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  • Atlas shrugged

    27 de novembro de 2017, França ⋅ 🌙 2 °C

    Injalbert also designed the Fontaine du Titan in The Plateau des Poètes (1867), a vast park laid out in 1867 in the English style that connects the city on top of the hill with the railway station at the bottom. OK, it isn't Titan, it is Atlas, who was one of the Titans, but they are over foreign myths in these parts.

    Nowadays the plundering is more camouflaged. Beziers scores in the top percentiles in France for the number of unemployed and the lowest income per capita. It also scores highly for the number of people paying the Impôt de solidarité sur la fortune or ISF. This was an annual direct wealth tax on those French residents having assets in excess of €1,300,000 which was substituted in September, at the behest of the rich, by an Impôt sur la fortune immobilière (IFI) a tax on real estate which ignores all other financial assets. They made their money from wine, which they made on the land they took from the locals but Atlas didn't care.

    Beziers also scored highly on the number of non-resident householders, most of whom live in Paris or Geneva. But their houses make nice photos.
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  • Bitter memories

    27 de novembro de 2017, França ⋅ ☀️ 10 °C

    Saint-Nazaire Cathedral. The original VIIth church was destroyed by Vandals and this mid-Gothic one dates from the XIVth C. The altar is quite different from Northern ones and from the Spanish ones I found. The rose window is 10m across and the vaulted nave 14m wide, reaching a height of 32m.

    Like the Chelsea Pensioners Hospital, the Romans established a town on the road that linked Provence with Iberia for veterans in 36–35 BC, called Colonia Julia Baeterrae Septimanorum.
    They built on a location used since Neolithic times, before the Celts arrived. Béziers dates from 575 BC, making it older than Agde (Greek Agathe Tyche, founded in 525 BC) and a bit younger than Marseille (Greek Massalia, founded in 600 BC). The inhabitants have been known as Biterrois ever since, and have every right to be bitter as everyone seems to think they can boss the locals around.

    We have seen the Catholic Church imposing its will by sanctioning territorial ambition, and a similar event followed Louis Napoléon's coup d'état in 1851, when troops fired on Republican protesters in Béziers. Those not shot then were captured and either condemned to death or transported to French Guiana. In the Place de la Révolution, outside the Cathedral and the old Palais de Justice, Jean Antoine Injalbert carved a monument to the 3200 deported souls. The bust on top enscribed RF stands for Republique Francaise, the woman represents the failed rebels and the bust is of a former mayor who died trying to escape.
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  • Farewell F

    4 de dezembro de 2017, França ⋅ ☀️ 10 °C

    My job is done I think. Here is F sitting at her desk; her papers filed, everything written in her blue cahier rather than randomly on bits of paper, post-it notes for activities needing planning, job sheets started and pinned to cork board etc etc. It took longer to explain than to make /organise the furniture but now she has it the house can be completed by next Summer. She even recognises that discovering the source of her son's problem is itself a project to be planned and managed!
    Her consulting room is the one finished room in the house.
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  • Leaving Languedoc

    6 de dezembro de 2017, França ⋅ ☀️ 7 °C

    This river is a celestial Orb on which the French Olympic kayak team practice.
    The region is known for the fortified towers around which the peasant hovels suckered themselves.

  • You looking at me?

    7 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 13 °C

    Arriving in Spain on my way to the next Workaway. No, not Torro-molinas - this is on the way South along the Costa Dorada. I can't find anything to recommend staying here for more than a few minutes.
    The old border crossing was unmanned of course, but I was astonished to find all the huge shops selling alcohol, perfume, jewellery, watches etc alongside the road. Spanish prices are lower than French ones but not that much.
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  • La llosa de Camacho

    8 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    Arrived at my next WorkAway just outside a small village called La llosa de Camacho which is 10km inland from Denia. Apparently the villagers dont like foreigners; by which they mean everyone not from the village. There are about 30 native families whose children for several generations have braved the 6 km journey to an altogether more friendly Alcalali in order to socialise and endulge in dangerous thrills such as dancing. But woe betide any romantic liaisons as one lady discovered when she dared to marry one of the Alcalali lads and is now shunned by the good folk of her village. Why she still lives there I do not know.

    The old Frankia struggled up a short goat track to get to the house and is now comfortable in an almond orchard.

