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HAN THIRTY ONE OR THE OTHER ...


"Tutti gli altri ne han trentuno", Dicembre incluso. Cosi è se vi pare, e ancora una volta arriviamo last day of the year.
What we have so many things to celebrate, but perhaps not too much to say.
What we agonized about what to do, without allowing time to decide what to think.
What if good intentions are not realized in the first two months then they are good for the following year, and there are some who carry on for decades.
In short, this time of year where we are inundated with parties, which systematically take pounds and you lose money, where everything seems to be more cheerful and more hopeful than shiny, the break with the past is a matter of minutes rather than will. But we really need more time?
few days ago, between Pandora is a sour cherry (Marches cherry wine), read a short pamphlet reasonably well known, called Papalagi and written by a Polynesian village chief returned from his trip to Europe in the early twentieth century. E 'vaguely Naive , and perhaps a little' built by his translator, but worthy of us smiled before throwing in the coming year. There extract some place like New Year's gift:

I say it must be a strange sort of disease, because even assuming that the white man who wants to do something, that his heart truly desires, for example, who wants to go in the sun or on the river with a canoe or wants to love his child, so will ruin any joy, twisting with the thought: "I do not have time to be happy." The time is there, but with all the goodwill he does not see it. Appointment of a thousand things that take away the time, he is morose and whiny to his work that has no desire to do, that does not give him joy and that no one forces him but himself. But then suddenly you notice if you have time, that time is there, or someone gives him more time (s Papalagi we always give each other time, sure, nothing is more highly thought of that), then the missing again the desire, or is tired of his job and no joy. And the next regularly want to do what they do not have time today.
... There are only a few people in Europe who really have the time. Maybe none. For this reason, therefore, most of them run for life as a rolling stone. All or almost walk with his eyes lowered and arms swinging back and forth to go faster. When you want to stop shouting angry, "Why bother me? I do not have time to good use rather see yours. " They are just as if a man walking quickly had more value and was more courage than walking letamente.
... I believe that the time to notice how a snake escapes from a wet hand, just because he tries to keep it so tight. Do not let the way to recover. The following is literally and gives the fighter with extended hands, does not allow him any rest because it can lie in the sun. Time must be his constant companion, must sing and say something. But time is quiet and loves peace and quiet and to lie on a mat. The Papalagi did not include the time, does not recognize it for what it is and therefore was bullied like that with his rude behavior.

Whether right or not, I hope your projects on time and a wonderful 2010 gift to all of you, mes amis ...
embrace Polynesian
Tommy

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back in touch

It 's a bit I'm missing, in fact.
the screens of your computer, more, some less.
From the pages of my script, where I dutifully wrote down all my should be.
From epicenters of your lives, at least physically tossed somewhere in the world once and worry that after comecazzosichiama.
that not even I have not been reported, it is my perception. Maybe I'm not missing, but you fail me.
And perhaps it is no coincidence that I am in Italy now.
That he decided to pursue a master's degree in Emergencies (Emergency Management), which has beaten me to be taken, which have come to terms with Milan and its mists, while returning with the people you've had in recent years , at least physically, far away.
So here I am, the city of fashion, I do not think that fashion never be gone.
As far as we can embroider on, Milan is a city esteticamente non bellissima. L'imponenza maestosa e le marmoree guglie del magnifico Duomo e lo sfarzo luccicante della Galleria Vittorio Emanuele non possono sopperire alle carenze di una città in cui sono assenti luoghi di socializzazione di massa all'aperto, in cui si fa tutto di corsa per sfuggire ai propri stereotipi e dove l'azzurro del cielo - che bellissimo si contrappone al bianco del Duomo - solo raramente riesce a farsi vivo penetrando la coltre di nebbia semipermanente che avvolge la città.
Cercano invece di sopperirvi i tantissimi luoghi d'incontro, le mille attrattive culturali e la frizzante (ma carissima) vita notturna.
E -anche se parzialmente, sono pur sempre un metereopatico- ci riescono se added to the main reason of my stay in Milan: the aforementioned Master in Emergencies ISPI (Institute for International Policy Studies).
valid, valuable, and invigorating for the hungry minds of those who were often surrounded by people in the field of international cooperation is often confused with good heart capacity. Here, in fact do not prepare people from the high ideals, but by high skills, visions are not taught, but projects do not develop opinions, but practical tools.
In an environment that turmoil was hard not to meet other interesting people, and this last fragment of 2009 it is also accredited some nascent beautiful friendship.
From Addis Ababa on my spirit traveler was forcibly quelled, but not dormant: this year even as a New Year move to wild beaches (in fact, opt for the Eternal City with the girl friend and some good Persian) 2010 is clearly useful and very intense.
Why I'm going to take advantage of me, at least physical proximity to you, and spend more time together as possible: visit you, come along, tell me and listen while you told.
To avoid the risk of failure, these are my current contacts
3772186728 (the proud PosteMobile phone area code like Soviet)
0236693287 (the economic numbers from the home phone Spiderman red and blue)
Viale Jenner 65, MILAN (the address where to go if you go with Milan spent in excess).

