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Mojácar Could Have Been a Contender...
Sunday, March 13, 2022 @ 11:59 AM

There’s not much acknowledgment of history in Mojácar (Almería) as a rule, so we’ll gloss over the first few thousand years of the town and arrive, breathless, in the times of the Mayor Jacinto Alarcón, in the early sixties.

That perhaps modest wave of artists, the Indalianos, mainly from Almería (a city surprisingly wealthy in culture - you can see some of their work today in the Doña Pakyta Museum in downtown Almería) had been and gone: weekending in Mojácar, drinking and painting. They had introduced, or at least, promoted, the local stick figure, which they called after themselves – the Indalo.  Mayor Jacinto, in charge of a moribund village, had been glad to receive them, and he allowed them to stay in a few tumbledown houses. He instructed the artists, the poets and the writers – go and tell people about our town. By about 1962 Mayor Jacinto had an even better idea – to give away ruins or land to those who would fix them up (bringing sorely needed wealth into the community).  Many came, and the town, with less than 600 inhabitants in 1960, began to slowly revive. A small hostelry, the Hotel Indalo, opened in the Plaza Nueva, and, with its bar and first-floor restaurant, it thrived. Some mojaqueros, living in Lyon, Barcelona, Frankfurt or Madrid, heard of the new growth in the pueblo, and they returned.
 
The foreigners came. They found the village to be a thing of beauty, and above all, cheap. A house in 1966 would cost five hundred or a thousand pounds. A glass of beer, a few pesetas. They brought with them the habits of the swinging sixties: the Beatles, free love and a stick of hashish. The mojaqueros learned of these things as they began to find lots of work in the construction industry. The unexpected introduction of the Almería airport (Franco never liked the province) and the Mayor’s skills at Court bringing us a Parador Hotel in 1964 helped immeasurably. Mojácar was on its way.
 
Mayor Jacinto was strict, insisting that houses should be traditionally built – with small windows, flat roofs and whitewash. No high-risers and everyone to have a view. The rules were broken by the first hotels, the Mojácar, the Moresco and on the unexploited beach (land at one peseta for ten metres, no takers), the Hotel Indalo. The tour operator Horizon had discovered Mojácar and made it its flagship resort (before going spectacularly bust).
 
Mojácar’s fame grew abroad. The Indalo was often seen in London, and Mojácar became a modest phenomenon internationally. More foreign settlers arrived and a couple of local families began to take over the local economy. They became very wealthy. By 1990, they were multimillionaires –and friends of the mighty.
 
Everyone lived together more or less agreeably: the money was all foreign and it kept on arriving, ending up – sooner or later – in local pockets. As perhaps it should. Yet Mojácar itself, with the old mayor’s retirement in about 1978, began to change from a residential town to a tourist resort.
 
A Corsican businessman knocked down the village carpentry in the square – a squat building connected by arches spanning the narrow streets on either side – and built a three story nick-nack shop called Sondra’s. The first ‘democratically elected mayor’ (the foreign population of course couldn’t vote) also allowed the rest of the main square to be demolished, including a beautiful theatre, and a furious scramble of more nick-nack shops appeared on the three levels of the ‘Multicentro’: tee shirts, beaded wrist bands, pottery from Nijar and junk jewelery from China.
 
The old hotel, the Indalo, that decrepit but key building that commanded the square, was similarly demolished for even more ‘souvenir shops’.   On the beach, the Pueblo Indalo was built. The town had decided that tourism brought in more money than resident home-buying foreigners. Tourists spend heedlessly and then they go away; home-owners stay (and perhaps vote, or try and compete in jobs and businesses). Old Jacinto’s call for ‘Mojácar, where the Sun Spends the Winter’ was, for some reason, ignored and the town became very seasonal: 25,000 in the summer and just 6,000 in the winter. On the construction side (where the real money lay), small apartments, good for a couple of mildly uncomfortable weeks, were built rather than comfortable villas.
 
By 1985, as local homes were demolished and rebuilt to architects’ designs, the village had begun to change from ‘a beautiful Moorish clutter of cubist homes’ to a slightly ugly town with neon lights, narrow streets and a wonderful view. The foreigners themselves continued to enjoy Mojácar (although its fame abroad was vanishing), and many chose to live in a number of 'guetos' - as the Spanish call them - in urbanisations overlooking the beach, ridiculously British, yet still at apparently ludicrous prices. Mojácar was a fine place: there was no Sky television and the only news came from the World Service of the BBC – far off and, beyond the fluctuations in the daily rate of exchange, of little interest.  
 