    A Dutch couple of my age, Rob and Joanna are my chain-smoking hosts in their self-built house on a hillside. There seem to be a lot of Netherlanders around, competing with the English expats to render Spanish unnecessary in the neighbourhood: the locals speak Valencian which is a dialect of Catalan.

    With musical background provided by the "Voice of Holland" show on the satellite TV, they tell me how they came to stay here 18 years ago on account of the warmer climate and encroaching arthritis. Since they obviously need less money than living in Holland, the Dutch government reduces their pension every year until - next year - it will not be sufficient to sustain them. Returning would mean paying a "re-integration" tax and receiving less social welfare rights than refugees. Having worked in a variety of self-managed businesses, (lorry driving, building, stained glass, restaurant, bar,) they have the capability to survive in the black economy and are starting a Dutch supermarket in nearby Jalon. Getting the shop ready for business by 21st Dec is the priority and I will now become a shop fitter.

    The house is a long narrow building fitted into an olive terrace and reminds me of a Dutch barge layout. Water run-off is collected in a 20,000 litre tank which is nearly empty so showers are brief, like on a boat. Electricity is supplied by solar panels and a wind turbine and stored in a few batteries. This is inadequate for comfort and the small generator struggles if a band-saw and washing machine are used simultaneously. Even the fridge runs on gas. One project will be to calculate their real needs and plan some upgrades. They also dream of making an even smaller, easier to maintain house a little way along the terrace and renting out their current 2 bedroom house. This is what was advertised on the WorkAway site and will be a major project, especially since the entire water and power requirements will need to be upgraded.
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  • On the tiles

    15 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C

    As preparing the shop in Xalo (Hullo?) is the top priority, my first job has been tiling the food preparation counter in the shop. As the building has poor ventilation and the small extractor fan vents to a communal flue, nobody is allowed to cook on the premises. Fortunately, the delicacy to be sold here doen't need cooking so "food preparation" means making sushimi - the cloggies favourite snack of raw Herring. Can't wait.

    We have been sustained in our work by the dulcet tones of the "singing bartender" Andre Hazes singing songs about failed relationships in a late 50's style, (think Edith Piaf singing Country in low German) - a genre called levenslied ("song about life") - This is so attractive to Rob that his CD player is set on 'repeat'. Oh joy! Andre apparently lived an unhappy, alcohol fuelled life and is now deceased. Perhaps he llistened to one of his own recordings.

    Two young Lithuanian boys drove a semi-trailer from Holland with 3 pallets of stock. Regrettably the silly truckers at HQ had not seen the need to replace the control cable for the rear hoist, so we were forced to unload everything on the truck and to ferry the boxes 30m into the store on wheel-barrows. Took a couple of hours while we were all nervously watching out for the Policia Locale or even worse, the Guardia Civil, in case they disapproved of a TIR lorry treating a bus stop as an unloading bay. The narrow streets of Xalon do not lend themselves to international transport operations.

    I've also been roped in to install the Point of Sale system, a job beyond my capabilities I fear. I can get the thermal and the label printers working but not the bar code scanner, cash box or "shopmate" software. Trying to install them on a second hand XP machine with a defective hard disk fan and drained on-board battery may be aggravating the problem.

    Next job was converting an old Dutch, 3 phase bread slicer with a 4 pin plug to the more modern 5 pin Spanish supply socket. Of course, the owners could pay 150 Euros for an electrician to do the work, but I am going to do it instead. I am guessing that the original did not have a separate earth and since a 3 phase supply does not need a common return, I will simply connect the old common wire to the new earth plug. (Clue: the wire is green and yellow!). Lets hope the inspector doesn't notice!

    Actually it was started in my absence and worked perfectly. No one was more amazed than I, because all the texts about wiring these motors suggested that the motor would only rotate in the correct direction if the supply wires were connected in the correct order, which it is not possible to discover by examination.

    Finally I have been a plumber and fitted a new sink unit after digging the waste pipe out of the wall and lowering its exit point.

    Tiler, loader, IT technician, electrician and plumber. Is there no end to this mans talent?
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  • Hot air

    21 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 13 °C

    The shop opens this week and there has been much tension in the air.
    Perhaps people thought they would get food to fry?