The other day, I do not remember where I read about a man who in life had to slide down from where it went. Many people climb to the top before realizing that the slide is too tight, or maybe they are too wide, or simply are afraid to let slip. And there's nothing worse than having to go down a ramp going from ladders.
today I feel almost at the top of the lineup, which soon leave the grip to slip a fast ramp of a thousand calls.
Bringing you all with me, mes amis.
Big hugs Milanese
Tommy

Smallest Marked In Micrometer

The first time they saw the hyenas of Harar was starvation.
The city was not then nothing more than an encampment of nomads, and chickens and goats roamed among the tents. A sumptuous meal and easy for those nocturnal hunters, who increasingly began to raid cattle, often without getting any scruples to attack even human beings.
Long before the Arabs think of building a wall, some of the nomads who lived in the city occurred an unusual pact, a treaty of non-aggression: so they learned to feed the hyenas, and hyenas to trust them ( and only them). It was the fourteenth century, from father to son the tradition has been continued until now: the men of hyenas are there, just steps away from us, and move the animals from small pieces of raw meat sticks. Then it's up to you, and hyenas at the end of the first suspicious agree to be fed by a stranger if introduced and accompanied by their human confidant. E 'emotion impressive, coming face to face with a predator to its natural state, while in the dark night of the barking dogs frightened resonate within the walls.
Harar was this, plus a white medina of the Arabic-influenced and markets one of the most colorful I've visited, thanks to the colorful clothes of women Harare. Among the stalls all the ethnic mix of Eastern Ethiopia, the Somalis with their gaudy earrings, the skin stripped from afar for ornamental reasons (as well as hierarchical: in men, scarification by counting the number of enemies killed in battle) , and the flavor of this border city so different from the rest of the country was also witnessed by Rimbaud, who spent two years running away from here Francia borghese.
Il paesaggio che la circonda, arido e collinare, è impreziosito da quella che gli italiani occupanti battezzarono la Valle delle Meraviglie, dove pinnacoli di roccia si innalzano, spesso in bilico l'uno sull'altro, da entrambe le sponde di una valle ricoperta da una bassa foresta di cactus (e ovviamente noi a farne le spese nell'impresa di arrivare in cima).
Da un estremo all'altro, dopo Harar ci siamo diretti nel profondo Sud del paese, per tastare un po' di quell'Africa tanto inflazionata fatta di praterie, savane e animali esotici. Il panorama che ti si staglia davanti sulle alture di Arba Minch (città polverosa e anonima) è di quelli che ti si imprimono nella retina: on the one hand the mirror of reddish water (high concentration of iron minerals in the water) known as Lake Abaya, its opposite the blue waters of Lake Chamo, in the middle of what locals call The Bridge of God, or a series of hills covered with lush vegetation that divides the two lakes. The wonder is that right behind those hills lies a vast savannah known Nechisar, white grass in Amharic, and home to one of the most diverse and spectacular natural parks of Ethiopia.
So off to the frames: the shining herds of hippos from the skin that you can not get near the boat because of their extreme aggression, the pink flamingos in flight against the backdrop of the mountains multicolored zebra a bit 'secretive that stand out on the myriad of Wavelengths yellow prairie, the shy dik dik hiding in the bush (the deer, not the group), they ignore the baboons Turning to the first height, pelicans that line up in the air against the sun, the majestic spiral horns nyala and the jackal in the night takes you to the exit of the park in front of the jeep running away but too curious to disappear in the vegetation surrounding the track.
Without doubt one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen, but the main attraction has not yet been mentioned. In a bend of Lake Chamo, for reasons mainly due to the seabed in that area that provides presence of large fish, is in fact what the Oromo of Arba Minch Crocodile call the Market: an unnatural concentration of Nile crocodile populations because those banks, and get there by boat is an adventure.
These animals, the largest reptile in the world-they can easily reach seven meters in length, are the undisputed top of the food chain of the park, feeding on zebra as big fish, antelope as a bird lake, and often attack the fishermen of the area (even the year prior to our arrival had killed a reckless pair of German tourists). A knowledge of this, it is easy to hear the uncontrolled increase dell'adrenalina al passaggio di questi sauri a meno di un metro dalla barca (già un po' instabile per conto suo), o sobbalzare quando nell'affollamento della zona uno di loro sbatte contro il fondo in ferro un po' arrugginito.
Un'ultima esperienza difficile da dimenticare, per accomiatarsi da questa fantastica esperienza etiope.
Poi fu il volo, e immediatamente Londra. Durissima ambientarsi, durissima comprendere perchè tanta fretta, tante luci, tante persone: l'Etiopia ci aveva estraniati dal nostro mondo.
A forza di pizza e spaghetti, come di calcio e vecchi amici, ci stiamo ora riprendendo...ma difficilmente questo complesso, meraviglioso e tanto provante viaggio Africa will not remain in a corner of our memory as a definite milestone.
And there's no time to breathe: a new year full of projects scalp to start ... and we will do with Africa in the eyes.
Big hugs again tricolor
Tommy and Jaka

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RETINA OF AFRICA IN ETHIOPIA, ANNO DOMINI 2002

