Sunday, September 25, 2016

Pontevedra Pensées: 26.9.16

Pontevedra Pensées: 25.9.16


Francoist Fascism: You might have thought this would be dead by now. Or that no one would admit to being an admirer of it. If so you'd be very wrong. As this article shows. As does the appalling monument and vast Nazi-like basilica in the Valley of the Fallen, where Franco's bones lie. Nowt as queer as folk, as they say.

Corruption: HT to Lenox of Business Over Tapas for this article on the tale of the AVE high-speed train down south.

Spain's Constitutional Fabric: This – never very soundly stitched together – is stressing and straining and may well come apart at some of the seams. Essentially, corruption and extravagances are easier to live with when times are good than when times are as bad as they now are at the micro level in Spain. For one thing, people who pay for other people's extravagances (think Cataluña and Andalucia) find it hard to stomach this situation when they're having their pips squeezed until they squeak. It's enough to make anyone a nationalist. Anyway, as the Spanish state struggles to get a government in place, Cataluña is spending €9m on preparing Catalan passports for when the region/nation secedes 'next year'. Mark my words, it will end in tears.


Here in Galicia, we're facing regional elections next week. One party which has emerged over the last couple of years is En Marea. Asking my Galician friends about this at dinner on Friday night, I discovered this was an amalgamation of Podemos, Izquierda Unida and 6 or 7 other leftish parties. Needless to say, they're falling out with each other and schism appears to be imminent. An age-old story of the Left. Meawnhile, the expectation is that the right-wing PP party will be returned to power, with an absolute majority.


Imminent Death???: As I've been predicting its collapse under the weight of its internal incongruities for more than 20 years, I was interested in this article. Though not in any self-justificatory way, I stress. It's all rather sad, if inevitable. See also the article at the end of this post.

Immigration: Hard to say the EU's strategy has been successful so far, I guess. But maybe there's time to get it right. If not the political will.


Russian Propaganda: It's hard not to be shocked by this, even after months of watching RT TV.


John Brierley: I spent a very enjoyable few hours with this chap yesterday, the writer of excellent guides on the Camino. He was passing through Pontevedra in preparation for the next edition of his guides to the Portuguese and Espiritual caminos. He was duly horrified by our ugly new museum-cum-art  gallery. But impressed by a bottle of godello white wine we shared over zamburiñas al ajillo. I was pleased to find we shared a disdain for percebes, or goose barnacles. Inter alia.


Movemento Up!: Here's the brochure for an event taking place at the moment in front of our town hall. It's in gallego - naturally - but its text contains at least 20 English words in addition to the obvious one of UP. Including stands and speed-dating. The latter seems to be something to do with companies meeting each other in this case.


More examples of Finnish/British nightmares:-


Juncker is fiddling while EU economy burns.  The Times.

Saint-Georges-de-Mons is one of those French towns you barely notice on your way to the more scenic parts of the Auvergne. There is a small church, a few bars, an unappetising restaurant and a brutalist town hall.

The only interesting thing about it is a nearby building site — not because of what is being built there (a factory to recycle aviation-grade titanium) but because of who is paying for it. For the EcoTitanium plant is one of the only visible signs of the project which was supposed to save Europe.

Last year, shortly after taking charge of the European Commission, Jean-Claude Juncker trumpeted an unprecedented £268 billion investment programme to kick-start the EU economy. The Juncker plan made all the right noises: Europe needs more investment in infrastructure, more shared spending and more economic growth. But as with all infrastructure splurges (Philip Hammond take note) those big promises have proved difficult to deliver.

The whole point was to go beyond Europe’s existing infrastructure plans but the vast majority of the projects are small schemes that qualified mainly because they were too boring to feature in European finance ministers’ own budget speeches. So there are obscure road widening projects near Stuttgart, home insulation schemes in France and a proposal to roll out smart electricity meters in the UK.
Indeed, according to the Bruegel think tank, of the 55 projects approved by the EC, only EcoTitanium would have struggled to get funding from existing investors such as the European Investment Bank. 

