tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44649982401810781512024-03-05T08:00:35.473-08:00lifetime motorbike trip (by segments)Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-60547546657587199712010-09-23T10:43:00.000-07:002010-09-23T11:46:05.030-07:00the crazy camel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1ilq0AinMQf8USAY3tGyu8a6OrTooSazxzztwNbim_90xukJtsoL0QwqVNjtliHWZxvmHLVmz_K7PCH1CQNE_ZC_oPBm6xCfzAgWmPM5c3Iv89WnEzdtGONAOymrPDV2l6Oxij3CNSXD/s1600/camel+crossing.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1ilq0AinMQf8USAY3tGyu8a6OrTooSazxzztwNbim_90xukJtsoL0QwqVNjtliHWZxvmHLVmz_K7PCH1CQNE_ZC_oPBm6xCfzAgWmPM5c3Iv89WnEzdtGONAOymrPDV2l6Oxij3CNSXD/s400/camel+crossing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520170776129079298" /></a><br /><br />Pues sí, efectivamente, me he venido a Túnez. Así que voy a ser un buen turista y a colgar las imagenes que cualquier turista bueno espera ver en Túnez. Como un dromedario.<br /><br />That´s right. I've come to Tunisia. So I am gonna be a good tourist and post it the tipical images any good tourist wants to see in Tunisia, like a camel. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCy3KMVwGy8Z3PUcA2LhIDE05fpGDeqTRrRXWW6Q3ElPMGPyF88NKVXCrgCKjp4YcXDx4e0rvIZrydq5aIu5QdnMrrYpFw5tuFdsdGPOHattvYMaJHfsneq8Tr1cmOpvksmw3KdgfdM3O/s1600/me+beside+sunk+bike.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCy3KMVwGy8Z3PUcA2LhIDE05fpGDeqTRrRXWW6Q3ElPMGPyF88NKVXCrgCKjp4YcXDx4e0rvIZrydq5aIu5QdnMrrYpFw5tuFdsdGPOHattvYMaJHfsneq8Tr1cmOpvksmw3KdgfdM3O/s400/me+beside+sunk+bike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520169761659422514" /></a><br /><br />Un tipo encallado en la arena del Sahara.<br /><br />A guy sunk in Sahara sand.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxufI8vcUVIyrkAEmt6YJgEoayrMVHG2y4xbWSPGjg69Na3QTMT4njy4dKEWCuq568CwmMz76YKvUzqDX_jLGA43fhCie2zH9QuoUNnJ9jMCr6_77xGPo33gPNJOlFBjwgvUYNDn2hljc/s1600/palm+tree+jungle.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxufI8vcUVIyrkAEmt6YJgEoayrMVHG2y4xbWSPGjg69Na3QTMT4njy4dKEWCuq568CwmMz76YKvUzqDX_jLGA43fhCie2zH9QuoUNnJ9jMCr6_77xGPo33gPNJOlFBjwgvUYNDn2hljc/s400/palm+tree+jungle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520169756014642802" /></a><br /><br />Un oásis datilero.<br /><br />A palm trees oasis.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPL3em8hNSA2yKXg8j2cndn_CKYnbqyeA1a30hjwi7FTxy4vnD-ds_p4PpuFaWVvVEtNZ5Zkx-uVvIFmkv4GSqYcK7XrCSd3-aAuebbTYtbAOhwzp1AWxc7MRWRHcgT_gVU5vofhtS7mv/s1600/tunisian+roman+gate.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPL3em8hNSA2yKXg8j2cndn_CKYnbqyeA1a30hjwi7FTxy4vnD-ds_p4PpuFaWVvVEtNZ5Zkx-uVvIFmkv4GSqYcK7XrCSd3-aAuebbTYtbAOhwzp1AWxc7MRWRHcgT_gVU5vofhtS7mv/s400/tunisian+roman+gate.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520169745956284834" /></a><br /><br />Una ruina romana.<br /><br />A roman ruin.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhywWhhMTdmz9ZimNeJcCP92EA73mpo66E3JDQ4EpA9nhsl9y1PVt-vuStCb6BPXCnyKXpz5APsHP_5mfXiJE0WWkeI_vJlgFM_nPuiaULeTOqJvepGpSD1Riq2_qto1ZH67g0R79kshe7/s1600/salt+lake+boat+bike+vertical.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhywWhhMTdmz9ZimNeJcCP92EA73mpo66E3JDQ4EpA9nhsl9y1PVt-vuStCb6BPXCnyKXpz5APsHP_5mfXiJE0WWkeI_vJlgFM_nPuiaULeTOqJvepGpSD1Riq2_qto1ZH67g0R79kshe7/s400/salt+lake+boat+bike+vertical.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520166936449882194" /></a><br /><br />Un lago de sal sin agua.<br /><br />A dried salt lake.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBzc4lUXDbqFSZEkn50VuM11W68lQIMnK6FlvzX1omqYpTUPm-Z7-U5l27yI3RFD9mJ1zUaIL6vIkP37-cNafJ3-6iu4ilHiFyF-HD5Pa3tA0Zxd7Bui1M3OSwvcp7u4YIoUa-AK578-T/s1600/tunise+road.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBzc4lUXDbqFSZEkn50VuM11W68lQIMnK6FlvzX1omqYpTUPm-Z7-U5l27yI3RFD9mJ1zUaIL6vIkP37-cNafJ3-6iu4ilHiFyF-HD5Pa3tA0Zxd7Bui1M3OSwvcp7u4YIoUa-AK578-T/s400/tunise+road.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520166925294960866" /></a><br /><br />Una carretera con poco tráfico. <br /><br />A non busy road.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsGQmEG3km-VhAuVd0xWnJljbwX71cpc5-Ri9Rhph1dXq8Zf9eiVrsosDgO9mu-LPJyJz0UzElsFs_3EeZIoyU2GkLPNKETQGzAIo4d7oswFA5-9m3qjvAHm6_QYyah0dWoRqD5_F4Baa/s1600/mammata+house+wiew.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsGQmEG3km-VhAuVd0xWnJljbwX71cpc5-Ri9Rhph1dXq8Zf9eiVrsosDgO9mu-LPJyJz0UzElsFs_3EeZIoyU2GkLPNKETQGzAIo4d7oswFA5-9m3qjvAHm6_QYyah0dWoRqD5_F4Baa/s400/mammata+house+wiew.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520166917580640130" /></a><br /><br />Una casa "troglodita" berebere excavada en el suelo.<br /><br />A dug berebere house. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxdgCoag3br2z9ix1Hqq6C-K1ZjMo1OpvjNuZBUBEJ3HteVqnRnLe27MrcZyzkDoqXw4xPWhDsW-9xRWnmvwJfJksSIqVcMdHyhGxfWXWz8rMwCwJ_2aZnaAl-YNWFj7VcCbQGWQ8r0a3/s1600/in+the+ruin.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxdgCoag3br2z9ix1Hqq6C-K1ZjMo1OpvjNuZBUBEJ3HteVqnRnLe27MrcZyzkDoqXw4xPWhDsW-9xRWnmvwJfJksSIqVcMdHyhGxfWXWz8rMwCwJ_2aZnaAl-YNWFj7VcCbQGWQ8r0a3/s400/in+the+ruin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520173506988938866" /></a><br /><br />Un yacimiento arqueológico bizantino protegido por la Unesco.<br /><br />An archeologic site Unesco protectedMiquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-78198570172111171792010-09-20T22:49:00.000-07:002010-09-21T00:35:10.136-07:00No place like Home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikR0fOVVtEMrSaiPLPDMks6laxwNYxNTlKwXhlPmFeBrqlK83_LLcanm_iWz-DsCdEq8IFF73KRnc41dVzuZeC266ddtBaIZsiM6Y8vfD_rnGnKoRdqMyB3xWsxWZBYMMayFFFX37i5ETa/s1600/no+place+like+home.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB36hMLxPbsi3ojCYTVDfD0T5PLv-kN9DGEpv1OxlQsAyVbsfCFBx4DfnVIshPCbueQqmGz8u6mO-ZFpZdFZUHoCOIxjz9uFjE54WyOBC5H_WI_zIcuYL4IJuKdnf7ObUqGGjo9sUHBDkv/s400/tunis+fishermen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519240843634340770" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhCAdf32KU7BIlo8NT1Oo_GNCofjWiSrie6aTKQAqtH8fsDPracLkl2IHK2oaRBbZT-LU4Hs5NAQhXe0XsbmbtHc_Iuoqw4Z4VuK8u0nRbumQwhWZZdYd1SB2mos5fTF02_ptfbEeGH0l/s1600/sunset+at+gab%C3%A9s.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhCAdf32KU7BIlo8NT1Oo_GNCofjWiSrie6aTKQAqtH8fsDPracLkl2IHK2oaRBbZT-LU4Hs5NAQhXe0XsbmbtHc_Iuoqw4Z4VuK8u0nRbumQwhWZZdYd1SB2mos5fTF02_ptfbEeGH0l/s400/sunset+at+gab%C3%A9s.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519240838996947042" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-22609395744811795632010-09-20T01:04:00.000-07:002010-09-20T01:25:24.432-07:00Sicilian Job<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkCjLe7bU3V7pi8WwaFTZlA1NOT2wjyutAn5Qx7RijQzjAckQY-0EM67qyuFtYLHq7eq9rQqQJmd1U3lFWmllFGGPsot5x89PVCJkwqxW4tGzkL8ddB8dFTRTS3FvG2xhlg_45C78nWLN/s1600/palermo+barcellona+exploramoto.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkCjLe7bU3V7pi8WwaFTZlA1NOT2wjyutAn5Qx7RijQzjAckQY-0EM67qyuFtYLHq7eq9rQqQJmd1U3lFWmllFGGPsot5x89PVCJkwqxW4tGzkL8ddB8dFTRTS3FvG2xhlg_45C78nWLN/s400/palermo+barcellona+exploramoto.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518906672627476850" /></a><br /><br />Here we are, in Sicilia. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwiVXlXlldB7Vt4domWN3gsPUCwVUUWHP_CJUVv939ExHZldvQDcF0TxyQFlymhsCdrMGrD5WamZhXmJlBgiI1qTliCj64lTYJ_UB6UD0ub5CeIVuNdoOaOLcEJpoLfm4zztRu3gOhLc-U/s1600/me+at+sicilia+signal.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwiVXlXlldB7Vt4domWN3gsPUCwVUUWHP_CJUVv939ExHZldvQDcF0TxyQFlymhsCdrMGrD5WamZhXmJlBgiI1qTliCj64lTYJ_UB6UD0ub5CeIVuNdoOaOLcEJpoLfm4zztRu3gOhLc-U/s400/me+at+sicilia+signal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518906663349736290" /></a><br /><br />Where the trash and the smoke dirt the most beautiful land in World built by an Etna vomit. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFPicQhF_kxeWFlVt4aBtOkKYenC7hsI4ILwCH1muCiH_h7wl__MDtCpPq57ZXfxXFAesxez4C5m52hJVS-i_mFi9mW-WmwIwncjidGQxulHzZCU_HvfcqT9o84S_jk746Rw-JTX9qbZ0T/s1600/sicilian+path+to+lake.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFPicQhF_kxeWFlVt4aBtOkKYenC7hsI4ILwCH1muCiH_h7wl__MDtCpPq57ZXfxXFAesxez4C5m52hJVS-i_mFi9mW-WmwIwncjidGQxulHzZCU_HvfcqT9o84S_jk746Rw-JTX9qbZ0T/s400/sicilian+path+to+lake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518906676580300098" /></a><br /><br />The island is made of lava and nothing seems to be what it is.