Magaluf Stag Activities Review

Tom, as the stag, had a handicap: for every "bogey" (finishing a drink slower than par), he had to do a forfeit. By hole 7 (a bar called The Crazy Donkey ), he had a collection of plastic monkeys, a sticker on his forehead that said "KISS ME," and had already lost his left shoe. By hole 12 (a karaoke dive), he was singing "Livin' La Vida Loca" into a hairbrush microphone while Paul, the quiet cousin, played air guitar on a pool cue.

The plane touched down in Palma just as the morning sun began to bleach the sky. For seven hours, the stag, a man named Tom, had been serenaded by the gentle snores of his best man, Alex, and the nervous giggles of his younger brother, Finn. Now, stepping onto the tarmac, the heat hit them like a shot of cheap rum. This was it. The Magaluf stag weekend. magaluf stag activities

Their hotel, a whitewashed tower overlooking the infamous Punta Ballena strip, was already thrumming with a bassline that seemed to come from the earth itself. They dumped their bags, and Alex produced a laminated itinerary from his shorts. "Operation Last Blast," he announced. "Phase one: Liquid lunch. Phase two: The Big Dip. Phase three: You wear a dress." Tom, as the stag, had a handicap: for

"It was perfect," he said. "Never again. But perfect." The plane touched down in Palma just as