Saturday, 25 March 2017

Wednesday 22nd March 2017: Granada


Gleefully submitted our prized L’Alhambra tickets and walked both of our legs off, each for four hours.  Know how Stumpy feels.  L’Alhambra is a wonder, the tour in Spanish (English ones were all full) was not as enlightening as one could have been if I actually understood more than a dozen words but learned much using the eyes if not the ears.  There is a deliberate attempt to limit the impact of tourism on the old buildings by restricting the numbers.  A good balance I think, but we were fortunate to get a ticket.

 

Twice-gullible tourists persuaded by leaflet-handing girl to go to lunch at Tapas café, then walked in wrong door to have our leaflet gladly received by an opposing café and sat down to a similar but different menu.  Realised error after a little while and having ordered.  Food not very nice, left there feeling both guilty and cheated.

 

Visited the San Juan de Dios Basilica (very shiny).  Site of tomb of St John of God and relics etc.  Shiny, very shiny.  All that glittered was indeed gold.  Baroque/rococo masterpiece with all that is great and overdone about baroque, to my limited understanding.  Enormous detail and quality, hundreds of precious things.  Did I say that it was shiny?

 

Found a nice place at last for dinner and ate too much.  Best part of the meal was a free tapas plate (best because it was free, perhaps?) which had a very tasty goulash or similar.

 

Does it ever happen to you that something very good comes out of something bad?  Will try not to bore the reader here, but this story doesn’t bore me so I will tell in briefly.  Skip to the next paragraph if you start to snore.  There’s been some fun with buying things here, especially online.  What I realised now after I advised my bank that I was going overseas was that I needed to advise them that not only was I going overseas and I’d like my cards to work (which they do – sort of) but that I’d like to also do online purchases.  This means disabling a security feature of the banking where they will text you to confirm the validity of the transaction – a good feature but one that fails if overseas and unable to receive texts because I didn’t want to run the gauntlet of enabling overseas roaming.  Anyway, the boring story … I found I couldn’t make some payments for online purchases of train tickets, and also the Granada card which is what one should buy if wanting to go to L’Alhambra (ask me later).  In using a different card to buy a train ticket from Madrid to Hendaye, I did this successfully only to receive an urgent email from the booking company Petrabax that the bank had declined my previously successful transaction.  This was the bad thing … here’s the big fat silver lining in the cloud disguised as a blacker cloud:  once finalised, the purchase emailed me an e-ticket for the journey, but I then realised that I never received e-tickets for the four journeys I’d previously booked a month back.  Either they never came or went to junk, now unrecoverable after a month.  Bored yet?  I wasn’t, realising that I now had what was likely only a useless booking confirmation and no tickets.  Easy … we contact Petrabax … hard, they give a US number that looks like a 1800 number or something.  So … do I find a pay phone and sit on it for an hour waiting for someone in the US to tell me that they sent the tickets and I shouldn’t have lost them (when I never got them)?  There’s no published email address, no online chat help, the login portal shows the bookings but no way to print tickets, no way of contacting them in any way other than the US phone number … and we travel in 2 days.

 

But … here’s the shiniest part of the silver lining in the black cloud … the denied transaction that was at first successful caused Petrabax to write to me, and so I had a human on the end of an email piece of string.  A few polite words later via middle of the night emails and Voila! (that’s French for Voila so I’m told) I have e-tickets in my inbox.  Glad that didn’t bore you.

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