My week-end in Ibiza (part one)...

I will exceptionally spare you lengthy theory about "Milton Friedman, permanent income and french union workers"* and dive right into the good stuff: Pictures of the week-end and anecdotes (although these will have to wait until tomorrow, as I have to work and want to go home at some point)

It was an early thursday, really early 0430 in front of the BCG office, to take this plane:


Soon we were in Ibiza and after some bus transport we reached our destination (I, sleeping through the entire trip... of course, was told it was approximately 40 minutes). Soon the terrace looked like that and a couple beers were popped open...


Most of the team still looked like that though as it was quite early...


The location was superb, especially the way to the beach thouroughly exempt of phone lines, but noone took a picture. If you want something done, DIY**, I guess... Ugly...

Ugly again...

And ugly the third, proving (from beside my finca) that one could easily take a picture without phone lines if willing to walk hundred or so meters... Oh well!

here are my finca's inhabitants by the way

We chill the entire day and then (read: some of us are already quite tipsy when) move over to Jean-Paul Gauthier's House for a night labelled "Dirty and Famous"...
Oh you want to see the house? By day...

... or by night...

... or by special decoration***?


Amazing setting for an amazing party...

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* Meaning it will be served in a very near future as it is - I think - very elegant a theory...
** Do it yourself
*** sight from the terrace