Passenger terrified as ‘drunk' rowdy flyers turn Ibiza plane into ‘mid-air nightclub'
An easyJet passenger was left petrified after a group of rowdy 'drunk' British flyers turned her Ibiza flight into a 'nightclub'.
Furious Spaniard Erika Barrachina claimed she suffered a 'panic attack' after having to cope with 'scum' passengers.
The Ibiza resident blasted that these type of tourists should never have been allowed to board the plane in the first place.
Shocking footage showed a packed plane with passengers appearing to bang on luggage compartments and yell: 'Come on Ibiza!'
Multiple travellers appeared to be waving their arms and legs around while sat during the loud journey.
And some who seemingly found the whole situation hilarious decided to record the noisy chanting.
The Spanish local said that her 'flight from London to Ibiza was absolutely horrible'.
The passenger said she was 'scared' while travelling on the jet 'full of real English animals'.
'Everyone standing, screaming, guys hitting each other, drinking bottles of alcohol one after the other and stopping the flight attendants from doing their job,' she added.
The appalled passenger called her experience: 'Real hell.'
She said of the footage which she managed to record: 'This video is the just the end because I couldn't film what happened during the journey.'
Barrachina also claimed that Brit passengers were drunk and high before boarding.
She continued: 'Taking pills and drinking alcohol at the same time, which I saw with my own eyes.
'It was a really wild 2.5 hour flight.'
The Spanish passenger raged: 'This shouldn't be allowed. They shouldn't let scum like this get on a plane or sell alcohol on board.
'We don't want this type of tourism in Ibiza, they should stay at home.'
She branded the uncontrollable Brits 'wild animals'.
The Ibiza resident also told a local Ibizan newspaper: 'I'm not afraid of flying because I've flown around the world but I had a panic attack because it was like being in a pub, in a nightclub, but in the air.'
She claimed that multiple air stewards asked some of the passengers for their documentation, only to be told: 'F**k off.'
The 'wild' passengers were let off the plane after reaching Ibiza airport and identifying themselves.
EasyJet told The Sun: 'We can confirm that flight EZY2307 from Luton to Ibiza on May 16 was met by police on arrival due to a group of passengers behaving in a disruptive manner.
'The safety and wellbeing of passengers and crew is always easyJet's priority.
'Whilst such incidents are rare we take them very seriously and do not tolerate disruptive behaviour onboard.'
Barrachina posted the footage on Saturday – one day before thousands of people marched in Canary Islands capitals as part of a new anti-mass tourism protest.
Locals in the Balearic Islands, which include Ibiza, are due to stage their protest on June 15.
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