Tuesday, 19 March 2019

Castells in Tarragona

It's Castell Time!
The Concurs de Castells, held every 2 years in Tarragona.
The 'pack' - forming the pinya for a Human Tower.
I've written about Castells before, the amazing Catalan tradition of building 'Human Towers.' This time though, this is wasn't just a Sunday with a few teams competing in a village. This was the big event - the bi-annual Concurs de Castells in Tarragona! This even is the biggest gathering of Castells in the country and happens over two days, and I was lucky enough to be invited by the Xics de Granollers, my team that I support. By this time, I'd been taking photos of the Castells, not just one team, but following the events around and snaping many of the teams, most recently the Minyons from Terrassa, the first team in history to make a 10-storey tower. I saw them in their home city and they were simply amazing - not only did they make the usual, impressive structures, but they also made a moving 'pillar,' 4 people height, walking across a bridge from a starting point 100m away from where the performace was taking place. I had also seen one of the 'top' teams in 2017, the Castellers de Vilafranca, strut their stuff not far from my city of Sabadell. They was these guys were organised and how they make those towers so quickly and efficiently blew me away. It was like watching an apartment tower go up in time lapse, the base moved in and formed the 'pinya,' or base of the tower, and before you knew it people were climbing over each other and building the spire reaching for the sky. I saw my first 9-storey tower that day and was very impressed! Since all of this, I have published a book on Castells, filled with photos and short explanations of how it all works (in English and Catalan) and it's now for sale, so please check it out and maybe even order a copy for yourself, a family member, or for someone you know in a Castell team! Just go to matthewphillis.com and follow the pop-up or go to the LINKS page to get yourself a copy of this lovely little book.

One of the veterans of the Xics de Granollers.
The younger members of the colla - great kids that make such high towers possible.

The Graller players entering the stadium.
We want a home! Castells are now a symbol of independence.
So yes, I was off to Tarragona to see all of the teams compete in a big stadium - I'd been smiling for weeks before actually arriving and my face was already hurting! I couldn't believe it - this had been a dream of mine ever since coming to Catalonia and seeing my first castell! We all meet up in Granollers and got the bus together - free for the team, its musicians, families and its photographers (which included me!). We also go a t-shirt so that we'd all me decked out in the team colours. Many of the people on the bus were part of the tower building team, some had their family members coming along with them but most of these were also in the team - the Castell team is one big family. 42 teams headed down to the beautiful city of Tarragona, an old Roman city full of ruins from the Empire as well as views of the Mediterrean from its high vantage point. I wasn't here to visit the city this time however, and although I've been here 2-3 times, I made a mental note to come back just to see the city again. Getting off the bus, the teams gathered to sit in a park and have something to eat and some refreshments, which of course included a few pre-game beers, before walking up together as one huge, multi-coloured caravan towards our goal - the stadium. As a member of the Granollers team, I didn't need a ticket to get it, as I wouldn't be sitting anywhere. That's right, I was to be in the middle of everything! Walking into the middle of the stadium was amazing - I can't quite find the words to describe the feelings that ran through me, I was tingling in my fingers and open-mouthed, looking around me and feeling somewhat how a first-time competitor in the Olympics feels like when they first enter for the opening ceremony. I wasn't the only one - the first-timers and the veterans also felt the excitement of it all. When the National Anthem was sung, it was hard not to get tears in your eyes. It's a very sad song, about losing a fight not never giving up. A hush fell over the whole arena as Catalans stood and sun along to the words. I wasn't sure how to feel or what to do, as it's not my anthem, not my language, but a part of me knew it was. I took in the moment with a few photos and just looked on as they did their thing. Lately the Castells have become very political with the independence movement here in Catalonia, and I was in the centre of it all.

What an incredible view!

42 teams coming together to compete is an amazing scene.
Friends, family, we're all Castellers.
It's really a big gathering of comrades.
The competition in my opinion wasn't really a competition. Although points are awarded to the teams for the difficulty and completion of the towers, and there is a 'winner' on the day and an overall winner, I prefer to think of it as a spectacular way of showing what these people can do. It's not a sport, more a cultural event in my mind - sadly because there are points, prestige and money involved, teams try too much and sometimes fall and hurt themselves in the process. The competition was setup so that the top teams, the really big ones like The Minyons and Vilafranca, would compete on Sunday, while the 'lower' teams would compete on Saturday. I went on Saturday with my team, and although this was 'the quiet day,' the crowd and atmosphere was awe-inspiring. The spectacular went for the whole afternoon and into the evening, and I was a little tired, as was my trigger finger. It was constant, while 1 team went up, building their castle, at least 3 others were doing the same thing at the same time - I wasn't sure where to look as the colours melded together to form a soup of castellers in their brightly-coloured shirts. Although there were many different teams, and they were in a way pitching their skills against other teams, the real spirit came out and they did help each other build the pinya bigger to help stabilise the tower. This is the true spirit of the Castells - the moto goes "Strength, Balance, Bravery and Common Sense," and there should be room for "Camaraderie" and "Teamwork" in there too.
Stuck in the middle.

