MADRID - JUNE 2012
Tam and I went to Madrid primarily to see Bruce Springsteen at the Bernabeu Stadium, home of Real Madrid.
We flew out
from Gatwick on Friday 16th June on EasyJet. We booked early and
got a great price of £139 for the two of us. Arriving in the
early evening we caught the excellent Metro into Los Ministeros
where we walked to our hotel, the NH Abascal. It was fine for our
needs as the prime consideration was somewhere within walking
distance of the Bernabeu.
After unpacking quickly, we legged it down to the bar so I could
watch the second half of England v Sweden on the screen they had
set up. We managed to win (the high spot of the European
Championships for England) and we left to grab something to eat
at a tapas bar. A relatively early night as we were both pretty
tired.
The next
morning we were up early as we had a busy day planned. We had
checked out things to do on Tripadvisor and picked a bike tour
for the morning and a tapas and wine tour in the evening.
We caught the Metro into the centre of Madrid and had a bit of a
look around before finding the office for the bike tour. It's
only a small place and one of the guides was taking out quite a
large Dutch group, but we were the only English people and so had
a guide all to ourselves. His name was Geza, which caused me some
amusement as I couldn't help thinking I was a Cockney for a few
hours - 'Alright, Geezer'.
They fitted us out with helmets and off we went. The cycling was
pretty easy and mostly on quiet roads and cycle paths, but you
always felt safe even on the small bits on busy roads as Geza was
very good at waiting for the right moment to move out into
traffic. He stopped at points of interest along the way to give
us a little of the history of the place. We visited all the major
sights and even stopped for a beer in the huge Retiro Park. The
whole trip lasted for 3 hours and was an absolute bargain at 25
Euros per person. Geza even took photos on the way round, which
we downloaded from their website when we got home. If you are
reasonably active and want a different way of seeing the sights
of Madrid, I would thoroughly recommend this tour.
http://www.bravobike.com/html/eng/viajes/oneday/madridx.htm
We then went
back to the hotel for a rest and a shower before walking the
couple of miles into the centre of Madrid where we visited a
couple of bars before meeting up for the tapas tour at Plaza de
la Villa. The tour is run by a chap called Andres and costs 60
Euro each. This seems like a lot, but it really is worth it.
There were 7 other people on the tour, all Americans and all in
Madrid on business, except the two ladies with their husbands on
a bit of a jolly.
The next few hours were spent walking between tapas bars and
eating some wondeful food and enjoying excellent wines. At the
last restaurant we had several different dishes and Andres opened
wines from his own collection. He had a happy knack of ensuring
your glass was always full. It was a fantastic experience and one
I would repeat tomorrow given the chance.
I think we got to bed around 1.00am, but the memory may have been
a bit confused by excessive wine.
We were up
early on the Sunday ready for the main reason for being in Madrid
- a concert by the ever wonderful Bruce Springsteen and the E
Street Band.
We had decided to commit the whole day to the gig as we wanted to
get into the pit - the area directly in front of the stage - and
knew that we had to be there early to get any chance. We arrived
at the Bernabeu at about 9.15am and there were already several
hundred people there. Now Springsteen's fans are excellent at
organising themselves (with help from the stadium staff) so that
those that arrive early get into the show first. They do this by
taking your name and writing a number on your hand. Number 1 gets
in first, then 2 etc., but you have to be around for when they
have roll calls. This ensures that people don't disappear for
hours and then turn up expecting to be at the front of the queue.
Anyway, it shows how many people were already hanging around
there when I tell you that Tam and I were numbers 1249 and 1250.
Remember, this is 9.15am and the gates are not due to open until
6.00pm. There is a bit of confusion as most of the announcements
are in Spanish and difficult to hear with so many people, but we
work out that those with numbers on their hands have to return
for the next roll call at 2.00pm, so we catch the Metro into
Madrid for a while to get something to eat and visit a local flea
market.
Back at the stadium at 2.00pm the crowd is even bigger and I say
to Tam that there is no way that they will be able to organise
this lot into a sequentially numbered line. Well, not for the
first time, I'm wrong. The organisation is excellent, if a little
confusing to those that don't speak Spanish. Luckily the guy next
to us in line speaks English and he is wonderful in helping us
out for the next few hours and keeping us informed of exactly
what is going on.
To cut a long
story short, we enter the stadium around 6.30pm and get our
wristbands for the pit. At this point you can wander in and out
of the pit area. As long as you have a wristband you can always
get back in. That's the prime reason for waiting all day in the
hot sun - those behind the pit will be crammed in like sardines,
but there is always plenty of room in the back of the pit,
although we stand off to the left of the stage and about 5 rows
from the front.
The stadium is a truly impressive sight, bigger than Wembley or
Twickenham by some way. The only slightly strange thing is that
there is a big block of Portaloos at back of the pitch along with
some open air urinals. It's quite a liberating experience
relieving yourself in full view of a stand of 15,000 people.
Now the main
reason for coming to see Springsteen in Madrid is that I'd read
many times that the crowds in Spain and Italy for his concerts
are just about the best anywhere in the world. Boy, were they
right. I'm not too sure at first as there doesn't seem to be much
atmosphere as the stands begin to fill, but as the evening draws
on and the time for the concert to start gets nearer the crowd
starts to get more excited and animated. By the time Springsteen
takes the stage at 9.30pm the whole place is on its feet and
rocking. Usually you see most of the people at the side, and
especially at the back, sitting in their seats. Not in Madrid.
Everyone is on their feet singing along and having a wild time.
I've never seen such a large crowd jump up and down together, it
is something I'll never forget.
No matter what you think of Springsteen, I really can't think of
anybody that has been around for as long as he has that is still
producing original, chart topping material. Sure, there are lots
of legacy acts around - The Who, The Eagles, even the Beach Boys
- but nobody I can think of that is still pushing the boundries.
The guy is 62 for goodness sake and turns in a performance of
nearly 4 hours non-stop! That's right, 3 hours 48 minutes he is
on stage for. Now at the time this is a record even for
Springsteen, but he has since played for 4 hours in Helsinki.
For every minute of that near 4 hours the crowd are singing
along, chanting, jumping, dancing and having one damn good time.
I genuinely believe that Springsteen and the band enjoyed it
every bit as much as the crowd, I'm sure he didn't want to leave
that stage.
Just a little sample - this is the opening of the set (not taken by me of course):
We finally
leave the stadium at 1.30am, exhausted but happy. It doesn't help
that we also get lost on the way back to the hotel and walk for
about 4 miles!
Sorry for rambling on, this was supposed to be just a video as we
got a new fancy HD camcorder and Madrid was its first full
outing. Unfortunately I didn't risk taking it to the concert, so
it's just showing some of Madrid.
It should be in full HD, so if you have a good internet connection you can change the quality by clicking the little cog in the bottom right hand corner and selecting 720 or 1080p and then full screen.
As we have no video of the concert, here are a few photos.
Outside the stadium.
You can see the pit at the front.
Looking back from the pit.
The Tamster
The Tamster relaxes.
Those beers were as big as a bucket, but 10 Euros each!
Just before the start.
Half way through.
The man himself, God bless his little American socks.