GANDIA AREA SOCIAL CLUB (INTERNATIONAL)

Was it a gaggle of GASC and U3As or a firkin of foreigners than went day tripping to Cofrentes and El Júcar? We'll decide that later but in essence it was a happy crowd that milled, greeted, and eventually got on the bus expecting to be shown a good time. (It was a full bus I might add). And lo, we were.

First off was the very happy news that we were getting a rebate because of the (less happy) news that we weren't seeing the Cave Dwellings of Alcala del Júcar due to an unavoidable financial restructuring caused by petrol prices. However, we enthusiastically chose someone to be the scapegoat and decided to deal with them appropriately at a later time (and with our memories that person will be safe for their lifetime). After about an hour or so we picked up our tour guide and headed off on an adventure.

We debarked (Rodge may have been the only one who was actually barking) at Ayora and set off on our first walk to see the older part of town. Different groups went off in different directions after the first few minutes (and those of you who headed off for the first available bar will not be passing the exam to be given later will you!). One of the first things I noticed was the very endearing sight of some couples instinctively reaching out to their partners and holding hands. It really was very nice to see and added just a little more brightness to my day (ok, end of sappiness). Although it was very quiet for a village it was mid day in the middle of the week and it wasn't exactly what you'd call a bustling metropolis to start with. It was, however, a very pretty town with lots of quiet lanes lined with potted (and again, Rodge may have been the only one who was potted) plants and tranquility.

Ayora is an area known for its production of honey and applications of said elixir. All of us had the opportunity of sampling a local honey liquor at a shop specializing in nearly all things related to honey. After the general saunter, sampling, and sipping we charged back to the bus, some a little quicker than others - just to patronize their token American with taunts for tardiness. We aimed for our next destination just outside of town for an early lunch.

We definitely weren't stinted in either quality or quantity of the food at our restaurant and after a variety of yummy appetizers were able to enjoy, probably most of us for the first time, the local entrée of Gaspacho Manchego which was a pie shaped slice of flat bread used as the base for a thick and hearty sopa with pasta. The meat (rabbit) for the dish was served on the side so we could all pick and chose as we liked. I have to admit the postre passed in my mind as something pleasant and sweet but not boat rocking.

Next stop was the village of Jarahuel with an intensive course in pitchfork making (and I can't tell you how many times that need has cropped up in my life!). It was fascinating watching the maestro entice and manipulate poles of wood far beyond their capacity to bend, I would have thought, to create walking sticks and the above mentioned pitchforks. It takes 6 months to make a curved handled walking cane and they only charge 8 € for each polished and lacquered example. I was a little 'stumped' at this point and didn't think to ask how many of these they pounded out every day. If its 20 a day per person then I would feel a little better about their profit margin. We then had the opportunity to examine and purchase all the variety of their wares. There were bowls and trays, kitchen implements and gadgets, canes and royalty canes, and all sorts of things. Some of their handicrafts were gorgeous works of art and only about half of us were able to successfully battle temptation. Andy absolutely and categorically did not buy a walking stick with his name on it Margaret.

After a quick stop for 'coffee' it was back on the bus and off to the man-made lake of Congostos de Júcar in Cofrentes and our boat trip. On the way there we were able to see the nuclear power plant of Cofrentes looming ever larger in the windows as we approached and all the Homer Simpson jokes were pulled out and giggled over. We spent nearly 2 hours on this river gliding on the glass-like water in a most pampered and relaxing manner, being plied with wine and information by our guide. One lucky person (Joanne) was even allowed to steer the boat (bankwards she went!) This is where my camera had the most fun that day and I happily started snapping like a lawn bird from left to right, don't you just love digital?

Before the lake at Júcar was flooded for conservation in 1983, there were only a few households in a small village in the valley and a cement factory higher up the hillside that had to be relocated. There were supposed to be offspring of the liberated goats and sheep to see romping in the hills, but I think they must have been stealth goats and sheep or else I've really got to get some of Maurice's wonder 'gaffas'.

After this tranquility I have to admit I was 'draggin my wagon' a little when we got back on the bus for home. However, that only lasted about 10 minutes before I was laughing and blabbing with the best of 'em. In fact we were having so much fun that the weather sort of crept up on us and until we started to notice lightening, thunder, and finally torrential rain. It felt like we were re-enacting our own segment of '2 Years Before The Mast' and I expected the bus to start pitching and rolling with the waves at any moment. Thankfully that was just my overactive imagination, as usual, but I think we were all glad to de-bus at the end of the day into a relatively dry atmosphere.

In conclusion I would like to add…… for 9 or 10 hours a lot of people had a lot of fun, saw some terrific sights, ate and drank well, and returned richer (in more ways than one) than when we started. Now how many times can you say that? The excursions that the Club organizes and puts on are worth every penny and then some. Changes of schedules are always going to happen and I think that those who endeavor on our behalf don't get thanked near enough for what they do. Ergo, thanks for a really memorable and enjoyable day. My sides are still sore from laughing (and we all know that's the best medicine!).

Ta Dave.

Report by Sheri L

Towards the end of last year one of our club members foolishly suggested to the GASC committee that we have a members' talent night. And we agreed to this proposal - now that was the easy part!

The programme for 2008 was discussed and May 15th became the date for our first ever Members' Talent Night (ie. DIY entertainment). An email was sent to all members asking for volunteers, messages were posted on our web page inviting people to come forward. But folk are so shy.

John worked hard to try and persuade members to enter. Eventually a programme was arranged with a few brave people. I know that one group of participants started rehearsing their piece on a weekly bases 4 or 5 weeks beforehand. Another group pulled up an old number that they had performed years back.

It was going to be an evening of undiluted talent. It began with our very own man in black: John Jelly Roll Norton. A guitar impresario second only to José Falinciáno (the famous Spanish drummer!). He entertained us with a medley of Country and Western songs, accompanying himself on guitar. Next: we all know of the talented Two Ronnies, well here at GASC we have our very own version - Jean and her Two Ronnies. She sang a war time love song whilst they performed by her side - and yes, it was a performance. Then a pair of tango dancers were scheduled but had a glitch, which was a shame as they had a dance routine to stun us all. Watching them dance together makes you think immediately of Fred & Ginger.

Before the break we had Trevor. What can we say about Trevor? He plays a good game of petanca and goes walking. He gave us a rendition about 1066 'up north' ably heckled for the bits he got muddled. I gather that the following day he could not put a ball near the jack so fame must indeed have gone to his head!

The final act was especially flown in all the way from The States - not sure which states but I am sure that they were in one. At no expense we had The Two and a Half Degrees. A very apt name for this trio who mimed their way through two well known songs from yesteryear. Complete with wigs, make up and female finery they had us laughing in the aisles and shouting for an encore. It was a brilliant performance.

Then the evening ended with the committee and all the acts singing a couple of songs together. There is talent out there.........

Report by rn

This year's annual car rally was a resounding success, superbly planned and directed by Edward and Beth, who won that dubious honour as a result of winning this same event last year.

Thirteen cars revved up at the start/finish line outside Viva Espana to compete in the Costa Blanca's answer to 'The Gumball Rally' and 'It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World'. There was no buried treasure under the 'Big W' but a great lunch at the end with a quiz and prizes behind the 'big paella', attended by 53 members.