A young castellera coming down after a successful build.
A young casteller watching another team.
Watching from the stands.
The day come and went a little too quickly for me, something to do with the emotion of it all I'm sure. Everyone took frequent breaks outside to get fresh air, a quick chat or maybe even a little 'estrella' refreshment. We'd all come on the bus and so we all headed back on the bus together, full of pride that the job was well done and that Granollers was well-represented. Some people slept a little, others chatted about the day, and many shared photos taken of friends and family members. It was a great day for all, and one I'd repeat in 2 years time if the opportunity arises again. I don't know what else to say about Castells to be honest - if you don't know what they are or you haven't seen a performance, then you absolutely must! If you have seen castells and love them as much as I do, then get yourself a ticket for the next Concurs in Tarragona!

Friends, family and team-mates.
Love in the Pinya.
Towers reaching the sky.
The salute to the crowd!
I like to say a big thank you to all my readers, Instagram and Facebook followers for your support and comments. I would also like to mention again that I have published my first book and it's for sale online only. Click on the book cover below to get your copy! A little self-advertising I know, but you won't be disappointed by the book I promise you. The new castell season is about to start for 2019 so I'll be back out there on weekends, capturing the amazing people and their stories. Make sure you're following me - I am also working on a new books, so stay tuned!

There are no losers here, only winners.

The new book - click on the picture to get a copy!

Monday, 25 February 2019

The Train To Plovdiv

old and New - the beautiful and interesting architecturestyles in Sofia.
Sofia - stray cats and uneven pavements.
A city of ruins and new life.
So far Sofia had treated me well and I have a lot of respect for this city. It's a bit rough around the edges to be honest, and crumbling in other parts, but there is still so much charm, beauty and history packed into the place - far more than many other cities around the World. Although the accommodation experience when I first arrived wasn't great, that was soon fixed and we spent the next 2 nights in a proper little hotel, where we had a private room, a bathroom to share with only 1 other room, as well as a real kitchen. Again, the price was cheap and it was a much needed upgrade. It was in the same neighbourhood, but that didn't bother me too much - for all the dodgy appearance, it wasn't dangerous as far as I could tell, just more than it's fair share of derelict buildings, stray cats and uneven pavements. Getting the tram into the centre was fun - climbing onto a rickety machine built in the 50s, completely unsure of where it's going, an ancient ticket-punch machine is the only inspector, and opening the window nice and wide so you can hang your head (and camera) out to see the city. Not many places you can do all of these things anymore - even the window! We caught a few trams around the city, not because we were in a hurry, or the heat was too much, or even because the city is that big, but purely out of joy. Walking is still a great way to see the city, as with most cities in my opinion - taking a big touristy bus is not my ideal way of seeing a new place. It may give you a quick overview of a city, things to come back to, or give you the chance to see more in 1 day of your time is limited, but for me it is too much hurrying around, too many people and not the way I want to experience a new place. I want to get on street level, walking the streets, feel the city, and stop for photos, street food or a beer if the mood strikes me. Free Walking Tours are great too.
Decorations in a local restaurant.
Great food and service - shame I can't pronounce the name.

How many people remember using these?
The city of lions.
We found a few places that were great for a break from the baking Summer heat. One, a very traditional restaurant, served lovely beer and I even considered coming back for dinner. The restaurant was heavily decorated inside, but it seemed like they really loved their country and tried to fill every square inch of it with things from Bulgaria, flags, cups, bottles, dolls, anything with the national colours on it. A small pizza joint on a busy street was a lunch time stop after the walking tour and it turned out to be great. I love pizza and was pulled into the store by the sight of huge slices in the window and the smell of pepperoni and freshly baked, crusty bread. I walked in and ordered 2 slices of the biggest pizza I'd ever seen and 2 drinks. They stuck the pizza back in the oven for a bit and then served it piping hot - it was delicious and only cost €3.50 for everything. As our last night in the city, we decided to head back to a restaurant that we'd stumbled upon the first day. Although I don't normally go to places that mention that they've been written about in various travel guide, splashed in huge lettering on their building, I did this time as it looked genuinely authentic, nobody hassled me out the front to come in, and their prices looked good. We sat down in the evening just as dusk was approaching, after a hot day of walking the city. Although busy, we were given a lovely place to sit inside and given wood-bound, thick menus immediately and the waiter quickly took our drink order. I'm sure he could just read my "I need beer" expression. The menu was as heavy as it was extensive, and I have found that the Bulgarians love their lamb, so much so that there was a whole page dedicated to the cooking and eating of lamb's heads! I settled on some fried chicken in spices, accompanied by chips and salad - I know, a little like a child's menu, but trust me, this was bigger than many 5 year olds and I struggled to finish! Man over came food and man enjoyed food also. We also ordered the traditional Shopska salad to go with our meals and pints of beer. It was a lovely evening and I found myself happily shuffling back to the room with a very full belly!

