Chapter 8
Carbon emissions are big news at the moment. There seems to be a story in the papers every other day about some royal flying off here or there to pick up an eco award. Recently there have been threats to increase the tax paid by frequent flyers, as if last years hike in ‘departure’ tax wasn’t bad enough.
It is a growing irritation for the likes of me and thousands of Brits who choose to live or holiday abroad. Now there is no way I will stop flying either on business or for pleasure, so I’m getting into carbon offset payments. It’s guilt money I suppose. I fly, I pay, and someone plants a few
trees or something. So everything’s OK then! The Government approved Pure Trust helps me travel completely guilt free. So off I went to Pisa.
Wednesday
This is a day trip, but with business out of the way, I make time to skip up to the top of the leaning tower. A uniquely disastrous Italian building job. Quite why it hasn’t fallen over is anyone’s guess, but British engineers have in recent years managed to tilt it back a bit, and it supposedly has another 300 years left in it.
There’s not much else in Pisa, so I drive over to nearby Lucca for lunch. It’s a lovely little Roman walled city with lots of oddities such as the 150 foot tall Torre dei Guinigi with fully grown oak trees at the top.
Thursday and Friday
In Brussels for a meeting of Agents selling Pueblo Don Thomas (PDT) in La Gomera, Canary Islands. PDT is headed up by the lovely Brigitte Gypen. Agents from Holland, Belgium, Spain, Germany as well as Dominik Haendly from Chestertons in London (and me!) meet up at the Airport Crown Plaza hotel to collaborate on ideas to boost sales.
La Gomera is a volcanic speck of an island next to Tenerife in the Canary Islands. It is a wonderful scenic place. Small, no traffic, few tourists, a simple way of life. It’s even got a rain forest. Problem is that it takes a while to get there. 4 hour flight, then ferry, then taxi, or flight and private plane hop, or of course private plane all the way! There is also the small issue of price. These properties start at €400,000 and head on up to over €1m.
The resort overlooks a picture postcard pretty golf course sloping down to the cliffs with a view of the ocean from every hole. It is owned by Norwegian shipping tycoon Fred Olsen who has significant shipping interests in the Canary Islands.
Personally, I can rave about La Gomera as an Island – but it gets tainted with the Tenerife ‘fish & chips & 10 pints of lager’ brush. We share ideas with each other and discuss different marketing methods. It is amazingly useful and very interesting to hear of the variety of marketing methods used around Europe (ours are far superior!). Tongues and ideas loosen during lunch as the wine does its trick. All too soon the call of the evening dinner party I have to get to makes me run for the airport.
Monday
The totally awful rain and hurricane type gusting wind on the drive to Gatwick remind me of one of the few perks in the job – it will soon undoubtedly be sunny and warm where I am headed to. Get to Almeria in Spain. Bummer, it’s cloudy and windy.
The lunar landscape of the Parque Natural Cabo de Gata in this area has a stark beauty about it with smooth wavy rock forms have silver green hues and pale copper bands. Good enough for John Wayne to have used it for some of his dreadful cowboy films. In contrast the craggy coastline has a wildness about it that belies the fact that this is a tourist area. Johnny Depp and his Pirates of the Caribbean filmed here.
45 minutes up the coast and I’m at Playa Macenas, a new golf, hotel, beachfront resort near Mojacar. New beachfront golf is unusual which makes this development special. It’s well under way and the first occupiers will be in later next year. There is also a large beachfront hotel being built and a smart Clubhouse. The beach itself is shortly to undergo a bit of Michael Jackson type surgery. The sand is too dark apparently, so the local council is importing white sand from Saudi Arabia! After a stomach churning ride around the hilly building site with Sally Tallant of developer MedGroup, we go back to their beachfront offices and take a look at the DVD of the project and to discuss the exhibition we are holding for them.
Back to my hotel which is a reincarnation of Stalag Luft and appears to have been built in the 1960s. Then I spot the foundation stone: built 2001. Terrifyingly awful all round.
Tuesday
I head off to see Desert Springs golf resort. On the way I pass hundreds of disused cave houses which are part of the scenery in this area from the silver mining days. Staggeringly I also passed a brand new cave house in the middle of construction. Yours, Mr Fred Flintstone for just £60,000. No heating required as your cave will naturally maintain 18 degrees all year round.
Further up the road near Cuevas del Almanzora is a stark reminder of the water issues Spain has. The local dam was finished in 1991 and was the backdrop for the rowing events at the Barcelona Olympics a year later. It is huge – hundreds of metres high. But it is also empty.
Desert Springs is a bit like Disneyland – the buildings don’t quite look real and are painted in incredibly garish colours. Lots of cacti supposedly give the desert feel to this grown-up theme park, and yet the golf course grass is such a vivid colour, they must come out at night to spray it green. With villas in the€500,000 to €1.5m range, this is a resort for the rich. With the airport over an hour away, I’m left wondering about the priceless mantra of ‘location, location, location’.
On my way back to the airport, I stop for a bite to eat in a beach town, only to find that it is a large naturist town – the whole lot! A whole town of people walking around starkers, doing their shopping, sitting at the bar, sunning themselves on the beach. This is suddenly an attractive proposition. Maybe a sandwich and a drink next to a blonde page 3 image of heaven only wearing a pair of high-heels?
Sadly not. It’s too cold, and anyway all the locals are knackered old retired Germans who clothes are very much in evidence today. Might have to revisit though…
James Wyatt MNAEA, MARLA, TRC, REALTOR ® is a partner at Barton Wyatt International based in Wentworth, Virginia Water. Tel: 01344 843000