In other words, the great legacy of the Juncker plan might be a factory you’ve never heard of doing a job you’ve never heard of in a town you’ve never heard of.

Still, while other cultures would see this as evidence of failure, that’s not the European way. So today, Mr Juncker will propose an extension of his scheme at the EU summit in Bratislava. It is worth dwelling on this for a moment, because the failings of the Juncker plan are a useful shorthand for the deeper economic malaise affecting Europe.

After all, on the surface, things seemed to have improved across the Channel. For a brief period before the Brexit vote, growth in the euro area exceeded that of the UK. Most economists were forecasting decent growth this year and next, thanks to the European Central Bank’s quantitative easing programme, and to the fact that Germany has pledged to spend a bit more on investment. Berlin even hinted that it might help Greece by writing off some of its debt.

But a closer look reveals the cracks. For one thing, economic growth has started to peter out. Economists now expect the euro area to grow at a slower rate than the UK this year. The same is true of the Continent’s supposed engine room, Germany, where recent surveys of industrial activity suggest the economy is flatlining.

One explanation is that for all his promises — to the IMF, to the G7 and to every other international body — that he would spend more on investment, the German finance minister Wolfgang Schäuble has reverted to type. His obsession has always been what Germans call the “schwarze null” — getting a big “black zero” on the fiscal balance sheet. Mr Schäuble has actually gone further, posting a comfortable surplus in the first half of the year.

While a fiscal surplus would be good news for most countries, for Germany it is damaging. Weak government spending means weaker growth, not just at home but throughout the eurozone, which depends on its leading economy to lift everyone else. It also prevents the kind of rebalancing needed to allow Greece and its fellow Mediterranean economies to survive within the single currency.
Economists now expect the euro area to grow at a slower rate than the UK this year.

Already there are some worrying echoes of the euro crisis: the ECB’s so-called Target2 accounts which measure how reliant the troubled southern economies are on the north show imbalances are rising again, in Italy’s case to the highest level on record. Inflation is still barely in positive territory. Investment spending across the continent is now actually lower than when the Juncker plan was launched. In short, Europe is deeply vulnerable.

Most worryingly, this time around, Mario Draghi, the central bank president who in 2012 promised to do “whatever it takes” to safeguard the euro, seems to be running out of ammunition. The ECB’s massive programme of quantitative easing is struggling to find new eligible bonds to buy. The question of whether it will continue beyond next March was not even discussed at the bank’s policy meeting last week.

All this before one considers the two main issues under discussion at today’s summit: Brexit and the refugee crisis. Leaders arriving in Bratislava have been given a dossier by the commission showing that immigration and terrorism are now the biggest concern for EU citizens.

The optimistic take is that these two crises finally force the leaders to resolve their problems, to create a true monetary and fiscal union for the euro and an arm’s-length outer doughnut with migration controls that even tempt Britain. Moreover, while he seems deaf to economic reason and the struggling economies of the Mediterranean, the German elections next year may at last force Mr Schäuble to loosen his purse strings.

Then again, Europe’s history of doing the wrong thing and then doing it all over again suggests the road ahead might be even bumpier.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Pontvedra Pensées: 24.9.16


New Ways to See Spain: Here's something from the Daily Telegraph. Sponsored, of course, but might still be useful.

The Tax Office (again!): Drawing up my appeal, I noted that none of their letters ever has a date on it. No coincidence, I imagine. I sent the draft to my asesor, who advised me to hold off sending it and to go to the local office on Monday for a chat with someone there. He's right, of course: it's always more productive to deal face-to-face in Spain, where emails and letters are not always answered. To say the least.


School Homework: Perhaps because they've been studying the Finnish education system, parents here are said to be up in arms against the amount of work their princes and princesses have to do after hours. Click here for more on this.

A Major Irony: It was Global Car-Free Day on Thursday, aimed at showing how much more rapidly we'd move on bikes or foot. It caused huge traffic jams around this country.