Happy New Year to everyone from Lalibela to the world that is often forgotten in Ethiopia. E 'on 11 September 2009, but for all the inhabitants of the country instead of Menelik is the first day of New Year, which appears to be on the Ethiopian calendar year 2002.
There is a festive atmosphere on the streets the city wants to rebirth and spicy aromas coming out of houses.
Tomorrow we start again, to Addis Ababa and then the East, the Islamic region on the border with Somalia. Tomorrow percoò greet the plateau, the Ethiopian plateau that we have now traveled from one end.
There has unexpected surprises: not everyone can gather to walk in the fog at 3500 meters, including dwarf trees from the Gothic style, and discover themselves suddenly surrounded by a flock of over 600 gelada baboons placid intent to comb and fight to defend own harem. Simiens dei Monti, as well as sensational views, but we brought with us too. But it was only the beginning: the tappa successiva era carica di storia, e il suo nome suona noto a tutti gli italiani. Passando da Adua (sede della famosa battaglia che l'Italia di Crispi perse clamorosamente generando un evento di cui gli etiopi tutti vanno ancora molto orgogliosi, cioè la prima sconfitta di un esercito coloniale della Storia) siamo infatti arrivati ad Axum, antica capitale di una civiltà tanto potente quanto per secoli misconosciuta (si stima fosse l'impero più importante esistente tra quello Romano e quello Persiano, ma sia i primi che i secondi ne ignoravano l'esistenza), che del culto delle steli -incredibilmente ancora in piedi, sebbene misurino più di 24 metri- ha fatto la sua eredità.
Da lì ci siamo spostati ad Adigrat (Border town, dust, and camels), passing a monastery charm extreme: Debre Damos.
Perched on a flat-topped mountain ( Amba, in Amharic), can be reached only by climbing 20 feet up a vertical cliff face, aided by a rope with a rope and milllenaria skin of an ox-drawn Monaco at the top as a skeletal single security apparatus. My hands still sweat at the thought of doing so (while the wise Jaka, recovering from a stomach rebel, chose to stay on the ground), but once I understood how the top was worth it: a world of isolated, self-sufficient and alien to everything around him, came alive in front my eyes nell'idialliaco village that is home to 200 monks in the church and that is the center and heart of life.
Fortunately or unfortunately, the adrenaline would have soon ceased to move: The next day we rented car and driver and we started to explore the wild region of Tigray: canyons, gorges, Ambe, villages of mud and a sun to bend the trees.
tigrina But the real attraction is its churches, often carved on the sides of the mountain and almost unattainable: to admire the frescoes of Maryam Korkor we climbed a steep gravel, we climbed on rocks without safe and unsafe areas we have climbed parallel to the rock cliffs that I prefer not to rethink.
Once again, the result was worth the effort: from the top of the mountain, next to the church, stretched before us an infinite horizon, which crossed Eritrea and there inside was lost.
Another exhausting journey of breathtaking scenery and between all shades of green countryside tigrina, and here we finally come to Lalibela, where the Ethiopian religious architecture reached its zenith undisputed: the underground church (that is carved into the rock) City are perhaps the highlight of the whole plateau, and during the holidays to get the New Year has assured us a mystical atmosphere worthy of their beauty. Hard to forget the stylistic perfection of Beth Yorgis, with a Greek cross and carvings from the refined, as it appears at the bottom of a huge artificial basin dug into the tuff.
Un'Etiopia spectacular and charming then, but in every aspect that is affected by a deadly virus: the isolation faced for millennia. An isolation that has allowed him to preserve artistic treasures of great value, but that on balance has rather damaged, not used to dealing with foreigners like the people close to them (Ethiopia is one of the African countries with the lowest rate immigration, as if they are not call centers in order to bring the family back home), the Ethiopians are often naive and insistent, if not annoying and harassing.
Too busy to be proud of what we have, most (obviously not all) of them is curious about the world beyond national borders, and even the official guides show incompetence also frightening when compared to the standards of neighboring countries .
The same isolation has also exacerbated the religion, which becomes punishing more than saving, and enhances the dogmas in order to preserve the power of the clergy, in Ethiopia there are 6000 priests every 60 doctors. As always, fortunately, is an exception to every rule, and we met many Ethiopians did appreciate the best side of these people. But this does not mean that in 2002 is very difficult to be a faranj in Ethiopia. Let's go ahead anyway
exploration and the new year has begun in the best possible way, a fiery red sun is fading on the gentle slopes surrounding Lalibela.
A hug plateau
Tommy and Jaka