Edward's 76km, 3 hour jaunt snaked through Oliva, Aigua Blanca Beach, Oliva Nova, Ondara, La Xara, Pedreguer, Benidoleig, Orba, Tormos, Sagra, Rafol de Almunia, Benimeli, Sanet y Negrals, Beniarbeig. It came back along the N332 past a number of scantily clad young lady spectators lining the route (this was because the weather was warm) - it's nice to know we have some fans.

We had 'Fashionistas' parading at The Start - represented by 'El Presidente' David, in his voluminous 'rat catcher's' flat cap, reminiscent of the Hovis Ads and Mr Toad (Poop! Poop!); Whilst Margaret wore her 'chequered flag' Designer Top which undoubtedly saved her from injury when she ran out in front of a car in Pedreguer High Street in her excitement at finding the 'quality bags' answer.

The Day was full of drama! Andy's car went off without him at the start. Pam had to return for her glasses ("mileage counts" Edward said). One team gave away a vital clue to another at Kelly's Shop (all to do with the price of sunglasses). Roger S and Alan J persistently overtook and harassed each other all the way to Oliva Nova Beach. Margaret's team were very nearly arrested by the Policia Local in Beniarbeig for standing on a pedestrian crossing whilst taking an action picture (they were waiting for the camera to flash!).

On the way back quite a few competitors tried to count the number of 'Spanish Ladies' sunning themselves along the N332 in order to try and persuade Edward to include it as an extra question. For the record there were thirteen, according to Alan J who has an eye for figures.

In a closely fought battle leading to a recount, the triumphant winning team were led by Graham and Rita - they must be gluttons for punishment as this team also won in 2006! Team madG were only two points behind after Edward and Beth's strict recount, with lots of muttering of breath due to bad handwriting. The 'Last Place' booby prize (marshmallows to suck) went to 'Team Perdidas'. Boxes of chocies for the lunchtime quiz (especially designed to fill time whilst papers were marked) went to the table 'Lucky Six'.

Report by Big R

Oh what a night. Our flamenco dance group gave us a wonderfully lively and colourful dance on Thursday evening 10th April. They presented the diners with a display of Spanish dancing, including their own version of the famous 'Sevillanos' and the exciting 'Tangos'. Both were choreographed by Jaqueline, (who is herself a professional flamenco dancer).

It was a little more than a year ago that this GASC group started, after various suggestions made to Jaqueline. Eventually she agreed to take on the task of tutoring whoever was interested in learning this marvellous part of Spanish culture. Already they have learnt the 'Rhumba', several 'Sevillanos' and the 'Tangos'. No-one claims it is easy! this expressive style of dancing does not come readily to our British psyche. Nor for that matter to our hips - repeatedly she says 'wiggle those hips, move them, move them'. Everyone works hard, and they enjoy the exercise and the challenge!!

Thursday was their second show, the first was in June last year with a display of the 'Rhumba'. This year's show was more polished but just as enjoyable. All the dancers wore traditional skirts (made in Valencia), flowers in their hair with earings to match. A lot of effort goes into their appearence, both in the way of deportment, footwear and clothing.

This show was not just for the dancers, but had audience participation as well, during the last 'Sevillanos' the crowd clapped to the rythmn, shouting 'olè' 'guapas' and asking for more. The whole evening was a Spanish Theme Night, with various club members dressed in Spanish costume, or wearing the colours of the Spanish flag. After food (a traditional Spanish menu from 'Mama') there was Spanish guitar music from 'Don Dimo', who gave some excellent folk renditions. Later, after the raffles, photos shots etc everyone got up and danced to more of his music. We all carried on into the early hours of Friday.

Our flamenco dancers say it is worth it!

Report by map & gram

At our annual general meeting in January 2008 the members voted on where to send our charity money: half to Noah's Arc animal sanctuary and half to MABS. There were various options but these two were the ones chosen (last year it was MABS and the Fransciscan Monks in Gandia). Three committee members 'volunteered' to take the money down to Noah's Arc: Kay (vice president), Sally (club secretary) and Margaret (that's me).

We decided that a Tuesday was probably the best day to go, and in the morning was better. The first possible Tuesday was rainy, the next was too cloudy, the next someone was busy and so it went on until finally just two of us went on Tuesday 11th March.

The journey took us over an hour, and it was a bit tortuous after leaving the A7 along the windy road to Callosa, to Guadalest. In compensation, the mountain views were excellent, especially as we reached Guadalest which is perched high up on top of crags. We passed through the village (with it's tourist coaches) to a little side road labelled 'El Arco'. This was it, balanced on the hillside on old terracing. I then realised that only the previous Saturday we had been up on top of the mountain looking down onto this place (we had walked up from Facheca/Fomarca to the top of the scree slopes, where there is one of the highest naveras or ice cave, in the region).

Inside the entrance we were greeted by a young lady offering us a snake to handle. Kay was not very happy at that thought. I loved it, the snake was so smooth and warm, but it was strong and wriggled a bit….

We moved on to wander down the paths, looking through well secured cages at a whole array of different animals. Most had been rescued from their previous owners (circus', private houses, customs, etc).

We saw a huge water rat, white tigers, monkeys from Gibralter, tufted eared lynx (I think), a whole basket full of Bengal kittens, coloured pidgeons, lions that roared and even fluffy rabbits. There seemed to be a large number of different examples from the cat family, maybe these were brought back to Spain by tourists visiting far away countries and wanting one of those exotic looking cats to take home and keep as a posh pet!

The owner is called Serafin, who we didn't actually see as he had gone to Villena to rescue a kangaroo. But his wife and the onsite vet were there, to whom Kay presented the GASC donation. I know it wasn't a lot, but every bit helps. Infact, I must admit that I wasn't totally in favour of an animal charity when there are so many humans needing help as well. I enjoyed my visit.

Serafin started this sanctuary in 1997 when he bought 10 hectares of land near Guadalest and moved his menagerie there. It took him 18 months to build the enclosures and set it up as a visitor centre. In May 2002 Queen Sofia visited and gave her royal seal of approval. It is now an official centre for education and conservation of flora and fauna. His animals come from various sources, via the Guardia Civil or directly from owners, and some he has to buy (for instance, 2000 euros for a five month old circus tiger cub). For some it is their retirement home whilst for other animals it is their route back to the wild.

Report by Margaret

0600 hrs on Sunday morning found 10 members of the Gandia Area Social Club (GASC) awaiting their coach to take them on a 5 day Christmas Break to Toledo and Cuenca. The early morning start should have identified the fact that it was going to be a long day on the coach! There were 5 couples, who will be known as; 'The Organiser', 'Quiz Master', 'Flamenco Dancer' and 'Big Un', 'Miss Sophistication' and 'Mr Cool', 'I don't do mornings' and 'Cuddly Teddy Bear', the newcomers being 'English Lady' and 'That's a Peach'. They are funny names but it will keep you guessing about the personalities involved!

