A Very sound bloke called Vincent picks us up outside Hotel Pepa and drives us the full 400km to Madrid.
I find that nine times out of 10 people who give lifts are sound, interesting characters.
And Vincent fitted the bill - a gracious fella, aged somewhere between 40 and 50, and happy to share insights from his colourful life.
Turns out he followed a buddhist master called Osho, or Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, from Pune in India for more than 20 years.
Anyway, Osho ends up being a pretty controversial character. He goes to America, gets labelled a sex guru, annoys the government and gets in legal trouble, and is ultimately ruined. All this, apparently, Vincent personally witnessed.
So we’re driving at a steady 100kmph as he tells us all this extraordinary stuff in this really humble, matter-of-fact way (although he kept the juiciest bits to himself - one day, Vincent my friend, we’ll meet again with a whisky in front of us and get to the bottom of it all).
Before we know it we’re in Madrid and arriving at a mate called Monolo’s place. He’s a buddy of Si’s who works in Spanish telly and is looking after us in spectacular fashion.