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiqyzAhilJZc5-jaEAyR2NSqwSjFsbaDfXQEclk5jSFJgVVnC2BkqWm6ZEAxLJvtS2-ocm7S6PfzJG7-EaJcMYf-DcUR-Vb9ELi5zvkAheTtC6Krm-zQSELHsEdBDW61q02decqD5PIKT/s1600/corleone+signal.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiqyzAhilJZc5-jaEAyR2NSqwSjFsbaDfXQEclk5jSFJgVVnC2BkqWm6ZEAxLJvtS2-ocm7S6PfzJG7-EaJcMYf-DcUR-Vb9ELi5zvkAheTtC6Krm-zQSELHsEdBDW61q02decqD5PIKT/s400/corleone+signal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518906656254717202" /></a><br /><br />I will tell you something about the Sicilian character. I visited Corleone, the small town which is so famous because the Coppola’s Godfather. Nothing there remember it, no mafia souvenir shops, no t-shirts or sticker. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQJZrFs3sRm7U7RmgtEMScUincoYd4lQ4snoC4nT0-6286F0PHBn2XngpljvX4ocKyTbTqJFlXLuPJbER-Xj4re-ytI-ZIuT5oQccyisSOomQLP7YeaX6uFGmjsr2ovi3GIYw5lBDFqpw/s1600/sicilian+veterans.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQJZrFs3sRm7U7RmgtEMScUincoYd4lQ4snoC4nT0-6286F0PHBn2XngpljvX4ocKyTbTqJFlXLuPJbER-Xj4re-ytI-ZIuT5oQccyisSOomQLP7YeaX6uFGmjsr2ovi3GIYw5lBDFqpw/s400/sicilian+veterans.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518906700148471794" /></a><br /><br /><br />I had a look at the DVD rental store. No Godfather I, II or III. Nor even one Mafia film. No Mafia in Corleone and do not make jokes about. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfnPCtyEertBfnuTsE7HKIeKlaMSj4J-RifH-DZMJHN28DlupaU0FJuPTkd_I9pnZJFR0qCxb8TNIbb_X6nVooQQEH6mbXeX3QmYsJUwIesdEDa1qK6WdvTA6o9vISWq50BKIPsP2wQ3M/s1600/calabria+guy.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfnPCtyEertBfnuTsE7HKIeKlaMSj4J-RifH-DZMJHN28DlupaU0FJuPTkd_I9pnZJFR0qCxb8TNIbb_X6nVooQQEH6mbXeX3QmYsJUwIesdEDa1qK6WdvTA6o9vISWq50BKIPsP2wQ3M/s400/calabria+guy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518908295591505218" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-34598664240056364622010-09-18T22:26:00.000-07:002010-09-18T22:46:24.471-07:00Spaghetti Western<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4k1U5eKZ0VgsVe9B1pui9XV19UqWujmqNnDgPPAaDY69HoFMYF2jWmGg9pLT4rWwUO2G1dv0tqkiyw_-bo10mIPHUj-HSM1n9zxI2TGXMU2EpYoVq2pULsw_C1QV3vqcYIWvFYZ2-yWoR/s1600/amalfi+dark+horizon+-+copia.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4k1U5eKZ0VgsVe9B1pui9XV19UqWujmqNnDgPPAaDY69HoFMYF2jWmGg9pLT4rWwUO2G1dv0tqkiyw_-bo10mIPHUj-HSM1n9zxI2TGXMU2EpYoVq2pULsw_C1QV3vqcYIWvFYZ2-yWoR/s400/amalfi+dark+horizon+-+copia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518492782643068178" /></a><br /><br />I arrived to Brindisi in a beautiful morning. I put on Jackie and went to Naples to see the Mafia. The city is the most chaotic traffic jam I’ve ever seen. Noisy and crowed seems to explode in any moment like the Vesubian volcano. We would get caught in stone like the Pompeian dog. But meanwhile the explosion happens, napolitans are too busy going to visit their mama and eat her home made pasta. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCBTq_FknBCg13sQXI7qB3Ov7eRkzc9clSxokaxuWiF_2ZnDvKHrdO_gQrQtD1jocBhYoBB5GCZMrP0Ot2HFreUFpAkl43VoILseT05FgDl2X0n8omcD4_9zCTdgQkEU9C4y_XmXhyvmA1/s1600/police+accident.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCBTq_FknBCg13sQXI7qB3Ov7eRkzc9clSxokaxuWiF_2ZnDvKHrdO_gQrQtD1jocBhYoBB5GCZMrP0Ot2HFreUFpAkl43VoILseT05FgDl2X0n8omcD4_9zCTdgQkEU9C4y_XmXhyvmA1/s400/police+accident.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518492771739499890" /></a><br /><br />From Naples to the South I rode the Amalfitan coast. Wonderful slaughter house. Beautiful risky, narrow and twisted road they use like a race track while they keep talking on their telefoninos. If my heart could resist it, I won’t never die of sad love or heart atack.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGEZe29Sdd_ECvxOBPTOrQ-uoIdazL09CQ1cV60qR9oJ2CShzN0SYKeTbzcfxDCTIA09dv5iWcKj6mSbAUBabW5lAPBRA1lRV6LnLASrBHEyOWdRQ4fnlIg3zFu71MCZU-Av_C9ajMTdV/s1600/napoli+castle.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGEZe29Sdd_ECvxOBPTOrQ-uoIdazL09CQ1cV60qR9oJ2CShzN0SYKeTbzcfxDCTIA09dv5iWcKj6mSbAUBabW5lAPBRA1lRV6LnLASrBHEyOWdRQ4fnlIg3zFu71MCZU-Av_C9ajMTdV/s400/napoli+castle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518492776493594434" /></a><br /><br />I took the ferry and crossed the Messina Gap. It has been my second time. The first one was 20 years ago, when I was almost 20 years old. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TR-Jm01XEcXQZFWbTsqXzY6a_5rVlx2CfJnBOEhEyaBpeXrGOxVNr4Qe-gmlUk38Zo-VCxP8S-7L8Q52v7LwdMyjT4q09oE1rvup2NFBSbKkKFNrKggrA7qzimU3Zi7SpjTSlp7rIeut/s1600/amalfi+church+vertical.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TR-Jm01XEcXQZFWbTsqXzY6a_5rVlx2CfJnBOEhEyaBpeXrGOxVNr4Qe-gmlUk38Zo-VCxP8S-7L8Q52v7LwdMyjT4q09oE1rvup2NFBSbKkKFNrKggrA7qzimU3Zi7SpjTSlp7rIeut/s400/amalfi+church+vertical.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518492785172734930" /></a><br /><br />I travel to find my self. Standing on the deck I found out that the tango song is false when it says 20 years are nothing. 20 years are the long period of life I waste just to find my self crossing again the Messina Gap.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KWOGTcbA-9Ka2EuIIKbpIRfeOqEd4BswCuT-doGB-o8M03k26j499jTWhNv5E6WI5K1lzbePrsQLJfmeyyiFbfe06wKN5VHD9Uvd2wYvkOfR61_HsNUsxZLp-pvX_oq6tUVUOP96xwNF/s1600/furore+bike.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KWOGTcbA-9Ka2EuIIKbpIRfeOqEd4BswCuT-doGB-o8M03k26j499jTWhNv5E6WI5K1lzbePrsQLJfmeyyiFbfe06wKN5VHD9Uvd2wYvkOfR61_HsNUsxZLp-pvX_oq6tUVUOP96xwNF/s400/furore+bike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518492795410116658" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-29197357705570721782010-09-18T14:55:00.000-07:002010-09-18T15:17:33.958-07:00Greek salad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ZG92YUuDFa2P7inwJvF55mNFPu4ZIlZI4Hvlnl7DDfv3LriIzH8OXWMcKJ9FCCW22RyoXKWmsEaoh9Xhrfjz-2oyxBjlkPxOWm5TgHcRjeMbnfpqAMRM58dA58NC2YKeOCJRpAYpWxEl/s1600/greek+priest.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ZG92YUuDFa2P7inwJvF55mNFPu4ZIlZI4Hvlnl7DDfv3LriIzH8OXWMcKJ9FCCW22RyoXKWmsEaoh9Xhrfjz-2oyxBjlkPxOWm5TgHcRjeMbnfpqAMRM58dA58NC2YKeOCJRpAYpWxEl/s400/greek+priest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518376642844311042" /></a><br /><br /><br />GREEK SALAD<br /><br />I got away from Albania by boat, like the illegal emigrants who want to set up a new life in our paradise called Europe (the question is: Albania isn’t Europe as well?). But I did not have to hide my self at the border because my clean UE Passport and my working credit card. Some others are not so lucky and come here just to hit the Wall. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivY-dbJNOKNLeq6UxemWjcNxTWkEPA03A44A82vDi2Jo2sup71uFeVc7v7QMUeua1f_agyIokQjR5IqiyD4IhOQu8edQTTSnE7-KRg3_0nVO9KXiWhudS4yPhHjn-5CtWGnA1yMq93t5ym/s1600/joro%C3%B1a+bike.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivY-dbJNOKNLeq6UxemWjcNxTWkEPA03A44A82vDi2Jo2sup71uFeVc7v7QMUeua1f_agyIokQjR5IqiyD4IhOQu8edQTTSnE7-KRg3_0nVO9KXiWhudS4yPhHjn-5CtWGnA1yMq93t5ym/s400/joro%C3%B1a+bike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518376667209030546" /></a><br /><br />I arrived to Corfu. This is the other side of the same shore. From the Albanian port of Sarande you can see the beautiful Greek Island. Just few miles gap but two completely different worlds split up by the same sea. Nothing but goats in the east side, but in the other one you will find goats driving cars and drinking ouzo.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjJbKACmJ26WLkteYxGHKtXeyZ1I5B322hAH3-H6QR3BOCk3yod9HGEtI9WE3EMMGv0TPG6v8uvwBY6eYlGNyBFPnDzmOrcGjvK5qBnx7ZF_cIzN00DqZ2CorwGpcio7yVJ2Gz6QPWpdT/s1600/angelokastro+handlenar.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjJbKACmJ26WLkteYxGHKtXeyZ1I5B322hAH3-H6QR3BOCk3yod9HGEtI9WE3EMMGv0TPG6v8uvwBY6eYlGNyBFPnDzmOrcGjvK5qBnx7ZF_cIzN00DqZ2CorwGpcio7yVJ2Gz6QPWpdT/s400/angelokastro+handlenar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518376653898850866" /></a><br /><br />When I was waiting the ferry to leave Greece, the police checked all the trucks and they came across to guys hidden in. The cops also dismantled all my stuff looking for the heroin I should carry from Uzbekistan (they saw my passport).<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4-sfRYWr-QD7davO-Zns5X_W5XojxiCg1sf0uOXtYwjus0aVovccw_eOWZmziOVfG4HUuUwblrxmpLlx9PsXDk3d7qHemULQTCQkU6jOsAN0SCTrXFWBi9DB84HOVjI6SdNwaK-arSWD/s1600/tedisho+ciennes+y+cienes+de+veces.