At 0610 hrs exactly the coach set off for a drive where we bounced off most satellite towns down the coast picking up passengers until we passed through Torrevieja and south to San Javier. Then we drove north for Toledo. We had a good driver; Vicente and tour guide, Rolf, to keep us amused until we arrived in Toledo at 1610 hrs. Rolf? I hear someone say, now that name rings a bell. Some of you will have quickly noticed our time of arrival and calculated that we were on the coach for 10 hours, and indeed we were. On reaching Toledo our first visit was to a local sword maker's factory, complete with swords and armour, next stop the hotel. Here we made ourselves comfortable and then set out to see the local sites.

Dinner time and the hotel dining room had a pleasant atmosphere and everyone was delighted to be together at the start of our holiday. The first course, macaroni was well received, followed by chicken and chips. 'Big Un' made a statement about not liking chicken and the hotel staff just smiled, then to our surprise, a steak appeared. For lovers of chips it was a sad moment as they were uncooked and cold. Oh well, this did not rob us of our pleasure in being away, as the city was a reward in itself!

Day Two saw everybody breakfasted and waiting to go on a guided tour of Toledo with our very special local guide, Maria. She was excellent and gave a very interesting tour of the city. She was so proud of her city being classified as a World Heritage Site. It was one of the few places Muslim, Jews and Christians had lived and worked together. Sadly though, the situation changed to a period of persecution, as witnessed by the prisoner's chains hanging from the walls of the cathedral. It is an amazing city and an experience not to be missed. The sights and history of this city were totally fascinating.

The next stop on our venture was Cuenca, so once again we boarded the coach to travel a further 2 hours to our next hotel - 'Cueva de Fraile' located 7kms away in lovely countryside. After unpacking we all went down to a cocktail welcome drink. It was a good icebreaker prior to sitting down for dinner. We discovered that 'Quiz Master' had rather a sweet tooth as he managed to consume three puddings, (our secret!). The next day we were up and about for a 0830 breakfast, 'Torrevieja Man' complained that there was no eggs etc., scrambled egg and bacon somehow miraculously appeared. Then we were off to Cuenca in the coach to meet our second local guide, Thomas. He was wonderful, full of knowledge and little stories. He had lived in Cuenca as man and boy for 50 years. His profession was a journalist but he enjoyed showing people around 'his' city. The city was wonderful, especially the old town with Arabian style labyrinth streets and those fantastic 'Hanging Houses' (casas colgadas). Again it is a must-see, to be able to understand the culture and how it evolved. We followed this by a Cathedral visit, what a lovely atmosphere listening to the carol singing and the chanting of the priest; a perfect place to be on a Christmas morning.

Then we had some free time; a few of us enjoyed tapas in one of the local bars, to gain the atmosphere and take in the local drink 'Rizoli'. On our return to the coach four of our party, obviously feeling very energetic on a sunny and crisp day, decided to walk the 7kms back to the hotel. The rest of us took the easy option back!

Christmas afternoon saw the group participating in a general knowledge quiz. The first question was quickly answered by 'Flamenco Dancer', who won a bar of dark chocolate (not more calories!). It was time now for relaxation and then preparation for the evening's 'Gala Dinner'.

The party assembled for the start of the festivities to enjoy wine and a generous variety of tapas. Dinner followed with a starter of ensalada marisco, turkey and brussels sprouts (a pity they didn't know how to cook them) and pudding and crackers courtesy of 'I don't do mornings'. The hotel had kindly provided us with a disco, organised by a young Spanish couple. 'Flamenco Dancer' and 'Big Un' got up to lead the way as nobody wanted to be first on the floor. 'Miss Sophisticated' and 'Mr Cool' quickly joined them and 'Mr Cool' proved to be a very enthusiastic, entertaining and inventive dancer. Anyway, the night went well and the wine flowed, certainly helping to move the party on!

Day Four had everybody was eager to visit the "Enchanted City" further up in the mountain - a geological park of weathered and worn rocks. Shapes created some million years ago when the water washed these limestone rocks and caused them to erode into 'El Perro', 'La Foca', 'Hipopotamo', 'El Elefante' etc. Very impressive, Again it was a beautiful day and the walk around the 'city' proved to be another highlight. The air was pure and clean, which was such a delight. Back to Cuenca for lunch and more exploring.

Later on at the hotel there was another quiz, this time about music. Well done to the GASC members for winning First and Third prizes! Dinner was yet another interesting meal! The evening went well and the 'Quiz Master' held a fun quiz of 60 questions in which nobody got more than 36. Never mind the score, it was good fun.

Day Five (going home day) arrived with good news for the Oliva people. The return trip was to be made the other way around - via Valencia, so we were all home for lunch. The others would be much later….

Summary: Overall the tour was interesting, educational and great fun. The hotels were acceptable. The local tour guides excellent. Food just edible but could (should) be improved. All hotel staff need to attend Customer Service Satisfaction courses. The coach trip was long but not overly tiring.

Recommendation: If you have not been to Toledo and Cuenca then it is a MUST VISIT.

Final comments: A lot of work went into organising the trip and our thanks to 'The Organiser'. Several of the coach party were veteran trippers and commented that the food and service on this trip was deemed to be below the typical high standard of Gandia Tours. Would we go on another holiday with the club? Yes most definitely!!

Report by 'Big Un'

Following a gap of several years our petanca group decided to revive their annual Ladies v Gents Petanca match. We played this in Bellreguard on our normal pitch. 28 participants turned up and played some very exciting matches, everyone appeared to enjoy the day and we hope to repeat the competition next year.

It was very well organised, from the moment we arrived it went smoothly, and all credit to Graham and Rita plus the three ladies who did the drawing and then the scoring (Anita, Carolyn and Stella) and Alan C.

After arriving at 11.30 the teams were drawn and the game began at precisely 12 noon. Anna and I were a team, and we were off to a flying start, beating our opponents 15/3 in record time. Even I was amazed at our speed and my ability. The second game was a little tougher, but we won. And so it continued until our fourth game, which unluckily ended 6/5 to the men just as the final minute registered on the clock. What rotten luck!

We finished the whole tournament at 2pm, in time for a super lunch in El Rodett, Bellreguard, with a special cabaret appearance of Jean & Ron P, and Ron T. Unfortunately, we had to wait until after lunch to be told that the men had won once again! Victory for the Gents by 271 points to 243. Trevor stated that normal hospitality to the ladies will resume at the next game. Despite the fact that the men won the tournament Anna and I were the overall winners with the highest score of 50points.

Trophies for the highest scoring Gents team were awarded to Dave P and Trevor, they were also each given a ticket for a free meal next time they attend the club dinner. The highest scoring ladies team of Anna and Rose received a bottle of brandy each. Members of the winning Gents team were given a bottle of wine each, and the wooden spoon was handed to Brenda and Jean!

Report by G & R and R

The beginning: It all started some months back when someone suggested that it might be a nice idea for our walking groups to go off for a few days again, because we had all enjoyed it so much last year. Andy & Margaret supported this idea and in the usual fashion of the club, those people in favour are tasked with the project.

Some time later Andy & Margaret reported back that they had researched the matter and had found a suitable area around the village of Béjis, in S Castellon. They said that there were some wonderful flat walks suitable for all those interested in going, and more importantly a nice comfortable, moderately priced hostal to stay in.

