Pajatan natuke tulevikuplaanidest kah.

Panen siis miskisuguse l2hituleviku ajakava paika:
1. veeb kuni 10-15. veeb Tenerifel
peale seda miski m6neks p2evaks kuni n2dalaks La Gomerale
siis tagasi Tenerifele
ja v6ibolla veel m6nele v2iksemale saarele

Aga nii orienteeruvalt m2rtsi alguses-keskpaigas lahkuks Kanaaridelt ja lendaks mandri-Hispaaniasse, k2iks 2kki Portugalis korraks 2ra ja liikus Andaluusias ringi. Aga nyyd j6uame terve selle loo pointi juurde kah, et l2heks hipikylasse m6neks ajaks elama, asub teine sealsamas Andaluusias m2gedes. Panen siis nyyd igavese portsu internetist p2rinevaid tekste kah, 2kki kellegile kulub 2ra.

Esime tekst mis mulle ette j2i, ytlen kohe 2ra, et Remedio on selle koha varjunimi, sellep2rast on teistes tekstides teine nimi.

I trekked up the stony path beside the tumbling river and the almond trees in flower accompanied me to either side. I reached the carpark where there were stationed trucks of mainly English and German origin to judge by the number plates. Some were covered in paintings of esoteric Indian symbols and were clearly in good shape as mobile homes. Others looked as though they’d come to their final resting place.

I walked on through a forest of eucalyptus trees and passed the occasional teepee with the sounds of a guitar being plucked inside. Nobody of whom i asked directions understood Spanish and it seemed strange to hear so much English being spoken here in Andalucia, deep in Southern Spain.

This was Remedio, an alternative community living on public land in teepees, tents and treehouses. There are no leaders and anyone may come and go as they choose. There’s a central meeting place where meals are cooked twice a day by whoever feels like doing it. A collection is made every market day to pay for the food.

There’s no rules as such but alcohol is not tolerated and a general hippy ethos prevails. This means that people try to work things out peacefully and people share and share alike. The only violence comes in the psychic barrage of the bhajans (India holy songs) sung around the fire each night. It’s a tolerant space and many people walk around naked without thinking the least about it.

Before every meal everyone joins hands and chants Om for a minute before crying ‘Thanks for the food!’ and sitting down to eat. This ceremony made me wince at first but now it’s hard to start eating without saying something first in gratitude.

As much as Remedio represents a return to a spiritual life for many, living close to ‘Mother Earth’, it’s also a return to a life of DIY. Do-It-Yourself culture. Most people who live long-term in the valley have constructed their homes for themselves and tend gardens that supply most of their ganja supply.

The latter have to be carefully obscured as around harvest time in September the police come prowling by day in the hope of busting a hippy. At night gypsies sneak into the valley in the hope of robbing a profitable patch. Everywhere you walk in Remedio there are networks of buried pipes that feed a beloved ganja garden in some shady grove.

Some of the wealthier hippies have solar panels but most are happy enough with candlelight. A friend of mine once told me the reaction of her mother who came to visit her in her teepee.

“She kept looking around for a TV or electric socket! She almost cried when she discovered that what I called the refrigerator was just a plastic box keeping cool in the river. And after she helped me carry drinking water back from the spring, she asked me: ‘How can you live such a hard life?’

And she was about to fly back to Germany to work 40 hours a week, commute to work every day and fight her way through traffic every where she went. “

Remedio seemed like the kind of place that travelers go when they’re tired of the road. Here it was possible for me to hang out in the dome of my friend, live cheaply with like-minded people and listen to the voices of the river and the wind in the tree tops. It was never hard to find musicians ready to jam and we passed away many days jamming and baking pizza in a stone oven.

It’s also an incredibly fertile place. Most of Andalucia is short of water but Remedio possesses a river that gives life to trees of almonds and figs, lemons and mulberries, grape vines and cherries. And perhaps it’s the influence of abundance that accounts for the 52 births that have taken place since the foundation of the community 15 years ago.

The idea of delivering a baby in the hands of strangers in a gleaming white hospital ward is an anathema to most people here. Instead they choose a familiar and comfortable environment, aided by a trusted midwife, herbs and massage in the miracle of child birth. In the case of complications, the nearest hospital is an hour’s drive away on a windy mountain road.

