Today, Saturday, a visit to the year-round flea market at the Hippodrome in Sant Jordi is on the agenda. But first we need to fortify ourselves. Today we're having muesli again. - The local fruit is simply too delicious. We get an extra shot of vitamin C with a few lemons, which we still have on hand after our visit to Marga and Kasim. Super tasty and from their own garden, i.e. organic - at least that's what we think.
Our route to the flea market takes us in the direction of Ibiza Town. - Just a few kilometers from the city gates, this flea market in Sant Jordi has been held every Saturday since 1995. - A classic, in other words. When we arrive at lunchtime, the parking lot is already pretty full. But with a bit of circling, we find a niche for Hector.
In addition to white goods, there is also a classic here.
An old Landy.
I love this off-road vehicle. Not only because I drove one of its grandchildren, the Defender, myself. But above all because this vehicle is the epitome of freedom and adventure for me. But maybe I just watched too much Daktari in my childhood!
38°53'15.3″N 1°23'48.2″E - From 9 am to 3 pm, anyone can buy and sell anything here. And when I say everything, I mean everything. The market is therefore quite popular among islanders. In addition to used books, accessories, jewelry, we find antiques, decorations, carpets. Including some really unusual things.
Vintage fans will be delighted. Torgit finds a cool T-shirt for two euros. - I discover a necklace. I haven't worn a necklace since I was about fifteen. But when I see it, I know it's mine - but before I can ask the price, Ilona has already bought it. - Did it go badly? - No. Not at all. - This is her way of saying thank you. - So we stroll on, me with a necklace. I can't believe it, slowly but surely I'm really becoming a Gipsy - who knows, maybe I'll get an earring next and then a tattoo - Justin, the Tattoo Surf Normad, would be thrilled.
Meanwhile, the sound of drums and bongos wafts over to us from the stands of the racecourse. A few islanders meet here every Saturday and spread the hippie feeling that Ibiza is known for. You can't escape the drums. You can literally feel the bass.
Incidentally, that's not the only thing that blows here. From time to time, clouds of grass blow across the pitch. You don't have to bring anything. Consumption is free here, you just have to breathe. - We leave the square in a correspondingly good mood.
We deliberately took fewer pictures today. On the one hand, we were partly flashed by the people at the market and on the other hand, it was so crowded that we could hardly have taken a picture without people. Some of them would have been worth more than one picture. But every hippie, punk & co. needs their freedom. - The video of the drummers is not ours, but somehow the sight was the same. - The feeling comes across. - The only thing missing is the cloud.
As you can easily see from the pictures at the top of the page, we do end up at the beach and the sea later on. But we'll tell you about that tomorrow. - In any case, I'm delighted with my necklace and what do you think of Torgit? - I particularly like her in these gangster dramas. - No Bonnie and Clyde, today it's Marc and Torgit. Or was it Torgit and Marc? I think gangsters don't give a damn about that. - "Nobody Moves, Nobody Dies."
Conclusion: If you like quirky things and enjoy watching exotic people, this market is a must for you. - We definitely had fun. Maybe we'll come again.
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