Ibiza (Part 6)

I managed to pack up and leave my ancient watch-tower just as the first tourists of the day arrived to look at it. As I cycled up the long hill to go through Sant Miquel again on the return journey, the morning Angelus bell was ringing out. The traditions are still being kept up here, no matter how poorly attended the churches may be.

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Sant Mateu church, again the typican Ibicenco style of church architecture. It was closed, so I was unable to visit. The cycle journey from Sant Mateu back to Ibiza was mostly a gradual descent, so a very effortless ride through the flourishing agricultural lands in the centre of the island. Here Ibiza remains relatively unspoilt, with little development, even if most of the old rural properties have been bought by newcomers and modernised.

Continuing the well theme, the two photos below show a well and cistern for agriculture. The well is still in use, though the water is drawn by an electric pump, no longer by mule or donkey.

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Arriving back in Ibiza for the last evening before returning to mainland Spain, a schooner had drawn up in the port. I remember in the 1960s the schooners were the main form of transport still, bringing supplies to the island. This one is now used only for tourist trips to Formentera.

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Slightly different from the fast boat I catch home tomorrow: Ibiza to Denia in two hours on the Balearia hydrofoil. Well, that’s it. (Or did you expect me to go nightclubbing?) And now I just can’t wait to see my donkeys. Four days away from them is quite enough.

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About Gareth Thomas

After a mixed career as an aircraft technician, London fringe theatre playwright, Franciscan friar, and secondary school teacher, I find myself looking after the needs of four donkeys in a remote location in the mountains in the Costa Blanca. I like to listen to BBC Radio 4 and the wind in the pine trees. I am writing a comedy about a school in Benidorm. My favourite film of all time is "Jean de Florette". If I had my time again I would not have spent the early 1970s working for Special Branch.
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