Sails in Spain: Mon 4 Sep - Ibiza, the clubbing capital of the world

We spent all morning trying a range of fishing spots between the cliffs of Ibiza and these fantastic rocks, which from one angle look like a dragon’s head and from other’s a cathedral. Barry discovered a sign in Ibiza later that showed a marine reserve right where we were fishing, this does not seem to deter the locals.
Drifting from spot to spot, in the most crystal clear water, Javier managers to bring up two fish that are barely big enough to feed a seagull, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Just drifting in the warm sun with a gentle breeze, watching the ever changing cliff faces and sea, the morning passes… time for lunch. (PS I managed to get through lots of studying while the rest were fishing or sleeping).

And this time we moor in the best bay of the trip so far. A small bay with a row of boat houses built into the cliff, some supporting small ramshackle dwellings on a second level.

Lunch today is fish, with each of us trying something different. Jim got the pick of the bunch, a crispy Bream.
After lunch the entertainment was leaping from the boat for those brave enough to go, Jim’s Tarzan swing was hard to beat, but Barry managed a pretty decent dive off the boom.


Too much of a good thing so off we go, destination, Ibiza town – the nightclub capital of the world.
Can’t say too much about the evening here… great little pasta dinner at midnight, followed by a little ‘discussion’ with the local police as the captain suggested it would be OK to climb through the hole in the fence to get back into the marina, and with the greatest night clubs on the planet, we all went to bed early… yeah right! Jim ‘duracell bunny’ got through ‘til dawn, and was scrubbing the decks at 10.30, still winding down.