Thursday, 22 October 2015


I didn't go on holiday this summer (unless you count drinking until I passed out every day at Reading festival), but in September me and my gap year buds were passing a travel agent and saw a sign for a week's all inclusive holiday in ibiza in October for £369. We joked about going but after discussing it decided it was actually feasible. Me and lauren went to the travel agent and discussed it, looked at some hotels and went back again to book it. Molly couldn't come bc of money which was sad but better to prioritise our actual travelling,espesh as we need to pay for our flights in full soon. Anyway, me and lauren went for a chat with the sweetest travel agent who described the holiday as a 'billy bargain' and showed us loads of hotels. He found some in mallorca and let us make our choice with a cup of tea (he was the best). We settled on some apartments in magaluf, as although I'm not a massively party person I do like going out and given it was the end of the season it wouldn't be too mental. We ended up paying £345 for flights from our town, transfer to and from the hotel, a room in a 4* hotel and all inclusive food and drinks for a week. 

It went really quickly in the build up to it bc of working full time, and I ended up packing the night before we left after a shift. Lauren stayed over and my dad took us to the airport for 7am where we had breakfast before flying over to mallorca. After the coach transfer dropped us off in the rain at a hotel which was closed I started to think we'd made a massive mistake coming to mallorca. But we walked to one round the corner and discovered we'd had some kind of upgrade, ironically to a hotel we'd only decided against because it was an extra £150 each. Our apartment was modern and massive with a flat screen TV. 

We went out the first night on a horrific bar crawl we were stupid enough to agree to after being pressured by some promoters. We met 2 fairly normal guys and the rest of the people were sooooo weird- in particular a group of overweight women in their 50s rocking some 'made in Scotland, destroyed in magaluf' neon t shirts; stunning. 

We spent the days lounging by the pool, reading, eating, and wandering round the town. We went to the beach most days where I swam in the sea as it was so much warmer than the pool. One night we went out for tapas at a little Spanish restaurant and cocktails at the beach which was fun. Our hotel also had a gym which we went to for half an hour or so most days and its own waterpark. It would have been more fun in summer as the water p much blinded you as you went down the slides but it was still cool.

We also went for a few wanders around the local towns, once in search for a crepe during which we were offered sex by a guy who was drunk at about 3pm (no judging here) and also just around a rural area where we found 2 cats and their litter of 8 kittens omg!!

On the second to last night we had a really good night out at an actually lively club. We met a lot of weird people, including a man of at least 70 who touched us both and some guys definitely on drugs who bought us shots who then stared at us throughout breakfast the next day. But we also met a really sweet guy who helped fend of the 70 year old and danced with us. At around 4am when there weren't many people left a guy asked me to dance, but properly dance, like spinning me round and stuff. It was very cute, and it turned out to be a nice group of guys in their 30s who were not creepy which was a very pleasant surprise. We talked and it turned out he'd travelled a lot, and he gave us a lot of advice on where to go on our gap year travels. It was very sweet.

It was such a fun week and a nice and well needed break from full time work which I am dreading returning to tomorrow, however it has made me even more excited to go travelling ahhh :))) 

Laura x

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