There is an Ibiza that only exists at night, two miles off the coast. It is the Ibiza where the sound of the clubs cannot reach you, where the air smells of pine and salt, and where your only neighbour is the reflection of the moon on the hull of your yacht.
Sleeping at anchor is not just about saving on marina fees — although that is part of it. It is about reclaiming the island’s wild sense of freedom. But not every spot will do. To sleep like royalty, you need protection from the wind, the right depth and, above all, that je ne sais quoi that only these five corners — revealed to you by Eivillas — truly have.