A Headline You Don't See Everyday: Driver Crashed when he was drunk and with his mother's ashes in the boot. Or trunk, if you're (North). American


Bastards: There are reported to be 145,000 people driving around Galicia without insurance, raising premiums for the rest of us. Not to mention leaving us with no one to get compensation from. Been, there, done that. Albeit in the UK.

An Unsellable House?: This is an attractive place in Pontevedra's old quarter, right behind the basilica of Santa María. It's been for sale/rent since I came here 16 years ago. I could understand why no one wanted it when the old quarter was blighted by the teenage binge drinking known as the botellón but this was exiled to the other side of the river a few years ago. Can it be the price? Must check this out.

Sic Transit . . : Talking of the basilica . . .  There used to be a wonderful tapas bar beside it - O Cortello. Or The Pigsty. It was owned and run by an Andalucian with a huge personality. When he decided to sell it, he sadly discovered that most of its value lay in him and that no one was prepared to pay what he thought was a reasonable price. They were right, of course, as all the businesses 'goodwill' did reside in him. So it remained unsold and he closed it. Now it's going, as they say, to rack and ruin. Here's a current foto or two. Very sad:-


A Bit of Trumpet Blowing: Going through some correspondence with my elder daughter during her first year at university, I came across this poem I'd composed while walking our 2 border collies. It's pretty good, if I do say so myself:-
In the library at school lurked a predatory fool, who bullied us kids something horrid.
But he fell foul of a prank while stealing a plank supporting ten volumes of Ovid.
Five fell on his head and, while he lay spread, five gave him a rupture splenetic.
And, after he died, the librarian sighed: "Well at least it was justice poetic".


You Have to Laugh: There are witches where you least expect them, it seems.

Another Daft Corporate Puff: E-On. We're on it.


More examples of Finnish/British nightmares:


The value of walking . . . 

Step on it: how walking keeps you younger for longer

It almost sounds too easy: the simple act of walking will make you healthier and add years to your life. Yet a wealth of new research is now saying just this. That the single most important thing you can do to improve your longevity is to move more — and the best way to do that is to walk.

One study, published last month, found that even just half an hour a day of moderate-paced walking can cut the risk of a fatal heart attack by half. Another six-year study, concluded earlier this year, found that walking is just as good as running for reducing high blood pressure and cholesterol and for fighting heart disease. Some experts say it is even better. Research is also showing how walking can help to protect against type 2 diabetes, arthritis, depression, memory loss and even Alzheimer’s. It’s also the best way to combat the negative effects found to be emerging from our increasingly sedentary lifestyles.

In the most recent study, presented to the European Society of Cardiology (ESC) Congress, Finnish researchers reported that people aged between 65 and 74 who walked for four hours a week cut their risk of dying from a heart condition by 54 per cent.

Riitta Antikainen, professor of geriatrics at the University of Oulu, who led the 12-year study, said that walking is “protective even if you have other risk factors for cardiovascular disease such as high cholesterol”. The second study was conducted by researchers at the University of California’s Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory. They analysed 33,060 runners in the National Runners’ Health Study and 15,045 walkers in the National Walkers’ Health Study. They found that brisk walking and running resulted in similar reductions in risk for high blood pressure, high cholesterol and possibly coronary heart disease. The more people walked or ran each week during the six-year study, the greater the benefits to their cardiovascular system. Overall, for the same amount of energy used, walkers experienced greater health benefits than runners. Last year, another study showed that people who walked a lot had lower BMIs and smaller waists than those who took part in more vigorous activities such as jogging.

Type 2 diabetes affects 2.7 million people in the UK. The risk of this can be slashed by up to 30 per cent by walking for only 30 minutes daily, according to data from the Harvard Nurses’ Health Study. And there is a reason why many of us instinctively feel the need to take a stroll or walk the dog after a large meal. A trial on a group of older people at George Washington University found that the act of walking after eating (when blood sugar levels can rise significantly) helped to control blood glucose levels for a full 24 hours. Poor blood sugar control is a key risk factor for diabetes in the long term.