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4-sfRYWr-QD7davO-Zns5X_W5XojxiCg1sf0uOXtYwjus0aVovccw_eOWZmziOVfG4HUuUwblrxmpLlx9PsXDk3d7qHemULQTCQkU6jOsAN0SCTrXFWBi9DB84HOVjI6SdNwaK-arSWD/s400/tedisho+ciennes+y+cienes+de+veces.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518376661375835522" /></a><br /><br />I asked where were they from. “Afghanistan”, was the answer. “How do they come”, I insisted. “Walking”, was the answer. Ok, I am an adventure rider because I am having fun, but they are real heroes just because hunger. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiquXPyj8gYcGErPwhoLnYRFcfEuIKDY95CW-iYAdlD6bLqcmwVb11SNSO4rMiifzyljoCU7hs3imHZ58C0tr9K0ey2O7ZQntJh4fRQQJj5NyUOojcWoquX9ASRmNuMeASbQVUjYFwhyafk/s1600/corfu+boats.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiquXPyj8gYcGErPwhoLnYRFcfEuIKDY95CW-iYAdlD6bLqcmwVb11SNSO4rMiifzyljoCU7hs3imHZ58C0tr9K0ey2O7ZQntJh4fRQQJj5NyUOojcWoquX9ASRmNuMeASbQVUjYFwhyafk/s400/corfu+boats.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518376673947163138" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-51863366593145381102010-09-13T10:05:00.002-07:002010-09-13T22:19:58.552-07:00Albania<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2C9m5TQ3kj2bCvlzpBRbYTBkZX-My3DQ9YdzOcCgU5uCOUJdFnuBp4LdqhfEHlc7qTy7SY6FaKVAWtMW5_f58CAxQRrc7Od3jcek7dVEagTYR4HfNF4l7eibt_QLcQI2Q55cmkipZN2KI/s1600/tirana+beer.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2C9m5TQ3kj2bCvlzpBRbYTBkZX-My3DQ9YdzOcCgU5uCOUJdFnuBp4LdqhfEHlc7qTy7SY6FaKVAWtMW5_f58CAxQRrc7Od3jcek7dVEagTYR4HfNF4l7eibt_QLcQI2Q55cmkipZN2KI/s400/tirana+beer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516632201647482722" /></a><br /><br />I got Albania, the hidest country in Europe. Full of bunkers, children, bad roads, ruins, and all the stolen Mercedes Benz,it seems to be an adventurer paradise. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVG82blXLMN40BKll7u_-KT9U1DMUAKXLl2q5utdBxsSzom6-64AoUYpott5aoeVqPlFOWXdP2cd6gfaDLMEVDJVi_-AHVJKYX4pNjDpkGWHu_DXoKKFhi29X2OYX4fRqUK0phZAAWEmLo/s1600/albanian+building.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVG82blXLMN40BKll7u_-KT9U1DMUAKXLl2q5utdBxsSzom6-64AoUYpott5aoeVqPlFOWXdP2cd6gfaDLMEVDJVi_-AHVJKYX4pNjDpkGWHu_DXoKKFhi29X2OYX4fRqUK0phZAAWEmLo/s400/albanian+building.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516494839585019138" /></a><br /><br />Estoy en Albania, el más secreto país europeo. Lleno de bunkers, niños, atroces carreteras, edificios en ruinas y todos los Mercedes Benz robados del mundo, parece el paraíso del aventurero.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiEGsV5oNKDt8r8ssBX9XjgoPHHu7B8aUAhsyP7S8sF99awC3cFbdu4Ua8rslewhTGWaVdBr1EuO8W_dya511S1k6ypoRHm2SncAvMYhkcXKzffPCCsyACAqjjWz9TVbxak9t3Hh93-i-Y/s1600/welcome+to+albania.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiEGsV5oNKDt8r8ssBX9XjgoPHHu7B8aUAhsyP7S8sF99awC3cFbdu4Ua8rslewhTGWaVdBr1EuO8W_dya511S1k6ypoRHm2SncAvMYhkcXKzffPCCsyACAqjjWz9TVbxak9t3Hh93-i-Y/s400/welcome+to+albania.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516632180468567538" /></a><br /><br /><br />I think I am totally mad because it is here where I am having fun. My European loop was like wearing silk and drinking Moet Chândon. But this is real stuff again. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8QNu-8qJ2CXN1cDm-JdweciYmRTkTizKhIeuBsN83kIMTLBUTZ4dL9dxVon2qoAsA-D5AHclBHTxNTovlOqqUAyGPWskGaw9v_aw-lphbpPoDZOUBhizG83BWeCEluDg-GkHdu4uAT5r/s1600/albanian+landscape.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8QNu-8qJ2CXN1cDm-JdweciYmRTkTizKhIeuBsN83kIMTLBUTZ4dL9dxVon2qoAsA-D5AHclBHTxNTovlOqqUAyGPWskGaw9v_aw-lphbpPoDZOUBhizG83BWeCEluDg-GkHdu4uAT5r/s400/albanian+landscape.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516634346586940130" /></a><br /><br />Debo estar totalmente loco porque porque es aquí donde me lo estoy pasando bien. Mi viaje europeo ha sido como vestir galas de seda y beber champán del caro. Pero esto es la vida real.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVE9IqNaWgqlDZa32TXXeSWDRQZ74TmIdg1xlskPyMhr6lEwJ8ns4VBEkl_RHB6NRnZE_0sxwsI_LtFw5lenXnX0f_tybPbiEae6JdcgwVy8aAFMpw8kqcBO-yOuzSdbj8b1ukThSDySHV/s1600/albanian+way+to+go.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVE9IqNaWgqlDZa32TXXeSWDRQZ74TmIdg1xlskPyMhr6lEwJ8ns4VBEkl_RHB6NRnZE_0sxwsI_LtFw5lenXnX0f_tybPbiEae6JdcgwVy8aAFMpw8kqcBO-yOuzSdbj8b1ukThSDySHV/s400/albanian+way+to+go.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516634339686348018" /></a><br /><br />Why is it so real? Because food is real, people are real and also the risk of riding a motorcycle. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqbxbC8OkGCxSdguyf4VoKv1c6AP5Xzlff1l2PRh4ulWeAaa8gmuDfT2y_5yIY532oZXN0wzK7-YH9CLs1ZlMfA3xIR8l9NE5cjM4pyDf1MpetLf5ZaPplN9r2C1NA3TDcke7_NmuwDUD/s1600/albanian+bunker+bike.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqbxbC8OkGCxSdguyf4VoKv1c6AP5Xzlff1l2PRh4ulWeAaa8gmuDfT2y_5yIY532oZXN0wzK7-YH9CLs1ZlMfA3xIR8l9NE5cjM4pyDf1MpetLf5ZaPplN9r2C1NA3TDcke7_NmuwDUD/s400/albanian+bunker+bike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516634331818921762" /></a><br /><br />¿Por qué es tan real? Porque lo son la comida, la gente e incluso el riesgo de montar en moto.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN-OYs0lzRvPLgt6SVS8jyLJ_LIcUaGYLysTI3OcfeDVPuqfBE5wq2To9u23Of2nakSOmFEf2yVeyx_UZZ1pB3AGoirFe65PCEA46QbqZsqXsQWqZ6GuSzd5ZHjhNkQEaWV8-W7xnH7Ftn/s1600/albanian+wedding+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN-OYs0lzRvPLgt6SVS8jyLJ_LIcUaGYLysTI3OcfeDVPuqfBE5wq2To9u23Of2nakSOmFEf2yVeyx_UZZ1pB3AGoirFe65PCEA46QbqZsqXsQWqZ6GuSzd5ZHjhNkQEaWV8-W7xnH7Ftn/s400/albanian+wedding+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516632185665418658" /></a><br /><br />No more well cooked ruins for tourists, no more "No smoking, respect speed limits or do not drink and drive". Fuck off all of these western world rules for weak owls who like to scream at night. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9kZWLyp3sXagu7E1a6Iu1t4j6Nt2275eJ0Klvg_PIEgFKDpFuMbVvts7jYtzASMp_3ixzkBysFAj7xNSOlNc_4A2BG2sn2qmJM2rLyMlyUy7tWHrNBGOINpA917iJLx_aMi1W9VlH-qk/s1600/albanian+ride+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9kZWLyp3sXagu7E1a6Iu1t4j6Nt2275eJ0Klvg_PIEgFKDpFuMbVvts7jYtzASMp_3ixzkBysFAj7xNSOlNc_4A2BG2sn2qmJM2rLyMlyUy7tWHrNBGOINpA917iJLx_aMi1W9VlH-qk/s400/albanian+ride+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516632192076846418" /></a><br /><br />No más bien preparadas ruinas para turistas, no más "prohibido fumar, sea prudente, respete los límites de velocidad, no beba y conduzca". Que se jodan todas esas normas occidentales para nenazas asustadas.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGfEYMrB3-3SBs_YUyZF6-BEc8BlQxOu4tCA26ej1j9FRb6f9OcIG6LtOd0C3AUdog34Zw8ttruXbRzbfE44Ego5X8ZoWcebQG6pCOsQ3_KIyiCZmZLOp5ssQRj-kOo5KFaPIdSgG_3RB/s1600/serende+mercedes.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGfEYMrB3-3SBs_YUyZF6-BEc8BlQxOu4tCA26ej1j9FRb6f9OcIG6LtOd0C3AUdog34Zw8ttruXbRzbfE44Ego5X8ZoWcebQG6pCOsQ3_KIyiCZmZLOp5ssQRj-kOo5KFaPIdSgG_3RB/s400/serende+mercedes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516632199642647314" /></a><br /><br />The command is just: "You, small kid on a motorcycle, survive or die, but get off my way, I got no driver license but I have a stolen Mercedes Benz strong as tank!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cROF072OaIXeMpx3k5g_ePqyTAnIAbc2fjSnNF80wEhh48-gpBaIzTpD5jpyfgG7Z_I1AsJY7E5ybmzG4bXBPG5YC8CFgmoZBzMCiFPG34hm2pzQinUSCG1aIjIaHNF56RLkcc5awxuT/s1600/albanian+monolite.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cROF072OaIXeMpx3k5g_ePqyTAnIAbc2fjSnNF80wEhh48-gpBaIzTpD5jpyfgG7Z_I1AsJY7E5ybmzG4bXBPG5YC8CFgmoZBzMCiFPG34hm2pzQinUSCG1aIjIaHNF56RLkcc5awxuT/s400/albanian+monolite.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516494848652438754" /></a><br /><br />La consigna es simple: "eh, tú, motorista, sobrevive o muere, pero quita de en medio. No tengo carné de conducir pero sí un Mercedes robado potente como un tanque"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6D2O9VHmAQyiRhahuAi6o3FFDgXhlMULqGG3Q_zwt6ocW6zRwzcPO1txpAXAvaAbMS5wTNMOhPvCC4fPdXO7AcrQZMD3k9bdVbodRTX2b4ahS9TnPeXJJk_G7vtdxlQSeY1BwHCsWRlWX/s1600/albanian+mud.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6D2O9VHmAQyiRhahuAi6o3FFDgXhlMULqGG3Q_zwt6ocW6zRwzcPO1txpAXAvaAbMS5wTNMOhPvCC4fPdXO7AcrQZMD3k9bdVbodRTX2b4ahS9TnPeXJJk_G7vtdxlQSeY1BwHCsWRlWX/s400/albanian+mud.