Stray cats are everywhere in this city - and they're friendlier than the people!
Even the money is called 'lions,' and its the city's animal - these beasts once roamed the hills around the city.
The Alexander Nevsky Cathedral.
Tsar Samuil of the First Bulgarian Empire (997-1014).
The last leg of the walking tour is worth mentioning, as we finished up where everyone wants to see in this city - the Saint Aleksandar Nevski Cathedral. Although this is the big church and the one the tourists want to see, there were some other, smaller and older, churches that I found just as interesting and beautiful. The oldest building in the city is a 3rd Century church built by the Romans, St George's Church, which sits in the middle of the Parliament building in the centre of the city. The square is surrounded by a Communist-style office building, air-con boxes sticking out the windows, everything symmetrical, then there is this crumbling, red-brick building squatting right in the centre. Frankly, the Romans knew how to build things, to make them last and for looks as well - we have a lot to learn still. You can still see the Roman road as well as the stone columns that were used as central heating - yes, those clever Romans knew how to live and didn't like cold feet either! The 2nd oldest church in the city, the Saint Sofia church, is just opposite the far bigger cathedral. Dating to the 4-6th Century AD, it sits on what was Serdica's meeting place for its Council (Serdica is the old name for the country), and the city changed it's name from Sredets to Sofia in the 14th Century. When the Russians kicked out the Turks, they saw this as a religious moment as well as a military victory, and to celebrate, they gathered around the biggest church they could find. This was the Sofia church, but sadly there was no bell tower with a bell to ring to let everyone know how happy they were, so one was found and strung up on the tree outside the church. The cathedral, the Aleksandar Nevski Cathedral, is sitting on its own 'island' roundabout in a huge square and it can't be missed. With its white marble fa├žade and green domes, it's an impressive sight. The materials used to built it come from all around the World, the marble from Munich, metal from Berlin, the gates from Vienna and mosaics from Venice, just to name a few. Although you think it would be old, the cathedral is very recent as far as churches go - construction was started in 1882 but most of the work was done between 1904 and 1912. Inside, isn't as impressive as the outside I don't think, but it was very decorated, if a little dark. In the crypt there is a museum of Bulgarian religious icon, which the church (and our tour guide) claim to be to largest collection in Europe. Who I am to doubt?

The Alexander Nevsky Cathedral.
Street Art in Sofia.
Ready to go?
Everyone loves looking out the window.
Although I'm sure there was more to explore, it was time to hit the road, or rails in this case. Yes, it was time for a train ride! I enjoyed my train trips in Romania, the old trains rattling along, windows that you could open, and just a real train trip from the past. Let me tell you - Bulgaria didn't let me down! It wasn't easy to buy a ticket, and I'm glad I did it the day before. Apart from the unfriendliness of people in general in this city, the people at the station were even worse. Then there is the bureaucracy of the place - you queue at a ticket office for ages, only to be told that they don't sell tickets to that city here, please go downstairs (they didn't say please), then queue again, get told something different. Then go back upstairs and try your luck there for the second time... eventually the tickets were bought and we were on the train early the next day. We were able to sit anywhere we wanted, and most people took a seat next to a window in the small, 6-seater cabins these trains have. Not me - I put my bag down and went straight to the window! I love a good train ride, and this one was made better by the fact that this train was a million years old, smelt like a train should (a combination of dust, grease and break pads), the windows could open and the toilet was a straight drop to the rails. I'm not a train enthusiast, just a big kid. The train left the station on its way to Plovdiv and a conductor came around to check tickets. Apparently we'd been sitting in 1st class and so had to move to 2nd class - I didn't see much of a difference to be honest, with vinyl seats instead of material ones, and the windows were only slightly dirtier. 2.5 hours later and much standing with my head and camera out the window, we arrived Plovdiv, the 2019 European Capital of Culture.