Other recently published papers have shown how walking can offset many of the negative side-effects of ageing. Researchers at Boston University found that walking 6,000 steps, or three miles, a day could improve knee arthritis by helping to build muscle strength and flexibility, and also reduce arthritic pain. The paper’s author also found that even those who walked very little could improve their health by making a bit more effort to get out of the house. For someone with knee arthritis, who walks very little, walking only 3,000 steps a day, or 1.5 miles, can lead to improvements, says Daniel White, a research assistant professor in the department of physical therapy and athletic training. “The more walking one does, the less risk of developing functioning difficulties.”

While walking has always had healthy benefits, adding a stroll to our daily routine is more important than ever. As our life-styles become ever more sedentary, research is increasingly showing how bad this is for our longevity. Some scientists are now saying that the modern culture of sitting at a desk all day is as detrimental to health as smoking and drinking excessively. In a study by the University of Cambridge this year, scientists found that workers who barely moved from their desks for eight hours were 60 per cent more likely to die prematurely.

Walking is emerging as a potent weapon. “It’s the best form of defence we have against the onslaught of sedentarism,” says Greg Whyte, professor of applied sport and exercise science at Liverpool John Moores University. “ Recent data has shown how substituting one hour of sitting with one hour of walking results in a 13 per cent drop in all-cause mortality. You live longer, in other words.”

Indeed, only 25 minutes of brisk walking a day could add up to seven years to your life, experts claimed in research presented at the European Society of Cardiology congress last year. Sanjay Sharma, the professor of inherited cardiac diseases in sports cardiology at St George’s University Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust, said it could halve the risk of heart attack death among those in their fifties and sixties. “When you exercise moderately, you reduce your risk of dying from a heart attack when you’re in your fifties and sixties by 50 per cent.”

So what is it about walking that makes it so effective? Certainly, it helps to shred fat by burning calories at an average rate of 88 per mile at a moderate pace (more if you move faster). It helps to strengthen muscles in the legs, buttocks and core. As you walk, the force of each stride stresses bones in a positive way so that bone cells respond by creating more tissue and strengthening the skeleton. Also it is obviously something our bodies are designed to do.

Stephen Zwolinsky, a researcher in the Centre for Active Lifestyles at Leeds Beckett University, says. “Anthropologically, humans are designed to solve problems while walking for up to 14 hours per day,” Zwolinsky says. “Yet many people spend almost that amount of time sitting instead. And this seems to be a growing issue as we age.”

Surveys by the Department for Transport show the average person now walks 181 miles a year — less than half a mile a day and a drop of 63 miles since 1986.

It is not just our bodies that respond with remarkable effect. A regular walk three times a week has been shown to increase the size of brain regions linked to planning and memory over the course of a year. Thus it helps to slow the brain shrinkage and weakening mental skills that occur as we age. Neurologists at the University of Miami recently suggested that people who don’t walk or do some form of light exercise experience a cognitive decline equivalent to ten more years of ageing compared with those who are active. Others have shown how walking for at least six miles a week may protect brain size and, in turn, preserve memory in old age.

The speed at which people can walk in old age has been shown to be a determining factor in detecting Alzheimer’s disease. Researchers at the University Hospital Toulouse found an association between the slow walking speed of elderly people and a build-up of plaque associated with the disease in several areas of the brain. Those who walked at an average pace (3.48 feet per second) or faster were less likely to have the disease hallmark. “The mental benefits of walking are phenomenal,” says Whyte. “There is so much proof that walking outdoors improves mood and helps alleviate mild depression by helping to balance brain chemicals.”

So if we want to increase the amount of walking we do, where should we start? Recently, 10,000 daily steps have been widely touted as the goal to aim for, but Whyte says it is better to work to individual goals. Indeed, a new study showed how fitness trackers can distract users from their weight loss goals as they become overly dependent on the devices. The key, say experts, is to set your own limits. Walking 10,000 steps — or about five miles — is too much of a leap if you do nothing at present, so build up gradually. The idea of a 10,000-steps tally first became popular in the 1970s and is not based on any scientific evidence. It’s almost certainly not enough for most people.
“If it’s your main activity, you need to be doing a few more steps or miles each week,” Whyte says. Findings from a study involving 3,127 adult volunteers and 14 researchers from the US, Canada, Sweden and France, suggested 11,000-12,000 was a more appropriate target for most people.