Consequently, there are many families living in Remedio and their kids run al around the valley. Whilst most children of five years are still learning to tie their shoelaces, these kids can already build a fire, knead dough for chapattis and tend a garden. And it’s these kids who actually keep the school in a nearby village going; Spanish villages have experienced such a population drain that the children of Remedio comprise half the students.

But whilst this has bettered relations with this particular village, the general estimation of Remedio in the area could not be lower. This area of Spain is already awash with English and Germans come to the sun to live cheaply and drink beer. And in some way the people of Remedio are associated with them. Perhaps they also inherit some of the traditional hostility held again the Gypsies. Traditionally a persecuted minority here. It doesn’t help that most of the hippies go into town barefoot and wear colorful clothes. The locals call them ‘Los Sucios’ (‘the dirty people’).

There’s also a long-standing dispute about the water. The farmers from the village below come up every year to chop down the water-greedy eucalyptus trees and also to pull out people’s water pipes form the river. Of course although everyone draws their drinking water from the spring, they still need running water to wash dishes and clothes. So they just plug the pipes back in again.

The problem is the Remedio is still not an officially settlement. Technically, everyone is living there without permission. Hey are in fact in the process of trying to buy the land but whilst people struggle to buy their groceries and supplies each week, it seems an unlikely prospect. And yet magic happens. This is the philosophy/attitude of Remedio and no has any doubt that their money will materialize from somewhere if they simply ask the universe to provide what they need.

And they may be right. I heard a few days ago that an anonymous visitor contributed several thousand dollars to secure the deposit and negotiations are now proceeding.

The founders of Remedio, an English couple in their fifties, have already left their birth child to its fate. But I doubt even they could have imagined such a success for the settlement they initiated on their own, wandering into the valley in the late 80’s.

And if there’s anything I learnt at Remedio it’s the value of a dream. And making it real.

Allikas: http://www.roadjunky.com/article/900/spain-travel-hippie-village

Teksti nagu ratsahobusel sitta aga asukohats mitte puuksugi :D
Otsisin ennast lolliks, et kus see Remedio asub, aga sellist kohta ei eksisteerigi.

Yeah, you can just show up and camp. In the article i called it Remedio to protect it a little but it actually goes by the name Beneficio and is near the village of Orgiva. You can fly to Malaga and then catch a bus up to Granada - also a nice town - and then it's two hours on the bus to orgiva. Then you head up the hill a couple of miles by hitching or walking - if in doubt ask any hippy in sight!

http://www.roadjunky.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=19&pid=1293#pid1293

Nii asukoht ja p2ris nimi kah olemas.
Ja nyyd siis p6hitekst kah.

THE Alpujarras is the name given to that part of the Sierra Nevada mountain range that runs down to the sea between Granada and Motril, and it has always attracted those with a different outlook on life. It was here British writer Gerald Brenan settled in the 1920s, and the outward appearance of many of the tiny villages in this region has changed little since then. The Alpujarras has largely escaped the urban blight of much of the rest of Andalucía, making it an attractive place for hippies and hermits, religious communities and alternative life-style groups of every colour and creed. But one group that lives in one of the region’s beautiful mountain valleys, the Valley of Beneficio, seeks nothing more from life than tranquillity and self-sufficiency. For the past 18 years, hundreds of people of all nationalities have spent time in this village of tents.

The Valley of Beneficio appears on no map, and there are no road signs showing its whereabouts. It has no electricity supply, and nobody owns anything there. It does not have an Internet site, and to get to it, one has to know where it is. It is hardly surprising, therefore, that rumours about the valley abound, especially in the nearby villages where the residents of the valley do their shopping and sell the craftwork they make. One of these rumours is that the ‘hippies’ wear no clothes and have a vigilante on guard to warn, by means of an animal horn, of unwelcome visitors and to prepare the stones to throw at them if they come too close. The reality is, of course, quite different.

One reaches the valley by a dirt road between órgiva and Cáñar. The sound of running water accompanies the visitor, and here one might find Amla and her young daughter Rimu, playing with a puppy. Amla is a secondary school teacher from New Zealand, “where we live in a commune like this too,” she says.

