a day in ibiza town | ibiza.

ibiza town
ibiza town
ibiza town

The need to get away!

I knew I had to get away and see some sun sooner or later. My last few holidays have been to places like Iceland, Prague and Copenhagen and well, I live in England and this year has hardly felt like one of the warmest (I still haven’t packed my winter coat away). I’m not even one for the summer, I much prefer the winter but I still wanted some sun. Still wanted to step off a plane and feel the heat hit me. When one of my friends from Uni expressed the same wish, it wasn’t long before we started looking for breaks away.I’m not sure how we came across Ibiza – I have had a little bit of an aversion to Spain for a number of years. It just seemed to be a place loads and loads of British people went to, a lazy option plus every single time I’ve been to Spain or heard tales of friends who’ve been to Spain something disastrous has happened. So I’m not sure why we decided to book, but I am really glad we did.

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The main Ibiza trip

Picking Ibiza was a little unnerving for me too, as I’m not a huge fan of clubbing and well, it’s pretty well known what Ibiza is known for. I haven’t been “clubbing” since I lived in Holland. Dutch clubbing is pretty tame compared to English clubbing and I’m sure I didn’t enjoy it then and I wouldn’t have enjoyed it now. Luckily, we picked a resort in the north of the Island – Portinatx – away from the clubs and the stag dos and the parties and whatever else. It was a good choice – quiet, empty enough beaches, adult, only pools to lounge around next to and empty seas to spend the day kayaking around.

But that was kind of it. With a very late flight back home on our last day, we knew we’d have to find something away from Portinatx to fill our time. So we decided to get the bus into Ibiza town.

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Getting there

Let me just start by saying that this in itself was not an easy option. The bus from Portinatx to Ibiza town may have only been €2.95, but it ran four times a day at the oddest times. Not even in some of the most rural parts of England would the bus service have been this shit. It meant when you were in Ibiza town, you were pretty much stuck there for the day and you had to make the most of it. And God forbid you forgot where the bus stop back was.Because spending three days at an all-inclusive hotel stuffing our faces hadn’t quite been enough food, the first thing we did was find ourselves a quiet bar near the port in the city. We grabbed a small selection of tapas, some beer and some shade away from the sun. It was pretty hot at this point, so any shade was extremely welcome!

ibiza town
ibiza town

The day

We then walked along the port of the city. It brought back a lot of memories of the last time I was in Ibiza, around 10 years ago. I came in on a cruise with my Dad. At sixteen, I think all I wanted to do was go clubbing. What a sea change to now!

We watched the thousands of ferries head off to Formentera, another island off the coast of Ibiza. It’s apparently a lot smaller and apparently a lot prettier than Ibiza. We didn’t have time to head over. But if I’m ever back in Ibiza grabbing a ferry will be one of the first things I do. The port area of the city is full of hippy market stalls which are a mainstay of Ibiza. They’re not really my thing, they are worth a quick look.

After recharging with a drink, we head off to Dalt Vila (literally high town). It’s a Unesco world heritage site – a town hidden inside castle walls. A complete maze of cobbled streets with secret tunnels. There was even one hidden behind a Catholic Shrine. We entered through a drawbridge and walked into one of the bigger squares of Dalt Vila; Plaza de Vila. You can get amazing views across the island and over to Formentera.

We carried on heading up, and down and up again through the maze until we stumbled on a square full of bars and restaurants, including one which instead of chairs had bean bags up the steps of the hill. We stopped again for another drink – I was a typical tourist and had a glass of sangria followed by affogato (at least, I know that’s what it’s called in Italian, who knows what the Spanish version is!).

ibiza town
ibiza town

ibiza town

Calle de la Virgen and cocktails

Afterwards, we wandered around Calle de la Virgen. It got a little more touristy, with a few shops and a whole lot of fridge magnets. It’s the main gay part of the city, and there are rainbow flags hanging from most buildings. The small alleyway feel of the streets get progressively more packed as the evening goes on. Full of people heading off towards the bigger clubs in Ibiza!

We headed the other way, to a small square – Plaza del Parque – where we treated ourselves to a few cocktails. They came with pintxos – small snacks which are generally held together with a toothpick. We watched the world go by and steeled ourselves for the horrendous bus journey back to the airport.

ibiza town

ibiza town

ibiza town

Would I go back to Ibiza Town?

Definitely. We had a brilliant time in the sun, watching the world go by aided by a few cocktails. I’m glad we took time out from our lazy mini-summer holiday to go and explore Ibiza a little more. Seeing Ibiza town in all its glory has changed my view of the island a little. It’s definitely not just for clubbers!

Have you been? 

2 Comments

  1. June 16, 2017 / 10:22 am

    I had an offer from Workaway to go and stay in Ibiza but I was thinking about passing it on because of it's reputation as a party town. But after reading this post and seeing your gorgeous photos, maybe it is a place for me, especially the quieter part of town. I might just take up that offer after all!

    Marbl☾☽Moon

  2. June 16, 2017 / 12:24 pm

    I loved hearing about the other side of Ibiza, not just the clubbing as that's pretty much what it was known for for me too! I love how colourful and pretty the island looks – I think I'll have to add it to my wanderlust list! xx

    Laura // Middle of Adventure

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