12 sept 2017

El "Gloria" en Las Palmas de Gran Canaria


Mi mujer me había comentado que en el muelle de Santa Catalina estaba atracado un barco de la Armada de Colombia y que creía se podía visitar. El domingo por la mañana lo confirmé en la prensa digital: "El buque Escuela "Gloria" hace escala en Las Palmas de Gran Canaria y estará abierto al público hoy domingo de 9 a 13 horas."

Llegué con la moto hasta la barrera del control de seguridad del puerto a las 8:30, pero los agentes me dijeron que nanay, que no se podía entrar, ni mucho menos aparcar. Total, que tuve que dar media vuelta para terminar dejando la moto junto al parque de Santa Catalina. 

La verdad es que a medida que me acercaba, la visión de la descomunal bandera colombiana que ondeaba en el mástil de popa era cada vez más espectacular.

Casi llegaba a rozar el suelo.




Me temo que éste era el motivo de la prohibición de entrada al recinto. Dos cruceros enormes hasta los topes de turistas. Vi docenas y docenas de ellos tirando de sus maletas, del carrito de sus bebés, de sus hijos, caminando hacia la salida en donde esperaban, como siempre, una fila enorme de taxistas, varios tartaneros y los empleados de la guagua turística.



Como siempre también, ni azafatos, ni azafatas del Ayuntamiento, ni del Cabildo. Me produjo sonrojo comprobar cómo un taxista ponía lo mejor de sí mismo para informar a un turista y averiguar qué deseaba hacer..........Pero ¿cómo es que no hay contratado un ejército de jóvenes y "jóvenas" para recibir, atender e informar con una sonrisa a todos estos turistas?  

En fin, que yo había venido a ver un barco y no me iba a poner de mala uva, así que me olvidé de la penosa incompetencia y me fui a lo mío.

El "Gloria" es un buque pequeño que presentaba un cuidadísimo estado. Fabricado en Bilbao en 1967, entró en servicio un año más tarde.

Traía a bordo 86 cadetes y hoy lunes 11 de septiembre ha partido rumbo a Cartagena de Indias, punto final de este crucero de entrenamiento.  


Todavía no éramos muchos visitantes y aproveché la espera para tirar fotos.
 



Dice la web del propio buque que "la escultura de mujer que va en el mascarón de proa, parece una sirena. Está posada sobre el escudo de la Armada Nacional. Es una imagen mítica de un ángel guardián de los vientos y de la embarcación."

Y en esas estaba cuando el amabilísimo cadete Macías nos dijo que podíamos subir a bordo.

Éramos muy pocos los visitantes a aquella hora y creo que yo era el único español. El resto eran colombianos y algunos venezolanos.

Subí por la pasarela el primero y justo un paso antes de poner pie en el buque,...........................

estos cadetes me dijeron, "¡buenos días señor, bienvenido al "Gloria", buque Escuela de la Armada de Colombia.!" 
 
Una vista desde la proa. .

Tengo que reconocer que la amabilidad exquisita de los marineros es generalizada en todos los buques que han hecho escala aquí y he visitado. Los del "Brasil", los de la "Álvaro de Bazán",  los del "Tornado", los del "Juan Sebastián de Elcano".....

De los 86 cadetes, 14 son mujeres. El barco se podía visitar libremente. Pregunté si se podía hacer fotos y "¡las que desee señor!".


Una de las cadetes nos explicó que todos dormían en hamacas. Las chicas en su zona y los chicos en la de ellos, pero todos en hamacas. Lamentablemente, las fotos que hice del interior con el movil las borré sin darme cuenta antes de descargarlas y me he quedado sin ellas.




En la zona de popa habían dispuesto una pequeña muestra de productos típicos colombianos, café, licores y dulces, junto con el merchandising propio de esta clase de buques, desde gorras e insignias hasta camisetas y polos.
Como decía, varios visitantes eran de origen colombiano. Uno de ellos, cincuentón.

Dando vueltas buscando fotos que disparar, lo escuché hablando con uno de los cadetes. (Léase con acento colombiano) "Llevo cinco años viviendo aquí" y "¿cuánto hace que no ha regresado usted a La Patria?"....."mucho, pero la llevo siempre aquí" le dijo llevándose su mano al corazón. 

La verdad es que el barco presentaba un aspecto inmaculado y los nudos dejan a las claras el nivel de detalle que preside todo el buque. Las cubiertas relucían.



Vistas de la popa



Me iba sobre las 9:20 sin poder evitar esta última foto.