Turn your walk into a workout

Add in short busrst of speed

Try adding 30-second or one-minute bursts of fast walking. “You will naturally get faster as you get aerobically fitter,” says Greg Whyte, professor of applied sport and exercise science at Liverpool John Moores University. That, in itself, can pay dividends because your body will move more efficiently, enabling you to keep going for longer without getting out of breath.

Take on some hills

Adding hills to the walking equation will take the intensity up several notches. Calorie-burn can increase by as much as 60 per cent compared with walking on flat ground and it is likely you will burn at least 140 calories per undulating mile. What’s more, hills provide resistance and will strengthen muscles everywhere, particularly in the buttocks and legs.

Make your walk longer or harder each time

Build up to 5 miles (around 90 minutes or 10,000 steps) of moderate walking and then progress from there. The longer you keep it up and the more you do, the more pronounced the health benefits of walking. “This is key,” says Whyte. “You need incremental increases in time, distance or intensity so that it makes you work harder over time. You want to avoid hitting a fitness plateau. Mix up your walking, adding more variety to challenge yourself. The harder you walk, the less distance or number of steps you need to take to reap the benefits of walking.”

‘It’s most liberating to the spirit’: Matthew Parris. 

I’ve been walking since the age of four, when I ran away from home and got as far as the eucalyptus trees by the main road out of Nicosia before being apprehended in my break for freedom. Funny, really, that what’s undoubtedly the most pedestrian form of locomotion also feels the most liberating to the spirit. In my dreams of escape I am forever walking, unhurried, towards a distant, flat horizon.

And what can come closer to that dream than walking in a desert? There’s something pure about desert walking: one foot in front of the other, stripped of distraction, the art of walking reduced to the barest of its essentials.

You rarely climb, you don’t scramble, you don’t march, you never stumble and you never, never run. There’s no watching your step, searching for a foothold, worrying about balance or wondering how to get through. Poles or sticks would only be an encumbrance, and legs do what legs do while the mind can decouple, float free, scan the skyline. A to B is almost always a straight line, and you can usually see B from A before you start. Distances can be estimated at a glance. Rhythm — that most subtle of pleasures and the wings to any hiker’s heels — comes easy.

And the thing about walking in hot, dry deserts is that it needn’t be all that hot, you needn’t be thirsty, it won’t rain, and when you want to sleep you only need a pillow. In short, walking the desert is just walking.

My Saharan walks with Arab guides have been four or five-day journeys that typically involved only about ten miles a day walking and sublime stops for meals, snacks, lemonade and water.

Nothing can beat it. I love the English fells, the Derbyshire Dales, the open slopes of the Pyrenees, and in places such as these I intend to keep walking until, at 70, God willing, I get new knees.
But the desert is my favourite. For, as desert travellers will endlessly tell you, the desert is many deserts, and only rarely a flat, monotonous waste. The big picture is flat, but within the big picture you pass countless small pictures, many landscapes in a single day — hills, rock gorges, oases, rolling gravel plains, and intense little sand deserts too. Your surroundings change constantly.
The walking itself is surprisingly gentle. There are no great slogs, no unforgiving mountain slopes, and if you do tire — although few of my companions ever have — there’s usually a camel or two following the group that (with complaining snorts, and farting alarmingly) carry you swaying across the sand until you conclude that it’s actually more pleasant to walk.

Serious walkers know to pace themselves; never to get breathless or hurry in the heat; to try to break into a sweat as infrequently as possible; to cover your skin — no bare heads, legs or arms — in loose-fitting, light cotton; and to see your environment not as a fearful, hellish threat, but as a beautiful and fragile place, to be respected and worked with, not against.

Climbing in Scotland and Spain, hill-walking in England, even walking the country roads of Derbyshire, I have so many memories of biting off more than I could chew, of getting exhausted, horribly overheated, or uncomfortably chilly; memories of racing pulse, panting for breath, sweating, shivering and forever putting layers on and taking layers off.

