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Tuesday 13 August 2013

Jameos Del Agua Caves In Lanzarote


Caves are boring places unless you like romancing the stones. It’s so dark and gloomy deeper inside the cave that one is afraid of tripping on rocks. Many years ago, I had visited ‘Howes caves’ in Albany, deep down some 156 feet under ground. I remember going down in the elevator. Except for that adventurous boat ride and some carving inside, it was just a dark enclosure.
Therefore when I stood outside ‘Jameos Del Agua’ in Lanzarote, I didn’t know what to expect. I was expecting one more cave with a boat ride. People warned me to be careful while walking down the steep steps. I was in two minds, should I go or should I not? There were wooden rails for support, the minute I stepped down few steps I was transported in a different world. A soft Lute (Pipa) music echoed inside the caves.

The influence of the local artist Cesar Manrique is inescapable on Lanzarote. A Jameos is a collapsed lava tunnel and the Jameos del Agua forms part of the largest such tube in the world. Locals used it as a rubbish tip before Manrique transformed it into a stunning concert venue and nightclub.
I walked down the steep steps, resting at regular intervals at the stone benches and chairs before continuing my walk. Part of the cave is below sea level and therefore it is filled with seawater that percolates through the permeable rock. The pool is inhabited with species of blind albino crab that is unique to Lanzarote.

There was an impressive auditorium inside the cave with proper seating arrangement. If you climb down then you must climb up and that was the difficult part. I needed help to climb up the huge rocks to reach to the other side of the caves. 

I was rewarded with most beautiful view of pristine and bright swimming pool. Few more stone steps up and I need coffee to wet my dry throat and refresh a bit.
Exploring Lanzarote: part 4
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Tuesday 15 September 2009

Al Pitcher came to my town to disappoint me…..

Everybody told me it is hilarious and that I would laugh, Ha, Ha, and maybe roll on the floor, really? So, naturally I was curious. Now, when I go for a play, I don’t compromise on comfort, I need best seats and less distractions and I am willing to spend the money, so here I was paying Rs500 per ticket, to enjoy the show of Al Pitcher. And I was disappointed. What I did not anticipate was that this is a stand-up comedy and it is made on the spot so I risk it because every show is different and most of the jokes can be repeats that I must have heard them several times during the SMS rounds. This guy goes around the city, during the day and clicks the shots of whatever he fancies and during the show he has his wisecracks. His mind is seeing the distorted images and he has an opinion on everything which is also lopsided but maybe not be funny. He showed few shots of watchmen of different buildings and he had an opinion, saw a car covered with a sheet parked in front of gate that showed ‘no parking’ sign, he had a comment to make, saw people at a beach, some ads, some graffiti, made a comments and the comments were not even funny and it were similar to ones I hear the young kids in my building making all the time….. Then he had some stupid jokes to make on anatomy of male parts. He answered some questions that were asked by audience, but they were not funny too. People in audience came for the show with the expectation of being entertained and they did laugh and I tried so hard to laugh too.(tickle, tickle) Wasn’t he supposed to be freewheeling genius and had Midas-like ability to make the most jaundiced audiences see their world anew as it was expressed in Sydney Morning Herald? Am I losing my sense of humor? Paying Rs500 per head for the party of five people to watch this stupid show almost made me cry! sniff! sniff!! img source: googled

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