On May 28, 2013, the weather was looking really bad again like yesterday. Ivan and I packed our luggage up. Lil Dave had a sad good-bye with his new friend Reggie the bear. It was time to leave the cool yacht Encore.
Ivan, Lil Dave, Lee, Louise and I got into a taxi to Magaluf. We went to Sotavento club-apartments. Outside the pool area, we noticed lots of young British people. The place looked very pretty and trendy inside.
Ivan and I wanted to check in, but the room wasn’t ready yet. We filled out our paperwork. They ask way too many questions like your address and e-mail address when you’re checking into a hostel or hotel. I’m not sure what they do with this information. We stored our luggage in the storage room.
Everybody was starving, so we were set on finding a restaurant as soon as possible.
We walked all along the beach to check out Nikki Beach’s menu. I knew it would be too expensive. Ivan complained to the hostess that it was even more expensive than the one that used to be open in Las Vegas and he thought that was expensive. Lee got embarrassed by this since he will be coming back here. Ivan doesn’t care what people think. I wish I was more like that… I try to be, but I still do for some reason.
We walked back to the first restaurant since the rest of the restaurants looked alright, but nothing too special.
We sat down at The Beach Club and Ivan ordered a jug of cava sangria. I have always loved sangria with red wine and never tried white sangria until this trip. The cava sangria is so light and refreshing. It’s definitely a drink for the summer. I’m going to make it when I’m back at home.
The menu was small, but with reasonable prices. Ivan and I each got a Skagen wrap which is a slightly sweet mayonnaise mixture with shrimp. Ivan also had a fruit salad. The food was so tasty. The DJ was playing some cool lounge house music.
Our table was right by the pool. The Beach Club is really pretty. It was quiet though.
There was a loud bar next door filled with young girls. Of course, Lee and Ivan went to go check it out. The music sounded weird like some folk music probably from these young girl’s country which we were thinking was Sweden. The girls were really getting into the music and dancing around. A guy who had his shirt off was wearing an Indian head thing and a lei who was standing on the tables.
It turned out they were from Sweden and probably all 18 years old. The Terrible Twins (Ivan and Lee) were invited on their boat party at 5 pm. But, if Louise and I wanted to go it would be 50 Euros for each of us.
It was fun to chat and laugh with Lee and Louise while enjoying the lovely cava sangria.
Ivan and Lee kept saying how they’re going to go on the booze cruise with the young Swedish girls. Louise and I were thinking they were full of it. Louise said Yah, go ahead. I know Louise didn’t want to go on that boat with a bunch of young 18 year olds. Although, it would be funny seeing them on the boat get even more drunk than they already are… and puking on the side of the boat. I didn’t care what we did really. I’m usually up for most things unless it’s skydiving or bungee jumping.
The crazy Swedish girls left a few minutes later. Ivan and Lee left to see what was going on.
I knew they’d be back shortly. The boys came back and said that the boat was super full, but they found a cool busy bar with a Wet T-shirt competition which was two bars down. So, we paid our bill and headed to Mambo’s Terrace.
It was packed with Brits. This is where all the people were!! Lee was all excited since the Wet T-shirt was going on and apparently one was really fit (good-looking). We grabbed a table with a good view of the stage.
Ivan and Lee got beers while Louise and I were only allowed vodka lemonades. I guess we had too much sangria already.
I noticed a bunch of guys dressed as sailors and figured it was a stag do (bachelor party).
A few minutes later, one of the sailors gave us a free tray of shots. He was really nice. He told us to take some and then pass it along. The shots were Sambuca.
We kept watching the wet t-shirt competition. The girls would give the judges (who were guys from the audience) a lap dance and then go talk to the MC. The MC was asking questions about their life. I’m sure the people in the bar didn’t really care where she was from or if she had a boyfriend. After, the girl would dance on a little platform and get sprayed with water. Most of the girls were quite rough and weren’t very pretty. Their bodies were alright. Louise and I thought one tall blonde girl looked like a horse. The best girl was definitely Maya who was pretty and had a nice body.
Louise and I were rooting for her to win.
Later, the girls had to ride the mechanical bull. The point wasn’t about making the girl fly off. But, instead the controller was making sure the right parts were bouncing.. so it was really slow. I think I could deal with that kind of mechanical bull ride. Maya was quite flexible and made a great pose on the bull.
The winners were announced and sadly Maya came in 2nd place. The fit blonde bird (who wasn’t really fit at all) that Lee liked won. I don’t know why though – she wasn’t anything special.
I just HAD to get a picture with one of the sailors who was dressed like Popeye. I thought it was hilarious. At this point, I was drunk and I’d talk to anybody. When I’m sober, I can be quiet shy around people I don’t know. The English sailors were quite funny. The group of guys were a stag do like I thought.
I was talking to Popeye and he looked very sober. I told him he needed to drink more and asked where is spinach was. He didn’t even drink the Jager bomb that the other sailor was passing out to everybody. One guy named Sam.. he was very huggable. He was like a teddy bear.
I asked the English guys where they thought I was from. I was trying to talk in an English accent since I’ve been around Ivan, Lee and Louise (who are all English) lately.. I thought I might be catching their accent. But, they weren’t fooled and said America. I told them my husband was English. They asked which one and I said the one with the cat ears. A few got excited and said Let’s go meet the husband!
I was over there talking to the sailors for awhile. I saw one who had a lock in his ear and I told him he looked gay. Even his picture turned out quite camp.
I went back to our table because Ivan thought I should come back.
We chatted and were thinking of going somewhere else since the bar was clearing out.
I went to the toilet and when I came out a young black man approached me. I thought he was so cute and kept pinching his cheeks like a grandma does to her little grandson. He said he was 31 years old and I said Oh, you must be 25 years old. He’s probably a lot younger..now that I think about it. He wanted to take me back to his place. I see why Magaluf has the nickname Shagaluf. It’s so easy to get shagged here! I laughed and said I was married. But, that didn’t seem to deter him. I asked him where he thought I was from. He said London. I was so happy about that.. since I fooled one person. Although, it would be better to fool an English person.
We walked around to find dinner.
Lee really wanted to go to Godfather’s since he’s been before. I was glad to use the free internet. Ivan ordered the grilled sole while I got the chicken breast. My chicken breast wasn’t anything special.. just ok. Ivan’s sole looked huge and tasty.
We walked around Magaluf. Ivan and I kept stopping in the souvenir shops. I found one shop that had really funny souvenirs. We bought a few things like a hula skirt and penis keychains.
Lee thought we should go somewhere to have a drink before we called it a night.
We went to Alex’s Bar and had a drink. I’m so glad that we had a really fun, crazy day out. We said bye to Lee and Louise since they were headed back to the yacht. Ivan and I walked back to the club apartment and checked in.
We took it easy – we used the internet and had pot noodles for a late night snack before going to sleep.