The second mayor (third really, the age of ‘mociones de censura’ had begun) was Mayor Bartolo, a PSOE man who had worked in a local savings bank. Bartolo was – one way or another – influenced towards the new president of the Junta de Andalucía, Manuel Chaves, and, inspired to make Mojácar a modern town, he brought back an architect called Nicolás Cermeño, by chance Chaves’ nephew, to rebuild the old Mojácar fountain – La Fuente.
 
It would be the beginning of the end of Mojácar and its easy cohabitation.
 
Remarkably, an open meeting was held in the Town Hall to discuss the plan for a new tourist fountain to take the place of the old public one. The mojaqueros were against the idea – one of them, José María (carpenter and undertaker), gave a famous speech about how he had seen enough marble to last a lifetime and he was against an austere gray marble fuente. We all agreed.
 
Work began a few days later.
 
The foreigners were aghast. An early copy of ‘The Entertainer’ (the English-language newspaper) has a picture of a local Brit holding a placard which reads ‘Ninety Thousand Pounds to Wash my Knickers?’ (the reference being that, in those days, the fuente was used by washerwomen as a laundry). A few days later, the foreigners made a demonstration in protest against the outrage. They were (unwisely) led by an American actor and long-term local resident called Charles Baxter (who lived openly with his Spanish boyfriend) together with Silvio Narizzano (whose sexual perversions in Hollywood and London were palpably well-known locally, as was his artist and playwright boyfriend Win Wells). I was warned by Antonio, a local friend, ‘to keep clear’. It was well that he told me, because the foreigners, amassed in the main square, were set upon by the mojaqueros and a fight developed. Eventually, the Guardia Civil arrested Silvio (later to be freed: ‘unshackle that man’, said the mayor standing outside the Town Hall. Silvio gave him a large bunch of roses and a kiss). Shortly after the event, Charles Baxter – the gray-haired dapper doyen of the foreigners – left Mojácar for good.
 
The mojaqueros had the last word – we don’t like the new fuente but it’s for us to complain – not you. The relationship with the foreigners was broken.
A few months later, Bartolo used the same architect to ‘remodel’ the Castillo - the castle at the top of the town. No one complained.
 
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Years after (in 2014), a local man called Francisco Haro, the son of the old owner of the Hotel Indalo, wrote an astonishing homage to the early foreigners who had brought Mojácar back from the brink of ruin, a fully-illustrated book called ‘Mojaqueros de Hecho’ (Honorary Mojaqueros). Tales of Fritz the mad artist, Charlie Braun, Bill Napier, Paul Beckett, Ulf Dietrich, Preacher Jim, Ric Davis, the Polansky brothers, Salvatore, Geri, Theresa and many more who brought wealth, fame and fun to the area.
 
The book was completely ignored by the current Town Hall which has, at best, an uneasy relationship with the guiris. These days, and despite the 60% of foreign inhabitants versus just 20% of mojaqueros (more or less, depending on the vagaries of the town hall padrón), Mojácar is considered officially as a seasonal tourist town.


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PablodeRonda said:
Sunday, March 13, 2022 @ 2:15 PM

Very interesting. A shame that the relationship between natives and incomers is poor. I feel the potential of Mojacar has not been fulfilled.
We went on holiday there as a family in the late 80s with two small children and we liked it a lot.
I believe it's been somewhat overdeveloped since.


sdeleng said:
Saturday, March 19, 2022 @ 9:24 AM

Just too sad. It happens again and again. In my little town Atzeneta, no beauty but with interesting back streets and about to celebrate its 750 anniversary, much construction is taking place after years of decline. It’s a mishmash of garish modern to retaining the old style. Trees have been planted and the roads altered to prevent motorcycles using it as a race course. It’s an improvement overall. It’s the new Mayor Santiago who is behind this. The old one reigned for 22 years and the town crumbled while his country property flourished. I will not say more.


sdeleng said:
Saturday, March 19, 2022 @ 9:24 AM

Just too sad. It happens again and again. In my little town Atzeneta, no beauty but with interesting back streets and about to celebrate its 750 anniversary, much construction is taking place after years of decline. It’s a mishmash of garish modern to retaining the old style. Trees have been planted and the roads altered to prevent motorcycles using it as a race course. It’s an improvement overall. It’s the new Mayor Santiago who is behind this. The old one reigned for 22 years and the town crumbled while his country property flourished. I will not say more.


lenox said:
Saturday, March 19, 2022 @ 10:45 AM

It's a rare town that survives the ravages of modernism and greed. One such is Córdoba, where mayor Julio Anguita is remembered for having saved the 'old quarter'.


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