I was going to catch the bus up to the Cidade da Cultura but I missed the one that takes people as far as the car park, and the next one,an hour later dropped off about a kilometre away. I was glad about that, as I had only my sandles on as it was a sunny morning. The taxis are only allowed to drop off in the car park also, and it's quite a climb even then.
Looking back to car park.
This place is enormous. The whole complex must cover two football fields at least. The towers in the distance are part of it. I have no idea what they are for.
The exhibition area is housed in this building and the entrance is on the other side. Today it was free to get in, and even so there was only about 12 people there. I cannot imagine why a place of this magnitude was built in this city, with its small population. I googled it when I got home and it makes interesting reading. “In 2013' after more than a decade of construction the project would be halted”. There is much more but that will do to give an idea of what a white elephant this is.
It is virtually impossible to photograph without wide angle lenses, and a helicopter! They had no postcards showing the buildings but maybe I can get some later when I go for a meal.
The exhibition was very impressive as they had works from all over the world, which embraced contempory and ancient artifacts/art. It was called Fresh Water and had “assembled seven hundred art works” with one theme on each of four floors. Even then there was vast empty spaces. The works were all to do with water, whether water powered, or collecting it and some were ancient examples and some were modern.
An ancient marble bath.
A advertisement made up of tiles.
An old painting of slaves washing for diamonds.
A scroll six metre long detailing the Yangtze River . ( I think. Too much to remember).
A painting of the Suez Canal . For mum.
Completely forgotten what he represents. Looks like me when I missed the train.
About six metres of water carrying vessels
Models of Meteorology weather thingies.
A painting of the Alhambra gardens.
A bronze sculpture of a fellow with flipper feet?
In all it was a pretty impressive display and I'm glad I went, but I just wonder who had the crazy idea to build this massive place, which no one seems to go to? Manuel, on the desk, just rolled his eyes when I mentioned it. Then made the well known crazy gesture and said: “government!”.
I had actually taken lunch with me, thinking I would sit in the sun and admire the view. Silly me, it was bucketing down when I left. I had my lunch in the lounge room here instead.
Supposedly, the brief when the design competition was announced was for the building to represent a new peak on Mt Gaias. Actually from the distance it represents a freaking space ship.
Meanwhile Chaya has just Skyped from Turkey where she and Sherrie are wandering around. Currently in Instanbul and heading to Anatolia, ( I think ). Maggie should be heading to her brother in Singapore about now as she has just had three days in Ireland. Di and Gil are making headway towards Finisterre, and I'm about to sort out my things to see if there is anything I don't need before going out.
It is very easy to forget that it is daylight until ten pm, and even then it is not really dark. So here I am about to eat. It's not easy to get a meal as such, because most places serve only what is called Raciones, which is small portions much like tapas. If you ask for a 'menu' it is thought you mean the pilgrim menu which is the set three: entree, main, desert and wine. Only those that cater for the pilgrims have those and they are usually close to the albergue areas. If you want a meal you ask for carda or plata. Very confusing. I hope Barcelona might be a little different.
On the weekends here they open up the fair ground. It is like our Royal Show in miniature except it is every weekend. It really does seem strange to see all the little tots out so late.
I thought aliens had landed.
Kiddies out having fun. Yes, she's meant to be blurred.
This was at eight pm, perversely the sun is now shining.
Not sure what they represent. The one in blue looks like a beggar.
I went looking for beggars with a few odds and ends, but they must have Sundays off as there was nary a one. I gave my bits of food to the Anthony Quinn look alike who seems to live on the steps near the cathedral. He was most appreciative, and I need to add these were sealed items, not half eaten!
There were no postcards of the spaceship on the hill. Hopefully I can snap one off on the way to the airport in the morning. My flight goes at 8.45 so I shall be up with the sparrows.
As I got back to the hotel just before ten, Manuel was taking out rubbish. Poor devil he and two others do 12 hours shifts. ( not at the same time).
I didn't mean to blurr him! See out light it is?
Well that's it from Santiago. Tune in for the Barcelona adventure.