Clubbing, drugs, phat beats, Fatso’s English Cafe and neon-hued rave wear. That’s the image I’ve always had of the Party Island, aka Ibiza. As someone who prefers a vegan supper club to a superclub and has never even owned a glo-stick, I approached my Balearic holiday with some trepidation. Then I arrived and discovered that a haven of tranquillity, yoga, sea, sun and delicious vegan food exists in perfect harmony with the club scene. I began my trip in surprise luxury, as a kindly relation made me their plus one for the Heathrow first class lounge (purely for vegan research purposes, of course). I found that most foods were clearly labelled – “vegetarian”, “glutenfree”, “vegan” – and helped myself to a tasty plateful of chickpea salad, fresh veg and delicious fried potatoes.
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