Caminaba hacia la moto sin saber muy bien a dónde hacia dónde enfilar, cuando vi que en el movil tenía mensaje de mi amigo Rafa.  Terminamos en Los Llanos de Ana López, algo más arriba de Cueva Grande.








 

























27 ago 2017

Callejeando por la ciudad



Estas fotos son del pasado mes de julio. En el Muelle de Santa Catalina estaban atracados el "Empire State", buque escuela de los Estados Unidos y un buque de la Armada de Argelia. No se podía acercarse mucho a ninguno de los dos.




 Los marineros argelinos en un plano más cercano


En agosto estuvo atracado en el Arsenal de la Armada el "Brasil", buque escuela de la Marina de guerra de aquel país. 

Habían organizado una jornada de puertas abiertas y me di un salto por allí. 

Tras una espera de diez minutos hasta que se formó un grupo de personas más o menos razonable, fuimos acompañados por un marinero brasileño hasta el buque.

El barco fue botado en 1986 y se le notaban bastante los efectos del paso del tiempo. 

La tripulación se mostró amabilísima. Algunos me hablaron en portugués como si pensaran que podía entenderlos y otros se esforzaron en hablarme en español, pero la visita en sí fue un bluff.
La jornada de puertas abiertas consistía en recorrer los dos costados del barco. Entrabas por la popa y subías a la cubierta superior.



A continuación recorrías el lado de babor y salías por el de estribor, sin entrar en el interior del buque en ningún momento. Dabas un rodeo y fuera. Tiré bastantes fotos así todo. Ahí delante el Buque de Acción Marítima de nuestra Armada "Meteroro" 

El Arsenal y la ciudad detrás desde la cubierta del "Brasil". 

Ahí detrás otro de los Buques de Acción Marítima con base en nuestra ciudad, el "Rayo"

 
Los Guardiamarinas brasileros, ya digo, atentos en grado máximo.
La gorra de este era bastante curiosa. A muchos de ellos los vi con algo de sobre peso

Estas las saqué el domingo pasado. Hacía tiempo que quería pasarme por Las Coloradas para tirar estas fotos, así que del habitual Muelle Deportivo, enfilé directamente para allá. 

Ni un alma por la zona. 

Tuve que dejar la moto aparcada en la entrada de Las Coloradas, porque en todo el trayecto no hay ni un sólo hueco a los lados de la carretera donde aparcarla sin estorbar, así que volví caminando sobre mis pasos hasta  la primera curva y subí hasta una especie de mirador que había por allí.

Y empecé a tirar fotos.

La Puntilla al fondo  
Bastaba con girarse un poco para encontrar otra foto interesante.

Otro lado de la ciudad. 
Esta con plataformas incluidas. 
La Playa Chica y la gente jugando al fútbol en la orilla desde allá arriba. 
Esto no se si será el faro o la Base militar.
La carretera del Norte  con nuberío a tutiplén.
El Confital. Recuerdo cuando estaba lleno de chabolas y llegar hasta allí había que ir por un camino de cabras y ahora creo que se llega desde la playa.
Me sorprendió la cantidad de gente que había por allí a aquella hora haciendo deporte, pero la verdad, es que se prestaba bastante a ello. A correr o simplemente a caminar
El barrio de Escaleritas. 
El hospital Doctor Negrín, ahí a la derecha de la foto 
El Auditorio Alfredo Kraus. 
 Y el Muelle.




Y colorín colorado.........








6 ago 2017

Al Di Meola in Gran Canaria



This is a 2009 review





I gotta admit that I never listened to Al Dimeola much and that he never got my attention, except the long play he recorded with Paco de Lucía and John Mclaughlin, but this last Saturday within the “Festival de Guitarra de Las Palmas” he was playing in my town and I had tickets to see him live

As always, we reached the hall with plenty of time. We left the car in the hall parking lot and very soon we were at the entrance of the Alfredo Kraus Auditory.

This time, row 6, seats 21 to 27. The hall was crowded. I guess it was a sold out concert. The vision of the stage was not so good as it was when Madeleine Peyroux played live here, but you know, I can’t complaint..

The show started off with only ten minutes delay, just right after Al Dimeola introduced us the band members: Gumbi Ortiz on percussion, Víctor Miranda on bass guitar, Meter Kaszas on drums and Peo Alfonsi on guitar.

At first I got a bit surprised when I saw Al Dimeola and Peo Alfonsi on stage with Spanish guitars and from the very first track they played I found an important Spanish musical flavour that, in my opinion, reamained througout the whole concert.

