Spain – Flip Flop The World http://flipfloptheworld.com Tue, 10 May 2016 04:51:57 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=4.5.2 Galicia http://flipfloptheworld.com/172/ Sat, 08 Jan 2011 19:51:30 +0000 http://flipfloptheworld.com/?p=172 Continue reading "Galicia"]]>

In the North West of Spain is an autonomous community called Galicia. Near the middle of Galicia is a city called Ourense. Near Ourense is a town called Monforte (de Lemos). A 20 minute drive from Monforte and you’re in a village called Ferreira. Half an hour walk from Ferreira is a farm house called Tanquian. About 300m from Tanquian is a caravan, which is where I lived for 2 weeks.

This is all part of a beautiful international organisation called Wwoofing, where I work for free on an organic farm in exchange for free food and accommodation. I think it’s a pretty good deal for the farm and without it some places would struggle to survive – all the more reason to do it and support organic farming – but its also good after being on the road for such a long time, both financially and to relieve the stress of constantly moving (yes, it definitely does exist). It’s of course a great way to learn about organic farming and a little bit of physical work was certainly well overdue. In the 2 weeks I collected apples (from the ground), capsicums, tomatoes, basil (red and green), apples (from the tree), chestnuts, walnuts, eggplants, zucchinis, corn, carrots, parsnips, apples (from the ground after shaking them from the tree (2000 from one tree!)), pumpkins, potatoes, cracked open hazelnuts, made 150L of apple juice, 100 jars of tomato and veggie sauce, 55 jars of chutney, weeded clover, rotary hoed 3 gardens, fed the chickens and of course shovelled shit. The nights were cold, about 0 degrees in my unheated rather poorly insulated caravan, which made it easy to blow out the candles because I could see my breath. It didn’t make it easy to get out of bed early though, especially being dark until 8.15 and foggy until 11.00, 12.00 or sometimes even 14.00. During the sunny afternoons the farm, located in a valley amongst the surrounding hills, was gorgeous. The house is a magnificent mansion of some lord a few hundred years ago (do I exaggerate? I’m not sure). It has been separated into 2 residences. The fresh food was of course delicious, and the family was very welcoming, but the neighbours of the other half of the mansion were crazy. They have hated and been aggressive toward Emily and her family since the day they moved in 17 years ago. They have instigated dozens of court cases and made threats regarding the children’s well being. As just a single example of their true craziness, they own 2 CD’s, which contain a total of 23 songs, and have been played on repeat very loudly into the garden almost every day for the last 10 years, as a form of mental torture.

The highlight was my Saturday night out. I walked down to the village, which has 5 bars, with about 5 people in each. One bar had about 15. After a couple of beers watching a game of football that didn’t interest me, I was done and on my way home, when I bumped into Lily and her friends, all aged 15 or 16, waiting for a bus to go out in Monforte. I felt like a dirty old man, but with no other options I went for it. Monforte was alive with young people (apparently kids as young as 11 can be seen drinking in bars). The pub we went to was brilliant! They were playing rock music all night, which I’ve missed after copping pop crap everywhere. I made friends with the barman and his mates on my side of the bar instantly. When we left in search of another bar and then returned 15 minutes later it was high fives all round. By 3.30 I had had enough and was one of only two people on the bus home, the typical Spanish opting for the 6.00 option.