  • View from the top

    22 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    I took last Sunday off and walked up the neighbouring hill to take some photos.
    The path disappeared a couple of hundred metres below the summit but I stuck to the plan. Soon I was stuck to the hill. I felt a bit of a prick: in fact many of them.
    The Romans had introduced terracing to the stony hills and once upon a time the entire slope up to the 300m summit had been terraced. Each terrace was only about 2m wide and the retaining walls were no more than stacked stones. The dry-stone walling familiar to Northern climes was not deemed necessary. In recent times the land had been abandoned, the walls had collapsed, and prickly plants have sewn themselves into a cover for the rocks. No way of knowing whether ones footstep will land on hard ground or stomp through scratchy veg for another metre. The predicament is to decide whether to scrape your leg out of the hole and hope for better luck next time, or keep going and let the other leg take a turn at suffering an angry stab strike from the side.
    But I made it and took these photos of the sea at Denia, the gateway to the Balearic Islands, and of the casita where I am staying.

    On my return I discovered that my hosts had vanished leaving the gate locked so I could not leave. Unfortunately I needed by 4 o'clock to be at another Dutch couples place as they had invited me to dinner. Nothing to do but wait and at 5 my hosts arrived and kindly drove me down to the other house.
    Rijn and Else are in their 70's and also live in a Dutch bubble here. She was an HR manager for the now defunct Wang and he was an ex-Burroughs man who had been in the computer business even longer than me, so between us we had a good winge about the decline of systems knowledge and the inability of accountants to understand the difference between commercial and Home computers. Then we watched Dutch TV for an hour because the final of Maestro was showing. This competition is between a number of wannabe conductors who are given the opportunity to conduct a professional orchestra in a variety of pieces. They were surprisingly good and it really demonstrated the difference the conductor makes to a piece of music. So there is a novelty, I found a game show I actually enjoyed.
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  • Illegal immigrant

    23 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 13 °C

    When the almond trees blossom in Spring, this valley of Jalon is a carpet of pink and white flowers that attracts many sightseers, much to the irritation of the local peasants discomfited by sharing their road with other cars.
    But perhaps no more, for following the British and Dutch expats a new resident has arrived, Xylella fastidiosa. Not a prima donna on the flamenco circuit as one might guess, but a deadly tree plague. Farmers hereabouts are anxiously fighting the EU directive to eliminate all infected trees, including those within 100m of each one.
    "Laying waste to all the trees, healthy and infected alike, is no solution," gripes Eladio Aniorte, president of the Asaja Alicante agricultural union. "We are not facing isolated cases because the plague has spread to the Marina Baja, the Marina Alta and El Comtat. There is every likelihood that new focii could soon be found," he explains.
    Adolfo Ribes, spokesman for the AXFA growers' association thundered "This is the beginning of the end for our woodlands, towns and way of life."
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  • My host

    24 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    This is Rob, the medical marvel who reminds me of Don Quixote de la Mancha. If he could stand up straight he would be a little short of 2m tall but damage to some vertebra in his lower back give him a permanent stoop. H He accidentally modified his left hand by smashing the sinews of his thumb repeatedly with a hammer. Despite this slight to his eyesight, he prefers to rely on his eyes rather than on site layout when building and subsequently is proud of the fact that the structures he builds are "organic" in shape.

    His knees are bigger than his thighs owing to arthritis and that, with a meagre bodyweight of 60kg, he weighs less than his dog. This may be explained by his diet which has been carefully planned to exclude most food groups especially fruit and vegetables. Perhaps this is to placate his hernia, though it does render him incapable of more than half an hours work before needing a nap. On the other hand, emphysema - treated by minimising his roll-your-own cigarette consumption to one every 30 minutes - could well have a part to play.

    Periodically he is unable to sleep which doctors desperately trying to prove their competence have suggested is caused by an unidentifiable ailment of the pancreas. To cap it all, his wife believes he has memory lapses caused by "frontal lobe dementia" which to me is as skillful a diagnosis as any his doctors could give, though deafness in his left ear might account for some of it.

    He is resigned to the pain and not inclined to do much about it; just chugs along one day at a time.