I did have a perfect view of Al Dimeola and Peo Alfonsi, but not from the rest of the band

Al, used an Hermanos Conde guitar, amplified –as I read on Internet- with a Schoepps C-530 condenser microphone and a RMC piezo pickup.

The US born guitarist presented his most recent recording “World Sinfonia” –a bit pretentious title IMHO to be his first acoustic fusion ensemble album-, that combined Latin, African, Tango influences but sounded to me more Flamenco, more Paco de Lucía than Carlos Gardel’s tangos. Dry, fast and powerful guitar strumming filled up the hall with that “typical flamenco/Hispanic” sound with the collaboration of percusionist Gumbi Ortiz’s perfect use of the cajón flamenco.

Since the very beggining of the concert we saw an oustanding guitar technic. The way Al Dimeola plays guitar is Amazing folks. He is a virtuoso out of any question. I also found chemical between Dimeola and Peo Alfonsi, apart of many, many hours of rehearsal. Their accuracy executing duo strumming was perfect, it seemed more the precision you get from a sophisticated musical software. Peo Alfonsi dindn’t have a single ocassion to show us his skills, because he was all the time playing rythm guitar while Dimeola used his left hand fingers on the fretboard at the speed of light, reaching the last frets of it, to get there a remarkable, clean, and pure tone, using a pick with the right hand, to obtain a potent, strong and mighty riff

Al didn’t use many fx’s . His Spanish guitar tone was clean, or with bit of distortion or delay and another fx that sounded like Calypso, like when you see those black men that hit barrels as if they were drums, when you arrrive to any Caribbean port.

The show went on with one track after another, ‘till we reached the end of it after nearly one hour and a half.

I found that Al didn’t give any space, nor freedom to any of his band mates. I had the feeling that they were there, to simply execute a job they had been paid for and end of the story. The star was Al Dimeola and nobody else was allowed to play out of a script that the US born guitarist had set with spartan severity. Only Gumbi Ortiz that –as Al Dimeola told us- had been playing with him during the last twenty years, was allowed to make one percussion solo. I missed Peo Alfonsi playing guitar freely.

So folks, an intimate, precious, baroque concert, with a high and remarkable technical character, long tracks with differents tempos, rythms and cadence that made it dificult for me to understand it. Al Dimeola had no soul, no feeling to me. Sometimes I saw myself trying not to fall asleep, sometimes I even thought about fallen asleep by I felt embarrassed. How far is Al Dimeola from the poetry and soulful feeling Madeleyne Peyroux or Tuck and Patti deliver in their live shows.

I’m guilty, it might be my fault that I never listened to Dimeola in depht because when the concert ended, the audience stood up furiously clapping and I…..stood up as well, but for sure, when he came out for an encore I prayed Zeus, Father of the Gods that there would be no more than two bonus tracks.

I hope to be a bit more lucky this next Friday……Larry Carlton at 21.00 hours and Diane Schuur on Saturday at the same time. I haven’t heard a word about this US jazz singer but it seems she is coming with a 1940/1950 jazz repertoire

Five days in Barcelona




Couple of months ago my wife told me she would like to visit Barcelona. As I do not like travelling at all, as soon she warned me out about her crazy plans, I stood against pointing her with my forefinger and with a strong and unbending firmness I told her: "I wanna make this absolutely clear: I’m not gonna go anywhere”

Last Tuesday, December 8, VY-3000 flight brought us back to Gran Canaria after a five days stay in Barcelona. From Thursday to Tuesday.

Barcelona is an amazing city, with endless roads and wide avenues

A job mate had told me, "man, get ready, you go to a theme park" and that was what we exactly saw in Barcelona.

I gotta admit that I felt better than when we were in Madrid. The sea made the weather very similar to ours in the Canaries. Cold and humidity was similar too. I mean it was not the dry continental climate of Madrid.

There are people everywhere at all times. Bars, restaurants, greengrocers, hairdressers, clothing stores, supermarkets all open at 23:18. Streets and squares crowded at that time at night……….thousands of people ......... ....... .... The amount of holidaymakers visiting Barcelona is more than huge. People from all over the world flooded the city. Russians, hundreds of North Americans, there were also many Italians, French, Germans and Spaniards, but Chinese tourism in groups of up to thirty people were the most.

