In this case, the pirate flag points to the treasure, and not to the ship. The maps locate its position between the western Mediterranean sky and the arid desert in the southeast of Spain. Here is El Bar de Jo, a picturesque premises (to describe it in some way) for drinks, which gathers motorcyclists, rock 'n' roll fanatics with tattoos, allergic summer-goers and the crowds and lovers of legendary dawns.
It all started about 20 years ago when Jo, a French motorcyclist, decided to set up in Los Escullos, a setting between the sea and the Cabo de Gata hills on the eastern coast of Almería. Here he built a small beach huts between ficus trees, lizards and coastal brush. The chance to have a beer amidst the expanse, away from the crowds of menu paella tourists with sunburnt skins, moderately attracted an increasing number of faithful.
The small hut has extended and has been surrounded by small rest areas in which to sit and cool in the warm nights of the Andalusian summer. The personal declaration in every corner has made it the most different bar of all of those on the Spanish Mediterranean. From stone tables to small awnings covered with vegetation, passing through a comfortable retro bath in which to lie and knock back a whisky, give the Bar de Jo the essence of the wild, the extraordinary and authentic.
The temple’s ceremonies include concerts, exhibitions and craft sales officiated by waiters with sideburns and aliens come from The Who, Creedence Clearwater Revival and Led Zeppelin. The speciality is ‘el tóxico’, a short based on rum with a secret recipe whose main fan was a well-known summer visitor to the area, Joe Strummer, the lead singer of The Clash. The musician didn't much like being heard in the bar. However with the lead in eternal memory, the experience of being struck by the chords of London Calling in the same place where the author celebrated his birthday (he was born one 21 August) is delicious and relatively frequent.