    Despite all his he is an affectionate and considerate host. Sometimes I think he is frightened by the prospects of his end.
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  • My host, Joanna

    24 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    This is Rob's wife Joanna, matriarch of the family.
    She too is a transplanted Dutch burgher who has had her problems, chief of which was a brush with cancer 20 years ago. Having won once, she is confident she could do it again so limits her roll-your-own Drum consumption to before, during and after meals, (where 'after' is the time until the beginning of the next one).
    Jo has been working very hard to get her Dutch supermarket up and running, spending most days down there. She has been helped by one of her children, Jacinta, who lives nearby having married a Spaniard and producing a son. Jacinta's 2 brothers married and moved back to Holland with their own offspring.
    Joanna's mother also lives in Holland. Bizzarely, she refused to acknowledge her daughter's illness and has not spoken to her since. After several rebuttals, Jo has given up the attempt to communicate.
    She leaves plenty of white sandwich loaf with squashed meats and cheese for lunch and on her return home in the evening around 7:30 she insists on frying us up a dinner, for example of meat in breadcrumbs with cheese fried in breadcrumbs.
    With luck she wont discover that I have been stealing lovely oranges from an adjacent, abandoned orchard.
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  • Huntin'

    25 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    Woke this morning to the pop-pop of local hunters vainly trying to get some porc for dinner. I didn't realise that I was experiencing the living hell that they have made for expats in the Jalon Valley.

    "We are terrified here," moaned a 70 year old grandmother formerly from Leicesteshire who does not wish to be named. "I had a cat killed, lead shot coming through the window and you just have to shut up."
    Having moved to this scenic area from the coast 15 years ago, she says that hunting dogs often jump her fence and run amok in her garden.
    "The noise from July to February is ridiculous - they begin at dawn and and we can't sleep! They hunt anything and the dogs are destroying the environment. Once I shouted at them from the roof but one just put his finger up. Then they spent hours parked at the end of my drive trying to intimidate me."

    After France, Spain has the largest number of licensed hunters in Europe, amounting to 2% of the population.

    The government has been slammed by animal right's groups for not doing enough to end hunting, and especially for extending til 2020 the planned 2017 deadline for ending hunting in all of Spains 15 National parks. And of course, King Juan Carlos himself an avid hunter when still mobile was roundly criticised and made to resign as honorary president of WWF (Spain).
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  • Casita

    26 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C

    The house built by Rob. It has been built of terracotta blocks covered in a concrete roof, (with only one leak,) along one level of almond tree terracing. So it ressembles a Dutch barge, having a long corridor with spare bedroom and bathroom to one side and leading down to a kitchen / dining / seating area. The main bedroom continues the run. What used to be the dry-stone wall of the terrace has been plastered and visually incorporated into the structure by painting it white. It is difficult to keep clean even if there was time to do so.

    Power comes from solar panels and a few batteries, but insufficient to power the house properly. There is no light in the kitchen for example, and the generator must be started to run the washing machine. The fridge, which tends to freeze things periodically, is gas powered as is the on-demand hot water. Rob made a neat enclosure in the bathroom for the gas bottle, electric water pump and heater though didnt have time to make a vent in case of gas leaks. The hot water does not run to the kitchen. The toilet runs to a cess pit and some form of mechanical aid like a stick is often required to flush it properly.

    The home is decorated with some quaint teapots and six statues of Laurel & Hardy.

    The quality and condition of this do-it-yourself home is best demonstrated in the photo of the corridor lamp. Makeshift.

    After the success of their first building, Rob and Joanna are keen to build another smaller one at the other end of the terrace where all the builders rubble lies. The first is too big for their needs and too difficult to clean. They intend to have one room of about 20 sq m for themselves and the three dogs, with a sleeping alcove off to one side and a small bathroom separate.

    I am now helping Rob build an access path to the new building. It will run over the old pond which will be half filled with some of the accumulated stone / brick / glass rubbish accumulated over 18 years. Rob cannily wants to use the other half, beside what will be the entrance, as a cess-pit for the new dwelling. Unfortunately, it will be the last thing I do, as they have discovered that they do not have enough money to buy cement.
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  • Hounds

    26 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C

    Either she thinks I am her boyfriend or her slave playmate. Meet Sara, the 14 month old Pyrennien mountain dog. After nearly beeing knocked to the ground a few times, I have managed to train her not to jump up on me whenever she sees me, but mornings are still too much for her to exercise restraint.