So 18 intrepid souls accepted the invitation to embark on this adventure.

Arrival and a short flat walk in the woods: We all arrived at the hostal around the appointed time of midday, and gathered in the sunshine eagerly anticipating our first walk.

At the sharp peep of Andy's new whistle, we all set off on what appeared to be not far short of an assault on the North Face of the Eiger. Nevertheless, we were assured by Andy that this was in fact flat!! (he had been taking lessons from Kevin). We were very relieved when we arrived at the top.

Here we regrouped, took on refreshments, and posed for photos. It was during this break that Richard unthinkingly took off his glasses and placed them on a rock adjacent to your correspondent's feet. Inevitably they came into contact, and Specsavers claim about indestructibility was thoroughly tested. Richard's specs were mangled! Resourceful as ever, Andy came to the rescue with his version of the Swiss Army knife (available from all good Chinese Emporiums for 3 Euros) which returned them to something resembling their original shape, in fact Sally said that she thought they were an improvement.

The rest of the walk passed off uneventfully and we returned happy, but exhausted, to our hostal. We had completed 10.2Km and no injuries were reported. Both Richard's and Rhona's dodgy knees had survived, and Roger reported no problems with his troublesome gout.

Rhona was so pleased that she celebrated with a few wee glasses of Cava. After some collective discussions agreed that dinner should be at 8:30pm. Margaret also announced that she would be taking orders for bocadillos for the next day's walk. this was not a wise thing to do, but she is not easily put off by such challenging circumstances. After several attempts and help from Julie, the task was completed. Of course no-one would know until the next day.

We had preliminary drinks and quizzes, then we gathered at table and Margaret showed commendable, but perhaps foolhardy courage, by attempting to co-ordinate our choices of courses (despite the bocadillo experience) and communicate them, in Spanish, to the confused waitress. Several order pads later we each appeared to get what we had ordered (or what we thought we had!) and all enjoyed a wonderful tasty dinner.

Day 2 - The long flat walk: Despite the exertions of the previous day and the evening's wassailing, everyone was up bright and early.

The bocadillo order appeared to have been fulfilled (they were excellent bocadillos), so bolstered with wonderful weather, we set off on the Long March. It very soon became apparent that the promise of a flat walk was perhaps a little optimistic, we ascended what can only be described as steep inclines (hear this Kevin). Nevertheless, we pressed on cheerfully and looked forward to the promised luncheon stop just around the next bend.

At the alleged halfway-stage Richard decided that he should perhaps turn around and go back by the short route. Armed with map and reassured that it was straightforward he departed with a promise that we would meet back at the cars. Meanwhile, we continued towards lunch (just around the bend). To our great relief lunch was eventually taken in the comfort of a small shady area furnished with comfortable rocks. It was here that Andy lost his pedometer in suspicious circumstances, clearly to avoid the incriminating evidence of the length of the trek. However, the keen eyed group spotted it and the evidence of our ordeal was saved for the record.

We completed the walk and all agreed it had been a very enjoyable if long (17.5Km) walk. Incidentally we met up with Richard back at the cars, who confessed that his map reading skills were not as good as he thought and he had got lost and probably had covered as many kilometers as the group before finding his way back.

Day 3 - Brian's Birthday: Yes, the last day dawned bright, even Nick said he had slept better, but confessed that he had put toilet paper in his ears against his room mate's snoring. We parted company with Gordon & Evie who were flying off to foreign parts, and Brian & Val who decided to do some exploring in their own by car - well it was Brian's birthday!!

We set out on a final flat short stroll, 'a mystery tour' said our guides, as they had not fully explored it themselves, but they said it was pretty. So it was we who explored the wonderful countryside, green riverbanks, and the magic deserted El Molinar. And indeed it was indeed pretty and the autumn colours were terrific.

So ended a very successful and enjoyable weekend, we all extend a great vote of thanks to Andy & Margaret for all their hard work in practicing the walks beforehand and organising the trip, we look forward to more in the future.

Report by 'him who snores' (reputedly)

As usual it was an early start from Viva España for our journey, and it started with a panic. One couple's alarm clock hadn't gone off, and they arrived without a vital piece of luggage which they had to rush back home to get. Thus at 06.10 we set off, picking up our guide Rita (who was also the guide last year on our trip to Seville). She introduced us to our driver Ambrosia - who looked more like Jesus than a rice pudding!

We collected various other passengers on the way. It was a long and tiring drive, but Rita was very good at keeping us informed in three languages of the various places and areas we saw en route. Our first hotel was in Mérida (still in Spain). One or two brave souls walked around this historic town after dinner as we were up and off to Portugal the next morning.

Day two, and we continued across the vast countryside that is Spain, and crossed the border into Portugal. We were surprised that by just crossing an imaginary line and putting our watches back an hour how different everything became. The countryside was much greener with fewer houses but many 'cork' trees. Rita told us that cork trees had to be 40 years old before they could have their barks stripped and then left another 10 years before they could be used again.

We crossed the Tagus River via the vast double-layered Vasco de Gama bridge (road on top, rail underneath). We by-passed Lisboa for Cascais which is an absolutely lovely seaside area frequented by the rich. There was time to look around and have lunch before our tour of Estoril, then back to Lisboa and our hotel, home for the next three days.

On Tuesday we had a tour of Lisbon with an official guide. visiting the Jerónimos Monastery (masterpieces of Manueline architecture and classified in UNESCO's International Heritage list), the Belém Tower, the medieval quarters of Alfama, and finally downtown to the Baixa area, (the commercial centre of Lisbon). In the afternoon we explored the many Plazas, monuments and places of interest including the lift built by Eifel (with wonderful view).

On Wednesday it was time to set off on yet another full day of sightseeing. The first place we stopped at was the shrine of Fatima then the Monastery of Bataliha and onwards to the Atlantic coast at Nazaré. Once again food was the main thing on our minds and we had yet another excellent meal - though you have to be careful as you are charged for everything (pats of butter, rolls, tasty looking titbits on the table etc etc) luckily Rita had warned us. Then we set off for the medieval village of Obidos which was superb. On the way back we got caught up in a long traffic jam caused by the football fans going to watch Sporting Lisboa play Manchester United!. Back in the hotel we then discovered that no-one's key card would work (they had all been decoded!).

Thursday and it was time to leave Portugal and start our journey back. We stopped for lunch in Trujillo for a menu del dia. We returned to the coach to find that 2 other passengers were missing, eventually they turned up in a Police Car looking rather hot and bothered. Then our hotel in Madrid had a burst water main outside, which meant no running water, so no showers for us!!! (The water eventually returned at 3am the following morning.) We had an evening trip (at a small charge) around Madrid, which gave us the flavour of our Spanish capital.

Friday arrived all too soon and we were on the last day of our holiday. We stopped at Aranjuez and the beautiful summer palace of the Royal Family. When we stopped for lunch it was with four other Gandia Travel coaches, some passengers were re-arranged for the final leg of their journey. We arrived back around 7.00 pm. Now all we have to do is lose some weight and remember the good time we all had.

footnote: It is amazing how different Portugal is to Spain, even though they are both part of the Iberian Peninsula and share much of its history.

