Category Archives: Old days

Piratabus of Formentera

Posted on 15 August 2017 by

  Piratabus… Your place to be! A video from Andreas Schumacher And 2 videos from my Youtube playlist ‘Hip Formentera’  

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Formentera headspace blues

Posted on 1 July 2017 by

Seems to be some good Formentera blues music on Youtube. Mark Barrow: Sketches from an island  is a chilling psychedelic tune with a video from 8 mm footage filmed by Ornulf Tonsberg in 1965 on Ibiza. And also there is … Continue reading →

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Yvonne and Taberna la Formenterena

Posted on 1 July 2017 by

Yvonne seems to be a Belgian (?) lady running with Geronimo a very good and special restaurant at the Playa Migjorn some years ago. HAve a look at this beautiful artwork from that period. Copyright Johan De Meyere 2016 Most … Continue reading →

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Stars on Formentera

Posted on 22 May 2017 by

      Did Bob Dylan found this remote Windmill in La Mola Formentera and made it his home in the sixties? Some say it’s a myth. It is said that he found inspiration and peace in this spiritual retreat … Continue reading →

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Hip formentera: my youtube playlist 😎

Posted on 22 May 2017 by

  Hip Formentera… My playlist on Youtube! Hip Formentera !: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLyB5bOHz_bv3HrkQ5LMwWmbjI8r2KFo5E  

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Bernadettes Formentera blues

Posted on 22 May 2017 by

  Hippiegirl Own graphic seventies… bernadettes formentera blues

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Formentera Lady

Posted on 21 May 2017 by

King Crimson “Formentera Lady” Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore-line Cornered by the cactus and the pine. Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow Down a sun-baked crumpled stony road. Dusty wheels leaning rusting in … Continue reading →

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