I must make an apology to my lovely friends in Tel Aviv for seeming to forget about them entirely. Indeed that's not what happened at all, in fact, Tel Aviv was absolutely one of my favourite places and experience on my trip and maybe because it was such a big deal, I bypassed it in my blog. So here goes...
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tel Aviv - Israel
I must make an apology to my lovely friends in Tel Aviv for seeming to forget about them entirely. Indeed that's not what happened at all, in fact, Tel Aviv was absolutely one of my favourite places and experience on my trip and maybe because it was such a big deal, I bypassed it in my blog. So here goes...
Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman
Friday, April 30, 2010
Barcelona: When your bag seems smaller and the soles of your shoes thinner...
Friday, April 9, 2010
The Horse Farm - Tobarra
I couldn't post this because I didn't have wi-fi at the time - so it's really a post from about a week ago. enjoy! xx
I’ve been in Tobarra for a week and a half now – and what a whirlwind it has been. I arrived thinking that this horse-riding ranch would have a lot of life in it and there would be a few people working there. All I really knew was that I got to do some work with horses and some gardening, and that I would be living in an apartment in the local town which was about 1.5km from the farm.
When I arrived, there was a Swedish girl Martina and an Italian guy Simone who were living in the apartment, and on the first night, I met Juan who is a family friend of the farm owners who has taken to coming to the apartment to cook for the wwoofers. This was and is one of the best parts about being here. I have eaten several meals of traditional Spanish food cooked by Juan and in the time I have been here, learned more Spanish than I thought possible. It was great the, because both Martine and Simone both spoke Spanish, so they could translate for me. Juan speaks no English whatsoever.
The first day was really great. I was so excited to see all the animals, especially the horses. There are 40+ horses, chickens, roosters, 2 geese that we have named Harold and Bert, 1 Goat called Carmen, 4 dogs – 2 of which are half wolf and of course the people who run the farm. They are an English couple by the name of Sue and Richard.
After a couple of days, I started to notice that there was something that just wasn’t sitting right about the way things were run – and that I was pretty much going to be cleaning horse shit every day that I was working for at least 2 or so hours. This was not what I had in mind at all! Everyday we spent an indeterminate period of time searching for Sue or Richard to tell us what to do next. There were many an instance where they would say one thing and then do another, or just promise things that never came true. We found out from Juan that no-one had been in their house in 6 years, although he had invited them to his home several times, he had never received an invitation back. Before I found this out and on my first day, after milking Carmen, I knocked on the door of the house and after no answer, went inside to put the milk on the kitchen bench. They never saw me, or said anything, but I got the distinct feeling that, that day I had gotten away with a one time steal into the house.
Simone left after a couple of days and it was just me and Martina. We got along like a house on fire, and to be honest, the fact that we had each other was the only thing keeping us sane. We would work as fast as possible to get out of there and go home to eat lunch, drink a beer, and sun ourselves on the terrace. We even went out on the town on Saturday night to see what it was all about. The answer was, not much! No-one in Spain really goes out until 1-2am so there wasn’t a lot happening, and even then, had we waited til that hour, I don’t think much would have changed. Then it was time for Martina to go back to Sweden, a really sad moment, considering I wasn’t really too pleased with being at the farm, let alone without her company. There was supposed to be another wwoofer coming that day, so I thought I would at least wait it out and see what she was like while still deciding how to tell Sue and Richard that I wouldn’t be staying a month and that I would be leaving.
I worked two days on my own, cleaning out 15 cages of shit, which is usually done by two people. Sue left me on my own to do this, said she was coming back and never did. Once I finished, she drove me back to the apartment, and not once did she mention having left me to do all the work on my own. These people are crazy and not to mention rude. After living here for 6 years, they speak horrible Spanish. Worse Spanish than what I have learned in the last week, and they consistently complain about the Spanish, saying that they are selfish people and the like. I don’t understand what they are doing here if they hate it so much, but I hope they get their own and I don’t come across more people like them.
After doing the same thing the next day, I had had more than enough. By this stage I had worked 8 days straight, when I was supposed to work 5 out of 7 days a week and I was up to my ears in shit – almost literally. I told her that afternoon that I wouldn’t be staying a month and it wasn’t working out for me. So I have had a couple of days off, and go back to work tomorrow. I didn’t want to leave them high and dry, it’s not really right. Even though they are weird and I shouldn’t really care. I’ll be here until the next wwoofer gets here and has a couple of days working and on the 8th of April, I’ll be out of here.
What I haven’t mentioned is that at present it is Easter in Spain – and everyone goes crazy around this time. In the town that I am living in, they are enjoying a 104 hour festival of NON STOP DRUMMING! You have never heard anything so insane in your life. If you go outside and stand in one stop and listen, you can hear people playing contradicting drum beats whilst walking right past each other. It goes on, all day and all night. No stopping. Lots of drinking. LOTS AND LOTS of drinking! And although it is hard to get to sleep at night, I think I might be going mad, and I don’t quite understand the significance, it’s a new experience. But I mean really…what happened to Easter Eggs? If you are reading this, you need to send me a Cadbury Cream Egg…that would make me most happy. I know I don’t have an address, but that can be arranged…
So I have 5 days left here and now that I can see there is an end in sight, I’m going to try and make the most of my time and enjoy the horses and the animals.
