maanantai 1. elokuuta 2011

Gaudi, Guardiola & Good Times


Four days and three nights of confusion and disorder in Barcelona are now behind us, In between all the tapas and Estrella’s, the picturesque streets of El Born and the larger-than-life Raval, there was even place for power meltdowns and rain storms. Here’s the best stuff straight out of the capital of gorgeous Catalonia, the city of Gaudi, Guardiola and Good Times.

Resolis – Facing Riera Baixa, Barcelona’s vintage street in the heart of Raval, Resolis is a tapas bar in an authentic Spanish bar setting, without missing out on the modernist touch. For a red note you’ll sooth your tummy with well-prepared Catalonian delicacies; we went for the cerdo con manchego and rollos de pollo. Yum-yum-times up for grabs.





Federal – Our safe haven from the raging storm. A coffee joint set up with good taste just off St. Antoni metro station in Raval. The Aussie owners have done a much-obliged job. Besides the quality coffee Federal mixes its macchiatto’s and cappucino’s with the freshest and purest of ingredients. The minimal design including one big, last-supper-like table creates a relaxing atmosphere and an opportunity to bond with the savvy-looking clientele. Final result: bloody awesome.





Parc Güell
– Parc Güell is the best free treat of Barcelona. It is a result of Antoni Gaudi’s endless imagination with all it’s colorful mosaic sculptures, tubular hollows and the two Hansel-and Gretel-style gatehouses, originally homing the gatekeepers of the park. The park was constructed in the 1900’s when Count Eusebi Güell bought a hillside property and hired Gaudi to construct a garden playground for the rich. Nowadays, there’s even a set of escalators built to help the trek up the hill, even for the most obese Yankee Simple-Jack’s. Once you get up, besides all the Gaudi art, the views all over Barcelona really make it worth the effort (no guarantees for people over 300 pounds). This is also the densest camera per tourist area in Barca, so make a little fun out of it by cockblocking Japanese tourists taking pics. They’re the only one’s who bow and thank you when you stop. Tankkk Yuuuuuuu!!












Massive view from the top of Güell

Kiosko – Hands down, best burger in town. An innovative idea combined with a great product and a playful space equals success. Burger bar Kiosko is enjoying this well-earned success just a few 10 metres off the Barceloneta underground stop in plain El Born district. The menu: 13 different burgers raging from the Classic 200g beef with tomato, salad and onion to the Swiss with potato rösti and Gruyère topping the beef and salads. You place your order by ticking your choices on a small menu pamphlet, where you can choose the type of bread, the cheese and the potatoes to go with the burger. Besides delicious and mouth-watering, this is the first burger that actually tastes healthy. I can only think of the Portuguese gourmet burger restaurant H3, with as good a burger as this one. Go for the Classic for starters, and bite after bite move yourself to the big league of the Santa Caterina and Catalunia burgers. All this for the price of a normal fast food joint meal! On top, the shop has the interior of a cool modern gelateria, with Batman cartoons decorating the toilet’s walls. This place will make all the QP’s at MD’s and the Double Whopper’s at BK’s taste like raccoon shit.






Best burger in town with aioli potatoes

Razzmatazz – The indie and house music party central of Barcelona. A complex resembling an old-hangar-like warehouse, you might get at (drunken) times lost. Each one of the spaces has it’s own separate music program, five in total: Razz Club, The Loft, Lolita, Pop Bar and Rex Room. We only found two. Nuff said.

Conti 24 Kilates – Situated along the south end of Carrer del Comercio in El Born, K24K is the shop for all the clientele who share a love for sneakers. Besides the standard Nike’s, New Balance’s and Reebok’s, the store also shelves seasonal and limited edition footwear, not to forget a small but good-looking selection of clothes, caps, mags and street-art books. If the price tags look too high for your taste, just have a chat with the owners on what’s happening around town; they’re always in for a good laugh.