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BETWEEN MUD AND POWER


While the resin incense burning in spreading the scent in the air, coal stove heats up in the feet of Belenesh. When the beans are roasted, their smoke is pushed towards us, and the aroma is so intense as to be unknown even to an Italian.
It 's the coffee ceremony, welcome in a house of Ethiopia.
Belenesh invites us to help you grind the beans in a mortar and pestle to prepare the brew tanks that will be served three times in imitation of porcelain cups with at least two tablespoons of sugar each. Horn of Africa, exactly the Ethiopian region of Kaffa -hence the name-is in fact the original plant whose fruits are much appreciated throughout the world.
The Ethiopians know that and I am proud, as are the fact that Lucy, the first hominid (to be precise austrolopitecus afarensis, but here called Dinqinesh , or "you're beautiful") has been found in their land giving it the name of the cradle of humanity.
Jaka and I are here only for a little over a week, but we're absorbing as much as possible of Ethiopia, flooding in its history, its people and its traditions.
Above all, perhaps what marks us at the moment, the raw ambivalence of what the UN considers the fourth poorest country in the world.
Ethiopia is not in fact a tourist destination, and the few who choose it as such rely on package tours organized by European agencies rather than from independent to savor the everyday reality as well as landscapes. And if Thus the ill-concealed surprise at the sight of the few Ethiopians faranj (white-skinned foreigners, in Amharic) often turns into frenzy to get to know and practice the little English (at best) or groped to sell some item or service (at worst), we also discover when we go totally independent travelers from all their interpretative scheme, arousing interest and curiosity exaggerated.
With all the good but also the hassles that may arise, we are never alone.
Despite this, we quickly learned to dribble unsolicited bids, and so far we are able to enjoy all that Addis Ababa, Bahir Dar e Gondar avevano da offrirci.
La capitale, un confuso caotico e rumoroso miscuglio di fango e potere (che lascia lo spazio di una strada tra una delle principali baraccopoli e il lussuoso palazzo del Primo Ministro), ci ha aiutato a prendere le misure di questo paese a noi nuovo, regalandoci la vista dello scheletro di Lucy e l'emozione di assistere alla preghiera cantata al mausoleo di Beta Maryam (il credo etiope, unico al mondo, è un cristianesimo di derivazione copta egiziana vissuto intensamente dalla popolazione e spesso pervaso da un forte misticismo).
Una volta sull'altopiano, Gondar ci ha sorpreso svelandoci un'Africa di castelli seicenteschi dalle torri merlate e dall'atmosfera medievale, a surreal experience lived so far from Camelot. But it was definitely Bahir Dar on the shores of Lake Tana, for us so far left an indelible mark: to share the daily life of an Ethiopian family who hosted us for three days in his mud house without even the bathroom, was the more faithful mirror of a reality only photographed back in the tourist brochures.
The injera (a type of flatbread made of a local grain called Teff that Ethiopians use as a dish and pour on which various types of condiments) of Belenesh, wine Yordanos craft, stories of childhood tigrina the householder Kidane, ambitions and hopes of us Aizier have catapulted us into daily life far away, in contact with the earth and from her employees.
In those days, the wonderful painted monasteries of Lake Tana and Blue Nile Falls (the source of which we have been bugged by a rotund hippopotamus among the papyrus) were just wonderful side dish.
We are going to leave, to a trek to the mountains Simiens populated by herds of gelada baboons we know new surprises in store for us and spectacular views from its more than 3000 meters.
Our Horn of Africa continues, and so the portarvici with us.
Big hugs anointed injera and shiro
Tommy and Jaka

Deaf Man In The Shteeble Chords

Meetings ... Meeting

A walk around the Ghiraia Complex ...





Ghiraia Walking around the Complex ...