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516494862072492674" /></a><br /><br />I love it or hate it. I do both. Come here to have fun, if you can be still alive.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNJ4douX_BwGYaQ4bW_cE09ykFAo3uegrfeX_I80gHR50ZznehP4bfDA2EOtfuqng-ymFU8lOsjqfUSo0K2AHjv7WMLIHoWiQeR3L4WCNcmAqFgGW_q2gghe10NjUl8jk9dz2k9s-TIgH/s1600/albanian+reality.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNJ4douX_BwGYaQ4bW_cE09ykFAo3uegrfeX_I80gHR50ZznehP4bfDA2EOtfuqng-ymFU8lOsjqfUSo0K2AHjv7WMLIHoWiQeR3L4WCNcmAqFgGW_q2gghe10NjUl8jk9dz2k9s-TIgH/s400/albanian+reality.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516494871329582562" /></a><br /><br />Amalo u odialo. Yo hago las dos cosas al mismo tiempo. Ven y diviertete, si es que sobrevives. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpC9UEyErorzZhHiGzXwumYADqRDZETkAmCQz6kIhq7xSEn9a0HiVvXRBHJbif1ZIlSDcOmZfSegCTI2bbbfZfP8oVBE3inGVH9mmU9mPNtKG4DhDFnRmFbX_FQciZYk3I87HJdO6z6BSU/s1600/albanian+road.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpC9UEyErorzZhHiGzXwumYADqRDZETkAmCQz6kIhq7xSEn9a0HiVvXRBHJbif1ZIlSDcOmZfSegCTI2bbbfZfP8oVBE3inGVH9mmU9mPNtKG4DhDFnRmFbX_FQciZYk3I87HJdO6z6BSU/s400/albanian+road.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516494878719368610" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-90333924002185438282010-09-10T12:20:00.000-07:002010-09-10T13:28:09.103-07:00Riding the CNN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXNBp_7ZPXVLMBP3cAV6AVnvZKoyHznilbjuiDzOGtl2nUqUkNDf1oOKJxxgu2Mp1MV3ZQudO-Cahz2kukbHGqOehK2aIR1lxIf34VEr7OGyX-WbPMDjGB9CZ9mKhno9booPqtOlh4y-Q/s1600/destruction.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXNBp_7ZPXVLMBP3cAV6AVnvZKoyHznilbjuiDzOGtl2nUqUkNDf1oOKJxxgu2Mp1MV3ZQudO-Cahz2kukbHGqOehK2aIR1lxIf34VEr7OGyX-WbPMDjGB9CZ9mKhno9booPqtOlh4y-Q/s400/destruction.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515384115242989378" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUIFCF7UKFaU5qVkIabmJHUTZSvvsuIKAcaGnzD-u3JGyhCRM8Z3yBYr5OuCkj1M-vLn70cAJyZ4TYL34epktKV3gm0QIFgjMEmHfBG4z6C3mCPb-B8qROhiyF47hYSUMARat1Aaxvsho/s1600/welcome+to+kosovo.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUIFCF7UKFaU5qVkIabmJHUTZSvvsuIKAcaGnzD-u3JGyhCRM8Z3yBYr5OuCkj1M-vLn70cAJyZ4TYL34epktKV3gm0QIFgjMEmHfBG4z6C3mCPb-B8qROhiyF47hYSUMARat1Aaxvsho/s400/welcome+to+kosovo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368370049718498" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmODbOinHSpIm4NvJjz0PGh-i5JFOfJlC6hUMRmH2fm61o39HqZpRJyqw1kPDWPwIVN9lf4ag0smmEWx95BzebE-V41g53zCPHsjCxYJOhQHRxr40IYXPtmqkRpve7AcEQ0M6OcUSxwO5/s1600/pristina+bill+clinton.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmODbOinHSpIm4NvJjz0PGh-i5JFOfJlC6hUMRmH2fm61o39HqZpRJyqw1kPDWPwIVN9lf4ag0smmEWx95BzebE-V41g53zCPHsjCxYJOhQHRxr40IYXPtmqkRpve7AcEQ0M6OcUSxwO5/s400/pristina+bill+clinton.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515369493124746130" /></a><br /><br />Recorrer los Balcanes es como subirse a un telediario. Eslovenia, Croacia, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia, Kosovo y Macedonia eran hasta ayer como quien dice un gigantesco país llamado Yugoslavia que era, además, el más libre detrás del Telón de Acero.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24hvc8CQlt4ocetYGZDnMp33x-E_6z4amouVl8nMa3QzGAAUU6nclk-tEc6y6f9z9VeQB_tbAGSQ9EgMGsZi2b3HUUVLLcxNHZFrtgk0yP_RIMlmLgN9sUVcMkO_PgK7Wv3gAF2N9gNvP/s1600/kfor+bike.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24hvc8CQlt4ocetYGZDnMp33x-E_6z4amouVl8nMa3QzGAAUU6nclk-tEc6y6f9z9VeQB_tbAGSQ9EgMGsZi2b3HUUVLLcxNHZFrtgk0yP_RIMlmLgN9sUVcMkO_PgK7Wv3gAF2N9gNvP/s400/kfor+bike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515369485193694626" /></a><br />Tito supo hacerlo. Creo que ese sujeto debería ser mejor estudiado. Tras su muerte, la televisión nos mostró un horror inaudito, por terrible y por cercano. ç<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFa2u9AU88dDC1KHOoC_oHsubNRPlutfEl8j_szcaT4U9HRuLoa_NtAmpB-H5DJjdntrxO3g0zWTdwR9OGLDsHye6HNZqwo9V7sRMHBiwnIe9DZR_zXJ_wd98H8RHHmpp9IxUWMSlhsH_/s1600/helmet+mostar.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFa2u9AU88dDC1KHOoC_oHsubNRPlutfEl8j_szcaT4U9HRuLoa_NtAmpB-H5DJjdntrxO3g0zWTdwR9OGLDsHye6HNZqwo9V7sRMHBiwnIe9DZR_zXJ_wd98H8RHHmpp9IxUWMSlhsH_/s400/helmet+mostar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515384130050214386" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPUhoock5hxtHTNykeeewxdKenPDj_v0sOryd8aJO3JnOa-mkQswBoMTPLTavqWWH09Y2Yyel3-7W296PpwexkduxW9kwGqQ9Fp94tN1TZYTXI9zKui_wzh86M-DcdkpYHmOAa4V7iIq1/s1600/miracle+rent.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPUhoock5hxtHTNykeeewxdKenPDj_v0sOryd8aJO3JnOa-mkQswBoMTPLTavqWWH09Y2Yyel3-7W296PpwexkduxW9kwGqQ9Fp94tN1TZYTXI9zKui_wzh86M-DcdkpYHmOAa4V7iIq1/s400/miracle+rent.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515369479446324610" /></a><br /><br />Hoy vale la pena darse una vuelta por aquí y mirar un poco más allá de las maravillosas costas croatas. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikygn9B5pIRNE_8P7V9UlfLLs48CM9xCPIBdaywUvOtRED9BQc-sF8p9F9UmXgFo0yIN3CgzX1MYq8UR65OsOFoBFLITvJrEEUYtaabjPwFSmHy4-8Qyn4S0o0lNDIpyJ8A5gTu5TMCFAe/s1600/destruction+mostar.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikygn9B5pIRNE_8P7V9UlfLLs48CM9xCPIBdaywUvOtRED9BQc-sF8p9F9UmXgFo0yIN3CgzX1MYq8UR65OsOFoBFLITvJrEEUYtaabjPwFSmHy4-8Qyn4S0o0lNDIpyJ8A5gTu5TMCFAe/s400/destruction+mostar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515384103850996322" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Nv_VhpIXBLruegt9HvMtrLNLaFOS2HdTIrLgRQ1X-gFJJT8GKG6NQ-Isk__gNkQE2SDzsIsVaTwenjwmi7eJvUndpN2S9OZfwhhb0n_WCl_kjoeF_dfHNgR3jcaGDSuVR-yzN5Fjv8Bc/s1600/tank+speed+limit.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Nv_VhpIXBLruegt9HvMtrLNLaFOS2HdTIrLgRQ1X-gFJJT8GKG6NQ-Isk__gNkQE2SDzsIsVaTwenjwmi7eJvUndpN2S9OZfwhhb0n_WCl_kjoeF_dfHNgR3jcaGDSuVR-yzN5Fjv8Bc/s400/tank+speed+limit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368410760082178" /></a><br /><br />Riding the Balcans is like to get on the TV News. Eslovenia, Croatia, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia, Kosovo and Mecedonia were yesterday a huge country named Yugoslavia.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQRU4geSLlr8CqT4s-x9syWj1-c2bM_JVUt2o23PG6hg1t12qz2EJ3BCfG36GAEzD1crNVdf0bUHsakONCblm_Y45T0mYg5eXWijXAkfsAbJRkSZROmWLZqhmleeBJBuitmFxd15YeT5U/s1600/welcome+to+serbia.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQRU4geSLlr8CqT4s-x9syWj1-c2bM_JVUt2o23PG6hg1t12qz2EJ3BCfG36GAEzD1crNVdf0bUHsakONCblm_Y45T0mYg5eXWijXAkfsAbJRkSZROmWLZqhmleeBJBuitmFxd15YeT5U/s400/welcome+to+serbia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368410379745698" /></a><br /><br />Tito made it. I think that guy deserves a deeper study. After his death, TV showed and extreme horror, because cruel and because it was so close to us. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMcHWj5zKdMnCDXmgTHOQyttYZko07Vpt1nw3UMnI-HF4RTAqHxmGJPwFYppMGP3ZrgRRmKi2rQmXGH5WJGkTXD9SORX7u_QPXhGQ3rAoYrkgCWk-8GhZkllg8lZiY2IxgRoNOS3itYFH/s1600/welcome+to+montenegro.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMcHWj5zKdMnCDXmgTHOQyttYZko07Vpt1nw3UMnI-HF4RTAqHxmGJPwFYppMGP3ZrgRRmKi2rQmXGH5WJGkTXD9SORX7u_QPXhGQ3rAoYrkgCWk-8GhZkllg8lZiY2IxgRoNOS3itYFH/s400/welcome+to+montenegro.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368388380633794" /></a><br /><br />Today is worth to visit and look further the beautiful croatian beaches.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwT9P6ulpjpWFnBecbo5BL9pM2jvlTyPW64YmxyMfS2xCXiO-yhl-3RDb_D9G2LeYx3WKFEdb7q8JsraxR8t6sQAJ25VWVvyBOH1813ZLXngyg49lf6Usz1g5yo7TjoKxdFNt6C5ENhItg/s1600/welcome+to+macedonia.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwT9P6ulpjpWFnBecbo5BL9pM2jvlTyPW64YmxyMfS2xCXiO-yhl-3RDb_D9G2LeYx3WKFEdb7q8JsraxR8t6sQAJ25VWVvyBOH1813ZLXngyg49lf6Usz1g5yo7TjoKxdFNt6C5ENhItg/s400/welcome+to+macedonia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368383392283730" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-64129947162861215232010-09-06T00:53:00.000-07:002010-09-06T01:24:12.411-07:00Balcans, first leg<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiN3OjggByPXdNXTahcw5K4QsQBbL75D8VIzb7DVI-BzNryWiSVYLFyIzB3iVGvUiRfRSgQKiolD7xYf72yGSe1l9Yd1e_Pyb-rpbCRxDnXX6tjhBeJKaL1X6mSjvjntBPLGJBegm2y1ef/s1600/mostar+bridge.