Desert walking — partly because you know from the start that you’re taking on something much bigger than you, from which rescue would not be straightforward, and you must keep well within your capabilities at all times — turns into a gentler and more level experience. I’ve had days in the Sahara when my pulse rarely quickened.

And the nights! Our Saharan guides would try to arrange that there was sand where we slept. Scoop out a little depression for your hip, lay out a blanket, put down your pillow — and that’s it. The feeling of being completely exposed is at first strange, even uncomfortable, horribly exposed; but by the time your trip is over and you return home, it will be your first night enclosed in a bedroom that feels all wrong. Now you are trapped again. But you can dream: dream of a bed that’s only a blanket, from which you rise and walk across a landscape without walls, to a distant horizon. That’s the meaning of a walk in the desert.

‘I walk 12 miles a day, I’m hooked’: Polly Vernon. 

I started walking — serious walking — 17 years ago. One morning, the bus I relied on to take me to work didn’t come. Exasperated, I started walking the bus route, assuming my arrival at one or other of the later stops would coincide with the arrival of the bus. It didn’t. So I walked on, and on, and finally arrived at my office on foot — a little blistery, a little sweaty, but triumphant, and only half an hour later than I would have been had my bus arrived when it was supposed to.

So the next day I walked the bus route again. And the day after. And the day after that. Within a fortnight I was hooked. There was such a complete ease to walking, something so liberating about opting out of the push, stress and crush of the London transport system. More than anything else, there was something so incredibly sensible, so natural about it, that I couldn’t have stopped walking had I wanted to. Which I didn’t. When, a couple of weeks after that, I began to register fully the impact walking was having on my body — how it was toning my thighs, lifting my bum, flattening my stomach — well, I started walking home too.

Now, 17 years into my walking habit, 17 years of averaging 12.5 miles — about 25,000 steps — a day, I would describe myself as a raving walking addict.

Walking is central to my wellbeing. It is the thing I factor into my daily schedule with as much dedication as I do sleep and food. On the incredibly rare occasions I really can’t walk — because I have to catch an early flight somewhere, say — I will be in a foul mood as a consequence.
What does walking do for me? It keeps me thin. People who walk are more likely to lose weight, and maintain weight loss, than those who do any other forms of exercise; it is easier to sustain; it has infinitely more purpose than any machine you’re likely to find in a gym.

That’s all pretty obvious. Perhaps less obvious are the mental health benefits of walking. Walking is meditative, it is endorphin-releasing. It reconnects you with the physical world you inhabit, it shows you stuff you’d otherwise miss: skies, the tiling on the front of pubs, errant puppies. For all these reasons, walking calms me absolutely. I can start a walk in any sort of mood — anxious, angry, hungover, heartbroken, overburdened, grieving, hyped and giddy — and within 20 minutes of one foot hitting the pavement, of then weaving through traffic and cutting through parks — I will be OK. I will be calm. I will even be approaching contentment.

When you walk, you inject an hour or two of guaranteed, uninterrupted sanity into your day. All you need is sturdy trainers, a sturdy umbrella and an extra half-hour or so, time stolen back from aimless internet trawling.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Pontevedra Pensées: 23.9.16


Taxation: I've mentioned the appalling Modelo 720 statute several times and touched on my own experience with it. Sometimes it seems that the Spanish government – in its desperation to increase revenue – is oblivious to the consequences on actual and potential investors in Spain. Including those who bring their capital and income here as residents and those who are thinking of doing so. Click here for an article on this.


Pigs: This, for example, is one of the words you should avoid using in the context of the Spanish police or Guardia Civil. For 'insulting' them is a (Francoist relic?) criminal offence. And you don't need to do this face to face. From your bedroom is enough, as this article shows. How would the Socialists Workers Party be able to stay in business here?

(Un)Employment: The EU has thrown a huge spanner into the workings of what many say is the Spanish two-tier labour system - some employees extremely protected; some not protected at all. Click here for details. If there is to be any change, it will – of course – be very slow in coming.

