And I wouldn’t be able to take another shower until 4:00pm the following day.
The joys of travel.
I eventually managed to get some sleep, but woke up bright and early at five in the morning. Still groggy from my limited sleep, I glanced around the main cabin as I packed my things and it looked like someone massacred all of the passengers on board. Everyone was sprawled out on the couches, chairs, tables, and even the floor - basically any moderately comfortable patch of ground became a bed. When the captain unexpectedly announced we arrived early through the PA system, the field of corpses rose like zombies smelling the scent of blood and began lumbering to the exit as they rubbed their eyes.
When I exited the ship it was still pitch black outside and the outermost rays of the sun still had not penetrated the thick blanket of stars hanging in the sky. On the bus ride into town, I could still see the previous night’s club goers wandering around in a drunken stupor and gathering in groups to enjoy a round of post-bender cigarettes. Since I was in no rush to haul my backpack around Ibiza in the middle of the night, I found a cafe to loiter around and watched the beautiful sunrise over the distance mountains. It was a perfect way to start the morning. The sun slowly illuminated the sky in a bright orange aurora as the entire town gradually came to life and the last few stragglers from the prior night erratically stumbled back to their hotels. All I could do was sit back, savor my cappuccino, and take it all in.
I’m excited to see what the infamous island of Ibiza holds, but at this point I’m really just looking forward to a nap on the beach. There is a lot to see and do in the few days I have, but I don’t think they could have started in a better way. As I get up from my table, I ceremoniously bow and genuflect at the beautiful island before me, I couldn’t be happier - I finally made it to Ibiza!