By Kezia (@keziafrances)
Amnesia is home of the Discobus. For the full Amnesia experience, catch the 3e single-decker ride out of town from the San Antonio bus station with your fellow disco lovers. It gets pretty packed, so tear yourself away from the Ibiza Rocks Bar and follow the signs from the Egg roundabout before the Doorly Daquiris get the better of you. Try not to be alarmed when it feels like you’re being left on the side of the road to later appear in an episode of CSI: Ibiza, because once you turn the concrete corner the sight of the old Amnesia double decker and a larger-than-life Paris Hilton will greet you. If it sounds like a horror movie, it’s probably because it’s supposed to…
Surprisingly, I did not go to ‘Foam and Diamonds’, though the night I did attend – Together at Amnesia – is just as terrifying a thought, but for completely different reasons. There’s a haunted house concealing decks, cat-masked dancers and Knife Party. Actually the dancers were pretty cute.
It’s advisable to check club listings well in advance on Resident Advisor – I thought I “might as well” go to Amnesia on the Tuesday as all other nights during my trip were spoken for (so many parties, so little time) and as a seasoned Ibiza visitor I probably should have known better than to have plumped for a ‘Lads’ kind of night, but I was lured by the promise of VIP and fancied a ride on the disco bus at least once during my stay.
The music was the kind that gave you energy, with thumping beats and pop vocals, so despite my inability to pay 20 euros for vodka soda I had a good, long, unpretentious dance. Several Lana Del Ray mash-ups later I wondered what the hell I was doing in a throbbing super club being stroked by “Zombie Lad” when I could have 5 cocktails and 3 shots for a tenner back in the West End, minus the zombie. I got on the disco bus and vowed to come back another day next time, hopefully long after all the ‘Foam and Diamonds’ bubbles burst.