Ibiza, September 2000. Our first time on the White Isle. Lene’s island tours and Christopher’s local characters. Café con leche and cerveza, nuddy beaches and the never-ending blushes. Hotel Cenit and breaking the beds. Kittens in the sand and drives around the Aleppo pines. Pan and jamon, sticky seaweed and the beauty of Benirras’ bongos. Longed for paella and perfect sunsets. And asking ourselves as we chased yet another one, just what is Balearic? A question we still ask ourselves come 1am at the The Chill Out Tent!
Wildblood and Queenie 