“With out a doubt a trip to remember, I recommend it to anyone and everyone that likes food, art and burning huge monuments to the ground!”
So on a Tuesday night, at around 2 30 am, whilst studying for an economic maths midterm I received a message from a friend of mine asking about las Fallas de Valencia, which is a very famous Spanish tradition held in Valencia, which is located on the east of Spain, hitting the Mediterranean sea.
Las Fallas consist of a large variety of different sculptures made from flammable materials that are constructed throughout the year and then put on display all around the city. The reason its made out of flammable materials is because well… you guessed it, they burn them. The reason as to why they burn them goes beyond me, I never really looked into the festival all that much but what I do know is that its beautiful to watch and that it’s a hell of a party.
So my friend Pat, an Australian, Hawaiian shirt, man bun looking bloke asked if I wanted to go to this festival this upcoming Saturday. Of course my mind was mush from all the studying but I said I would think about it after my exam… next thing I know I’m buying the bus tickets from this odd looking party website less than 24hours after his message.
4 hour bus ride listening to ear bleeding reguetton music
The bus ride there was a laugh. Imagine a small cramped up bus filled with reguetton (or however you spell it) listening Spanish kids round the ages of 18 to 23, with cheap Spanish beer and snapbacks… a 4 hour bus ride listening to ear bleeding reguetton music was actually pretty funny, thank god I had my music.
So we arrive to Valencia and immediately it sounds like we are in a war zone…. BAM BAM BAM BOOOM fireworks and ‘petardos’ exploding everywhere and VERY loud. It took us about 30 min walking to reach the first falla and it was beautiful, colourful and impressive in all standards. It was only when you see them that your mind gets boggled as to why anyone would burn such beauty that took so long to make.
We kept walking and seeing more impressive fallas that each time got bigger and bigger till the point where we reached the biggest one, located on the centre of the city, the size over passing the buildings, a huge beige statue of a woman looking down at the people.
The mass of people also increased the more we walked and the beer stands looked more and more tempting… We soon stopped for lunch and had the traditional Valencian paella which is where paella originated in the first place I believe… the point is that beer and good paella hits the spot just right.
The night came quickly and the people did as well, sooner than later
walking became a hazardous sport. It wasn’t till we saw the first falla being burnt that we realised how beautiful it was and understood the reason behind it. We talked with some locals and apparently these sculptures called fallas serve as a type of purge where they sculpt monuments that depict a message that’s similar to that of street art. When they burn it serves as a release. Without a doubt a great reason behind this incredible tradition.
It was soon time to burn the last one, which was of course the biggest one, the one that brought most attention and the most number of people. This was a tough moment because the amount of people was scary and it got to a point where you were crushed by thousands of people in every direction to the point where one from our group could not touch the ground from the pressure on his body… I know… but soon enough, after waiting in the mass for 15min the fireworks and burning began.. HOLY SH*T they were loud. By far the loudest I’ve heard… damn. However, when they burnt the statue it was incredibly beautiful.
After the fallas was over, which was around 2am, we still had to somehow make time till our bus left which was at 7am. We had no hotel reserved due to budget reasons so we found ourselves spending the night like true homeless people.
“After that night I truly empathise for the people that have no home and have to live like this” – PAT
We spent the night sleeping in a 24h McDonalds on a table with our head rested on the plastic table. Finally, it was time to go home in a bus that smelt like the type of feet you get at ChuckyCheese. BUT it was both beautiful and by far a night worth to remember.
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