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Alternative Ibiza?

Shattered. Trying to carry way too much.

It is so fucking sunny and green and yellow and blue and orange and...

There are a few leafless deciduous trees, but even the fig trees have fresh green leaves appearing. Mostly evergreen conifers and semi-deciduous citrus covered in orange globes and yellow, erm..., erm... lemon shaped things. The grass is vivid green. Meadows are dotted with flowers. All of this in an over commercialised, soulless environment. It isn't much different to out of season Costa Brava which I love also. It is beautiful and seedy as fuck. There's a con on every corner desperate for your out of season €uro.

Not sure if I can make it to San Juan (Santa Joan) for tomorrow. I have 30 minutes to decide whether to take a bus to San Carlos now, or overnight here and try for a lift to the market in the morning. My beautiful friend is very close to San Carlos. Tempted to spring a surprise visit :D

Heads, or tails?????

.........

Bus to San Carlos it is.
 
Ho ho. Best laid plans and all that.

I sat on a bench with a can of beer waiting for the bus.

'Hola 'Stan''.

Ah - shit.

Here is my mate Gunther from Ibiza town. Turns out he caught the bus to catch me up and share a beer. I have no idea whatsoever why I have this effect on people, but I do. He bought beers and spilled out a nightmare story of his life. Tragic. My bus has left.

He then shows me his new 'shopping bag'. It is a very discrete satchel in black (this is important. Red, or blue attract attention) with draw string lined with silver foil and bound with 3M duct tape. He is into his labels. Only 3M duct tape is good enough. He went on a round and came back with some designer sweatshirt with 'proud to be British' stitched on the shoulder.

He then left again. High on tranquies and booze. Taking a spliff. Who knows what else.

He reappeared 40 minutes later looking very rattled. "I got caught" he tells me. Great, so why come back here. Fuck off and leave me to do my art and artist stuff in peace. They took his bag. Sure enough 10 minutes later policia local arrive asking brief questions and telling us to move. They have clocked him (and me for no good reason other than association).

I have booked a nice en-suite with all the trimmings for a night. It has hurt my budget. However, I am going to highly recommend Santa Eularia as an off season break. I like it lots. Very gentle. Cheap. Very contemporary and very wheelchair user friendly right down to the beach. This is exceptional for Spain. There are actually wheelchair routes all around town. No idea about toilets (Spain is always bad at this), but everything else looks smooth and as easy as can be.

The music is shit of course. This is out of season Spanish coastal resort.

Have bought wine. Will make the most of my luxury en-suite whilst sulking because I have no-one to share it with. It has WiFi.

"Hold the line - love isn't always on time".

I did actually hear the macaraina thingy thing earlier :( Have to love it.
 
Ho ho. Best laid plans and all that.

I sat on a bench with a can of beer waiting for the bus.

'Hola 'Stan''.

Ah - shit.

Here is my mate Gunther from Ibiza town. Turns out he caught the bus to catch me up and share a beer. I have no idea whatsoever why I have this effect on people, but I do. He bought beers and spilled out a nightmare story of his life. Tragic. My bus has left.

He then shows me his new 'shopping bag'. It is a very discrete satchel in black (this is important. Red, or blue attract attention) with draw string lined with silver foil and bound with 3M duct tape. He is into his labels. Only 3M duct tape is good enough. He went on a round and came back with some designer sweatshirt with 'proud to be British' stitched on the shoulder.

He then left again. High on tranquies and booze. Taking a spliff. Who knows what else.

He reappeared 40 minutes later looking very rattled. "I got caught" he tells me. Great, so why come back here. Fuck off and leave me to do my art and artist stuff in peace. They took his bag. Sure enough 10 minutes later policia local arrive asking brief questions and telling us to move. They have clocked him (and me for no good reason other than association).

