Published on May 26th, 2015 | by gatsbyadmin0
Benirras located on the northwest side of the island, is a medium sized beach surrounded by rocks and with some of the clearest water I’ve ever seen. We drove down to the cove on a Sunday—two hours before the sunset. Sunsets on the island are always a spectacle to witness no matter where you are, however Benirras on Sunday is a particular kind of special. Every Sunday people from around the world gather to ‘drum down the sunset.’
According to the legend—“the legend” is the nickname of the dirty hippy I was talking to for a while… don’t get me wrong I love the hippy culture, but this particular dreaded free-spirit smelled like a combination of musk, weed and gasoline, so therefor dubbed the dirty hippy—Benirras has been ‘drumming down the sun’ since the 60 where they use to throw a sunset party once a year and played their drums late into the night. It stopped for a while, but they returned to do this to protest the war in Iraq. “The Legend” was really stoned, but the fact that the drumming still happens every Sunday, gave me the feeling that the story was somehow plausible.
The fact is that this drumming is a unique Ibiza experience, and people from all over the world gather to see the sunset right behind a rock formation called ‘the hand of God’. The staccato sound of the drums with a carnivalesqe rhythm creates a really good dancing atmosphere for everybody to enjoy.
Climbing the rocks to take some pictures you can clearly cut a line and divide the spectators and the spectacle, but that soon ends as the sun passes behind ‘the hand of God’ and touches the sea in the horizon. The drumming slows down and everybody contemplates this motherfucking burning giant in the sky, that scientifically speaking is one of the main reason we are alive, and take pictures or just ponders in awe.
I timed it, and it takes exactly three minutes from when the sun touches the water until the last bit of sun slips under the blanket of water in the distance. After the sun sets a familiar smell appears from somewhere—Gasoline. I turn around looking for “the legend” and I see him accompanied by an entourage of misfit looking drifters and they are lighting shit on fire.
When the sun sets the fire dancers take center stage between the drummers and the sea, then proceed to perform a series of fire spiting, acrobatics and fire antics that encompass why Benirras is a sight not to be missed if you visit the island.
At one point the acid the dirty hippy (the legend) gave me began to kick in and I realized the Gatsby part of the experience had ended, and it was time to spread the Grime inside the drum circle. From then on a thought occurred… that the LSD culture from the Timothy Leary era that washed back into the ocean as Hunters S. Thompson had theorized, somehow washed off into this hippy beach in beautiful Ibiza, Spain.