Plastic bags: No great surprise to hear that the Spanish use an average of 133 plastic bags a year, compared with 4 in Denmark. Bags are an obsession here, even for the smallest of items.


Dead White Elephants: HT to Lenox for this article on the (always corrupt?) construction of massive sports venues that now lie in ruins. Even if you can't read Spanish you can enjoy the fotos.

Cartels: If you do read Spanish, here's another article from Business Over Tapas, on the illegal price fixing which keeps our prices up.


Monarchical Interventions: The Spanish king is not having much luck. He urged national politicians to get their act together so that a government could finally be formed but the headline next day was: Politicians ignore the king's words and use them to make accusations against each other. And then the hapless monarch contributed his pennysworth to the Gibraltar imbroglio and was immediately slapped down for his 18th century attitude. Click here for more on this. He didn't mention Ceuta or Melilla, of course. Not seeing these as 'colonial anachronisms'. A universal Spanish blindspot.


A Low Bridge: I clocked this attempt to avoid crashes the other day when doing a day's camino. One inevitably wonders what happened after a truck knocked down the dangling strips and headed for the bridge. And why the strips haven't been replaced.


Heroes and Villains: Funny, isn't it. Stalin and Hitler were monsters whom very few still admire. So was Napoleon but the French still revere him. Likewise, Henry VIII was another complete bastard but he's held in great esteem by the English. Hard to explain.

Protecting Trump from the Real Devil: You do have to laugh


Flights to NW Spain from the UK: Some good news – Monarch will have flights from Manchester next year. Of course, these won't be going to any of Galicia's 3 'international' airports but to Oporto in North Portugal. But you can be sure many of the passengers will be ending up here.


More examples of Finnish/British nightmares:-

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Pontevedra Pensées: 22.9.16


Drivers: I listed in this post the 3 things drivers do here on zebra crossings as they flash past you. Today, I was reminded of a 4th. They glare at you as if you're at fault for daring to hazard the crossing. This reminded me that I'd been tempted to blow my horn at - or even say something to - the driver cited in this post yesterday. But I didn't bother as I was sure she'd simply stare angrily – or even shout - at me for having the effrontery and bad manners to take objection to her selfish act.

The Tax Office: I cited here my saga with these people. As you know, I paid a surcharge on the deadline date advised by the clerk in the Hacienda. But 3 days ago – i e after the deadline date – I received a reminder to pay. And today I received notice that I've been fined €350 for not paying the surcharge. In other words, even though the letter is dated 6 days after I paid it, they don't recognise my payment. What actually makes this all the more incredible is that 6 days ago I received a repeat of the original notification of the surcharge dated 29 July, on the grounds the first letter had been returned to them. They certainly are efficient at being inefficient. And showing, once again, that bureaucracy and paperwork are two of the main stamps of Spain. Now I'll have to appeal and so engender more paperwork. Hey, ho. And this is only the first of my 3 late Modelo 720 submissions!

Banco Popular: On my nth trip to the bank on Monday - to make the simple transfer I couldn't do on the net - the woman asked me why I didn't put some money into one of their investment funds. I replied, with a smile, that I was risk averse and, on top of that, I didn't have much faith in the bank's future. The next day, it was reported in all the media that Banco Popular will be closing 300(15%) of its branches and sacking 3,000 staff in its desperate quest for profitability. If they let go the lovely ladies who used to work with Citibank, this will give me the stimulus I need to change banks.


Expat Living: To my surprise, Spain doesn't figure in this Top Ten of destinations for expats:-
  1. Singapore
  2. New Zealand
  3. Canada
  4. Czech Republic
  5. Switzerland
  6. Norway
  7. Austria
  8. Sweden
  9. Bahrain
  10. Germany
But, along with New Zealand, Spain did come top for quality of life, culture and integration. Reportedly, nearly 75% of expats in Spain enjoy immersing themselves in local culture. I'm guessing this means bar crawling on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.


As reported earlier, though Spain hasn't been fined for its perennial failure to balance its budget, the EU - in the form of merchant banker Juncker - is continuing to threaten she won't get the funds and subventions she's expecting. Well, we'll see.