We visited Barcelona Town Hall. La Sagrada Familia as well, but we did not enter because of the enormous queues so I shot several pictures and we walked away. We also visited the Park Guell where we paid an eight euros tickets each to get in. Within the park borders there are three buildings designed by Gaudí opened to be visited. One of them is were the Catalonian architect used to live while planning the building of the park. It is the first building you face at the beginning of the enclosure. My wife tried to get in,…..but………..we were asked to pay again: "This visit is not included in the ticket price. It is an extra 5 euros.” With a smile in our faces we respectfully refused the 5 euros tickets they were offering us and did not get into the house. The visit to the other two buildings was covered by the eight euros tickets. After a 25 minutes queue, we entered “The Guard’s house”, an empty house with no furniture at all. In a room an early Twentieth Century audiovisual presentation of the park. In the other one panels covered with newspaper clippings from 1907. The third building had become a souvenirs shop.

We walked by el “Raval”, by “Las Ramblas and Paseo de Gracia”, by “La Boquería Market”, by the “Gothic neighbordood” and we visited the Cathedral of Barcelona where no one in his right mind would attempt to pray. We saw the old and the new parts of the Port of Barcelona, la Barceloneta, the Columbus column, the Batlló house and “La Pedrera” house and we even had the chance to visit the “Palacio de la Capitanía de Barcelona”.

In bars and restaurants we found thousands of friendly and very polite latinoamericans employees. The few Catalonians we had to deal with while getting a taxi or the bus or in a commerce were correct but they were not as friendly. We found out lovely Catalonians altough, but I gotta admit they were the less. At “Bosque Palermo” restaurant, -163, Valencia road- we were treated lovely by their Catalonians waiters. We enjoyed our four last dinners there.

On the other hand, Our Lord, in His Infinite Wisdom –the ways of God are inscrutables- has not been particularly generous to Catalonians women, because you sit down in any terrace in Las Canteras Beach avenue here in Gran Canaria and you see more hot Gran Canarian women in an hour that all the girls I saw in the five days I spent over there. The most of the women I saw in the streets were ugly or very ugly.

Anyway, the best of this 3200 miles trip is that I’ve come back home fully confident that my wife have enjoyed a lot this time in Barcelona and this particular fact makes the rest becomes irrelevant. How much did we spend? For God’s sake! There is no price when talking about my holy wife’s happiness. I just follow instructions coming from her command with a smile on my face, while secretly I was crossing out the days left to return home.

We were still at Barcelona’s Airport waiting for our flight back departure, when I told my wife that after the heroic deed of my coming to Barcelona, I was not gonna leave Gran Canaria ‘till 2020, ……she looked at me and said…………”check your agenda…mate………Sevilla awaits us next year by this time”.. ....... and then a boundless joy filled my heart.

¡Con ustedes.....Larry Carlton!


Larry Carlton's show review. 2009







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Friday April 3, 21:00 Larry Carlton’s turn.

Las Palmas de Gran Canaria University concert hall

After the complete deception with Al Dimeola, I had huge expectations with Mr. 335’s concert  as Larry Carlton is known.

The University concert hall is not the Alfredo Kraus Auditory and just because it’s smaller size, it gave the concert an intimate atmosphere that I’ve always thought is a must in a jazz concert. The most popular local guitarists were there too. A sold out concert

The show started off on time. Larry Carlton stepped on the stage –alone- with his 335 and adressed the audience: “My birthday was last March, so the first tune I’m gonna play is…Happy Birthday, folks…..never ever in my life I had listened to a so precious version of that track. Played with a very slow tempo, with melody beautifully hidden among arpeggios, chords and harmonics, arranged with tons of an elegant good taste. When this track was over, I thought to myself “que le den por culo a Al Dimeola” (“Fuck Al Dimeola” in a free translation)” Carlton captured and transmited me more feeling in this 3/4 minutes happy birthday song, than Dimeola in his whole concert.

The tone coming from his 335 was simply oustanding, creamy, fat, thick, the sound that you would expect from a Gibson, even more when Carlton closed his tone pot

We listened smooth jazz loaded with a colourful sensibility and we listened blues full of soulful feeling, from a Larry Carlton that showed us that a superb technique can be melted down with lyricism and inspiration to  obtain an amazing piece of beauty that in the end is what music means, something trascendent that somehow comes through and is communicated to the listener to conquer him by emotions.

I liked very much the way Larry Carlton executed the show. It seem to me not only brave, facing it just with bass guitar, guitar and drums, but because was it was planned with common sense, IMHO.

