Bonkers!

Feeling a lot fresher than the previous evening, we headed off to the Tex-Mex place at the bottom of the hill. Tonight’s plan was to take it easy early doors. A relaxing long dinner. We arrived around 9:30ish. It was nearly 2 hour later that we paid the bill and left. The meal deal on offer was superb. Highly recommended.

Rawdo, Mick and Lenny had decided against the Mexican and were already down the strip. Communication lines were down. We headed to the first bar of the previous night to see if they were there. No sign of them. Finally Shane received a call from Rawdo but couldn’t hear a thing. A text message received said that they were in a bar near Chaplin’s. That narrows it down to about 50 then!


Where's the stag?

We headed down the strip looking at the outside of the bars to no avail. We had lost the stag. More phone calls. All straight to answer phone. I tried Lenny’s number with the same result. Ten minutes later I received a text from Lenny. They had all gone back to the hotel. An early start home in the morning was the reason.

The not getting drunk plan had its downside. Everyone else out was already blind drunk. It’s quite an intimidating atmosphere. We headed for relatively more chilled out places. Or so we thought. We ended up sitting outside at Mambo’s. A large group of young lads were congregated near the pool table. All completely wasted and eventually they started to fall out with each other. Security came over a few times to calm them down but all that did was unite them and they directed there bile at the doormen. Bad idea!


Bonkers!

At this point it looked like the owner had turned up, swinging a bunch of keys around. Chatting in his mobile phone. It was obvious he was calling re-enforcements. The lads got more boisterous. One started an argument with the owner, who looked like he could handle himself. He had clearly had enough and pointed to the beach. He calmly walked over to where he had pointed, waiting for the young lad to come over and sort it out. The young lad had a “moment of clarity” and scarpered.


Cocktails and shots required in Magaluf.

We headed for an indie bar close by. At last some decent music. After a couple in here it was off to Chaplin’s to boogie the night away. At 4am the lights were switched on. Chucking out time. But there was still plenty left in the tank. We went in search for another bar. A lady beckoned me down a back street.
“Very good bar down here”. I was about to head down when Paul H stopped me. Apparently I was heading for the local brothel.

“But she said bar!” was my weak explanation. I don’t think the lads believed me. Anyway we found a dive of a bar before heading back to the hotel.


All that's left of the Stag Party.