have a great community feel along long termresidents on the streets, or other.
I love meeting people from all sorts of backgrounds. When they are such compelling story tellers it makes things even more fun. Based on experience, or imagination, it is irrelevant. It is extremely valuable.
Still finding my feet here. There are next to no tourists, so I need to spread news on the local scene. I like it very much so far. It is much more liberal, tolerant and relaxed than I had expected.
Beds can be found very cheap here at this time of year when you know where to look, but all the backpackers type places are closed.
Back to drink wine with my new mates in the plazas tonight. Might save another bit of cash sleeping in the bank
I am having a great holiday so far
Must remeber I am here to work also!
Good job I packed my cardigan.
Unless I get lucky 
