So, you quickly come to realize that there is no such thing as weekends and Monday blues in Ibiza. So on a beautiful sunny Monday morning we decided it would be a good day to go exploring in search of a new beach, and we headed down to the southern coast. Our first stop was Sa Caleta - and I'd love to be able to tell you more about this beach, which seemed to be very popular as the parking lot was full to the brim, but according to our beach scout, J, it didn't look great... so we moved on.

Following the windy road we reached another popular spot, Playa de Jondal, where the very swanky and celebrity frequented Blue Marlin is. At least , this is what I know about it from what I've heard and read online. As you can imagine a place where the caliber of clients include the rich and famous requires you to have a booking, and by the time we got there, they were already fully booked for the day. That's 0 for 2 in case you're keeping track... Things weren't made any better when the valet suggested we may way to try Sa Caleta as its a beautiful sandy beach... I guess J's beach standards must be extremely high as he was very quick to disagree...
So on we continues, just 5 minutes down the road is Tropicana Beach Club, another beautiful spot, but guess what? You also need to book in advance and they are fully booked for the day... And I'll just point out, we weren't wearing rags, so surely it couldn't just be us... this is the sign of peak season at one of the most popular destinations for 2015.

So I think by this point you can pretty much guess we were aimlessly driving (through beautiful coastal roads) for about 1.5 hours and still no beach. To the point where it was now 1.30 PM and I was beginning to feel a little car sick, and hungry - which is never a good combo.

So when we reached a dead end in Es Cubells we decided to regroup and sit down for some lunch. Which is how we ended up in the quiet and calm Restaurante Los Pinos - where we were the only ones for the next hour. Now normally, I wouldn't go to an empty restaurant, but this place was covered in the most beautiful bougainvillea, that I couldn't resist. And I'm so glad we did, as we tasted one of the most garlicky aioli in Ibiza. There was probably a head of garlic per person, it really made your tongue prickle - but it was oh so good.
So after giving it much thought, and given the fact that we were now close to the west side of the island, we decided to go with the tried and tested and made our way back to Cala D'Hort and enjoy and afternoon by the beach, building sand castles, playing Frisbee and indulging in some ice creams.
But soon enough, it was time to make our way back to the apartment and get ready for our night out at Ushuaia to see David Guetta. Now, normally the boys wouldn't be caught dead at a show as commercial as this, but we had a great time dancing away to some cheesy house tunes. We were able to catch the set by Nervo before the main french man himself came on at around 10 PM for a 2 hour set. One of the best things about Ushuaia, and most of the outdoor clubs in PDB is that you are so close to the airport so you see the planes landing, and they get pretty close.
A word of warning - if you are heading out to one of the daily events at Ushuaia make sure you bring enough cash - a bottle of beer is EUR 12 or you can but a drinks package where you get 6 for EUR 60... and don't even bother with water.

And as i was told by a local taxi driver, Ushuaia has pretty much ruined it for the rest of the bars in the area, as you are there for about 4-6 hours, and when the show is over at midnight you are 1 of tow things - drunk or broke - or possibly both. And because it was really only the start of the holiday, we decided to make our way back to the flat, but not before we made a quick pit stop at the bumper cars, where we managed to get a 2 for 1 deal on the ride... this could have been because we were the only ones there.
Two pizzas later it was off to bed to get ready for an early start to catch the ferry to Formentera the next day...