Int. Travel: The Big Easy
The Moorish streets of Granada, Spain are alive with a
new Bohemian rhapsody. Simon Rowe gets into the rhythm of Andalucia's
In Costa Rica, a typical exchange between friends on the street might
begin with the greeting "Pura vida?" which loosely means "Are
you livin' the sweet life?" In southern Spain, there is no need for
such words. The "sweet life" goes without saying. And no more
so than in the old Moorish city of Granada, eight hours by train south
of Madrid, where life bustles to a rhythm far more subdued than in many
other big European cities.
"Welcome to Spain's Big Easy," an old barfly I met hunched over
a glass of some unknown concoction said on my first night in town. He
explained that the many fountains, ponds and subterranean watercourses,
built by Moors centuries ago and still criss-crossing the city, keep tempers
cool during the long torrid summers, but what I think he really meant
to say is that the booze is cheap. Indeed, many believe that it's Granada's
20,000-strong university student population, coupled with the enormous
number of bars, cafés and live music venues scattered about the
labyrinthian streets that keep the city's spirits youthful, laid-back
and wonderfully intoxicating.
The cup runneth over
"Laid-back" was too strong a word to describe the mobs of red-eyed
students ordering hairs-of-the-dog outside Las Cuevas (The Caves), a small
bar on Caldereria Nueva Street in the city center. Saturday's hangovers
were being thawed with afternoon sunshine and copious ca–as (pronounced
"can-yahz"), shot glass-sized draught beers, tossed back to
the accompaniment of brassy Jamaican ska music.
Las Cuevas is popular not for its cheap drinks alone (bottle beer costs
¥150), but also for its location on the edge of the Albaicin, a hillside
district reputed to be the largest and most distinctive Moorish quarter
left in Spain. It's jokingly referred to as the place of "women,
wine and water." Streets like Aljibe de Trillo (Trillo Water Tank
Street), Calle del Agua (Water Street) and Plaza Aqua are so narrow in
places that you are forced to duck and dive in and out of doorways to
allow cars to pass, while the white-washed houses either side of them
bear women's names like "Carmen," "Marcella" and "Maria"
on their painted tiles.
As for wine, there is no shortage at the groovy Taberna El 22, a stone's
throw up the hill from Las Cuevas, and opposite the 16th-century Iglesia
de San Gregorio church. Whether you stand at the tiny inside counter with
its upside-down flower pot lamps swinging dangerously overhead, or take
a rickety table on the sloping terrace outside, EL 22 is the perfect nook
from which to swill a rough rioja and scope out the Albaicin's passing
The movable feast never let up as I sat nursing mine; French-speaking
tourists with big blue hair-dos, shaggy teenagers with north-American
accents, drunk gypsies and wild-eyed vagrant typesthe whole world
seemed to be flowing into and out of the neighborhood. At one point, a
man burst from a side street on a farting Vespa, dismounted and borrowed
a chair from a nearby bar, then to the accompaniment of his classical
guitar, performed a sorrowful Andalucian song that peaked each time he
rapped his palm over the guitar's battered body. Buried in his sunburned
head were eyes as glassy as polished snooker ballsa look you see
a lot in the Albaicin, which is home to Spain's largest gypsy enclave.
For artists' sake
Gypsies of another kind can be found lurking on Caldereria Nueva Street
where half a dozen Arab cafés squeeze between jewelry ateliers
and kebab shops. "Granada is the new Bohemian capital of Europe,"
said Per Haegh Henriksen, a Danish artist I met inside La Flor del Te,
a teahouse styled on a Moroccan souk. "It's a very open-minded city,
unpretentious and accepting of all types of people, and the students who
come from all over Spain and Europe bring with them a fantastic mixture
of ideas and artistic expression."
Henriksen came to Granada ten years ago, found his groove within the easy-going
lifestyle and decided to stay. He now earns a modest income as a writer-designer
for an artists co-operative, and spends his nights hopping from café
to bar handing out bookmarks inscribed with a poem, and collecting a couple
of hundred pesetas off those customers who want to keep them.
Business is good for Henriksen in places like Cafe Dar Zizyab, at Caldereria
Nueva St. 11, where you can lounge in dimly lit alcoves filled with cushions
and its highly caffeinated clientelemainly students and travelersare
looking for mementoes to bring home with them from Granada; though next
day memories may be blurred on account of Dar Zizyab's tobacco menu.
For 800 pesetas (¥542) you can puff on a meter-high hookah pipe,
a contraption that looks a lot like a kit-set toy rocket with an inhaling
tube attached and arrives at your table with a pellet of smoldering apple
or honey tobacco set on top.
With my lungs badly in need of a cleansing brew, I headed across to Kasbah,
at Caldereria Nueva St 4, where funky north African hip-hop and spicy-smelling
beverages are the order of the day, and customers can pull up a stool
beneath walls decorated with old Bedouin musket rifles and goat skin lamps.
Its tea menu reads like the index of an atlas: Algerian, Bangladeshi,
Bedouin, Libyan, Nepalese, Pakistani, and the list rolls on.
Around midnight a massive electrical storm rolled down from Granada's
Sierra Nevada mountains, pounding the rooftops of the Albaicin and sending
mobs of bar-hopping students scurrying between watering holes with sodden
newspapers for protection. At Cafe Central, on Calle de Elvira Street,
waiter Antonio Lopez-Luna was taking a positive view of the tumultuous
weather: "Granada's spring weather reflects the temperament of my
customerssome days fiery, other days languid." he smiled, splashing
wine in my glass.