Report by T & A

This was actually a private function and not strictly a GASC activity at all, one of the reasons for it not being officially declared and advertised as such was because of the need for secrecy, the other was because it was indeed a private party. So by the very nature of that beast we could not list this event, it was to be a big surprise party for the birthday boy. What fun we had in keeping it a secret, hard work as well because just a careless slip of the tongue in Kevin's presence and the secret would be out, and months of preparation and suspense lost.

For instance, back at the end of May with our last walk of the season various people bade Kevin farewell until the autumn, knowing full well that they would see him mid August at Judith and Paul's house "what date do the walks start back?" they asked. Then just 10 days before his party some of us met for the Xeraco fireworks, at Kevin's request. At the end we had to bid him farewell, each concocting various statements,"see you in September for the walks again" I seem to remember saying. On the Saturday just a few days before his surprise do the 'tough walkers' had to bite their tongues and steer potential conversations away from such things as 'what are you doing on Wednesday?', 'oh, your birthday is this week then?'.

But on the day Robert valiantly telephoned Kevin to wish him 'happy birthday' and did ask him what his plans were for the day. To which Kevin replied that he was "dining out with friends at a Restaurant, with Anna and his granddaughter and her friend who were over from England to help him celebrate". "excellent" replied Robert, "I hope that you enjoy it".

So now came the crucial bit, of getting Kevin to the party without any suspicions on his part. Judith devised a cunning plan. Anna would bring him along to their house beforehand for pre dinner drinkies. After all, Judith and Paul wanted to wish Kevin a 'happy birthday' as well because they were good friends. So nothing suspicious there! Anna duly drove their car for the pre-assigned drinkies, making some feeble excuse to telephone ahead (so we would be prepared). Judith met them at the gate wearing her best pinny (she had to disguise her party frock) and ushered Kevin up the steps, chatting away as she went.

Now, of course, at the top of the steps we were all gathered and hushed. Everyone's cars had been discretely parked at a distance up and down the road. Our little easily recognisable green car had been safely stowed on a neighbour's drive, away from visibility. We had all arrived early, sufficiently early so as not to bump into Anna en-route, and to have got ourselves sorted with drinks in-hand and cameras at the ready.

Up he came, listening to Judith's mumblings, he reached the top and carried on walking onto the terrace, stopped, looked, walked, stopped, did a double-take and he really couldn't believe his eyes. There were hundreds of people all gathered and silently waiting with big grins on their faces. Poor Kevin!

Several hugs later I think he had probably recovered himself, and a small drink undoubtedly helped. One of his rivals in the age stakes was heard to mention "so now you are older than me again, good, I can revel in the next six months of still being a youth". Another of Kevin's mates presented him with a 'special newspaper' that he had purchased from the UK called 'The News' with an article entitled 'The Golden Age Exclusive' which went on to say "even though Kevin has reached an age that would be classed as a good cricket score he still seems as young as ever".

Then it was time for the BBQ to get going, ably managed by young Fred, and all was cooked to a perfection (sausages, chops, steak, potatoes - you name it). What a spread we had, Judith did us all proud with her culinary skills. We carried on celebrating into the warm August night, feasting and enjoying Kevin's special party. I think we were all GASC members (except for his young house guests). Any more birthdays coming up?

Report by 'The Editor'

Well it was destined to be different from the offset. To start with, when we met at Val d'Ebo Kay admitted that she had nearly followed some other walkers in the car in front which turned left at the lights in Pego. She didn't realise that they were going chicken hunting en-route!!

Our start point was 1km before the pueblo of Alcala de la Jovena. Booted up we set off and within ten minutes our leader, who rarely gets it wrong, took a left turn which YES turned out to be wrong. So he was suddenly back sweeper instead of leader (let him try it for a change I say).

He quickly recovered and then the unbelievable happened again, YES he did it again - wrong turn in the village, this confirmed our worst fears that he had finally started the male menopause. Eventually we managed to extricate ourselves from the quaint narrow streets and we were back on track, all went quite smooth for awhile until we arrived at the last roman bridge, it must have been the last one because they were running out of stone - it was only 1 foot wide across a deep wide ravine.

This turned to be traumatic. Pat had to be led across blindfold, and Andy had two nervous breakdowns, the reason for the second was he had to traverse it twice. Just as we got across a voice from above, demanded that we go no further. It was a bombero (fireman). Well actually there were quite a lot of them and as we were considerably outnumbered. So we went back and regrouped, because they said there was a fire on the mountain where we were intending to walk.

They didn't tell us that they were setting fire to the mountain!! bl…y cheek. This is were the fun really started. There were loads of fireman and engines and 4+4s and police and guardia civil, and uncle tom cobley and all, No-one was putting the fire out, they were just lighting it. We had a helicopter hovering above filming, and eventually when what seemed like half of Valencia province was on fire, they called in more helicopters and planes who proceeded to dive bomb the fires with buckets of water (the buckets were slightly larger than household ones), but not with incendiaries. It was fantastic to watch.

This was a serious training exercise, carried out with great precision. Needless to say, in a large restaurant 2 miles away out of harms way sat the big fat fire chiefs, who were all watching it on a monitor,

Then disaster strikes once more, Rose takes a tumble and damages some part of her that nobody is allowed to rub better, and so we had to cut the walk short. Actually we were only ten yards from the end. She insisted that the only cure for her was a stiff brandy, we therefore set off to find the nearest bar and furnish her with serious brandy. Just as she predicted, the cure was almost immediate. The rest of us were so relieved and felt it only right that we also buy drinks in order to toast Roses return to good health.

As I said at the beginning------A walk with a difference-----Fantastic.

Report by Kevin

The Gandia Area Social Club arranged an excursion to see the Pantomine "Sleeping Beauty" performed by the Careline Theatre in Alcalali soon after the New Year. We had a coach load of 46 people on the trip, all ready to enjoy themselves, which they succeeded in so doing!

"Oh, NO they didn´t!"

"Oh, YES they did...ummm...that was right. Time flies and I can't remember what else happened, but everyone did have fun.

Though this was amateur theatre, it was mounted very professionally - the cast and crew having a great deal of experience. This was their 10th anniversary production.

With 30 players and dancers plus a crew of 46 off-stage listed in the program, this was no small undertaking on their part.

Margaret Cordery was "Prince Valiant" (in the past she has played Prince Charming in "Cinderella"). As before, her singing voice, her acting and her legs are marvellous (don't let my wife see this bit!). Peter Clague as "Tickles" captivated the audience, both young and old, and created an active, loud response from them. (similar to before when he played "Buttons" in "Cinderella"). Dennis Arthurs played "Dame Goodbody", who did everything but live up to the character´s name, unless of course you like ladies who are very tall, loud and have large hairy chests. He was very funny.

After such a totally English Panto it was a happy coach load of folks who went for a fittingly totally English meal at Monroe´s Carvery on the edge of Monte Pedreguer. The fullness of the parking lot there promised popular, good food. The meal lived up to the promise and was included as part of our trip.

