I swapped Barcelona’s beach clubs for a Croatian boat deck and called it market research. That is what I tell people when I trade sangria for rum mixers and the Mediterranean for the Adriatic. By the time we left the harbour I already knew this was not a work trip. It was a very warm, very sunny mistake that I would make again in a heartbeat.
In Split the night out starts in daylight. Check-in at Jimmy Bar is 2 PM sharp and it feels more like a welcome party than a line for a ticket. A wristband goes on, a free shot goes down and suddenly you are swapping club stories with a group from Manchester. In Barcelona this is the stage where someone orders a first mojito. In Croatia people are already on their third round.
At 2:45 PM we climbed aboard Split’s biggest floating club. Two decks, a big sound system, bar staff who work like they are chasing a world record and a drinks menu that could have been lifted from the Barcelona waterfront except for the prices. Cocktail buckets, vodka, beer and mixers were moving faster than the waves. I told myself I would pace it with rum and Coke but that plan lasted about twenty minutes.
About an hour later the boat anchored in the Blue Lagoon. The water was postcard perfect and the sun was still high. People jumped in as if the first prize was bragging rights for life. I took a swim to clear my head and ended up in a spontaneous game of keep the beach ball in the air that grew until half the boat was involved. Every time someone dived in after it the DJ gave a play-by-play over the mic. In Barcelona that kind of chaos normally starts after midnight. Here it was still broad daylight.
We cruised back toward the city while the sun dipped behind the skyline. Music was still rolling, people were swapping numbers and promising to meet again. The photographer moved through the crowd and I am certain there will be at least one photo of me mid belly flop turning up online.
We docked at 8 PM and went straight from sea legs to club floors. The wristband got us into Bacvice Beach Club VIP with no queue and no cover charge. Half the boat came in together and the party picked up right where it had left off. I have guided plenty of big nights in Barcelona but arriving with a full crew straight off a boat is a different kind of energy.
Fifty euros for the pre-party, the boat with a live DJ, the Blue Lagoon swim and VIP club entry is a bargain even for my city. If you are a Barcelona regular who wants to swap tapas for grilled fish and trade the Med for the Adriatic, Out to Sea Split is the place to do it. And when you are back in my neighbourhood, the Barcelona Party Pass will keep you moving until sunrise.