Recognition Day Welcome Address

the ancient heart of black Africa

Africa and 'the ancestral cradle of the human being.
Africa: a large area at least ten times in Europe, 50 states that are home to more than 10000 2000 languages \u200b\u200band dialects, 700 million people ranging from fatalism endogenous and exogenous pietism.
The Africa of shared guilt, slavery and colonization, the big men fathers today's masters of entire nations, denied the genocide and failed states , the scourge of AIDS and children soldier.
Black Africa is often portrayed that all points of view, or the opposite mythologized without objectivity of the great number of patients that calls Grill africafilia terminal state.
I never believed in the dichotomy, and this wonderful and long summer will allow me to get rid of another big tapestry Manichean, that of the black continent, if I even hoped to snatch some shade, I have to point to the heart.
And for many the heart of Africa is the only country on the European colonialists winner (against an Italy at Adowa in disarray), the residence of the Queen of Sheba and later the legendary Prester John, the land on which our oldest ancestor is found.
I leave for Ethiopia tomorrow I'll get to Addis Ababa on Tuesday morning, in the middle of the rainy season.
By Jaka, run in the summer of 2008 from Cuba, is expected to forty days to savor, share, take full advantage of telling without mediation.
My depart from Addis Ababa Ethiopia, but will move soon to the plateau of the historic circuit, continue towards the Muslim east, finally come to the endless savannahs in the South populated by tribes of hunters and gatherers. All this crossing inhospitable deserts where faranj (white man) is not always welcome, on mountains, which spurs lurk Coptic monasteries, lakes where crocodiles gather colonies of the Nile.
In short, the adrenaline will be a cornerstone of the journey, but without wishing to risk accepting the idea that Ethiopia is not Iceland.
The first trauma is already a major blow: Novel by Benjamin Button are all younger than ten years rasandomi shave for hygiene reasons, and I have yet to accept my appearance teenager found.
But it will soon go into the background to understand why Africa's priorities will be Africans, carrying a priceless treasure trove of oral culture. As I once told a dear friend from Ghana, in Africa dies every time an elder is like burning a library.
But the Romans - possibly ignoring - they wrote on the maps at the continent under the Mediterranean hic sunt leones : there are only the lions.
declare war on the dichotomy of the millennium, and I dive from Tuesday nell'Etiopia that will help me to understand a little 'of this huge mosaic of peoples, colors and stories.
In the ancient heart of black Africa.
A hug Amharic
Tommy

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PETIT A STAY A LONG SERIES OF STROKES

from the Arctic to the Mediterranean, with no stops.
islands still are, but between Iceland and Corsica lag distances to read anything.