Report by ten gallon hat Bill

Please excuse me for zis report eh, I work very hard every day to be able to help ze clients of my coach enjoy all of the days with me. I get them up very early in the morning eh, and we go out and see willages and towns.

These people from Gandia they sit in the back of the bus, and on zeir first day I stopped zem eating oranges, eh. But that is OK because then they help ze driver do his reverzing, eh, with many beep beeps. And they scweamed when we went wery near the edge on ze top of a wery tall mountain called Montserrat. newspaper article

We went to Barcelona and saw Gaudi in the streets, and we took a guide to show us all of the sites in the city, we had a good drive around and we wisited the outside of that wery tall Gaudi cathedral with many spires which will be finished one day, eh, depending on the money.

I we took them to Figueres to see the Dahli, eh, it is a good place there. We went wery early in the morning so that we could see the fwost on the twees and Andorra not so wery far away. But I only let them be there for 1 and a half hours with a nice guide, there is weally a lot to see, but I think they enjoyed it twemendously.

Montserrat is good for Cwistmas (if you go weally late in the day and they have the services eh). It is high in ze mountains, I told them to wear lots of clothes, and not to wear the shorts. We went for lunchtime eh. I gave them several hours to walk up and down.

Pals is good for the nativity, it is wery famous for the lights in the night for an old town market at Cwistmas (I took zem in the afternoon!). It is an old medieaval town with stweets all bendy, it had many Cwistmas stalls for in the night. They found some shops that were selling wery good china at wery good pwices - I think they had some bargains and came happy.

Our hotel in Santa Susana was weally wery good, and ze food was weally weally wery good, but I didn't tell my people to dwess well for Christmas Eve for the big dinner eh. And again I didn't tell them to dwess well for the next day and more special dinners. But they laughed a lot so I think they had a good time, eh. They had many evening games in zer big group and they had many smiles on zer faces most of ze time. Or they played the pool and did the amazing trick shots on the green table (regwettably there is no recorded film footage of these exploits). They even did the dancing to the music.

The weather was wery good with many sunshines, and I think the other voices from Clacton and Cardiff and the zimmer frames did not seem important to them eh. I think they were happy except for the end part when half ze group fell ill on the last night and were wiolently sick (or ze other!!).

They think that the trip was an outstanding success all round, they say: the outings, the booze, the social company, the booze, the games, the booze, the weather, the booze, the guide and the driver ....

Report by Walph

Viva España did us proud for our venue on the night of our Christmas Dinner and Dance 2006, the nosh and the ambience were superb, and the extra the little bits added to by ourselves.

The restaurant was well decorated with lots of lovely tinsel and glitter, the tables looked really posh with chocolates and flowers and Christmassy stuff, champagne was served and we were ready for a good evening.

For starters I had cold melon wrapped in succulent jamon - delicious and well presented. Puddings looked a treat aswell with filou pastry scrunched up around a fruity concoction with a kouli sauce and mango bits.

I know I danced a lot to the music, along with a load of other people - Kay did her rock and roll bit, Kevin bougied, Sylvia and Jim had a waltz, and someone finished their dance with Elvis doing the splits!

Oh yes, and Mike bought Maureen a whole bunch of red roses, they were nice. It was a good evening and a good end to our year.

Report by Me

I was trying to explain to a Spanish person about our next club dance. So I looked in my dictionary for a translation of the word 'tart' and I at that point I thought 'no way am I going as one of those, I think I'll go as a tramp instead.' Being a vagabond seemed to be much more suitable to me.

Everyone I talked to was in a quandary as to what to wear, how to go dressed as a tart or a tramp. I know that some people went out scouring the second hand shops or husband's/wive's wardrobes. From the well-turned out participants I think they were all successful in their endeavours, and this included a number of cross-dressers. Some of the participants I didn't even recognise at all to start with, they were really quite the part.

Tarts were probably the favourite in the end, as one does feel slightly more glamorous as a tart than as a tramp. Probably being a 'lady of the night' allows you to get up to all sorts of mischief! Whereas being a tramp one feels a bit discouraged and unwanted, and only fit for the gutter or shop doorway!

They all paraded well, the girlies minced along wafting perfume whilst the scruffs shuffled around smelling a bit awful. One poor old fellow even picked up a bottle on passing, he must have had a swig or two because a bit later on he fell over on the stage. I also noticed that the girls went round touting for business after their parading. I saw a police car draw up further on in the evening so word must have got out.

Both participants and the onlookers had a good time, perhaps more will take courage and join in on the club's next dressing up dance. I wander if the original idea of Guy Fawkes cum Halloween theme would have been as much fun. I must say that it was horribly wet when we left, and there was a huge lake between the restaurant and the car park and my little booties got quite wet!

Report by 'one of them'

5.00am was the start for us for our recent club trip. By 6.00am GASC members were assembled with our organiser, Kay, on the coach waiting in anticipation for the start. 'What a shame there weren't more members from GASC' we said, as we feared the amount of forthcoming pick-ups required to fill the coach. 6.05am and we were still waiting 'What are we waiting for?' Frantic telephone calls went forth. At 6.07am a car turns up hot foot from La Drova. The excuses were good so they were forgiven (something about lots of hats and what a long way La Drova is from Viva España!).

So off we went, stopping at several petrol stations to pick up our assortment of Germans, French, Spanish and one or 2 more Brits. The trip thus far went smoothly with just the occasional whiff of egg sandwiches which was Daphne's breakfast. At Moraira our guide boarded the coach, a lady called Rita, who had the job of relating everything in four languages. Lots of opportunities to practice Spanish, German and French and an incredible way to induce sleep.

What amazed us on our way across Spain to Seville was the amount of agriculture in an area which I had always envisaged was like the dustbowl surrounding Alicante, but bigger. There were olive trees as far as the eye could see, and so many wheat and maize fields. This area produces 90% of olive oil in Spain.

We spent the 1st and 2nd night of our trip in Seville in a hotel not too far from the centre. The hotel had all mod-cons, including a swimming pool on the roof, its own bar and dining facilities. Some of the group went to a Flamenco Show on the first evening, which was good but apparently the waiters disappeared after serving the first free drink!!

Seville is a beautiful city, as we saw on our first morning when we had a guided tour of the 1929 Exhibition Site and Expo 1992, and the guide spoke excellent English. Then we had a tour of Seville's famous cathedral. After that some people went on a boat trip along the Rio Guadalquivir. The Spanish galleys from the New World used this river and the city for off-loading their gold and gems. We made our way back to the hotel through the Jewish quarter and the shopping centre, which pleased the ladies. It's amazing how they still called these places 'the Jewish Quarter' seeing as-how the Spanish cast the Jews out of Spain in the times of the Inquisition. The evening was our own for exploration, drinking etc. with the members of GASC getting together and getting to know each other a bit better, then straight to bed for another early start.

By 8.00am the next day we were off for Cordoba (we needed to leave Seville early because of the rush hour traffic). In Cordoba we were given an excellent guided tour around the vast old mosque, which was converted to a church in the 15th century, and then of the Arab Quarter.

