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Showing posts with label anecdote. Show all posts

Monday, 11 August 2014

First night in Bilbao


Arriaga Suites charges a supplement of 20€ for late arrivals. I told them we were scheduled to touch down at 20.35 and that we'd be taking the bus and tram so they estimated arrival time to be no later than 22.00. If I arrived later, they would charge me the supplement.

I might have missed the deadline by a little, but there wasn't any charge. :)

We checked in, dumped the bags, freshened up a little, and went out in search for a bite to eat. I was told a lot of places close around 23.00-23.30. This, I later established to be true. Whipped the phone out, Google Maps, GPS on, "Take me to Gure Toki!"

Before I knew it, we were in Plaza Nueva, which was buzzing with late diners, in spite of it being a Wednesday. Unfortunately, Gure Toki was closed. It is not uncommon for restaurants to close in August for their annual holidays. And, just as I was told, some restaurants were already starting to pack up for the night.

We walked around the square, soaked up the vibes and eventually entered a small bar, even though it was almost empty. We weren't in the mood to be among a crowd, I guess. Besides, there were still a fair bit of appetising-looking pintxos on the bar. That could also mean a bad thing, I know.

As so happened many times before, it didn't take long for others to follow us in, and soon the place was filled up! The place was tiny, so that wasn't difficult.

Inma is a family-run establishment which means that the service is friendly and helpful. Inma, I guess, is the name of the lady of the house, who, unfortunately, had a terrible accident a week before. She fell down the lift shaft, I think; I didn't quite understand exactly how it happened. She was going down to the wine cellar, perhaps in the dark and it must have been one of those old lifts where it's just a platform going up and down.

I used to work in a place like that and you have to be careful and always make sure that the platform is at your level and not 20 or 30 metres below! So, I suppose she must have just opened the lift door, and walked into an empty shaft and went tumbling down to the cellar because the platform was still down below!

Broke her hips and all. Terrible. My heart went out to them. The father and son was running the bar without her, naturally. I hope she'll recover well. I don't know how much effect her absence had on the quality of the food, but, aspect wise, it obviously looked good enough for us to walk in.

Pintxos in Bilbao

How on earth did I find out about all that, you may very well ask. Haha. That's the sort of thing you can discover by sitting by the bar and opening up a conversation...

So, what about the food?

The first thing you need to know about pintxos is that pintxo literally means "spike". The fundamental ingredient is a piece of bread, usually hard-crusted, and anything that can be spiked through, on top of it. The toothpicks can get quite long! These days, they don't even bother with the toothpicks or skewers, as you can see on the above image. They're similar to the Danish open sandwiches or montaditos in other Spanish regions. The Basque people, however, have made pintxos their very own art form.

The second thing to know is that they're not intended to be a full meal; more like a snack. A lot of them are often served cold; a few are warm. In most bars/restaurants, they are prepared once or twice a day. So, generally speaking, they may be not as fresh as you'd expected if they've been on the counter for many hours.

The third thing, following on from what I mentioned in the last paragraph, if you're hungry, and you want to just have pintxos, be thinking of anything between 3 and 6 pintxos, depending on the size of your stomach! In other words, they can add up to a bit. As an example, this meal at Inma for the three of us, with drinks, came up to a little over 30€. We probably had about 12 or 13 pintxos between us.

Back to Inma's.

As I mentioned before, service was friendly and efficient. Some pintxos were served warmed up - not sure if it was done by some sort of oven or hot plate, but it made a difference. Taste was generally good. I found the cod a little salty, but it's normal in most places as the cod they use is de-salted salty cod, if that makes sense. The bacalao al pil pil is their speciality. Price is more economical than most of the other eateries in this plaza, which makes it great value for money.

Recommended.

Thursday, 31 July 2014

First Impressions



Uuff. Travelling by plane is so stressful these days. Departure lounge was full, this being August, so that was to be expected.

Terrorism has made travel so painful these days. One has to take it with a different mentality.
"This way, this way!".
"The last table, the last table!"
"Belts off!" "All objects in the tray!"
"No, no, no!" This doesn't go here!" "Off!"
"Rucksack not in the tray! "Computers! Mobile phones!" "Yes, yes, yes!"
"This here! That there!" "Move, move, move!"

Phew!

Like herding animals to their pen.

And, as usual, when I stepped over the screening system, the alarm went off. No matter what I remove from my self, I am always subjected to a hand search. I'd expected this. I said, "Watch this. What's the bet that the alarm will go off?"

We laughed when it happened. You just had to take it that way, don't you?

Ten minutes before scheduled take-off, the PA went "Mr Diego so-and-so, please contact a member of the cabin crew, please."

Oh.

An important call? Bad news?

Five minutes before take-off, the captain came on, "We must apologise because someone has checked in but has failed to show up. For security reasons, we'll have to locate their luggage and until we do so, we won't be able to take off."

Damn, now we won't make that 21:00 bus!

Minutes later, a lady rushed in, hot and flustered. A flight assistant took her bag and tried to find an empty spot in the overhead cabins to shove it into.

I didn't know Diego could be a woman.

In any case, points to Vueling. There was hardly any delay.

Landing was perfect as it had been all the time I've flown with Vueling. Claimed our baggage. No problems either. Rushed out.

Weather was perfect too. Not too hot, not too cold. Bus was there to the right of the airport as I'd expected. People were boarding. We managed to get on. €1.45 was the fare per person. Just 5 cents off the published price. Internet prices seem to go out of date the moment they're up.

Suitcases heaved onto racks. Phones on. Yippee! Wifi on the bus. Not everyone knows this, of course. I'd tried it on the Granada trip but none of the ALSA buses I took had it. This time I was lucky. Tried password ALSAPREMIUM. No. Wrong!

Tried WALSA! Yes, yes, yes! Connected. Map on. Where are we? Wasn't it Murphy who said that the time you manage to get free wifi on the bus, your trip will be a short one?

I didn't keep track of the time, but it couldn't be more than 20 minutes when everyone went oohhhh! The sun was setting... To the right of us, this huge glittering monster loomed. I thought I was going to hate it. But, I must admit, Guggenheim was impressive. Bigger than I'd imagined. In the glow of the setting sun, it deserves to be the centre-point of Bilbao. Biscay.

Welcome to The Basque Country!

To be continued...