How could I not mention these two....
I'm sat with the boys in Club Sandwich, where when we need some good English grab we head here for our fix. Barbara and Pam welcome us as always with a lovely smile, followed by "What trouble have you Peppers boys been up to now" to which we all mingle about with cheeky grins. They follow with gossip overheard by holiday makers from the Club 18-30 hotel just around the corner and we deny everything...But they're not daft and either are we so no more is said on the subject until Dave swoops out from the rear and gets to the root of things. We're quaffing home made sausage rolls (Before Jaffa strolls in with the usual banter and finishes them off) while we wait, James has his boiled eggs with soldiers to remind him of his mothers cooking. Ben has beans on toast and I go for the greasy fry-up.
No sooner have I finished mine, Wilson is back picking at the treats on the counter so I sit there and enjoy the 50's memorabilia on display. Marylin Monroe, Elvis and James Dean and of course the cracking shot of Barbara before she had her daughter.... Barbara is partly responsible for my vast Spanish dialect as I would call in after hours for some Spanish lessons with her - This proved to be very handy and later on I'll explain why.
DC has turned up, and we're soon talking about what happened last night! Darren and I caught a few drinkers upstairs involved in a lewd sex act, sweating in the dirty stock room. No sooner had this been discovered it was shut down.........What is it with them...
Anyway, we're heading to Cala Salada (a personal favourite) and seeing as we're all up and about we must get moving so we pile back into the Yellow Punto and make way. Shortly after we turn off the ascending road, through the (unfinished) white pillars, dogged by graffiti and the islands infamous Dr 'Clockwork Orange' bowler hat stencil. Then we make our descent down the winding roads sheltered by the many overhanging trees that line this route. If you didn't know where this place was, you wouldn't have found it and with that we're parking up the Punto, the Peppers boys are here.
It's super hot again today and we make the usual scramble across the rocks easily. Though I've given my bag to Ben so I can jump off the rock and swim to the best beach on the island in true Crusoe style... No sooner have I made the doo' good, I'm on the white sands, shades on and ready to hit a burn with the many many Spanish and Dutch women that clearly heard the boys were coming over this morning.
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Here's a pic from another visit with James' ol' man and the boys.
Terry, a diamond and always over to see the boys working the bar throughout the season.
The sun going down and we've all caught up on some much needed shut eye so we dust off flip-flops and head back to the car. It's always shit getting back up that rope on the slippery rock and usually you're held up waiting for some dear old mother. Up the wooden steps and the cars in sight and when the cars in sight, you hear "Shot Gun" Ben is in the front again...
No sooner have we got back, showered and got ready for work - we're through the doors and making sure our bars stocked up. Chris, one of our reps from the North is in but he's feeling it tonight. Another fight with his missus, too many disco biscuits and a little cry at Christine's bar will sort him out.
Here we go again.
Check out Club Sandwich when you're next on the island! If it's English and you fancy it, they'll make it!
Link: http://www.ibizaclubsandwich.com/
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