The train ride to Plovdiv

Far more interesting with your head out the window!
McDonald's written in Cyrillic.
Old-fashioned signal system.
The train station doesn't let you off right in the centre of Plovidv, but that wasn't a problem, I just followed the main street right up to find it. The walk there was interesting too - it seemed this city had also seen better days as many of the apartment blocks and houses were in similar shape to those in the capital. I can only imagine what Sofia would have looked liked it its day though! I'd been recommended to come here by a friend at work and I'm very glad I did. Once we found the city centre, we were impressed. It was clean, shops and restaurants were doing a busy trade, the sun was out and there was a fountain spurting water high into the air, the wind doing the rest to make a fine, refreshing mist. I was headed straight for the Roman stadium as I'm a big fan of the Romans - I mean, what did the Romans ever do for us? Passing lots of little shops and interesting buildings, including MacDonald's written in the  Cyrillic script (but still easily recognised), and I found the stadium sitting right in the centre of the city. It was slightly lower than the modern-day structures around it, but it has been preserved remarkably well for something that is nearly 2000 years old. Built in the 2nd Century AD under the reign of Emperor Hadrian (know for that bill wall in England), it is 240m long and 50m wide, able to seat up to 30,000 spectators to watch men and boys compete in games similar to those in ancient Greece. The site is very accessible - you're able to sit on the seats and walking around and even touch what is left. It's also free! I know touching ancient monuments isn't really giving them the respect that they deserve, and if everyone touched it there wouldn't be any left - but I love touching something that has seen 2000 years of history, seats that have had ancient Roman bums jumping up and down on, cheering their favourite gladiator, touching columns in Egypt that held up huge temples to the Gods, or being right next to one of the massive blocks that make up the Great Pyramid of Giza. Touching, I figure, is ok as these things have lasted this long, but respect needs to be paid in the way of pollution and keeping these pieces of history clean - the Stonehenge in England is a prime example of past abuse, where people actually camped right up against the stones, painted on them and even carved their names into them.

The Roman Stadium - free for everyone to explore.
Roman Theater of Philippopolis.
I love the Romans.
Cat amoung the ruins.
Next on my list was the Ancient Theater of Philippopolis. It was a bit of a hike up hills and past churches, around little pedestrian streets and cute houses, until finally I found it. I'm a lover of anything Roman, and this was no disappointment. The theatre is a huge, semi-cirle structure, marble bench seats all facing the stage and beautiful columns behind. This reminded me so much of the Roman theatre in Cartagena, Spain - I guess the Romans did really build everything like an IKEA desk, not quite flat-pack but all the same design to make things easier and faster to construct. Not that this takes anything away from the beauty of the structure - sparkling white in the hot Bulgarian sun, it's well worth the walk and even the trip to Plovdiv. I spent a fair bit of time here, touching the marble, admiring the work and engineering of such a structure, as well as trying to imagine how it would have been back then - actors on stage, lit by torches, the crowd dressed in togas and hanging on the edge of their benches as the drama unfolds. Only 5 Lev a ticket (€2.50) it was well worth it. After having a refreshing beer (€1.50 for a pint!) at a bar just outside the site (on lovely sofas no less!), we headed up to the top of the hill to see the old fort which we were told gives you a panaramic view of the city. Walking through the streets to get there though was an adventure on its own - small cobbled streets, interesting colours buildings leaning at strange angles and cats everywhere. There were a few stalls here, some museums and cultural shops, but to be honest it felt a little weird - the shop keeper outnumbered the tourists! I feel this will get very busy next year, but for now I enjoyed the walk, talking to the locals and also picking up a few souvenirs. The fort at the top of the hill did indeed give a great view, and the last view of the city before it was time to leave.
The streets of Plovdiv.
Ancient benches were ancients bums sat.

The cobbled streets of plovid's Old Town.
Cool Cat.
The train back to Sofia was a quiet one, and from there we only had time to go to bed and sleep. The next day was our last morning in Sofia and after a quick bite at the bus stop, we baorded our return bus to Bucharest. It was a long drive, but some of the sights were interesting. We drove through the amazingly green mountains of Northern Bulgaria, small windy rounds and little villages along the way. As the terrain flatterned out toward Romania, there were just fields and fields of sunflowers as far as the eye could see. Empy roads, sunny skies and green landscapes was our return bus trip - sometimes its good to spend a day on a bus to just see the countryside, rather than trying to sleep on an overnight one. We crossed the border into Romania and then crossed the mighty Danube too. My time in Romania and Bulgaria was over - it was time to return to Barcelona and spend some time in the sun before going back to work. This had been a great experience and one I'd never forget. Thank you Romania (again) and Bulgaria.

P,lovdiv - it should be on your list if you come to Bulgria.
Last sunset in Bulgaria.

Castells in Tarragona

It's Castell Time! The Concurs de Castells, held every 2 years in Tarragona. The 'pack' - forming the pinya for a Huma...