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiN3OjggByPXdNXTahcw5K4QsQBbL75D8VIzb7DVI-BzNryWiSVYLFyIzB3iVGvUiRfRSgQKiolD7xYf72yGSe1l9Yd1e_Pyb-rpbCRxDnXX6tjhBeJKaL1X6mSjvjntBPLGJBegm2y1ef/s400/mostar+bridge.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513708559753742018" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUo25_EZ-bRAWmhcbdp8qkbSY7pWKzmucWnopaQlG6bHK-jLNfvJ1G3s4OEA45jAHsqi2gocbLym9bj2GByRVmzafoU39DneB-zWVfIhMUe3BV7jTbE_q35Lw5xEJmu0lApC9y1m6DzCcg/s1600/wild+balcans+3.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUo25_EZ-bRAWmhcbdp8qkbSY7pWKzmucWnopaQlG6bHK-jLNfvJ1G3s4OEA45jAHsqi2gocbLym9bj2GByRVmzafoU39DneB-zWVfIhMUe3BV7jTbE_q35Lw5xEJmu0lApC9y1m6DzCcg/s400/wild+balcans+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513711785578473906" /></a><br /><br /><br />The Balcans. Probably, the most complex land in World, apart from Middle East. It is also one of the most beautifuls on Earth. So far, I have ridden Croatia, Bosnia and the non-existing country of Republic Srpska, a serbian nut into the Bosnian borders.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcUqmFt1rXg6vUp-eEmqny4hMjhW9ZgWwtdmhU3POPU1y8a-D2MdVLB_F1TwV8-oatPdCd-XnIdUJz0cJ-zMqK55XpbrlqahdWMiOF5njDO2jt8PKEB6sj8lXHr_OcvpsmCxinEroUl7n/s1600/split+boat.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcUqmFt1rXg6vUp-eEmqny4hMjhW9ZgWwtdmhU3POPU1y8a-D2MdVLB_F1TwV8-oatPdCd-XnIdUJz0cJ-zMqK55XpbrlqahdWMiOF5njDO2jt8PKEB6sj8lXHr_OcvpsmCxinEroUl7n/s400/split+boat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513711755875111170" /></a><br /><br /><br />But there is no way to understand it unless you get a translator of the old echoes. Everything seems to be dark for extrangers. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5nSCSj2KhWv3YM-iPCexh0oB2J6WgBinPnIxNEiRB0VcJtl_8umtvg6_INvYFa4IKtqcW8s3wjSab6J0OH-PDHnKQwkpHO6DapDt9FQIeyhiYz8mQjQVMk2fzjVFK7H89kxRvv6LZe5B/s1600/hadjuk+split.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5nSCSj2KhWv3YM-iPCexh0oB2J6WgBinPnIxNEiRB0VcJtl_8umtvg6_INvYFa4IKtqcW8s3wjSab6J0OH-PDHnKQwkpHO6DapDt9FQIeyhiYz8mQjQVMk2fzjVFK7H89kxRvv6LZe5B/s400/hadjuk+split.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513708546317674850" /></a><br /><br /><br />We got one: Niksa, a guy from Split (Dalmacia, South Croatia) who defines himself as a "mediterraneo" and thinks he is, by blood and character, much closer to me than to a fucking guy from North Croatia, where they think and act as cold germans and do not use olive oil.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0du1rEzQ0zsl95b2bcazGRftyN6SzrnwNgOp-QA_Hby8xkWr3fnfUcw4mRk0RUuLEIMjTV8NiVcIAvTa5PtqiAxO_0Vy1gO0ctsjD_gR4B-f3IneSoCqe3353ifR9fGrxyMLLK6XORlq/s1600/niksa+and+waitress.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0du1rEzQ0zsl95b2bcazGRftyN6SzrnwNgOp-QA_Hby8xkWr3fnfUcw4mRk0RUuLEIMjTV8NiVcIAvTa5PtqiAxO_0Vy1gO0ctsjD_gR4B-f3IneSoCqe3353ifR9fGrxyMLLK6XORlq/s400/niksa+and+waitress.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513708562601333922" /></a><br /><br />"We live in the Balcans, you understand, and each generation has its war. My father got his and also did my granfather. We can kill each other one day and the following one we can kiss each other, you understand. This is it from medieval times. When the wind blows from the south people get crazy"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGygCM7qzkBVrhaKyDCVFnBZ_ULzjRMqbq1dZ_FxpFYv6Vo9niWrGqa7_WO4BXsZFuFFVLRd99HP93x_aAo67_HWhPeiWn5kmhnKFZYuHJ7kU-FKN67Um3lI60IE-O9r_jJmpN7cQRN60M/s1600/welcome+sarajevo.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGygCM7qzkBVrhaKyDCVFnBZ_ULzjRMqbq1dZ_FxpFYv6Vo9niWrGqa7_WO4BXsZFuFFVLRd99HP93x_aAo67_HWhPeiWn5kmhnKFZYuHJ7kU-FKN67Um3lI60IE-O9r_jJmpN7cQRN60M/s400/welcome+sarajevo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513711777158603794" /></a><br /><br />I understand that war is no romantic at all and once you see the destruction and pain that is still there, can hardly believe these people could live in peace no longer. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUz5BLPUC76YYvGmjQIE4E7OoSYI06vXh6Z__eucYvXIS581gqa4Tkb6mxolI3E6L9NHm4hNxhh3-EpIxnnlhT3gJzqkH40pBM7i0O-onGgIkB_kK4K9mdTPAf24GUnK1WYFgUUzTKV9t6/s1600/srpska.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUz5BLPUC76YYvGmjQIE4E7OoSYI06vXh6Z__eucYvXIS581gqa4Tkb6mxolI3E6L9NHm4hNxhh3-EpIxnnlhT3gJzqkH40pBM7i0O-onGgIkB_kK4K9mdTPAf24GUnK1WYFgUUzTKV9t6/s400/srpska.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513711766289487410" /></a><br /><br /><br />But they do because the reason of fighting was to expulse the other, the different, the fucking neighbour who is far apart from me because is muslim, catholic or ortodox. And the task is already done. We let them to finish it. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6AsCJXMbB03P-0XfyJ_mFxOPfaB2Pp7LkUaU_5DSxp14llsjyTXnNYyISSlvOFi3M6IdZHgWdqMPpkTBy6a8j7vqfFzNDRDh4qfGdevPd-lHsBy40KUNCRqKNW39Bznq4y4P7S3YLajT2/s1600/mostar+bike.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6AsCJXMbB03P-0XfyJ_mFxOPfaB2Pp7LkUaU_5DSxp14llsjyTXnNYyISSlvOFi3M6IdZHgWdqMPpkTBy6a8j7vqfFzNDRDh4qfGdevPd-lHsBy40KUNCRqKNW39Bznq4y4P7S3YLajT2/s400/mostar+bike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513708555027108610" /></a><br /><br /><br />But anyway, nowadays turists and moneny are coming and "this is it, you understand"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQx4H_1qpJYFPS8wU2lziNE7WHKJ3S0EsAFD_fwBc3buZae4_xyfTsxSlUJ0LypfAn9is0rqA8dZvXJQBhk0MQX7OVQ3afwkso2qnaOQynoeMq8ctcsu7vKAM21685O3JdBt_Sfv9pYDg/s1600/split+lonely+promenade.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQx4H_1qpJYFPS8wU2lziNE7WHKJ3S0EsAFD_fwBc3buZae4_xyfTsxSlUJ0LypfAn9is0rqA8dZvXJQBhk0MQX7OVQ3afwkso2qnaOQynoeMq8ctcsu7vKAM21685O3JdBt_Sfv9pYDg/s400/split+lonely+promenade.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513708572357395106" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCefr9LzIx82i6slw8V2GCG8y0a6kVBwMJCYljdXGe8owIr25tRE9WjciQiGGfNLRBvWOCBTVv61-ou28qYrUlEbz5iCZxJ2tF_fGCpc9l0HLMlrfPIv5drlma6YshYDEXM5SfjpEvHe75/s1600/dubrovnik+night.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCefr9LzIx82i6slw8V2GCG8y0a6kVBwMJCYljdXGe8owIr25tRE9WjciQiGGfNLRBvWOCBTVv61-ou28qYrUlEbz5iCZxJ2tF_fGCpc9l0HLMlrfPIv5drlma6YshYDEXM5SfjpEvHe75/s400/dubrovnik+night.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513711792303154002" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-17006366570565249772010-09-01T00:31:00.000-07:002010-09-01T01:35:40.958-07:00Croacia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ukMEY08jDMt0xGoQCmDv1GYKlntJz3yeDrcjgFEr20KlvRWeAPWKboTUwRq9P6zOeOSBJwD-VJAiPyfoT4rhHXCzGLguk-8V55bxSdYcyV5LxfFAoUdNYUsDjRzaiJ6wPYwffTwjA17s/s1600/small+port+mer.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVxX5KwBFyCzHYRC_oh_XfTJ2WwRkofmMbkFe3XmvE2sY2cTGOupp8H4Go6ldPHTEB3k_J1C2WUNr0EdOXn4f1fXg7WShzF0PsVqsJG2hCEMYwoOaM1Dde_vCAFRAKoG2WocUDzfiDotX/s400/grad+zadar+bike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511849556105928114" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-77956246293765366382010-08-30T09:45:00.000-07:002010-08-30T09:51:44.684-07:00Croatian moon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOg3NOMwAdIEvyRj46b5e5XW-vxAIQ4h-1qL07MQjcxVR1yG6m4MFl_w4aAtO4290MQ9Nv_IGbC-egifiWVOMTOshBnq3f58dCfrJqS8A81CXKqUvpNlZPLxo-5UPPTYrNMoB2kmDH-i6/s1600/rovinj.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOg3NOMwAdIEvyRj46b5e5XW-vxAIQ4h-1qL07MQjcxVR1yG6m4MFl_w4aAtO4290MQ9Nv_IGbC-egifiWVOMTOshBnq3f58dCfrJqS8A81CXKqUvpNlZPLxo-5UPPTYrNMoB2kmDH-i6/s400/rovinj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511245483315635426" /></a><br /><br />Here we are, in Croatia, the Adriatic pearl. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTRPX8ipYWzYTv-zvXjkwNdymgGvfvv7uI6x6GMfuq3ED9OydLAzlmy_FcsiChJ_h4E8Hn_QRyxw89brNsswnuFCFh3vLantsSNIRu2q-hgDVOrz7g9Tx80vbpTPER7hsrf8Ib9JRhzAn/s1600/tower+bike+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTRPX8ipYWzYTv-zvXjkwNdymgGvfvv7uI6x6GMfuq3ED9OydLAzlmy_FcsiChJ_h4E8Hn_QRyxw89brNsswnuFCFh3vLantsSNIRu2q-hgDVOrz7g9Tx80vbpTPER7hsrf8Ib9JRhzAn/s400/tower+bike+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511245457389447362" /></a><br /><br /><br />It is a beautiful and historic country which wants to join the UE and the wealthy modern side of the world. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqwN8dR272m8zpVc7hTWNjyyJiwAN0uH0G0YVsCsISZsQ88Yh6u-hANIfaUKqoxBkya_xaIM9wUFudpSABClkWb_GYV-t9GHLKjjKg9NXSIIlvVrEN5HqEmpYM5hRKGREj0hlj7DkftNQ/s1600/mer+at+castle.