168 HOURS IN IBIZA

168 HOURS IN IBIZA

‘Oh Darling, Let’s be Adventurers’

It was 2.30am and I was woken by the sound of my iPhone alarm…. no amount of snoozing was going to change the fact that the taxi to the airport would arrive in less than a hour. Feeling sick to my stomach and cursing my mother for booking such a god damm early flight, we headed to T1 at Manchester Airport to catch our Jet2 flight to Ibiza. The only other people up at such a ridiculous hour where the usual hen and stag parties and some bloke from Love Island 2016.

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