not It is the kind of trip would never have done if I had chosen: the right goal but the wrong time, just the company but different expectations, not just the route but decided to pursue the optimal car. In spite of everything ', mediation e'valsa punishment: Negin has not only allowed to take a nice vacation with her sister (piu'consorte), two dear friends and her boyfriend, but has also offered the possibility to myself' back al viaggio con il buon vecchio Lollo (anche se i fasti latinoamericani sono ancora lontani, relativamente piu´tranquilli come ormai ci crogioliamo di essere...ma sara´vero?).

E seppur le concessioni al viaggio estivo di gruppo siano state campeggi spesso sovraffollati (almeno ai miei occhi, forse viziati dalle deserte lande islandesi), prezzi maggiorati e ridotto contatto con la popolazione locale, le conquiste sindacali da me ottenute (viaggio itinerante in tenda dai costi ridotti al minimo indispensabile, piu´suddivisione funzionale delle attivita´: a chi piace la lucertolite passiva la spiaggia, a chi la odia -come il sottoscritto- l´auto per visitare l´isola) hanno fatto si che I have enjoyed his time in Corsica also piu'glamour.

Corsica A bleak and harsh at times, but mostly covered by Mediterranean maquis (the maquis, en francais), which gives it smells, looks and tastes, and that the interior is transformed into beautiful forest montana. A sea and sun of Corsica constant, but also landscapes of granite to be conquered along the famous streets ran from the corners overlooking the infinite sea.

We were able to dive in the waves but also in his past (the impressive standing stones carved megalithic era Filitosa), to enjoy its beaches but also its architectural wealth (Whose flagship e'Bonifacio, perched on the cliff so as not to stand by it), to hear the silent underwater flora and its inhabitants (the turtles housed at the center "Cupulatta," the research and protection piu'grande of tortoises in Europe), and to discover the secrets of its bays as its peaks (the picturesque stone village of Ota and the wonderful rock formations that frame the sunset on Calanches ocher of the Plan).
And do not forget our side eternally adolescent, we also granted an afternoon at the Adventure Park Forest Vizzavona: a series of raised walks (up to 25 meters high) crumbling among trees, divided levels in difficolta'e be done with the help of ubiquitous rescue carabiners. Bridges, lianas, pulleys and suspended nets: the first adolescent e'invecchiato very quickly, and to those like me who suffer from vertigo began to suffer from tachycardia.
La Corse, enfin: a land of strange story, but never won more subdued (as attested by the silent witnesses of a rebellion never dormant, such as road signs riddled with bullet holes, or the Moor's head symbol of the island whose adhesive covers F of France under the stars of the European Union on local license plates of cars), but able to give us-but with discretion to ten days of precious memories.