I have booked a nice en-suite with all the trimmings for a night. It has hurt my budget. However, I am going to highly recommend Santa Eularia as an off season break. I like it lots. Very gentle. Cheap. Very contemporary and very wheelchair user friendly right down to the beach. This is exceptional for Spain. There are actually wheelchair routes all around town. No idea about toilets (Spain is always bad at this), but everything else looks smooth and as easy as can be.

The music is shit of course. This is out of season Spanish coastal resort.

Have bought wine. Will make the most of my luxury en-suite whilst sulking because I have no-one to share it with. It has WiFi.

"Hold the line - love isn't always on time".

I did actually hear the macaraina thingy thing earlier :( Have to love it.
 
Last time i did the hippy market shit ,I sold out by 11 ,only had 3 items .A Zodiac,bike 12 speed,don,t remember the other item but it have been good>?????Rave on bro .Keep the faith.
 
Yes much better class of mates in Granada he bro????????:confused:

Mostly. Yes.

Despite the fact that Granada is a bigger city, it isn't quite so mean. Free meals are available here, but the money thing attracts all sorts - the sorts that are missing from Granada.

Difficult to explain to most reading here. You have experienced it as I have. It is not easy when you are surrounded by people desperate for their next €1. Here, in Ibiza, the streets are meaner.

Good to know you are back somewhere where you can try to make a start again.

This stuff isn't something I like to talk about too much in a public domain. In Granada we had our own trust. We knew where we stood with each other. When you hit a new city you have to start all over again. Even when you think you know people well you occasionally get a shock!

................

Miguel sends his love. Think he is on holiday in that there London for a couple of days. Call him :D
 
Nice here.

Very relaxed Sunday doing sweet FA. This has left me a little compromised on the cash front. I have booked another night en-suite. They gave me a discount.

I love out of season coastal resorts. They are fucking brilliant for a wind down. However, they are not so fucking brilliant for making cash. I need some serious effort and luck tomorrow!

I am waiting for a phone call about a €400 job. I need it, or I could get stuck here :D I don't care. I have a meeting tomorrow that will be the highlight of my year regardless.

Santa Eularia off season. Almost as good as Sitges, but a little over polished for the likes of me.
 
Fuck knows where I am now :D

Some tiny village full of aging German hippies. I was expecting to find a bit more than this. Something to sketch at least, but nope - it is like Two streets and nothing else. I may get trapped here. Going to call my friend (who happens to be a bit of a German hippy) to meet up. I was planning to buy her a meal, but I don't have the cash. The cash would be pretty useless here anyway. There is nowhere to spend it. I like this sort of remote countryside for brief moments only.

Who knows where I go from here. Perhaps my friend has a sofa? The only other option is a walk back to Santa Eularia for a beg for a nights credit at my regular hotel. Then back to Ibiza town to chase my client and some cash.

Very nice for a couple of hours mind. Well, an hour and a half. 40 minutes. Fuck! Get me out of here. There is no booze, or tobacco :(
 
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I'm really not sure what people do in villages this small and quiet. I would (probably will) get into trouble very quickly.
 
OMFG!!! This is German hippy paradise.

I have already fallen back in love with my beautiful friend. She's out for the evening to do German hippy songs with her hippy mates. She has a beautiful little pad in the country surrounded by flowers, fruits nuts etc all growing semi-wild. Pics will come. We were just picking tangerines together. There are even banana trees.

I will stay for One night only. Strange thing about this person for me is that I love her to bits for being very unhippy in a very reliable, dependable, sorted sort of way. Yet, she would describe herself as being very much the opposite.

This place is incredible.
 
I'll do more photos tomorrow. I would love to live here, but unfortunately I am not a German hippy with family money to depend on. Much as I love countryside paradise in small doses, I need city and city people to survive.

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Think I may have done all of the Ibiza I wanted to see. Small commission tomorrow. Possibility of another painting. Date with my friend in Ibiza town. Then, I think I am going to focus on getting to Mallorca.

Any tips for alternative Mallorca?
 
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