Spain - Sevilla and Granada
I’d spent two extra days in Morocco, mostly because I couldn’t get a flight out and you could say that I was more than ready to get out of there and onto Spain. Although it is one of the not so prosperous EU countries, Spain was still going to be fairly different from the Middle East. Well sort of.
I was leaving Marrakech for Sevilla rather early in the morning, and sadly enough I had to say goodbye to the kitten that was sleeping in a basket under my bed. Hold on, let’s backtrack for a second.
The night before I was due to leave Marrakech, I was heading out to get some food with a group of Germans from the Hostel, when whilst walking through the closed markets, we saw a tiny kitten. Now, in most of the Middle East, Morocco especially included there are a lot of stray animals, mostly cats. Anyway, being a girl, I am a sucker for small animals, and I picked her up at which point she climbed up my jumper to my shoulder and refused to get off. I realised then that her eyes weren’t even open yet, she must have been born in the last day or two. Not having the heart to leave her in the freezing cold, I carried her around for the rest of the night in my jumper, and we eventually managed to get her some milk, which we fed to her in a water bottle cap. According to the Germans, they had been in a shop just around the corner from where we found her earlier that day, and had seen a cat that had kittens. We decided that the next morning they would cunningly try and put her back with her mother. So, we snuck her into our hostel and she slept in a basket on a combination of my scarves under my bed. Like a worried mother, I woke up several times in the night to check that she was okay, which she of course was. I attempted to come up with several plans to smuggle her into the airport and take her to Spain with me, but it just wasn’t going to happen. I left her in the care of the Germans and took off to catch my plane.
At the airport in the line for customs, I met some Americans (I really love that I can just rudely classify people into groups of their nationality) who I spent my time waiting with. Turns out they were also going to Sevilla and one of them spoke fluent Spanish. This was rather helpful in general being that Spain would be the first country that I was visiting where I couldn’t speak any of the language. Once we arrived, we met a Canadian/New Zealand couple, who happened to be going to the hostel I was staying at - funny how even when you’re travelling the world can be so small – so we went on together. It was absolutely freezing in Sevilla. Apparently about 10c lower than what it should have been for that time of year. Not great! But the city? Stunning.
It was the first time travelling so far that I arrived in a city and really thought it was beautiful, craning my neck to get a better look at the architecture, which was centuries old. In comparison to Australia where we only have natural sights that are that old, it was really something new for me. Unfortunately for me, I got really sick while I was there and aside from walking around the city, I didn’t get to go into the Cathedral – but looks like I will be doing that later on. We were walking along the river one day and saw that there were dozens of padlocks on the bridge with couple’s names written or engraved on them. I have no idea of the significance but hopefully I get to find out at some point – but it was a very interesting sight.
After 5 or so days, it was time to leave the home of Flamenco (which I also didn’t get to see) and head to Granada, the place that I had been told by many people to go and see. It took me about 5½ hours to get there by bus and then a lovely hike around the city, getting absolutely lost trying to find my hostel. I’d been recommended to stay at the Rambutan hostel – which was apparently hard to find but worth it. I can now attest to the degree of difficulty in finding the place and I would suggest that if you have 30kg of baggage then, perhaps get better directions than I did. However, when I did arrive, it was indeed worth it. It is in the upper older parts of Granada with a beautiful view of the Alhambra and the city. There is the stunning St Nicholas lookout which at most times of the day is filled with artisans selling their wares or just full of people in general playing music or hanging out.
After a couple of days I caught up with the Americans that I had met at the airport. Turns out they were doing Granada over the weekend. So I tagged along with them and some friends of theirs and we went to a Spanish Short Film Festival, which was really great. The first film had subtitles, but for the rest of the time, I barely understood a thing, but thoroughly enjoyed myself. It was nice to be out with a big group walking around the city. A very different feeling from walking around on your own, wondering if you would look like a loser going to eat Tapas on your own. It was mostly nice to feel like I was a part of the goings on of a city, not just as a tourist, but feeling like an insider.
Granada was a slow place for me, in the best way. I didn’t make myself do a lot and spent a lot of time hanging out with various people from the hostel, including a new group of Germans who were a band on holidays together. We shared some songs and beers etc, and they invited me to come to Berlin to stay with them, and said that they would book a gig for me as long as they had enough notice before I came. Extremely exciting stuff. There are a lot of places that I want to see in Europe, but when you meet people from a country and they invite you, you really know it will be different than trying to make your way around as a tourist. I’d also just noticed that one of my favourite Australian artists Sia was doing a tour of Europe and playing in Berlin. So the two things coincide and looks like in May, I will be in Germany!
After 9 days in Granada, it was time to head to the small town of Tobarra, 7 hours north of Granada, in which I would be living in for approximately a month whilst working on a Horse-Riding ranch as part of the WWOOF program.