She found out about the valley from friends, and loves it here. “The children have fun fishing and playing with the animals. They collect water from the stream and learn to play music,” Amla tells us beneath a large hand-painted sign that warns of the dangers of forest fire. “The environment is our future, and it is necessary to teach our children how to care for it,” she adds. She is spending the summer here until the school term starts again in her own country. We move on, and see another sign telling us that the the Valley of Beneficio has everything we need, and that learning about oneself is the best way to get the most out of our voyage through life.

Eating together

Walking along this pathway, we come to a clearing where we see the first tents. Some are occupied only during the summer months, but the permanent population of the valley, which its residents refer to as Beneficio, is made up of approximately 200 people. María is one of them. She is German, and arrived here three years ago with her daughter Lea, who is nine years old. “This is the meeting point,” she tells us, showing us a kind of open-air room made up of carpets on the ground and a roof.

“We meet twice a day to eat together,” she says, “and here we decide what we are going to eat.” She points to the only place in the valley where fires are permitted, which is a small fireplace made of stones. “The commune was founded 18 years ago, when the founders bought the land, and now we need to buy more land, because we are growing all the time,” she tells us. Summertime is the quietest time of the year in the valley, with most people coming in the springtime and autumn.

No houses

There are few houses in Beneficio, where most people live in tepees that they make themselves. “I brought the ten-metre poles and the canvas from France to make mine,” says María. It opens at the top in the heat of the summer and closes again in the wintertime.

Everybody works in the commune, some making pieces of craftwork to sell and others looking after the fruit and vegetable gardens or playing music. Marco, one of the most veteran residents of the valley, is also leader of a reggae band that performs frequently in the area.

Almost all play some musical instrument. “This is the song of Beneficio,” says five-year-old Simon, picking up a guitar and playing it with ease. Simon is one of the many children in the valley, and like the others, he has learned the values of the community: peace, love and respect for the environment. Most of the children attend the local school in Tablones.

Money means little in this place. There is not much to buy, and everything on sale is cheap. “We have what we call the ‘magic box,’ where each person puts whatever he or she can to help support the community,” says María.

There is, of course, no class structure here, and everybody dresses in more or less the same way. Most of the men wear beards and long hair, and all are tanned and slim. The frugal, almost vegetarian diet ensures that nobody has a weight problem, and it is difficult to determine age or nationality by appearance alone. Almost all speak Spanish and English, and many speak German as well. There are no waste-paper bins in the village, but there is no rubbish to be seen either.

A sense of liberty

Isolation from the outside world is not total. A newspaper cutting pinned to a notice-board tells of a fire in Motril. Other notices tell of forthcoming full moon festivals and harvest festivals, in which all the residents of Beneficio take part. “This place is very much alive, with things happening all the time,” says Francisco, who arrived from Valencia to spend a few months here.

Life is normally harmonious in the valley, although some residents have been asked to leave in the past, due to their breaking the very simple rules of the commune. “It is not that easy to live like this. It’s like living face-to-face with a mirror,” says Francisco. Free time is spent making yoga or coffee, because there is no television in the valley. Francisco tells us that drugs are not consumed in Beneficio, although this would not be considered an important issue.

Most of those who live in the valley point to the magnificent surroundings as one of the principal reasons for being there. Others mention liberty, although liberty here is subject to the common will. It does not suit everybody. Liam, who arrived from England to spend a few months here, now lives in El Morreón, which has also been taken over by the ‘hippies.’

Far from civilisation

El Morreón is another village in the Alpujarras in which dozens of foreigners live, and which is also reached by a narrow dirt road. Many have bought ruined houses there to restore, and they also like to live an alternative life-style. “In Beneficio everything is done as a community, but here we all live in our own houses,” says Liam, “although we all get together for birthday parties and other events.” Doing everything together, he adds, sometimes leads to problems.

Liam came to Andalucía because it was impossible for him to buy a house in England, he tells us. All the others in the village say they are happy with their life-style, and the best part of it, Liam adds, is the sunshine. “It makes everything easier, not like in Northern Europe,” he says. With his dreadlocks and casual clothes, he is just one of many hippies in the Alpujarras. “Although most people still look strangely at us,” he smiles.

The foreign residents of Beneficio, El Morreón and Los Cigarrones are different, but a few hours in these places makes it clear why they wish to keep the secret to themselves.

http://www.surinenglish.com/noticias.php?Noticia=9055

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