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqwN8dR272m8zpVc7hTWNjyyJiwAN0uH0G0YVsCsISZsQ88Yh6u-hANIfaUKqoxBkya_xaIM9wUFudpSABClkWb_GYV-t9GHLKjjKg9NXSIIlvVrEN5HqEmpYM5hRKGREj0hlj7DkftNQ/s400/mer+at+castle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511245473106701314" /></a><br /><br /><br />They will get it. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRM0OqxMHNy_ngqC8MK7-J_EAKupli7tPhQKpP34wK6yLG-rwXy9GyixFQ8zlbhzYwwNirLdD9iFNaVIuS7Lr8gTznFcZ3aNQjW-4UqrdFziJs6oZP3T96r0stimyFcpsw_5ye2xB65U95/s1600/pula+anfi.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRM0OqxMHNy_ngqC8MK7-J_EAKupli7tPhQKpP34wK6yLG-rwXy9GyixFQ8zlbhzYwwNirLdD9iFNaVIuS7Lr8gTznFcZ3aNQjW-4UqrdFziJs6oZP3T96r0stimyFcpsw_5ye2xB65U95/s400/pula+anfi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511245468289994834" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />But one couldn´t stop thinking about the war. Every tiny town has a name that sounds of echoes of massacre. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLkUZ-Tm__-iab7U-fpvLAah6fZa9wvuFk-dII-lzQdk0o6phDdNldKEogHB7bjrnjCJFecHhpSD2azsSga8Kj2XEkZAZMtgARayCubifCFIV7faI8mMGeWFBy44y6ElRlzt5WXAdE76R/s1600/croatian+moon+and+t+shirts.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLkUZ-Tm__-iab7U-fpvLAah6fZa9wvuFk-dII-lzQdk0o6phDdNldKEogHB7bjrnjCJFecHhpSD2azsSga8Kj2XEkZAZMtgARayCubifCFIV7faI8mMGeWFBy44y6ElRlzt5WXAdE76R/s400/croatian+moon+and+t+shirts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511245487917990322" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-2034046129823208332010-08-27T08:19:00.001-07:002010-08-27T08:38:39.493-07:00La calle del cáustico, Venecia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6Unsx3x-mp5G61hOxLn01Yv75BLCTO1rOvYUanTYEzb3Sy6kJvPvWVYjoRkhdtqxyJodoi57JffZoybmE0Lcd27l4KHenURIrkDYETo2s-DEgi0HptuyInEfgNuKOMVrQVyVveR_VcSt/s1600/calle+del+c%C3%A1ustico.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6Unsx3x-mp5G61hOxLn01Yv75BLCTO1rOvYUanTYEzb3Sy6kJvPvWVYjoRkhdtqxyJodoi57JffZoybmE0Lcd27l4KHenURIrkDYETo2s-DEgi0HptuyInEfgNuKOMVrQVyVveR_VcSt/s400/calle+del+c%C3%A1ustico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510110525268403634" /></a><br /><br />Venecia es una ciudad hermosa pero muerta. Apenas se puede vislumbrar algo de vida tras las ventanas iluminadas de los palacios en el Gran Canal o en la ropa tendida de alguna callejuela oculta. Por lo demás, es todo decorado y horda. <br /><br /><br />Venice is a beautiful dead town. There is some life just behind the windows of a Palace in the Gran Canale or in the hung clothes of a narrow street. Apart of it, everthing is theather and herds.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn24eWTu7oZD0pGw4t0PI84CXFAqqpx-MlfGV6GBuEu75nuxd_e7HqF5UGCd13HRlE33eTYg8ZL-A5bCID0kxZRGwGoMs_Y_ToqtlEj-pqzHHI6UGZ_mI1iRyjEbRKWIquHBrkTAHuZgtQ/s1600/Life+in+Venezia+BN.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn24eWTu7oZD0pGw4t0PI84CXFAqqpx-MlfGV6GBuEu75nuxd_e7HqF5UGCd13HRlE33eTYg8ZL-A5bCID0kxZRGwGoMs_Y_ToqtlEj-pqzHHI6UGZ_mI1iRyjEbRKWIquHBrkTAHuZgtQ/s400/Life+in+Venezia+BN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510110230168658514" /></a><br /><br />En el camping encuentro dos jóvenes moteros alemanes. Les convenzo para que se me unan y nos vayamos en moto hasta donde nos dejen llegar. <br /><br />I met two young german bikers. All together went to the town. Walking we reached Piazza di San Marco and at night we went back by boat. I could see a nice and elegant woman standed up in a balcony over the Gran Canale. Imagine she and her boyfriend were going to have a hot night.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1cczYimHNme8VE0h7Fjz2L_xqtEQmPJZczUCxQ3ZthMvfnXovhmEBh3x1cKivvsGqvzrdnrYKoJRQU0J9rWaYFyDe2yWlilunS3_dC5DtXj3KhlJ2t3-Ed3j4BkHYYTqV7xeUqOJmOLC/s1600/german+bikers+venezia.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1cczYimHNme8VE0h7Fjz2L_xqtEQmPJZczUCxQ3ZthMvfnXovhmEBh3x1cKivvsGqvzrdnrYKoJRQU0J9rWaYFyDe2yWlilunS3_dC5DtXj3KhlJ2t3-Ed3j4BkHYYTqV7xeUqOJmOLC/s400/german+bikers+venezia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510110227426715490" /></a><br /><br />Vamos caminando hasta la Piazza San Marco y ya de noche regresamos en un barcobus. Una mujer joven, elegante y bella se asoma a un balcón iluminado con velas. Imagino que ella y su acompañante tendrán una agradable noche de pasión.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSijNQWeWqTg6M6V5x_xS26lB1rNXfHqDThoBcH19qRhpwW1Ie_-vEEGTfCWKjE6GmocuTGYhjmEJf-hhxZbz203Uk9gitQDkFgZ85RN0iizda5RiM0Ovc-vBy8mMqr20scXT7wFJ7foH3/s1600/gran+canale.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSijNQWeWqTg6M6V5x_xS26lB1rNXfHqDThoBcH19qRhpwW1Ie_-vEEGTfCWKjE6GmocuTGYhjmEJf-hhxZbz203Uk9gitQDkFgZ85RN0iizda5RiM0Ovc-vBy8mMqr20scXT7wFJ7foH3/s400/gran+canale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510110240005703218" /></a><br /><br />El aeropuerto Marco Polo parece una galería comercial de tiendas de alta costura. Marcas y moda. Los pasajeros caminan entre el brillo de los lujosos complementos. Se ven parejas entrando en los comercios. ¿Qué otra cosa hacer? Los hombres entran inocentemente en la trampa. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUadMW6DDIELWLzsFB_4L18GgJ-e8D5BLdH9qIiikrqxooeXXytPUJxMbAo-r1OBjegjWaW42Kw9QuBL9JGl_KGU7jdQW6p3bF_zowvtlA1BSjc902Rsy318_b3WyuxU0iapW3T2GqgJc/s1600/piazza+san+marco.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUadMW6DDIELWLzsFB_4L18GgJ-e8D5BLdH9qIiikrqxooeXXytPUJxMbAo-r1OBjegjWaW42Kw9QuBL9JGl_KGU7jdQW6p3bF_zowvtlA1BSjc902Rsy318_b3WyuxU0iapW3T2GqgJc/s400/piazza+san+marco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510110252193630594" /></a><br /><br />Ellas fichan con ojos de eficaz depredador la preciosa mercancía expuesta, ellos caminan haciéndose los despistados, no dándose por aludidos, temiendo que la excursión acabe calcinando su tarjeta de crédito. Se observa, no obstante, una gran diferencia entre los amantes recientes y los matrimonios estables. Aquellos están en verdadero riesgo—¿Cómo justificar la racanería después de un fin de semana de sexo y canales?—, a los otros tendrían que atarles al potro para un mínimo dispendio que no sea la típica camiseta de rayas gondoleras. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSzg8iy7SzgxBdx7sboye03XPahJGKutKiZzKPbgO7GLDrkHcmoQPdk4hKbhA37Y_xbPt_E4-NIE39DNQb177a8va0EZRxJnDaVNO5zRnFxq8tSpnSfizKc_xZu6lOjULYdLL8jZ7VuLd/s1600/doing+the+monkey.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSzg8iy7SzgxBdx7sboye03XPahJGKutKiZzKPbgO7GLDrkHcmoQPdk4hKbhA37Y_xbPt_E4-NIE39DNQb177a8va0EZRxJnDaVNO5zRnFxq8tSpnSfizKc_xZu6lOjULYdLL8jZ7VuLd/s400/doing+the+monkey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510111591355035106" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-34234656201256672782010-08-21T12:07:00.000-07:002010-08-21T12:12:02.806-07:00message for non bikers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-z4c1ym73N9U6FgCz9EG-rSc3ACc_P7GO-uOYBEh0bv2hjkFOWAXRSwyBQUOO19IeORq-sjly5yLM7OEMyox5gA6ODM1n2gjsuaaL0MivZpLxF73i0Sa8s1O08MeSaQLIPl7Vvh-gqAI/s1600/god+loves+bikes.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-z4c1ym73N9U6FgCz9EG-rSc3ACc_P7GO-uOYBEh0bv2hjkFOWAXRSwyBQUOO19IeORq-sjly5yLM7OEMyox5gA6ODM1n2gjsuaaL0MivZpLxF73i0Sa8s1O08MeSaQLIPl7Vvh-gqAI/s400/god+loves+bikes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507942782589549842" /></a><br /><br />There are bikers and there are normal people. It is not racism, it is a fact. The bikers who receive my mails understand perfectly what it is going on and why we are doing what we are doing. They know the truth: no physical action could be best to do is one is wearing cloths. And sometimes, riding could be even funnier than pushing, sweating and screaming like an angry owl if there is also an angry owl who doesn’t love you and pushes, sweats and screams. Better take your bike for a loop, she will love you only for good oil.`<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTx02i3QX_5miI2LxySw1OKDMgqfx8YMCWUGx2-HYz6dt5EM9lCLc6sxihp_KEWhyBEYB6YwQeYS7sCTDmfJ0uQ_BIYjeJg_dMHDhH7VKgulkzzp2Qsr-3qu3h7Zre4fVgNANmFXmnrSEV/s1600/italian+lake+2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTx02i3QX_5miI2LxySw1OKDMgqfx8YMCWUGx2-HYz6dt5EM9lCLc6sxihp_KEWhyBEYB6YwQeYS7sCTDmfJ0uQ_BIYjeJg_dMHDhH7VKgulkzzp2Qsr-3qu3h7Zre4fVgNANmFXmnrSEV/s400/italian+lake+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507942781252046690" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is a message for non bikers (bikers, you understand everything). If you wonder why the cold, the wind, the back aches, the risk, the rain, the potholes, the broken bones and the expensive insurances, just look at these pictures. If you can not imagina now how one could feel when riding the heaven, it is better you tell me: erase my address from your fucking e-mails. