Since I spent the majority of my day alone during my trip to St. Antoni, I was in need of friends for the evening. While most people might find it a cause for concern, nothing makes friends better than free alcohol at a hostel. I stopped at a convenience store to pick up some vodka and Redbull on my way back to the hostel and within minutes of arriving I made some new, likeminded friends wielding bottles of Jägermeister and Goldschläger.
They were far fancier than me... they also had jobs.
We began the evening with the usual card games and I eventually persuaded a few members of the group to accompany on my adventure to Space. If there is one thing I love about experienced travelers, it's that they rarely ever plan ahead. Since my compatriots didn’t have any plans of their own outside of drinking, they happily purchased tickets and we were off to Space.
The club is located south of the city center just a few block back from the main beach on a street called Platja d'en Bossa. It's about a 40-minute walk from my hostel, but the streets along the way are lined with restaurants, bars, and various stores all blaring electronic anthems from their shop windows. When we finally arrived on Platja d'en Bossa, the street was jam packed with over the top bars drenched in neon lights, flashing LEDs, and deafening music everywhere you turned. Each of the numerous bars were full of impeccably well dressed people, model-like hostesses, a plenty of velvet ropes to ensure a clear line of demarcation between the “haves” and the “have-nots.” Personally, I detest the hollow illusion of exclusivity these establishments thrive off of, but damn if it isn't pretty.
Entrance into Space was surprisingly easy, all things considered, and when we arrived we headed straight to the bar to refill after the long walk. Even after three years of living in New York City, Ibiza now holds the title of the most expensive beer I've ever purchased in my life coming in at €12 (~$16). Naturally, it probably was a better deal to just go for a mixed drink, but I couldn’t justify spending €20+ for a drink. Luckily, thanks to the festivities back at the hostel, I wasn’t in much need of the bar’s services.
Every hostel I've stayed at so far cost less... and they came with breakfast!
The first room of the club was surreally tranquil and I was surprised to see such calm music being played in an club that was notorious for it’s epic parties. After a little exploring we discovered the main room where the eardrum-shattering music was playing. The three of us dove in head first into the riotous crowd full of people under the influence of anything that could be drunk, smoked, or consumed in pill form. Within seconds we were enveloped by the torrent of people gyrating to the rhythm of the thunderous speakers surrounding the main dance floor. As the night progressed the intensity of the music and light show increased. Between the torrent of whirling people, flashing lights, and constant bursts of fog from the machines overhead, it was enough to send even the most stable of people in to a epileptic fit.