I think this is the only photo of us in Pacha. A bit of a shame really - but hopefully conveys the fact we were having a good time :)
Russell had this evening planned long before we got to the island. Aparently, we HAD to do Pacha - and we were going to do it on a Tuesday night. As usual, the daylight hours were wasted sleeping and drinking while lying in the sun and swimming in the pool. More BBQ to fill the belly's and then we were off across the island again - to Ibiza Old Town, where we pub crawled our way towards Pacha - snacking on tapas and loading up on beers. The inital plan was to eat dinner in Pacha. Andy seemed to think we could get a meal there for the same price as entry. We dropped our names at the door and were escorted to a private area overlooking the dance floor, where we were advised we'd need to part with 1500 euros. We didn't hesitate to let them know that we weren't happy about that - so it wasn't too long before we were promptly shown the door. Unwilling to be easily beaten we simply retreated to a nearby bar to grab some dinner and then returned the club at a more sensible hour (I think it was about 1am) and we proceeded to club the night away. Awesome Club.