    The other dogs are the elderly Pepper, a cross Labrador / Alsatian bitch and the tiny male, Naughty who is something like a Chihuahua and spins on his hind quarters like an out of control merry-go-round whenever he greets me. Both of them too insist on daily tummy rubs from the guest.
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  • Blazing Bulls

    29 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    Senija residents have voted to keep the municipalities annual "toro emblado" event, in which balls of flammable material are attached to a bull's horns before it is set free in the streets where participants try to dislodge it.Leia mais

  • Pretty Hasdrubal finds a town

    31 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C

    I have left the Dutch and thankfully the Costa Blanca, and heading West along the Costa Calida to Cartagena. This used to be an Iberian settlement called Mastia, until General Hasdrubal renamed it Qart Hadasht in 223 B.C. until the Romans decided Carthago Nova was a more up-to-date name, until the Muslims thought Cartajana a more with-it moniker, until the Christians reconquered it in 1242 when it bacame Cartagena because they had run out of other ideas.Leia mais

  • Safe haven

    31 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C

    Nature provided them all with a natural safe harbour, protected by an island in the entrance around which ships must skirt, and surrounding fortified hills.

  • Old war horses

    31 de dezembro de 2017, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C

    They have been building boats here for centuries but now the dockyard focusses on repairs. There are half a dozen navy ships to be refitted. Unmistakeable along the waterfront is the £360 million sailing superyacht 'Sailing Yacht A' owned by the Russian Czar, Andrey Melnichenko who has an estimated net worth of £10.8 billion having founded the fertilizer producer EuroChem, the coal producer Suek, and the power generator SGK. The yacht was designed by Frenchman Philippe Starck to accommodate 20 guests and a crew of 54. 468ft-long, 8 decks, three 300ft masts, powered by a 'hybrid diesel-electric package with variable pitch propellers; and of course a huge swimming pool.

    The Americans heard that the Russians' had a large vessel moored in Cartagena and have sent the USNS Carson City to monitor the situation, under the pretext of necessary repairs.
    The Spearhead-class Expeditionary Fast Transport is a high-speed, shallow draft vessel intended for rapid transport of medium-sized cargo payloads. She can reach speeds of 35–45 knots and carry both troops and equipment.
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  • Happy New Year

    1 de janeiro de 2018, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    Your prosperity and good luck is assured for the year if you have managed to eat 12 grapes as the New Year is rung in; one grape for each chime.
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    The old part of town right next to the harbour has dozens of pedestrian only alleys amongst which to get lost
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  • Pavements

    1 de janeiro de 2018, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    The streets are paved with marble tiles polished to a matte finish by the enzymes in digested dog food skimmed thinly over the surfaces.
    16 Provinces in Spain are in a "drought emergency" state. South East Murcia, together with central Castilla La Mancha and La Rioja, have less than 37% capacity in their reservoirs. Barely a third of the usual October rainfall has been seen.
    The river through Cartagena is dry so street cleaning must wait until at least April, (according to the weather models.)
    In the meantime, The streets are paved with marble tiles polished to a matte finish by the enzymes in digested dog food skimmed thinly over the surfaces.
    16 Provinces in Spain are in a "drought emergency" state. South East Murcia, together with central Castilla La Mancha and La Rioja, have less than 37% capacity in their reservoirs. Barely a third of the usual October rainfall has been seen.
    The river through Cartagena is dry so street cleaning must wait until at least April, (according to the weather models.)
    In the meantime, a special cycle lane is made available to those riders that have slipped up or who want to be trick cyclists.
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  • Windmill Hill

    1 de janeiro de 2018, Espanha ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    Cerro de Molinete rises as a steep hill on the Northern side of the city and has been a citadel (or arx) from 229 BC until the 16thC. 3 superimposed chunks of wall can be seen: Punic (3rd C BCE), Republican Roman (2nd C BCE) and Renaissance / Charles V (16th C)
    A shrine was built in Punic times on the top of this hill, probably as an adjunct to Hasdrubal's Palace. In the late 2nd C BCE a floor was laid with impermeable hydraulic mortar and a Laten tesserae dedication to Atargatis (a Syrian god) inscribed on it.

    During the 18th to 20th Centuries the Barrio del Molinete was infested by humble families living alongside sailor's, prostitutes, and ne'er-do-wells who occupied nad ran the brothels and bars of the district dubbed "Barrio Prohibido", by reason of which the whole town became known as "La Pequena Marsella" (Little Marseilles.)
    You may know of the famous Madames like Caridad la Negra and La Galatea or have heard of El Cachuli and El Espadero who probably hung out at low dives like the Trianon or La Punala bars.
    No I thought not.
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