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In the middle of the Balearic Sea, lies a boho fairyland of sandy beaches and yoga retreats. The entire country of Spain’s concept of gratification beams from this patch. That’s right. It’s like a holy retreat, a destination with its own rules. A part of it is a temple for all the wicked, superficial things a man desires: money, sex, and antidotes. Here, all that is unprincipled and flimsy in Spanish Culture has been overhauled into a sparkling mold, covered in magic and somehow made right. It’s dazzling and flawed at the same time. Ibiza is more than just an island in the middle of wide waters; it’s a part of Spain’s life force itself. Palm Trees, blue water, and massive resorts on either side of the route, a two-line road jammed with fancy restaurants and clubs. As you walk down it, you’re surrounded by bikini babes, beach beds and gigantic beach resorts- like somewhere Super Mario would live. The whole city is like a theme park. It’s Willy Wonka meets the world - and glitz. I expect to see piranhas to come and drown the entire island like a movie set. It’s that kind of place. It’s extraordinary. But damn right it is fun. In a single day, you can drown in the sun gaze, get lost in a club, have dinner with flamenco dancers around and end up in the red light district with weird old people cram for some pleasure. You can see the men surfing between huge waves, girls wooing after every sentence they speak, flamenco dancers tapping their feet till they’re numb, girls dressed in nothing but paint in the clubs. Everything is reckless, blitzed and loud. Everyone's a clubber in Ibiza. Even the shopkeepers, doctors and housewives. The island's economy is based purely on clubbing. At the airport, you are asked to show your best moves to gain access. Gambling is another thing in Ibiza which is extravagant, you play blackjack for an hour and earn 60 euros, you feel like Dan Bilzerian. You play Baccarat for 30 minutes and lose 100 euros, you feel like Ted Mosby from How I Met Your Mother. Entire rooms are filled with slot machines. But the most pleasure-seeking experience of all isn’t even imaginable. Flyboarding. On this paradise of beaches with its crystalline turquoise waters and white sand, walking on water is a miracle come true. When you're there, you see Ibiza for what it is: a magical paradise in a wilderness of silence and seawater. So in the context of numeric digits, Ibiza gets a 100/100 from my side. It’s a world of its own rights.