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8 DJs tell us about their very first trip to Ibiza

If these headline DJs’ early experiences are anything to go by, expect madness

  • Johnny Lee
  • 22 May 2015

First trip to Ibiza this year? If these headline DJs' early experiences are anything to go by, expect madness. And be grateful you aren't sleeping in a Fiat Panda with two others...

Sven Väth

"In 1980, I was 16 and I hitchhiked from Frankfurt to Barcelona. I tossed a coin to decide whether I'd stay in Barcelona or go to Ibiza. The coin flip sent me to Ibiza. I suppose the following three months fashioned the rest of my life. Clubs without roofs, music I had not heard before from people like Pippi, Cesar and Alfredo, and a vibrant sense of colour, life, warmth and freedom everywhere I looked. It was the closest I ever came to becoming a fully paid-up hippy! For the next three months I slept in the pine forests on a deckchair I had liberated. I was inspired and in love with the place and the people."

Carl Cox

"The first time I went to Ibiza was in 1985. When my girlfriend at the time and my sister Pamela got to the island we got enough cash together to buy a Fiat Panda. It was very basic: no air-con, no tinted windows, nothing. But it did have a seat that turned into a bed! We took a dirt road from the airport to San Antonio – it was the first time I'd ever driven on the wrong side of the road. For the first two days my sister, my girlfriend and I slept in the car park opposite Eden, beside Es Paradis. The nights were cool, but when the sun came up the Fiat turned into a green-

house! It was ridiculous, I couldn't even be with my girlfriend because my sister was with us in the car. So we scraped the last of our cash together and booked into a hostel in the West End above a karaoke pub. It was noisy, chaotic and nasty, but it was a luxury compared to the car!"

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