Travel Writing - Ibiza

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As I stepped out of the aeroplane, the heat hit me. You can always feel it straight away when you go some place warm. Anyway, I began walking towards our bus, pushing my suitcase trolley along with a squeak every time the front right wheel made a complete turn. I approached the bus and a random man seemed to come from nowhere, took the cases, and just threw them into the little hatch under the bus. He had an extremely unusual serious look on his face. I just left him to it and got on.

        We arrived at our hotel which seemed like a nice little cosy place. The beach was right in front of us – white sand, crystal clear water, the perfect, paradise beach. Out of the blue, a speed boat come flying round the cliffs, which surrounded the beach, with a speeding banana boat attached, and about six screaming maniacs holding on to try and stay as dry as possible. So much for the quiet and perfect beach. Anyway, I got my belongings and wandered off into my hotel, searching for the reception, ending up in the bar area.

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        A few hours later, I was in my room settling in. I had a quick shower, got changed and went out exploring. As soon as I had set foot out of the hotel premises, roughly three fairly large (as in obese) coloured, men approached me, squabbling on in what sounded like Spanish. One had a cardboard tray full of stale doughnuts, while the other two were trying to get my attention with what looked to be an expensive amount of jewellery. I barged my through the three of them, and just kept walking, fairly swiftly in any direction to try ...

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