And now? There are in Bavaria, this spieghero'anche soon.

Meanwhile, Big hugs to brocciu (cheese course that put just about anywhere)

Tommy

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Sailing slowly without the aid of the engine, the only presence of the Arctic Ocean, in the company's perpetual sunshine that has forgotten to disappear over the horizon.
Please be patient as the waves they need to breathe, the largest animals that the land in its history has never had the pleasure to host.
admire them closer to the surface of the water, touch it and cross it with a delicacy unexpected given their size, and predict that trace the semicircle arching their backs and closing the performance with a spectacular backlash.
finally realizing that the bay remains silent, waiting for the snow-capped mountains, the wind lessened in awe of whales that pass through the waters in search of food in North Iceland.
Husavik of these wonderful animals and I still remember a long series of infinities.
Maybe because now they are already tornato negli spazi rinascimentali (dunque, stretti) e nella dimensione cittadina di Firenze, forse perchè devo ancora somatizzare la grandezza del paese di ghiaccio e di fuoco, ma resta il fatto che nessun passato prossimo nè presente semplice sembra adattarsi tanto bene quanto l'infinito a descrivere l'ultima parte di quel viaggio.
Annichilire davanti alla potenza della cascata più grande d'Europa, a Dettifoss, dove l'acqua non si interessa di apparire bianca in quanto la sua forza non gli permette di distinguere i detriti che erode senza sosta nella sua corsa al mare, e che crea cosi una immensa e continua valanga di acqua "sporca" protetta da un muro di vapore.
Be amazed (because stupefy sounds bad) on top of a ridge that overlooks the canyon Jokulsagljofur (at least two weeks to learn how to pronounce it), excavated over the centuries by glacial streams and floods caused by eruptions of subterranean lakes inside the glaciers melt.
walk in, watch these streams below freezing (swearing in Icelandic) and realize that no cards, no special effects, nature once again the architect of aesthetic perfection.
losses incurred in the valley of the rocks echo basalt sculptures without an author, and say goodbye to the country from the top of a peak of rhyolite (a mineral from several bright colors) that divides what has been since your return home.
Yes, a long series of infinite is the only form that I have to remember, and to tell the tale.
Why not provide an infinite term, and take them with you even once home, once back to your projects in progress.
who are currently a summer course in Pisa (high school education at St. Anne, the title certainly interesting Working in a hostile environment, tools to aid worker ), a bit 'of time spent with old friends and Negin, and defining the near field on which the tent pegs will plant the banner of its low cost. It's going to run a week, maybe a week Bavarian rendez vous to allow the shutters of two sisters who are waiting for the summer to meet again. And then, in late August, Africa returns to attract no escape: Ethiopia at the end will be, in part, on the move in part (but yet to be determined) a possible consulting contract.
And at the end of the road is developed the mirage of a master in Milan (Milan?), An opportunity to be seized in the month of harvest and on which there will be updates soon.
And how are your projects? My wish is simple: which continue the endless, happy holidays all ...
Embrace lilies
Tommy

PS: They still do not know, but even if a wire was not able to send him to London, my wedding gift travels to Torino ... a journey of Travel is now yours, Daria and Michael. Complimentoni, guys! :)

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INFINITI OF ICE AND FIRE

independent people. So he called the most important book of Icelandic literature, one hundred years of solitude by a farmer whose only goal and 'to gain independence from bosses, politicians, banks and perhaps also by the inexorable transformation of a world that no longer belongs to the old Norse sagas. Writing it, Halldor Laxness (Nobel Prize in 1955) has ably summarized the essence of a people, always out of the world but never enough to do without. And today, reclusive and self-employed, but cold hard-working, Icelanders seem to have finally emancipated from everything, except by their own Iceland.

