Pacha

We only have one opportunity to experience Ibiza’s famous nightclubbing culture so we go for it.
It’s our last night in the town and Ruby and Colm are having a sleep over in Nana and Grandad’s apartment.
By pure chance we have the closest berth out of all four marinas, to the oldest and most celebrated club on the Island, Pacha.
Today, Thursday is the first day this week that it’s opened - it feel like fate and we must go.
The 12am to 6am opening hours are a little intimidating but we remember that we can leave whenever we want.
There are queues when we get there and it’s packed when we get inside. People are mainly in their early 20s with a few old timers like us.
The music is pumping and we have great time dancing and people- watching.
Like the sensible people we are we head home at a reasonable hour conscious that we are back out on the water in the morning.Read more