john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

Travel Haiku - Ibiza's Summer


Ibiza's summer
a tidal surge
of clubbers

Ibiza's summer
winds and beaches could not
cool down our spirits

With summer just around the corner, partiers flock to Ibiza, the clubbing capital of the world, for its legendary Opening Parties. All of the Balearic Island's biggest clubs—like Privilege, the largest club in the world with a capacity of 10,000—throw huge bashes from mid-May to late June to kick off the season. You can recover from the blaring techno and flashing strobe lights by strolling Ibiza's rustic old town, exploring its beautiful countryside on bike, or just by lounging on one of the island's dozens of beaches

Submitted: Sunday, May 18, 2008

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