Autostop, or hitch-hiking as we call it in English, is a popular way of getting about Ibiza. Popular that is amongst the dog-dodging, soap-on-a-rope, lentil juggling, weird beard, loon pant wearing, hippy fraternity on the island.
Oft times as I pass one walking backwards towards Ibiza town with thumb outstretched I mutter, 'Oh aye, I really want you and your body odour in my car.'
Yesterday this scruffy git was waiting outside the paint shop by Can Verge
and within a minute someone - someone driving a Ford Mondeo, I might add, actually gave him a lift.
He obviously didn't want to be late for work entertaining the crowds in the Plaza del Parque.
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