W Eclipse Bar – Emulating a giant silver knife highlighting the Barcelonan skyline, W encapsulates the rebirth of modern cool in the Catalan capital. Walk straight past the glass and LED lit reception area, which with it’s textured classy beanbags and plenty of fashion and lifestyle books scattered effortlessly around, abolishes completely the concepts of traditional check-in. You’ll find yourself in front of four elevators, with three of them going only to the penultimate, 25th floor. The last one, the one with the red carpet and the bouncer, is the one to take to the 26th floor Eclipse Bar. In this posh end extravagant environment, you might think the Eclipse would be overpriced. In reality you can enjoy a local Estrella beer for 6€, which is a relatively accessible price for the picturesque view and smoking hot waiters, smiling like they were on a beauty pageant.







In between the shops and restaurants, cafes and clubs, on Saturday afternoon a rainstorm exploded on top of Barcelona, raging for a good two three hours. We were on the subway when it started, so when we got to our home station of St. Antoni in Raval, it was raining a rain so heavy I have never witnessed before. It was fun to watch the Spanish kamikaze runners, who before running up the stairs first gathered courage for 5 minutes, just to realize at midway they're already soaking wet. When the rain slowed from heavy rain to pouring rain, we made our move and ran two blocks to Cafe Federal, where we dried our shoes & clothes while sipping coffee.


The view from the St. Antoni metro exit


Flooding streets of Barcelona


Water everywhere


Lauri fighting for his life in Raval

We got to our apartment (we moved after the first night in the Melon District to an apartment in Raval), where electricity had gone down due to the storm. So we took the subway's green line to Fontana, a tourist-free district just beside Gràcia, full on life and Spanish culture. Narrow streets decorated with attention-to-detail residential buildings, that lead to spacious plaza's with churches, cafes and playgrounds. Kids playing football, retired Spaniards puffing fat cigars, dogs running free on the streets and street artists playing accordion. Not a single tourist in sight. We ended up sipping beer at this local Theatre Nou institution, which had a café and bar downstairs, and a popular theater upstairs. Awesome joint.











We returned to the apartment, and the electricity was still missing. The apartment's half-wit slobo-receptionist called Oleg just shrugged and said "whole street no lights", when we asked about the power shortage. The whole damn street looked like a fucking Christmas tree. We told him it was impossible for a hotel-apartment to be the only place without light in the district. Oleg got a bit mad, expressing it in his three-year-old, retard way: "call the manager, call the police, call the president!!!". Unbelievable. We filed a complaint for compensation the next morning, and left Barcelona in the evening. By the time I'm writing this post, we have already reached Bilbao, our second destination. Last night we took a bus for 40 €, that took a painful 7 hours to reach the capital of Basque country. Bye bye Barcelona, hello Bilbao. So it goes.

perjantai 29. heinäkuuta 2011

Cheap Thrills



Summertime. Once again. Time to travel, time for good times. First stop: Barcelona. With the newcomer Norwegian, flights come as cheap as 100 € one-way. We started our trip straight outta Cuba’s infamous Wednesday after work, provoking several casualties along the way. Unfortunately, Töölön Taisto center back didn’t make it, missing his flight for purposes of whiskey.



If you’re ever planning to ride a plane drunk, high or hangover, or generally in a hazardous state of mind, choose the winning choice of window seat with above-average leaning possibilities. The flight passed in snap, reaching sweltering Barcelona way too early. We found ourselves in T2 (the low frills terminal) around white-socks-in-sandals Finns, and made ourselves quickly towards the train for Placa Cataluña. The train is the Jew decision to go; for a mere 3,50 you get a relatively quick connection to the city center, whereas a bus costs 6 € & cab five times the latter. We had our first night booked in a student-minded, concrete hostel, located in the eastern side of Barcelona, just beside Marina district.

Drunk as we still were, we decided to stay in and have our bronze worked up by the rooftop pool. With 12th floor views all over the city, for a while, despite the lack of sleep, we felt awesome.







