Sunday, September 06, 2015

EU migration; Teaching in England; New English word; Galicia, & The Feira Franca in Ponters.

EU Migration: There were one or two odd comments - on my FB page - on the article I cited yesterday. One chap accused the writer - Matthew Parris - of being both arrogant and sociopathic. Which seems way off the mark to me.

Teaching in England: A few nice quotes from an experienced teacher who now works as a freelance and has good work/life balance and more money than when she was employed by schools:
- It's all based on a lies
- It starts at age 5
- Everyone lies so as to try to beat the system.
Is it any wonder why my ultra-Catholic daughter - who'll deliver me a grandchild today - couldn't hack this madness? You can imagine, of course, the sort of people who get to the top. As they say, cream isn't the only thing that floats. And a fish stinks from the head. Or Head, in this case.

New (to me) English word: to markad; markaded. This turns out to be a cricketing term, coined in 'honour' of an Indian player quite a few years ago. It means to stump a batsman when you're the bowler and he moves out of his crease as you're about to deliver a ball. It's perfectly legal but - as I once found out - you won't be popular if you haven't previously warned the batsman about his doing this. Or even if you do. It's just 'not cricket', even though the batsman is technically cheating. An Australian - naturally - did it yesterday in a match against England. Which the Aussies then went on to win. Needless to say, they were booed off the (English) field.

Galicia: Whereas there are 132 petrol/gas stations around Spain selling diesel fuel at below €1 a litre, only 2 of these are in Galicia. And I bet neither of them is along our coast. In 15 years, I've never heard an explanation as to why our fuel costs, in this 'poor' region, are higher than anywhere else. Cartel anyone?


Finally . . . & Pontevedra: Yesterday saw our last big fiesta of the year, barring the Oktuberfest of guess when. Seventeen years ago it didn't exist. Sixteen years ago, it occupied just one short street in the old quarter. Now it's vast, spreading far beyond the confines of the barrio monumental and pushing drivers to new levels of ingenuity in both legal and, more often, illegal parking. So, our shopkeepers, bar-owners and costume hirers now 'make another august' in September. Here's some fotos of this quite astonishingly well-organised event:
An pure race (Arab) horse
Medieval soldiers getting ready to roll
Oxen rolling
Footsoldiers with the crossbows of which small (real) versions were on sale to kids.
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A place normally 'reserved' for druggies

Ditto. A bit to the left.
The main sqaure during the 'dead hour'.
The bar, Viva Zapata, that I thought was closed but now know only opens at 6pm. And Estefonía, in the shade.

And now, proof that no Spanish or South American woman will ever refuse to let you (or me, at least) take a foto of her:-


The lovely ladies of Viva Zapata
A lady, Anna, who makes terrific cakes and whom I may go into a Betty's Café venture in Ponters
A couple of ladies who followed pedestrian me in their car for more than half a km so they could take my precious parking space
Finally . . . A lovely Colombian lady who kindly told me a barman friend (Michele) had stuck a bit of parcel tape on my shirt. And who then sold me a cold beer. At a ludicrous price, of course. But it was well worth it for that smile.

1 comment:

Alberto MdH said...

"And I bet neither of them is along our coast."

Well, depending of how you measure it, you could end losing or winning your bet: One of the two of the below €1 gas stations in Pontevedra (not in Galicia, the galician global is more likely around 14) is in Vigo (The other is in Tuy, eager to serve our portuguese cousins) The underside is that you need the Alcampo client card to enjoy that prize, for the rest of the mortals, the prize is 1,069/litre.

http://www.farodevigo.es/economia/2015/08/29/galicia-suma-14-gasolineras-diesel/1304039.html

PD: Those oxen look suspiciously like cows.

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