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWnRGegVKzRQQ72wV3V9ojsx5Kn-MbPaqyzIl8i38QdBVKThCvXbd_rseGuuzVDSwWDEcKnY-iibSScvb53lE7-p-0KLP7FDb9TFyPdMD-DB2zHVI0pQU11adZqjNLks13mCabD32GviP/s1600/riding+the+heaven.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWnRGegVKzRQQ72wV3V9ojsx5Kn-MbPaqyzIl8i38QdBVKThCvXbd_rseGuuzVDSwWDEcKnY-iibSScvb53lE7-p-0KLP7FDb9TFyPdMD-DB2zHVI0pQU11adZqjNLks13mCabD32GviP/s400/riding+the+heaven.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507942797781782626" /></a><br /><br />Este es un mensaje para los no moteros (moteros, vosotros lo comprendéis todo). Si alguno se pregunta por qué el frío, el viento, el dolor de espalda, el riesgo, la lluvia, los baches, los huesos rotos y los carísimos seguros, tan sólo mirar estas fotos. Si no podéis imaginar ahora lo que uno puede sentir cuando recorre el cielo, es mejor que me digáis que os borre de una puta vez de mi lista de correo.Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-6970445125807096122010-08-21T12:02:00.000-07:002010-08-21T12:07:21.469-07:00Passo dello Stelvio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKM5n3FOflbuxA1stTRxaitCsfC2qBVwRW2PVyLrEKPr1KHDfOc4Nkh4Q1vreDH5EQC40LXiYUm8VuhIY7TiOuaNedZO_A5PjI3_E4eLlm03Brv_4yRjOqf9TLnTAqG9fS8UdLyZcl2Yb/s1600/me+at+passo+dello+stelvio.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKM5n3FOflbuxA1stTRxaitCsfC2qBVwRW2PVyLrEKPr1KHDfOc4Nkh4Q1vreDH5EQC40LXiYUm8VuhIY7TiOuaNedZO_A5PjI3_E4eLlm03Brv_4yRjOqf9TLnTAqG9fS8UdLyZcl2Yb/s400/me+at+passo+dello+stelvio.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507941778208769122" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCJB793vwGDnK7XcRkcmWKa2daeRO-7ROlPIyJ_y2xDyfjpQycnvpblCzjcwr8ohduvaZW5KHuW4HD8RjEmVHkOX2CzruPQLVy42qCzn54rS7F8UL5shsTHv_XJjtHdHMkkr7_vXIwJO7/s1600/stelvio+bends.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCJB793vwGDnK7XcRkcmWKa2daeRO-7ROlPIyJ_y2xDyfjpQycnvpblCzjcwr8ohduvaZW5KHuW4HD8RjEmVHkOX2CzruPQLVy42qCzn54rS7F8UL5shsTHv_XJjtHdHMkkr7_vXIwJO7/s400/stelvio+bends.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507941762636333458" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBn6CdkIil9F9kBASSYY0vpsFWcjYVr0w8jjR8ZdYNg5PwoUkDFF0_ihZdbk-dg3mq1gukBr8fo5xu2fTZl_2sv-oOiF7FMjjTIA-2GbIseRgYWIeGax8_OS38LNWrfIthAL2BeU0Rd1wT/s1600/climbt.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBn6CdkIil9F9kBASSYY0vpsFWcjYVr0w8jjR8ZdYNg5PwoUkDFF0_ihZdbk-dg3mq1gukBr8fo5xu2fTZl_2sv-oOiF7FMjjTIA-2GbIseRgYWIeGax8_OS38LNWrfIthAL2BeU0Rd1wT/s400/climbt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507941757801800978" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiL0K19-PWMIewHdZuRFtsby5xVr2OLOJch8USQdqJz1-dmAcbT2YgtjOghQ1BqsT-KbuOT0L_hKBkJvJceeeye9k6PNCqbyOFPxG97l2GGj9fciNodAfmtp8xyKUTY8L9D-6CDwMwYT2e/s1600/climbing.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiL0K19-PWMIewHdZuRFtsby5xVr2OLOJch8USQdqJz1-dmAcbT2YgtjOghQ1BqsT-KbuOT0L_hKBkJvJceeeye9k6PNCqbyOFPxG97l2GGj9fciNodAfmtp8xyKUTY8L9D-6CDwMwYT2e/s400/climbing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507941744875029138" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-79403021646842231272010-08-20T21:59:00.000-07:002010-08-20T22:16:11.737-07:00Life is a Circle. Riding with Andrea from Galway to Munich<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-aaFqYjdPqdxD8yuI18-yI_uGyemjPNL2zGEU7vxWOFvxrplhXJfjyUqk-IxBTqoy0D6DYF5FJruEQXbid4KzmmSvy6OUtW6L9zJy5VqrgS0OPP2_rHenGuUgyVn-6szm-2YsHRkYZQrm/s1600/andrea+1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-aaFqYjdPqdxD8yuI18-yI_uGyemjPNL2zGEU7vxWOFvxrplhXJfjyUqk-IxBTqoy0D6DYF5FJruEQXbid4KzmmSvy6OUtW6L9zJy5VqrgS0OPP2_rHenGuUgyVn-6szm-2YsHRkYZQrm/s400/andrea+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507725155678638354" /></a><br /><br /> La vida es circular y en poco más de dos años puede cambiar por completo y volver de nuevo al punto de partida. El 15 de abril del 2008 me concedieron una excedencia. Libre y sin saber muy bien qué hacer, agarré mi moto y me fui a Irlanda. Mis propósitos eran bastante indefinidos. Estudiar inglés y centrar mi alborotada cabeza. Recalé en Galway. En mi clase conocí a una joven muchacha alemana, Andrea Rufing, que hablaba un inglés casi perfecto. Fue mi mejor profesora. Decidimos compartir apartamento (que no habitación, mal pensados). Dos meses después, nos mudamos a Dublín. Ella me enseñó mucha gramática, y yo a ella a beber todas las noches y correr todas las mañanas. Juntos realizamos un viaje motociclista tras las huellas del capitán español Francisco de Cuellar, superviviente de la Armada Invencible que anduvo por el Ulster en su fuga de los sicarios de la reina inglesa. Ese viaje dio lugar a un artículo que se publicó en ABC, y así comenzó también otra de mis más interesantes actividades de hoy en día: los reportajes de viajes en moto con trasfondo cultural o histórico.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXlC9jiE-p1xSW_rBYFAzUErDKQDpnlXbhI9DL2QDU-YcDoQdQsgHxkRYTRq8iVg1v6G3L_w5YINDTl2JWXwm8F4z-NNUGsyFHVLZZRtsaSvoi3VS5SEU6CPORktDDWxX1QpA5HnGX3X4u/s1600/german+house+2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXlC9jiE-p1xSW_rBYFAzUErDKQDpnlXbhI9DL2QDU-YcDoQdQsgHxkRYTRq8iVg1v6G3L_w5YINDTl2JWXwm8F4z-NNUGsyFHVLZZRtsaSvoi3VS5SEU6CPORktDDWxX1QpA5HnGX3X4u/s400/german+house+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507727511212242594" /></a><br /><br />Life is a circle. In just two years everything could change completely and going again to the starting point. In April 15th 2008 I left my job as jurist and with no idea about what I was going to do, I took my motorcycle and went to Ireland. My purpose was not clear. Perhaps studying English and calm down my crazy head. I arrived to Galway. In my grammar class I met a young German girl, Andrea Rufing, who spoke very good English. She became my best teacher. We decided to share apartment (not bedroom, dirty minds). Two months later, we moved to Dublin. She taught me a lot of grammar and I taught her how to drink every night and run every morning. Together we did a bike trip following the Cuellar´s Trail, the paths of a survivor of the Spanish Army who got away from the English queen trough the Ulster. That trip ended up in a story published in a newspaper and that was also the beginning of one of my new and most interesting jobs: writing journey reports about bikes and History. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtOjkPL-XD1DVRn4UKR5yg6d-TrMi1687x7l2_1Qsnol9bpOwAR9dIp17bmdbpWg8VryopPGB3ETHHnbMJtG1sQpCnU00WSycjJeYbyWCwizDXLudF7i1G10_VJi1X3K355R3wEjZmu4k/s1600/german+cross.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtOjkPL-XD1DVRn4UKR5yg6d-TrMi1687x7l2_1Qsnol9bpOwAR9dIp17bmdbpWg8VryopPGB3ETHHnbMJtG1sQpCnU00WSycjJeYbyWCwizDXLudF7i1G10_VJi1X3K355R3wEjZmu4k/s400/german+cross.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507725174713360146" /></a><br /><br />El verano irlandés terminó y después de tres meses de convivencia, nos despedimos. Ella regresó a la universidad y yo no he parado de viajar en moto. América, África, Asia, Oriente Medio, Europa. He hecho muchos amigos, he descubierto la fe en los hombres, en mí y en Dios. Ahora sé que los horizontes están para ser perseguidos y que no voy a dejar de hacerlo. Al hacerlo, reencuentras en cada curva la sombra de quien fuiste y los pasos de los amigos. Al ir a recorrer el sur de Alemania, propuse a Andrea (otra de las destinatarias habituales de estos correos) recogerla y hacer juntos algunas jornadas. No fue fácil organizar las fechas y los lugares, pero al final quedamos en Karlsruhe y juntos recorrimos la Selva Negra y la Baviera profunda hasta arribar felices y cansados a Munich. Sorprendentemente sencillo entenderse otra vez. Con los amigos de verdad nunca es demasiada larga la ausencia, ni tampoco escasas las cervezas del reencuentro. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQc9sXUXNSnV_cISnlBunYVYoSyzZ4s9aIFZxflO9_em3Hct-luGi6SqBWDHqbJ7pRGVBQuauwqyPsNxNF85_Gg2YYs_f88ZoDa4_5_-2XQmFV9oj7fGZMVsre6F4BA2LWmKAddzcZcS6F/s1600/me+at+german+horizon.