He might have been talking about the patrons of Cafe-Bar Boabdil, across
the street. "Tinto! tinto!" (red wine! red wine!), the wee-hour
drinkers were clamoring. To appease them, the barman tossed more glasses
onto the bar and poured along the line without lifting the bottle once,
while from the kitchen out back, an endless stream of tapassmall
dishes of succulent spicy snails, marinated tripe, pan-fried chicken and
fish served on hot, greasy breadflowed along the counter. Slurping
his portion of callos pecante (tripe in spicy sauce) and between gulps
of red wine, one seasoned sozzler turned and gave me a beaming smile full
of chilli peppers and onions.
Despite that lasting image, I returned the next morning to Boabdil for
a coffee and bocadillosmini baguettes stuffed with dried ham and
cheese. A short, moon-faced man sidled up to the counter and offered me
a sip of his coffee. Served in a short glass and spiked heavily with brandy,
he had ordered what is locally known as a "carajilla" and is
guaranteed to leave a smoking hole where your head should be.
"It is dangerous to be drinking alone in Spain," he said. "Yes,"
I replied, "but it's more dangerous to be drinking carajillas at
this hour of the morning."
Granada is a bit of a trek from Tokyo, necessitating generally two connections.
Air France (Tel: 03-3475-1511, English) flies daily to Paris, where you
can catch a connecting flight to Barcelona or Madrid, where you then board
a domestic Iberian Airlines flight to Granada. KLM (Tel: 03-3216-0771,
English) also flies daily to Amsterdam, with similar connections.
The Internet and travel agencies have a wealth of English information
on Granada. Some excellent sites offering advice on accommodations, restaurants
and entertainment are www.andalucia.com/cities/granada and www.eel.es/granada/gruk
Spain has a tourist office in Tokyo at, Toranomon Denki Bldg, 3-1-10 Toranomon,
Minato-ku. Tel: 03-3432-6141/2. You can also contact the Municipal de
turismo, Avenida de Europa s/n, Palacete la Najarra, Almu–ecar, Granada,
Spain, 18690. Tel: (34) 5863-1125.
Photo credit: Simon Rowe
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Hokkaido Highway Blues: Hitchhiking Japan
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HIS Experience Japan is offering tourists and residents of Japan a chance to experience “real Japanese culture,” in addition to the usual tourist spots. The company has nearly a dozen programs that allow participants to learn directly from professionals. Activities include sushi-making, yuzen silk-dying, calligraphy, karate and ninja lessons, taiko drumming and lantern-making, among others. Guides who speak English, Chinese, Korean and Spanish are available, and reservations can be made online at http://hisexperience.jp/. Further info is available in English by calling 03-5322-8988.
From August 26 through September 13 (excluding September 7-9), Tokyo Dome Hotel is offering a late summer accommodation promotion, in which rooms will be discounted by up to 45 percent. During the period, the rate is ¥14,000 for a single room, ¥18,500 for a twin or double and ¥21,000 for a triple. Fifty rooms will be available per day. A variety of events are being held at Tokyo Dome City during this period, including the 78th Intercity Baseball Tournament (August 24-September 4) and the popular children’s program The Jukensentai Geki Ranger Show will be performing on stage at Sky Theater until September 2. For reservations, call 03-5805-2222 or visit www.tokyodome-hotels.co.jp. CB
INT. TRAVEL ARCHIVE:
677: The Little Island
Escape the late-winter blues with a tropical blast from the past
675: Scenic Spirituality
Commune with religion and nature in an ancient land
673: Aoni Onsen
Return to a forgotten time at one of Honshu’s most remote getaways
671: The Golden Rock
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669: Hida Takayama
For personal trips gentle to the soul, seek out the old-time charm of Hida Takayama
A serene stroll through history awaits at this seaside retreat
663: Cruising the Bay
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535: Hotel California
Mark Parren Taylor kicks up the desert dust in Palm Springs, the perennial
Hollywood star retreat.
531: Race through time
The Xterra Saipan triathlon journeys through tropical jungle, up steep mountain
paths and across the sands of history. Tama M. Lung joins the chase.
527: Bohemian rhapsody
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Bon vivant Simon Rowe dusts off his French to go exploring.
523: Slow Motion
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519: Rock of ages
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legends. Stephen Mansfield sifts through its history.
515: Go west, young man
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511: All mixed up
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cuisine and heated competition.
505: Earth, wind and fire
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getaway. Carlo Niederberger splashes ashore.
501: Off the rails
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Chi Minh City to Hanoi is quite the adventure. Simon Rowe goes along for the
493: Rites of passage
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most colorful customs come alive at two annual festivals. Mark Parren Taylor
joins the crowds.
489: Paradise found
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the Pacific isle of Tinian. Carlo Niederberger touches down.
485: Through the grapevine
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in southwest France.
481: Pleasure island
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peaks, and perfect amount of entertainment. Carlo Niederberger checks in.
477: Reservoir of dogs
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and wild canines rule the night.
473: Into the bat cave
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of extinction, and lots of bugs, according to Simon Rowe.
469: A fork in the river
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goes upriver in search of them.
465: Action scene
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long and lazy. Mark Devlin heads south to explore and party.
457/458: In living color
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454: From Jamaica with love
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449: See worthy
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445: Great heights
Simon Rowe packs his hiking boots and sets out for Malaysia's Mount Kinabalu
441: Split personality
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438: Fierce creatures
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434: Leap of Faith
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430: A week in Provence
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426: Outer space
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422: The Big Easy
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418: Small awakening
414: Fowl play
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410: The river of spirits
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406: Heading north
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Seeking the past in China's megacity
Rising from the ashes
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The betels and the stones
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Call of the wild
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