From Cordoba we travelled to our excellent hotel in Granada. The food and Daphne's bottle of gin were outstanding, so much for being sober for the next day's trip! The last day started with a tour of the enormous Alhambra Palace - the highlight of the tour as far as we were concerned. It was made all the better by a very good guide.

The less said about the return trip the better needless to say Granada is a long way from home but we had a few laughs on the way, and had the company of fellow GASC members.

If you haven't been south make sure one day to visit Granada and the Alhambra Palace. The whole trip was good value for money and we would certainly go on another trip. We would like to add a big thank you to Kay from all of us on the trip. Hope it wasn't too much of a worry and you enjoyed it as much as we did.

Report by Colin and Janis

Thursday was hot, too hot for evening clothes (the woman in long dresses and the men in suits and ties). We got so hot walking through the streets of Oliva to our communal taxi, infact Andy said 'never again' and so did a few other folk from what I hear.

But Viva España was lovely and cool inside. We went upstairs and joined the crowds of people all armed with beers or bucks fizz. Most welcome it was.

Then after being seated at our tables, the food and drink began. As usual for ´Mama´ the food was good, well presented and served hot. Maybe not as elaborate as one would expect for a Grand Ball, but there was plenty, and most of us devoured it. There was also plenty of wine and a 'cognac and coffee' course aswell!!!

After and in-between eating we had music from 'On The Brink'. It was great music to dance to, they ably play allsorts of popular music spanning several decades, just right for our assorted ages.

It was around one in the morning that the music finished, I think several of us could have continued for hours more. Instead, we all dutifully departed out into the heat again (I'm sure it was still up in the thirties) for our respective homes. I for one will say 'We all had a ball of a time!!!'

Report by Flower

One hot Friday in July some two dozen of the younger, more active and sporting members of the Club went 10 pin bowling at the new Vital Centre in Gandia. We donned our Bobby Socks, which we deemed to be quite necessary as we knew we had to wear the shoes provided by the bowling alley - the number of sweaty feet that had already been in them did not bear thinking about!

This bowling centre has superb facilities but is very noisy. We did well to hold our own against the Spanish, considering our average age was 50 years older than the other bowlers there.

There is little scope in 10 pin bowling nowadays for cheating as the scores are all added electronically. Infact, everything seemed to be electronic. But one comment is that there were no finger blowers or bowls of talcum powder, us oldies are used to those little niceties. So showing signs of a mis-spent youth, the Ladies winner was Rita, and the Gent`s was Dave P.

On a serious vein, Stella had to retire hurt part way through with a very badly chipped nail on her right hand!! But her place was ably taken by our President who arrived late, much to the annoyance of the organisers. In mitigation, he explained that he had just had a shopping emergency and had had to dash to Carrefour. Apparently Joanne was down to her last case of Vino Blanco!

Our thanks to Sally for organising the trip and for knowing some of the rules as not many of us had played before (and petanc is not at all the same). Also thanks to Joanne for organising the great meal after at the Chinese sushi restaurent, at least there was no language problem there! We were very impressed with the table presentation, especially when we had thought that we would be eating from a conveyor belt!

We all had a great time, on what may be the first of many such bowling trips. Well done winners and well done loosers.

Report by Alan the Toothslayer

One sunny Friday 35 club members and guests set off from Lidl at Alqueria on a trip to Sueca, the Albufera and pirate caves at Cullera.

Most of us didn't know Sueca, except as a bottleneck on the N332, so a chance to wander round and find a cup of coffee was fun and interesting. Not a smart place, but Sueca still has its share of attractive balconied buildings and a lively little indoor market.

At 10.30 sharp the chocolate museum opened its doors and we were welcomed to the "Fabrica-Museo del Chocolate Comes" by one of the younger members of the Comes family. They have been making chocolate artesano in Sueca since 1870. We were introduced to the charming Vero, who was to show us around. Despite her protestations, Vero's English was well up to the job of giving us a fascinating guided tour of the museum, with just a little help from Jo. The tour ended with a demonstration of the art of hand-making chocolate, and there were several opportunities to sample the family's products.

After stocking up at the museum shop, we were back on the coach. Next stop was the Raco de l'Olla centre of the Albufera, an eco-centre that explains the flora and fauna of these internationally important wetlands, and the rice growing area around the Albufera lake. Most of us climbed the observation tower, as well as exploring a little of the surrounding salt marsh. Some of us hung around and took pictures of the more energetic folk.

We were soon back on the coach for the short ride to El Palmar, the renowned village of rice-cookery restaurants. A short walk from the coach park took us to our destination in this favourite weekend haunt of Valencianos - the Restaurante Canyamel. After a substantial meal including the village's signature dish of paella, the more adventurous set off for a boat trip on the Albufera, whilst the rest of us joined in the dancing which followed our meal (encouraged by our fellow Spanish diners). Perhaps they were more impressed by our enthusiasm than our skill, but nevertheless they were welcoming and glad to have us join them. Carol set some Spanish hearts a-fluttering, and Sally and Joanne displayed some very stylish manoeuvres of which any Española might be proud.

Having had such an entertaining time at El Palmar, we were a tad late setting off for our last destination, the "Cueva Museo del Pirata Dragut" in Cullera. There was a bit of a climb up to the entrance, but well worth it. Room in the caves is restricted so we were split-up into two groups for our tour (in English), with lighting and sound effects as well as the displayed collection of historical armaments and other artefacts. The central theme was of an occasion in the 15th century when the entire town was held to ransom by a 600 hundred strong invasion of Turkish pirates, so we learned a bit of Spanish history as well.

It was quite a tired group who boarded the coach for the ride back, and several heads were nodding before we reached Alqueria. An enjoyable day, thanks to David who organised it all and researched the venues for us.

Report by Edward

Day 1 Friday

In a little over two hours or some eighty kilometres we found ourselves in the beautiful rolling countryside of the Sierra de Enguera and the eco-tourism area around Navalon. We were staying in a hotel complex called El Tuelaret, which is a base for people who want to be at one with nature.

A beaming David greeted us as we drove in, he had just arrived and was keen to get a walk in before we all retired to the bar. This, after all, was the main reason for the weekend break!

Our first walk of seven kilometres set off at around six in the evening after the fine body of walkers had all said their hellos, twelve of us in all. The landscape was very rolling and the views quite spectacular with only the odd sight of a house in the distance, we were all surprised at the amount of flora and fauna to be seen, which included an incredible number of mariposas (butterflies).

Day 2 Saturday

Day two was greeted with a child like enthusiasm at breakfast, which confused Beth and Edward for they didn't realise that David had secured a room with a large TV so we could all watch England's first round match against Paraguay at three o'clock that afternoon. At ten we set off on a fifteen-kilometre circuit following one of the many valleys in the area, following along a baranco (Baranco de la Hoz). This had been carved out of rock by water over a very long period of time with little caves that had been formed by the flow. The views were quite breathtaking.

About half way round (and three walkers less) the vista changed completely to one of a long rolling landscape covered with herbs of all kinds, the smell as we walked through them was quite intoxicating. Gerry, Sue and Sally seemed to find their second wind at this point and shot off into the distance. It was only when we looked at our watches did we realise why - time was running out and we still had a fair way go.

