Starting today, do not call me Laura, or Lau or Walubesh or any other strange rendition of my name. Please, just for a week, call me Lauriza. I ask nicely.
Here’s why… Before last week, Ibiza was an exotic beach resort that one could only dream of going to. But now, it is the next place my passport will give me access to. Like, OMG! Like, my dreams are so incredibly valid. Like, how do I lose 30 kilos in a day?
I can’t. But I’m going to Ibiza like that song and I am reliably informed that there is something like a “Wildebeest Migration” that happens there every year.
Here’s something to think about. Just like the incredible migration in the renowned Maasai Mara game reserve that goes from June to October, the party season in Ibiza, Spain goes from June to…October! Where 1.3 million wildebeest make the migration in the Mara, upto 4 million humans migrate in and out of Ibiza every year…
Instead of vans and Toyota Landcruisers, there are Disco Busses that ferry people who’ve come to view this funky phenomenon from club to club to home. Such smart fellas! Hehe..
Ok, its not a natural phenomenon but you have to admit its pretty amazing. And in true migratory fashion, there will probably be people there dressed like Mufasa, Shenzi, or even King Julian!
But how can a party last from June to October. What kind of a party is it? Do they have themes? Are there boat parties; poolside parties, beach parties, proper disco parties, street bashes…what?
At this point, I don’t really care because I am going to Ibiza. I will take in as much as I can and share it with you. What would you like to know?
I found out that Puff Daddy went to record a track in Ibiza and ended up partying for seven days straight. Like, how? But don’t worry, I am Keff Joinange – sorry – Lauriza, and I will help you…find out.
Here’s what happened last year…