Rave may be the middle word in travel, but when raving reporter Kirk Field created the world's first holiday company catering exclusively to clubbers, the world threw everything it could at him: 9/11, volcanic ash clouds, suspicious customs officers, avalanches, North Sea storms, pandemics, fraudulent accountants, and the ghost of Michael Jackson. From high jinks on the high seas and insanity in Ibiza to playing in the powder of the Austrian Alps and psychic silliness on the Costa del Sol, this is the story of what happened when Kirk pioneered a new kind of tourism for guests who weren't interested in spending the night in a five-star luxury bed (or any bed, for that matter!) and for whom a healthy tan raised suspicion rather than envy, suggesting the owner had spent more time on the lounger than on the lash. An uncensored, white-knuckle ride through the side of holidays the brochures don't show you!