Until the hangover got to us. Boy it did. We slept a well-earned, four-hour siesta, waking up at 9pm. Lauri had heard of this great new Tapas place just nearby, off Urquinaona U-Bahn stop. Lauri told us they made in there this exquisite burger, with a secret, Catalan recipe, called Double Whopper. After this utterly mind-blowing experience, we just had to tuck in our cheap linens, and sleep our shit away. Barcelona promises. So it goes.

lauantai 14. elokuuta 2010

Until The Bitter Milanese End


Last post, last destination: Milan. By the time I'm writing this final post about Fabioland, I've already reached home turf in Porto Santo, Portugal. If you wonder why Milan's our terminus, it's simple: cheap, wide-ranging no-frills connections to all over Europe (in our case Finland & Portugal). This is how we got to Italy, a country of Garibaldi, Gomorra & Gelato, where banana trees are prone to grow more densely.

We caught the 7:30 ferry to Ancona, which anticipating the atmosphere on the other side of the Adriatic, parted almost two hours delayed. The ten hour Blue Lines cruise cost some 45€, but parting from Split with internet bookings you can commute with a more economical 28€. We got ourselves all comfy on the iron beach of the upper middle deck, semi tucked in our hobo-bags & got some well-earned hazy sleep, the sun smoothly shining against our foreheads in the midst of several bigoted, disapproving looks. Woke up just in time for the orange-explosion sunset; one beautiful motherfucker.







Just like shooting the sun

We were supposed to take the 2:03am train (30€) to Milan, so we had like three hours to kill in Ancona, a small immigrant-nest who scrapes along thanks to its big, well-connected harbor. Not much to really see in there, have a pizza or something..Smoked the remains of our 5g's, celebrating seven trouble-free border crossings. Got onto the delayed, rusty, looked-better-in-Kosovo Trenitalia half past two. Despite our most ambitious efforts, sleeping was somewhat impossible, due to a pair of smelly Italiana feet a few inches from your face. The bumpy ride got us into waking..no, still sleeping Milan at 7am. Accompanied Robert to the airport bus; all buses to the three different airports, Malpensa, Linate & the charter-only Bergamo, part from the same platform just next to Milano Centrale railway station.



The (in)famous Easy Jet of cigarettes. 70 cents a pack, Drina is one of the hidden pearls of Montenegro's agriculture. Go local, always.



Milano Centrale, the most dangerous spot in Milan

My flight would leave pastaland only the next day, in the afternoon, so I started discovering Milan by trying to find a wifi, to book a place to stay & sleep the day. There was just too many banana trees growing in there, I had to work my way through the streets with an Inca-era jumbo machete. Nobody knew where to find internet. Some didn't even know internet at all. Asked in three nearby cafes, none had wifi. Went to McDonalds, nothing..just more bananas. Walked in a dozen of hotels: “internet only for the guests, police don't like”. Now let's just pause for a second. This is bloody western Europe we're in! It wasn't even this hard in Albania! So I scanned for some international brands & spotted a big Hilton sign a few blocks away. You had to pay for the wifi, of course, this is upmarket Milan, but they at least allowed me to use it. The jewdar was once again scanning attentively hostelbookers, & found in between the 24€ & the 31€, an acceptable 12€ bunk in Hostel3, just a ten-minute bus ride from the railway station. Got in there: nice, clean rooms with welcoming staff. By then it was almost one o'clock sunday afternoon. Dead-tired after sleeping in boats & trains, dived in the Ariel-smelling sheets & slept until 6pm. Got a quick bite, strolled around the neighborhood & planned my next morning & afternoon in Milan before my 5pm flight.