The Californian born guitarist played three or four tracks alone, no bass, no drums on stage, leaving the audience knocked out in their seats with his personal, clean, pure guitar playing, with no tricks  to freely amaze the people in the hall, displaying only a superb and beatiful playing technique. Then his son, Travis Carlton, on bass guitar, stepped on the stage to perform several more track, to finally let drummer Gene Coye enter to take his seat behind the drums. The concert was “in crescendo” track after track

Carlton had his guitar plugged into two Fender Twin Reverb, using very few fx’s, delightning us most of the time with a clean tone. I guess he only used saturation a the very end of the show, with a bit of wah-wah and a volumen pedal, but that was all.

With a powerful and colourful guitar prhasing, Carlton filled up the room with very fast scales and riff  but also with other slow, passionate rythm  variations , with soulful bendings that conquered the audience achieving a fully jazz atmosphere. Carlton gave me all I missed with Dimeola. Passion, precious, intimate arragements, feeling, argumental tension, I mean, the way they executed breaks, was amazing. Carlton used a pick but also played without it, getting from his guitar a different tone than Dimeola , You know what tone I mean folks, that tone that expert fingers can get from a guitar.

Gene Coye caught me since he put his feet on stage. What a sensibility! He played as he’s been doing it long before he was born, he touched lighty the drums and offered an original technique, rich in expression, and details.

Travis Carlton played a 5 strings bass guitar, plugged into two Ampeg cabinets -I believe two 4x12- and reamained in front of both cabinets the whole concert as if that was the only way to listen himself. I was told that Larry Calrton had been a very, very  tough bass teacher with his son and……..he did a superb job: Travis Carlton is an amazing bass player, I mean , he is not the son of……

Since the beggining of the concert Larry Carlton’s guitars –it seems he only owns those two- were on the stage. His 68’ 335 and his 84’ Acoustic Valley Art. One of my friends told me “Hey mate, where is the acoustic guitar? Folks someone had stepped on the stage, took the guitar in front of us –probaly to tune it- and we didn’t see him!!! Carlton’ show had hipnotized us. When I had a look at my watch an hour a twenty minutes had gone.

Outside the hall people were talking about this and that, but from the very good guitar players that attended the show two sentences still remain in my mind. One, “after what I’ve seen and I’ve listened from this man, all my guitars will go to the basement, what a depresión!. Second, “yes, yes Larry Carlton superb, ….OK…..but those two guys on bass and drums……..I got no words!

Then we went for dinner and while talking in the restaurant we all agreed that it would take time to enjoy a show as the one we had with Mr. 335, but folks, we were absolutely wrong. What Dianne Schuur gave us the next night, deserves a review.

5 ago 2017

Scarborough 2016


This is the article I wrote about my daughter summer school in England in 2016. Hope you like it!
 
Alea jacta est............the daughter is flying to the UK for four weeks this summer. I've already made the deposit and the registration fee on line. She was scared at first but it seems she has asummed there is no way out. Let's see how it goes...........

She arrived yesterday afternoon after 29 days in Scarborough, North Yorkshire, England.
I remember it was my wife the one who began with the "it's-time-to-send-the-girl-to- England" thing, back in March 2016. By May, she already had the most of the info regarding teen courses avalaible in the UK and Ireland.
When I checked out the info, I noticed that the whole teen summer courses offer, took place in England Southern towns and villages. Bornemouth, Brighton, Worthing, Portsmouth. In Ireland only Dublin and Galway.
I soon forget everything about Ireland. Dates didn't match.
So I went back to consider England to realise that my daughter was going to be an hour away by train from London and not only that, what it was worst, she was going to be sourronded by Spaniards like her, attending teen summer courses just like her.
Obviously the most of the Spanish companies that deal with kids summer courses in the UK, always choose Southern towns because of the costs. They can offer a tigh budget packet as it is much easier to fly to London as several daily flights from all over Spain are avalaible.
So I started off seeking other alternatives when I said to myself "you moron, what about the summer course you attended at the Scarborough School of English back in the 80's?"
When I searched the net I found out the “Scarborough International School of English” and that was the starting point.
I talked to my wife. I told her the girl was going to travel with other Spaniards to London several times a week and she was not going to speak English but Spanish and that IMHO that was just throwing away our money.
She agreed and I was in charge since.
The girl flew to Manchester from Gran Canaria in a four hours flight. I hired a transfer that picked her up at the airport and drove her to Scarborough, 124 miles away.
She has attended the teen course succesfully. She met ten Spaniards at the school but they left at the end of her first week. No more Spaniards since. “I was the only Spaniard in the school, dad!” Great!
She has enjoyed a wonderful experience in the UK she’ll never forget.
“Would you repeat next year?” I told her yesterday while we were heading home from the airport
“For sure dad”




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