At the 71st United Nations General Assembly, Spain identified its priorities as: Working on international peace, migration and humanitarian challenges, human rights, sustainable development;  on the election of a new Secretary General; and on UN reform. Oh, plus ending British sovereignty of Gibraltar. Which so obviously ranks at the same level. At least for Spain's pugnacious Foreign Minister, Motormouth Margallo. Doubtless Melilla and Ceuta - Spain's enclaves (Not colonies!) in North Africa - will be discussed as the same time


A nice article here.


Not everyone shares the Russian view of what happened to the aid convoy in Syria. Here's a Times cartoon which President Putin probably won't be amused by. But you never know:-


As if we didn't have enough already, some Spanish folk have identified 4 personality types . Click here if you want to know more about this.


More examples of Finnish/British nightmares:-

Finally . . . A request for help: I have a Samsung Core Prime phone, the battery of which seems to go from, say, 35% to zilch if I use – or try to use – the flash for a foto. Anyone know of a reason/solution?

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Pontevedra Pensées: 21.9.16


Spaniards themselves are wont to say that the education system here doesn't teach kids to think. Too much by rote, they insist. I thought of this yesterday when involved in this little scenario:- I'm going down into town but find the road blocked by a school bus trying to turn out of a side road. A problem has been caused by the parked cars of the parents leaving it insufficient space to turn without reversing a couple of times. There's a car in front of me and I assume the driver is as impatient as I am. The bus finally turns and drives off down the hill, to be followed by an emerging second bus. I expect the driver in front of me to quickly go on down the hill but, no, she drives into the already inadequate space, ensuring that the second bus has an even more difficult task in making the turn. And delaying me further. I rub my eyes and wonder if this is a sign of poor thinking or merely that trait - noted down the centuries - of Spanish individualismo. Me first, in other words. Or Fuck you!, in  even other words.


A Hell of a Load of Bull: Not what was planned. An expensive clash.


The National Media: Can a once-great newspaper sink any lower? Clicking on the Daily Telegraph page yesterday evening, I found the top 3 stories on page 1 were on the divorce of the 'Hollywood Golden Couple”. By this morning, they'd belatedly reviewed their priorities and come to their senses. For now at least. No wonder Private Eye calls the paper The Daily Mailgraph.


The bombing of the UN convoy: Would you like to know what Moscow's reaction is to the claim that Russia was behind this? Well, click here for the line that The UN is backing off from its claim the convoy was bombed. This, of course, is just one of the disingenuously implausible retorts to have come out of Moscow so far. Understandable, once you realise the Russians think the public is stupidly gullible. The RT TV News headlines are, of course, about US domestic problems. As ever. Nothing happens in Russia, as far as they're concerned. Unless it has to do with Putin.


Here's a couple of fotos on display at the opening of the NASA beer factory on Saturday:-

This one is of the 3 principals:-

And this one is a fascinating chart of types of beers. I was surprised not to be able to find any Australian examples on it . . .

Camino walks: I did another yesterday – from Pontevedra northwards to Caldas de Réis. About 15km. As usual, I gained weight. Mystifying. As was this sign at the entrance to a village. It means what it seems to: The Castrated Guy.


Islamic Dress: A researcher on Islamic and Arab culture researcher at Valencia at University says: Many Muslim women wear a hijab through personal choice. For them, it's a sign of freedom of expression rather than oppression. But this is misunderstood in Europe. I'm sure she's right. They're free to walk a metre behind their husbands as well. Or stay in the kitchen when his friends come round. The researcher adds that: Spain's widespread opposition to Islamic headgear is largely based upon feminism – believing that women should not be 'forced by men to cover up against their will' – but this is erroneous and born of ignorance. Well, maybe.

Cabo: This is a Spanish word which can, confusingly, mean:
  • Cape (as in of Good Hope)
  • Corporal/Sergeant
  • End
  • Stub
  • Strand/Thread
  • Line
  • Handle/Grip
So, good luck with it when you come across it.

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