More bananas..the huge, for-all-eyes-open Milano Centrale clock is 20 min ahead of Milan time..then again time is a wavering concept amongst Fabios

We were already warned: Milan is one costly son of a bitch. The capital of the northern Lombardy region is Italy's second largest city with 1.3 million in proper Milan, exceeding well over 7 mil on the whole metropolitan area. A city founded by Celtic people, later on ran by the Roman Empire, the Spanish & Napoleon, has now become the cream of the wealthy north, functioning as the business centre of boot-country. Milan, a city where metro station's have fashion houses names, remains the high baller in fashion markets, hosting twice a year fairs for the designers, fashion-aficionados, supermodels & international paparazzi. All in all, Milan is a Global Alpha City with a major global influence in commerce, industry, sport, literature, art & media. All this contributes to the 12th ranking spot in Worlds Most Expensive Cities. Therefore, not exactly a backpackers oasis.

You sometimes won't even recognize from the cosmopolitan atmosphere of Milano that you're in Italy. If Rome represent's “the old” Italy, then Milan is“the new” one. It's by far the most modern of Italian cities & maybe that's why Milan isn't the kind of city you visit by just dashing around from street to street scanning for the must-see sights. Being August, the official “vacanza”-month, some of the shops were closed for summer holiday, as well as the streets were half empty; the city seemed soulless. On the other hand, the normally polluted & bustling city full of in-a-hurry locals showed a new, more peaceful facet. On top of that, it's lazy Monday morning for Milanese: half of the shops open their doors only in the afternoon. So this is what I did with 7 hours in Milan.




Great musician, prefer the street though

Woke up well-rested half eight, packed up & left the backpack at the hostel to have some mobility. Commuting in Milan takes a while. The hostel was up in the northwest side of the city, so walked 10 min to the nearest metro station, yellow-line terminus Maciachini (there are three metro lines covering the center: red, green & yellow) & headed to Milan's most famous photograph-spot, the gothic Duomo cathedral in Piazza dello Duomo. Other than the metro ticket of one €, didn't waste money on transports: Milanese buses with their open middle & back doors are a vagabundo's dream. Back to the Duomo. The eternity-project of Milan was ongoing for half a century (started 1386), before it got complete. Mediterranean work ethics..in its white marble with hundreds of relics & thousands of statues it really stands off the average rugged building-site. It's worthwhile going all the way inside; you just need to make your way through the pigeon hordes stirring confusion on the Piazza.






The finance market of the Catholic church


Italian policemen..always evoke safety amongst us

After the Duomo went just next by to check out one of the fanciest & oldest shopping malls, Galleria Vittorio Emanuele.


The mother of all shopping malls, 19th century Galleria Vittorio Emanuele with all its upscale fashion boutiques worthy of the place. Mosaic-floored & glass-roofed the one-of-the-oldest-malls-in-the-world is the salad bowl of history, architecture & consumerism. There's...


...the glamorous Prada...


...the pirate-fav Louis Vuitton


...& the fast food emperor McDonalds. Which one doesn't fit? The most high-end Donalds (& high rent I suppose) ever. Just shop your ass out in Prada & then go for a cheeseburger next door. Classy..

Started wandering around the half empty city center. Made my way south down Via Torino, a street packed with youth fashion like Franklin & Marshall, Levi's & Nike SB. Also has the biggest culture-vulture FNAC store in town, offering a vast selection in electronic gear, music & books. Took a wrong turn left & was almost ambushed by a legion of Chinese knee-high tourists. Watch out, they're everywhere. In the hot Monday morning, I made my way through the dirty streets, elegant cafeterias & ample piazzas garnished with water-fountains & half-naked statues.