The capital of Galicia is Santiago. Many people, historically religious, like to walk to there, and call it Camino de Santiago. One of the most popular walks starts in France and takes 30 days, but others take months from all parts of Europe, as far as Norway. I caught a bus, it cost $14 and took 3 hours, a much smarter option. I couch surfed with Danel, a local bloke, by which I mean Galician, not Spanish. Galicians are their own people with their own language (although not very well recognised by the Spanish government), most likely related to Irish/Gaelic. I stayed 4 nights and it was brilliant. I met a heap of his friends, mainly students from Portugal, Hungary, Italy and of course Galicia, went to one’s house for dinner and went out partying with many of them for 2 big nights. The partying was done in true Spanish style, starting quietly, bars at about midnight and then a more club like scene from about 2 till 5 or 6. In a not dissimilar manner to which Madrid felt like a town, Santiago gave an impression of a village of 80,000 (plus 20,000 students). On my first day in an internet cafe a girl helped me with directions and farewelled me with a friendly pat on the shoulder and ‘enjoy your time in Santiago’. About 20 mins later, whilst following those directions with my head in my map , I clumsily walked behind a car which was parallel parking. The driver finished his manoeuvre, got out wearing his suit and tie and said something to me as he crossed the street with his briefcase. My standard response of ‘no entiendo’ was appropriate, to which he crossed the street again, this time somewhat more purposefully, toward me and asked ‘where are you going?’ Another friendly hand on the shoulder and I was on my way. I would love to see someone in Melbourne rushing to a meeting behave the same way. It’s not as if this city lacks tourists, quite the contrary.

For my last day I hired a car and went for a drive with 3 of Danel’s girl friends. We went hiking through the hills and along a river to some pools. It was so nice to be out right amongst nature, but again, surrounded by gumtrees I could have easily been at home, expecting a kookaburra to laugh at us at any second. We continued on to a nice beach and then to the end of the world. This is a point which is possibly the furthest West in Spain, but with the remnants of a scrub fire and all of the clothes that people have dumped (presumably at the end of their extended camino) the name seemed a little too fitting.

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Spain, Barcelona http://flipfloptheworld.com/spain-barcelona/ Tue, 04 Jan 2011 23:42:08 +0000 http://flipfloptheworld.com/?p=165 Continue reading "Spain, Barcelona"]]>

Another bloody ryan air flight and we arrived in Girona, Spain. It was getting a bit late, about 21.00, so we decided to catch the first bus, either Girona city, or Barcelona. We arrived in Barcelona station and jumped on the internet in search of a hostel. On the metro in to town one guy tried to pick pocket me as I was getting out. 20 minutes later as we were searching for our hostel in a dimly lit and mostly unpopulated area another friendly local was eager to greet us. I very politely told him to F-off to which he seemed well accustomed. Our first 2 nights in this hostel were very comfortable, but we soon learned, surprise surprise, that there was the biggest festival of the year approaching next weekend. Of course this meant availability was low and prices were high. Still, we managed to find 2 more hostels. To complete our stay, we spent the last night 30km outside of Barcelona with our couch surfing friends that we hosted in Melbourne Alan and Marta. Was fantastic to stay with them, really felt like catching up with old mates. Also caught up with Manuel, another great guy we hosted, who was conveniently working in a bar as part of the festival.

We’ve seen some of Gaudi’s work before, and it is fantastic, but didn’t bother too much with it this time. We visited Picasso’s museum one day. It was ok, but was too much about his growing up and early works for me. I want to see the stuff that makes him famous. We also had a trip to Figueres to see Dali’s museum. Apart from the Russian tourists it was great. I think I would have to say Dali is my favourite artist. Was extra cool to see some of his 3D works, such as jewellery, with moving pieces including a beating heart.

As we hadn’t been pick pocketed yet, we figured we could afford dinner on the beach. It was a really nice set up and dinner to match. One glass of cava, the local champagne, and the fireworks began…. if you know what I mean….

This was part of the festival, along with lots of parades of giants, human castles, an incredible laser show, and more fire works than you could believe. One of the craziest things I’ve ever seen, the fire run, is thousands of people dancing around under fireworks for two hours. The fireworks come from people involved in the event as well as dragons, horses, dragons, centipedes and more dragons. Most people are as covered up as possible, others choose to take on the sparks bare chested. We were well positioned on a window ledge for a perfect view, although when the fireworks were spraying on us we obviously had no where to run. We climbed down and got amongst it when the boss dragon came along at the end.

Dude taking it on the chest. Tough!

A lot more cool pictures here!

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