Sprinting up the drive way of Amnesia dragging a very drunk Gemma behind me wasn’t exactly how Id seen my night going when I originally arranged to go see Armin, Roger Sanchez and Markus Shultz last night. We were meeting friends and had kept them waiting for well over an hour. We slowed down as we got to the corner, trying to retain some form dignity to find the pair of them with huge smiles on their faces. I was a bit scared to be honest, considering id expected the standard ‘where the fuck ya been?’. Very out of breathe I tried to apologize but was quickly cut off and had a camera rammed in face. “We just met Armin” they said.

I couldn’t believe it, the picture was of them two and Armin, arm in arm in Amnesia carpark. Considering one of them is the biggest Armin fan I’ve ever met I couldn’t hold it against them to much, but still!

Naturally, i couldn’t really see the night itself topping that moment in the car park, but as is often the case, i was wrong. Like most nights on the Island the crowd was brilliant, very mixed and all there to have an amazing night. We started off in the main room catching the last 20 minutes of Markus Shulz. I’d been looking forward to see him but must admit i wasn’t overly impressed, compared to some of the stuff i had of his on my i-pod. I found him a bit a flat at times and was often distracted by his Orc like appearance. The man is not easy on the eyes i can tell ya that for free!

It was around this this time that my friend Gemma’s flip flops snapped, however like a trooper she carried on the entire night, despite the many shards of glass that embedded themselves in her feet over the course of 5 hours. Well done Gemma! Your efforts have not gone unnoticed!

The heat got a bit to much in the main room so we headed to the mix mag terrace to check out a bit of Roger Sanchez’s 7 hour set. I went in with no preconceptions on what to expect, but was met with a perfect mix of commercial dance, techno, trance and Ibiza classics, all accompanied with amazing visuals. He was Ace!

After about three hours of dancing like fools, we decided to try and make use of my Amnesia ‘gold’ card and find the apparently cheaper VIP bar… Well after about 20 minutes of searching and being chucked out of several sectioned off areas, the location of this elusive bar is still a mystery to me, i had to give in and pay the completely reasonable 15 euros for a vodka and coke. Places like Amnesia must be buying in bottles of spirits for about half that price. I cant imaging the money they take each night. I shall never begrudge the £3.80 i pay in Nottingham ever again!

At 5.30 we headed back to the main room to catch the last half hour of Armin. I’ve seen him three times now and each time i can’t help but feeling like I’m witnessing something a bit special

I fly back to the UK tomorrow, and i can honestly say Ibiza has given me possibly the best summer i will ever be luck enough to have. With the above night defiantly being one to remember!