Classic Italian transport: the Vespa


With this they transport the bananas

Walked all the way to Piazza Castello, just next to Castello Sforzesco, one of the grandest sights Milan has to offer. Once home to the noble Sforza-Visconti ruling families, the Sforzesco Castle nowadays houses incredibly 12 mini-museums from paintings to furniture. Walk through the 200m long castle, & you'll find yourself in the biggest green zone of Milan, quiet Parco Sempione. Kids playing football, old-fart couples sitting on benches on the shadow's of thick pine trees; there was even a Korean wedding going on. Walked through a mini Arc de Triomphe, Arco della Pace, while exting the park from the north side. Turned my heading towards east, to the tourist-free, trendy Brera district. Brera is the exception in Milan; the neighborhood was made for a wandering, curious individual. The Brera district is just up north the Duomo area, packing all the tourists in there. So in Brera you can stroll around peacefully just admiring architecturally speaking some of the most worthy buildings in Milan. Most of the residential buildings have their ground floors occupied by boutiques & restaurants. For a while it feels you've entered a whole new city. An Italian city. And as cherry on the cake, the district is home to arguably Milan's best art museum, Pinacoteca Brera. I was supposed to find a some English book for the ride home, so next I headed to the highly recommended Feltrinelli International just in the middle of Brera & Duomo, Piazza Cavour 1. A great bulk of the books are in English, varying from classic Penguin-fiction to worldwide travel books. There's also a big selection of international mags & some useful stationary stuff. Bought Malcolm Gladwell's third gem, Outliers, & took off heading south again to the Duomo area.


Culture temple Pinacoteca Brera




Some Napoli fans must have walked by the italo-gay football ad, adding a Napoli touch to the billboard. Lota is Napoli slang, means shit. Poor Marchetti, he has doppio lota all over him. I'm starting to like Naples, we both think likewise of Italian primadonnas

By now it was 1:30pm so all the shops that were open in August, would be open. I basically waited my whole day for this. It would be hypocrite of me to say I've been to Italy, if I didn't stuff some of their world famous gelato in to my tuna-and-peanuts system. So I headed to via Santa Margherita, to Grom. The gelato-joint is famous for making its ice-cream only with quality ingredients, & they god-like follow their concept. Just for you guys to get the picture, the two Italian founders Federico Grom & Guido Martinetti get even their water from a specific point in Lurisia mountain for the sorbets & high-quality whole milk for the creams. Picked up from their own Lura Lura farm without colorings & artificial additives, the fruits are always seasonal; the flavor-menu changes every month. The success story started in Torino 2003, with stores now all over Italy & even in New York. Three balls, three euros. Same price as in all the mediocre gelaterias in Milan, good value. I went for my trademark Pistacchio, this time with fancy Syrian pistachios. To accompany the forthcoming oral orgasm, I went for the Cioccolato Extranoir with Colombian “Teyuna” chocolate and chocolate chips & the Grom traditional Crema come una volta with egg cream prepared “as it was, once upon a time”. Just simply the best I've ever tasted; best in Milan too. I can only think of one big-market name that reaches somewhere near this: Häagen-Dazs. Even that's still quite far from this yummy-yummy ice-cream. The thing that tops these guys over all the other contenders is the quality of ingredients & the rich, smooth texture of the gelato. Loved all three flavors, but I gotta say the extranoir made me jizz. I could still hours later taste it in my mouth, so good. I mean the chocolate, not the jizz. You can't miss the place, it's always crowded all the way to the street. My only reason to visit Milan again.


Easy access -> tram stop just in front




Beautiful

Time to hit the hostel, just through the supermarket for some, uh, you know the usual..hit some high fives with the lively receptionist & headed to Centrale for the bus. These airport connections part every 20 min, costing 7,5€ a person. It's a 45min trip to Malpensa Terminal 2, which is completely hallowed for Easy Jet flights. I arrived at the terminal & instantly saw this big slogan of Easy Jet's: “If you're late, we wont wait” Nice fellows. Checked in (backpack cost me 10€ extra, 20 if I hadn't booked it along with the flight). So that was one day in Milan, the last point in our eastern pilgrimage.


No reserved seats, so the boarding resembles a department store discount-day: total chaos for the window seats


The Italian Alps, a good ender

One month, 11 countries, 3000 kilometers. Several trains, loads of buses, some taxis & a boat or two. Great people, good times. Rantarosvo thanks its readers & shuts up, at least for a while. Keep travelling, & contrary to the Pet Shop's: GO EAST. So it goes.