We all got back in time for a quick lunch, then the non-football enthusiasts went out up to the windfarm, and saw millions of butterflies. The others stayed and saw England win 1-0, with much hooting and howling.

That evening Margaret was the source of much amusement as she got more and more tired. We think it was something in the water, or was it the fact that we hadn't slept much the night before because Richard had declared war on the entire mosquito population in his bedroom.

Day 3 Sunday

Unfortunately four of our group (Trevor, Jo, Gerry and Sue) had to go back early, so they didn't join us on the final walk in and around the lovely town of Enguera. Even though we drove only about thirty kilometres to Enguera the landscape and foliage were quite different. We started our walk from the town, climbing slowly for about an hour through woodland (which gave us shade from the hot sun) then along a rocky ridge, circling back again. We completed our seven kilometres in just over two hours, taking the weekend total to around thirty kilometres (more for some).

So in conclusion I think I can speak for everyone on the trip and say that the first GASC countryside holiday was a most enjoyable experience, mainly due to the organisational skills of David and Joanne, and not forgetting the football. They say time flies when you are having fun and we had lots, looking forward to the next one.

Report by Andy Pandy

Quite possibly our Club organisers would like to claim otherwise, but it was pure coincidence that this outing to Elche took place only a matter of days after Elche had been on TV and in all the national papers. They were celebrating the most momentous event in the city´s recent history.

To begin at the beginning: a farmer tending his land near the town in 1897 unearthed a piece of sculpture. This was a bust of a woman which the experts soon identified as dating from the pre-historic Iberian period; that´s about 500 B.C. Exquisitely hewn from a piece of rock, and remarkably well-preserved. The Dama d´Elche quickly became the most important archeological relic of the Iberian period.

On May 18th, 2006, amid much ceremony and public rejoicing, the Dama returned to her home town for the first time in almost half a century. She would be in Elche for six months before returning to her usual plinth in the Prado Museum, Madrid.

Truth to tell, most of the 54 Club members and guests who boarded the coach on May 23rd were, at best, only vaguely aware of the Dama and her significance. Our driver told us that 15,000 people were booked to see her that day, so the likelihood of us seeing her was small!.

Our first stop was a visit to a factory outlet specialising in shoes, handbags and other leather good. There are several of these dotted around the city´s outskirts, reflecting the importance of an industry for which Elche is widely known. We spent an hour or so in the factory outlet, hardly long enough for the shopaholics among our number. Before leaving we got a nice little surprise - a windfall of 78 euros for the Club from the management, representing 10% of the money spent by our group.

Next stop was the Huerto del Cura garden, near the centre of town. The City of Palms is surrounded on three sides by palm plantations. This forest of palms is said to have been planted by the Phoenicians around 300 B.C. The jewel in the crown being the Huerto del Cura, originally a private plantation, now home to 700 palm trees of many varieties and 500 other botanical treasures. Our tour guide, Lenore, introduced us to the garden´s major attractions, including the amazing Imperial Palm, (a single trunk divided into eight majestic branches). A cameraman accompanied our party and at the close we were treated to a slick 10-minute video show featuring Elche, the palm forest, the Huerto with shots of ourselves spliced in...very well done, and of course we were invited to buy souvenir copies.

Some of our number had opted to miss the Huerto and come back to it later, fearing that they would miss the archoelogical museum which, according to our information, closed at 1.30 pm. However, the museum remained open all afternoon (perhaps for the duration of the Dama exhibition?) so most of us were able to visit it after lunch.

The new museum is very impressive, combining the traditional displays of artefacts with multi-media presentations of life through 2,500 years of Mediterranean history, from the Iberians through to the Roman, Moorish and Christian eras. The modern part of the museum is cleverly built to combine with renovated parts of the old city walls. We found the entrance to the Dama´s sanctum with not much in the way of crowds waiting to go in. There she was, illuminated by suitably dramatic lighting and protected by security guards and a double door system (like Spanish banks have). No great beauty it has to be said, but at 2,500 years old she was quite awesome.

We also had time to visit other nearby sights. As the afternoon wore on, the thirst for beverages overtook the thirst for culture and the lure of the cafes on the main square became too great to resist. Such was the lure that half our number lingered and were in danger of missing the bus at the end of the day. tut tut. An interesting city everyone felt, and as is always the case, not enough time. We´re just going to have to start these trips earlier folks!

Report by Phileas T. Rainbird

Saturday was a lovely day, just right for a drive around the countryside. So off we went in our four by four: myself, Anna and Tanya, and collecting Ray en-route to the Flor Azahar Restaurant. We were out for the day on the GASC annual car rally and treasure hunt.

'Looks like a nice number of cars' I said to Anna, 'yes' she agreed, 'plenty of competition'. I think there were eight or nine in all, most of the drivers we knew from the club, although some of their passengers were friends or holiday guests, (which created a lively atmosphere).

Start time came, Peter (last year's winner), gave each driver a page of clues aswell as a stirring poem! We set about solving the first of them - not an easy job. Ray fathomed it out pretty soon though, quickly we jumped in my car and we zoomed off, wheels skidding on the bend in the direction of Albaida. Ten minutes later we were at the first point, and we had to guess 'how many faces were on the wall'. Then off to Lluxtent where we met fellow ralliers counting the 'ducks' in the paseo, driving out of Lluxtent we needed to spot 'the James Bond' connection. For us the real tease was the Church in Beniganim which was slow in giving up its secret of the date of 1961 which read the same when up-side-down.

By one o'clock we had nearly finished and we were absolutely parched. 'No time to stop' we agreed, 'hurry hurry' Anna said, 'we'll be eating lunch in only an hour, then you can have your beer'.

Back at the ranch (or Flor Azahar) we had to answer a short quiz, with questions such as 'when were the first traffic lights installed in England, and where?' or 'which was the first motorway in Britain?' Some of these were hard I can tell you, we thought Peter had done well to find such tricky ones.

And we did well to answer so many correctly, in fact we did so well that we actually won the whole event, much to our surprise. Sorry to everyone else for taking the winnings (bottle of champers or chocolates for each of us). The down side to this of course is that next year yours truly gets to devise, organise and run the next car rally. ..... I had best start now!

Report by Little Miss Ghost-writer and Friends

A coach load of 47 members and their guests went to the Sunday matinee of Treasure Island (a pantomine production) at the Careline Theatre, Alcalali on 15th January.

They thoroughly enjoyed an excellent performance by all the cast, especially Jim Hawkins (played by Olivia Dicker) and Mary (played by Emily Jane Beament) who were extremely professional although only 12 and 13 years old respectively.

Candy Wright directed the production and she also took over the part of Captain Long John Silver. She did a fantastic job, putting on the deep gruff voice for the part. I wonder if she will be able to talk for the next week or two. Sally Forth (played by Rick Rosewell) really made the part of the Dame.

All the cast were extremely good with a special mention of the very young 'Juniors' whose dancing was precision, all in perfect unison. Plenty of humour and audience participation, and they even brought the club into it all, by mentioning us being there. WHAT FUN IT ALL WAS !!

The members then went on to the El Quijote Restaurant at Orba where they enjoyed a fine meal with a great wide roaring log fire.

Report by Clive T