A 'Iceland ice and fire, land of contrasts geological and lunar landscapes, where the extreme becomes so widespread as to be almost predictable. An 'island that does not allow those who live to underestimate it, which, with its whims and its capricious climate exhibitionism plasma Icelanders as a tyrant forge his subjects.

Since the last report and the Arctic 'Just over a week, and yet this country has revealed that a variety' of fronts that we were left stunned, we are passed by the stacks on the black sand beach of Vik the glacier 'extended Europe (Vatnajokull, as wide as the Umbria, as well as' the third ice sheet in the world after Antarctica and Greenland), the glacial lagoon, on which huge icebergs floating Jokulsarlon known as (among whom we scooted to the edge a strange amphibious meta 'boat meta' pick up) to the expanses of rubble and lava souvenir of some eruption covering the south east coast, called Sandur.

And we remain astonished in front of such blatant evidence of the power of Mother Nature, in front of an Earth System and of which 'part in the same way as all other living beings, without infamy and without praise. But Iceland does not leave you time to enjoy its majesty ', and' eager to be surprised again, so you find yourself walking on an active volcano (the Krafla, including solfataras that tarnish the landscape with their smoke, boiling mud pools of a bright yellow and a brisk smell of sulfur), or bike along the 40 km of Lake Myvatn (where you can admire the imposing bizarre dark rocks that emerge from the center of the lake, pseudo craters created by boiling water under the lava exploded and cathedrals lava before the refresh fresh milk of a farm on the road), or still entranced by the beauty of extreme Svartifoss, framed by a cascade of black basalt prisms that appears suddenly in the green valley of Skaftafell.

Iceland But although this is a spectacularly beautiful country, his city 'is unforgettable: urban areas without grace, whose main center and' often the bus station, often located in some dingy parking area .

We had almost lost hope, when we were also surprised about this: e 'appeared Seydisfjordur, a charming secret of Iceland.

A town not yet invaded by the tourist masses of brightly colored wooden houses, which lies downstream of a fjord surrounded by tongues of ice from which hundreds of waterfalls poetically down to the sea.

Paddling a kayak through the fjord, on fresh water ice and sulfur bitter, I realized the truth 'about this country is not a compromise: an island of ice and fire is not can 'be friends, but only love - a passionate and exaggerated, as she looks - and for what'.

Big hugs lava

Tommy and Julie

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The ghiraia can be rented from May to mid October.

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The house is located in Cavi Di Lavagna, near Genoa on the Gulf of Tigullio and exactly half way between Portofino and 5 Terre National Park to reach, as well as by car, by train from Sestri cables or Levante where he stopped all long distance trains to and from Milan and Turin.

The apartment is ideally situated by the sea panoramic view and sun exposure from morning till evening.
Excellent for autumn and winter due to the mild climate that characterizes the Ligurian coast and making it perfect for "winter" during the coldest months of the year or simply to spend a weekend or a short vacation.

But it is definitely in the summer you can enjoy this apartment, with its large terrace on the roof equipped with barbeque and outdoor tables to eat in the evening in a unique atmosphere.

Within: 75 square meters consisting of lounge, kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms, utility room. Availability cellar.

We also offer parking space, important in summer as in all area parking lots are nowhere to be found! Although the machine will not help you since you can reach the sea directly from home!

Also: air conditioning, climate control, doppivetri.

rent summer May

700

June 1500 July 2400 August 2700

September 1500

second home or an annual contract with no residence, (900 euro per month).

AVAILABILITY 'from April 2010

CONTACT: cell 3496189003