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQc9sXUXNSnV_cISnlBunYVYoSyzZ4s9aIFZxflO9_em3Hct-luGi6SqBWDHqbJ7pRGVBQuauwqyPsNxNF85_Gg2YYs_f88ZoDa4_5_-2XQmFV9oj7fGZMVsre6F4BA2LWmKAddzcZcS6F/s400/me+at+german+horizon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507725185595076866" /></a><br /><br />The Irish summer finished and after three months of shared life, we said good bay to each other. Since then, she went back to University and I haven’t stopped of bike travelling. America, Africa, Middle East, Europe. I have done many friends; I have discovered the faith in men, in me and in God. I know now that horizons should always be pursued and I will never give up of doing it. If you do that, will discover at every bend your old shadow and your friend’s paths. When I was going to ride the Southern Germany, I asked Andrea for sharing some miles. I picked her up again on my motorcycle and rode trough Black Forest and deep Bavaria. Tired but happy we arrived to Munich. Surprisingly easy to get on well again. When there are real friends, the absence is never too long, and neither too small the beer of the meeting. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7u-ih2mca3YSjSMBXwnk2F_31PWiVr_ILuV-O-gF68kmf9p3DFZvMFgIaJrmZD5oVVANjGFzbe_O8jrf0ofd-uM4b9ZnxxGc0Db40C72v5Od_EPo2LPY019BAYaA4VeRsStv_2WW2A2K/s1600/german+green+trail.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7u-ih2mca3YSjSMBXwnk2F_31PWiVr_ILuV-O-gF68kmf9p3DFZvMFgIaJrmZD5oVVANjGFzbe_O8jrf0ofd-uM4b9ZnxxGc0Db40C72v5Od_EPo2LPY019BAYaA4VeRsStv_2WW2A2K/s400/german+green+trail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507725178761028690" /></a><br /><br />El mundo vale la pena recorrerlo por segunda vez sólo para completar el círculo de los amigos hechos en la primera vuelta. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLdq7x1eh3ym_La3W0GTxQFvlHR3Ymaqb045z1tlyDREI8UE7dsLuAEqLSYLA0xO8uVudYunLbqynBWqtc1m6CVatzU_4qmPuhiPD-G3G4U5I8hJUvNHQGt7u3KHakKGT_32kFWc-Ntlt/s1600/arrived+to+munich.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLdq7x1eh3ym_La3W0GTxQFvlHR3Ymaqb045z1tlyDREI8UE7dsLuAEqLSYLA0xO8uVudYunLbqynBWqtc1m6CVatzU_4qmPuhiPD-G3G4U5I8hJUvNHQGt7u3KHakKGT_32kFWc-Ntlt/s400/arrived+to+munich.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507725167212859042" /></a><br /><br />It is worth to ride the World twice just to complete the circle of the friends you have done in the first lap.Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-63391850004654264432010-08-11T02:07:00.000-07:002010-08-11T02:16:25.457-07:00Catching up my father´s Harley<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5dsDf27SeQ89ZjskRe1qrsJP7edRbX3GwvF0fM4TSy2iaSPFKrgOYCk6-wjI3uy2GYwOL1HWe1Tx4KXkJ9mq6cTErrnO6reF7aHQx80ZPl_YEcrUk5GQh_51UHS9DqCFgeFbgjfspIae/s1600/h3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5dsDf27SeQ89ZjskRe1qrsJP7edRbX3GwvF0fM4TSy2iaSPFKrgOYCk6-wjI3uy2GYwOL1HWe1Tx4KXkJ9mq6cTErrnO6reF7aHQx80ZPl_YEcrUk5GQh_51UHS9DqCFgeFbgjfspIae/s400/h3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504077296543168930" /></a><br /><br />Este fin de semana lo pasé en Denia con mis progenitores y suspendí por unos días mis etapas europeas. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4UZVJo4EjxLUYsMsLpKkWWpw7UnTTudkU-ijdTUqlTzmu8b_QPNOky0WhxPRMXKsuDqtgVJEcGBTOC106ccFzYPR7Y6bi4eGPD2cMXvsPaVYuITOqrov6c_oTQ2_Ve3Aw9ZcWP7go0NM/s1600/dad+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4UZVJo4EjxLUYsMsLpKkWWpw7UnTTudkU-ijdTUqlTzmu8b_QPNOky0WhxPRMXKsuDqtgVJEcGBTOC106ccFzYPR7Y6bi4eGPD2cMXvsPaVYuITOqrov6c_oTQ2_Ve3Aw9ZcWP7go0NM/s400/dad+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504077272262681634" /></a><br /><br />Supongo que recordaréis el viaje que hice con mi madre (72 tacos de energía) de paquete desde Viena a Berlín. Ahora le ha tocado a mi padre hacer de líder motero de la manada. Se montó en una de sus Harley Davidson y me ordenó montar en la otra para ir a visitar la casa de campo que fuera de mis abuelos y que hoy es una romántica ruina en Onteniente. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCm7OEAPVo1UXFvaxEaM0btAruippS4muHcuPubB4CM2L1nQ3NjERPrPqfyOBSIuRuXPiDUViFCh0Yx31CutEscg88trG8Efqg2_YsEfgxFuVVyb67Cj3G0sKSoP3uf6nnm3I09JkVTq_/s1600/dad+going.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCm7OEAPVo1UXFvaxEaM0btAruippS4muHcuPubB4CM2L1nQ3NjERPrPqfyOBSIuRuXPiDUViFCh0Yx31CutEscg88trG8Efqg2_YsEfgxFuVVyb67Cj3G0sKSoP3uf6nnm3I09JkVTq_/s400/dad+going.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504077279374443922" /></a><br /><br />De paso, también se lo ordenó a mi tío Juan que pasaba por allí a visitarnos en su BMW RT 1150. No me cabe duda de que sabréis reconocer a mi ilustrísimo padre (ya jubilado), por si hay alguna duda, es el más macarra de los tres. Realmente espero que los genes sean decisivos.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqZKrFXTwJ8zvIeIeatgohB8qURoW3n19xkkeFzekXxTQUyhKqhyzKCrBrWcz5c0ih8jkskJdXYT0qDa9MswAGIrOBx7LXsXv_y2tnuUzupY92t52NYGenvueN01whiga-ZA8jJzDTEWx3/s1600/family+bike.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqZKrFXTwJ8zvIeIeatgohB8qURoW3n19xkkeFzekXxTQUyhKqhyzKCrBrWcz5c0ih8jkskJdXYT0qDa9MswAGIrOBx7LXsXv_y2tnuUzupY92t52NYGenvueN01whiga-ZA8jJzDTEWx3/s400/family+bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504077289508388770" /></a><br /><br /><br />I spent last weekend with my parents instead of keep on going on my European segment trip. You´d probably remember my mother trip from Wien to Berlin. Now it´s been my father time of being the bike leader of this family gang. He put on one of his Harley and said to me: put on the other one to visit your grand parents old country home. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsw7vjkN5u0hIOqMzr5q0S4aY8SNjVLbnTz_GbDmdp0R2qSPuYXx1acBFxpsE0VjcxosT0oTQ-q5z7xNqG7y4F98XHjyE2xxqCo4wW7nb_WwQj1AzPlfwO31jxEQ1hGPyfHOuOufJKeaWB/s1600/dad.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsw7vjkN5u0hIOqMzr5q0S4aY8SNjVLbnTz_GbDmdp0R2qSPuYXx1acBFxpsE0VjcxosT0oTQ-q5z7xNqG7y4F98XHjyE2xxqCo4wW7nb_WwQj1AzPlfwO31jxEQ1hGPyfHOuOufJKeaWB/s400/dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504077287435862162" /></a><br /><br /><br />Even his brother in law, my uncle Juan, had to follow us on his BMW RT 1150. I have no doubt you will recognize him. Is the toughest guy in the group. I really hope genes work.Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-62458908164856675032010-07-25T10:20:00.000-07:002010-07-25T11:42:13.803-07:00Paris, Paris<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXhgqNqUDiGCOBomjk7SOV1HacaoMEF_-GZ36Xl86KiwRF2grP06rXv457yk36H2SPsSkWCwS4iyaSSYS8vJTqkUdjh5AiPHOq442hyDtG2dwsCH2fqKEinUzJJxx26o8YIf95z23dnRyG/s1600/under+eiffel.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXhgqNqUDiGCOBomjk7SOV1HacaoMEF_-GZ36Xl86KiwRF2grP06rXv457yk36H2SPsSkWCwS4iyaSSYS8vJTqkUdjh5AiPHOq442hyDtG2dwsCH2fqKEinUzJJxx26o8YIf95z23dnRyG/s400/under+eiffel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497896637250610658" /></a><br /><br />Era escéptico acerca de París. Y es cierto que es una ciudad que vive del pasado. ¡Pero qué pasado! Hay que verlo, olerlo, oírlo, sentirlo y entonces se entiende. París es París y nada hay en el mundo que se le pueda igualar. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7rrRezXrHJ4uUWLaZBbprSO1eL2qQ93LsmLEZoqMazgnVNPxKAAgVp7x_uNREH2iThlKolD4O6r_3LjdW-oV7VWPYoECvQaEHH7yamM6b1f5DPz-xB5vzXejB48vXDaJqoq-rAErlP-3/s1600/notredame.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7rrRezXrHJ4uUWLaZBbprSO1eL2qQ93LsmLEZoqMazgnVNPxKAAgVp7x_uNREH2iThlKolD4O6r_3LjdW-oV7VWPYoECvQaEHH7yamM6b1f5DPz-xB5vzXejB48vXDaJqoq-rAErlP-3/s400/notredame.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497896630757150386" /></a><br /><br />I was sceptic about Paris. It is true this is a city which lives on its past. But what a past! You should hear it, smell it, taste it, see it. Once you are here, you will understand. Paris is Paris and even a King changed his religion to sit down beside The Sein. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPLixYKl4qpcnmwN2SH-UA2HysWTlnfUh_G4NhaxwswJvWYinEXogxttpd41ta-Xc_tAf8xiwwYeciii_IemotG9JmbSCi1Yp3lJs1hsPJrViSnJqB0ykHA3YV1U3D1EzeVj9GmN6hlGu/s1600/paris++breakfast.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPLixYKl4qpcnmwN2SH-UA2HysWTlnfUh_G4NhaxwswJvWYinEXogxttpd41ta-Xc_tAf8xiwwYeciii_IemotG9JmbSCi1Yp3lJs1hsPJrViSnJqB0ykHA3YV1U3D1EzeVj9GmN6hlGu/s400/paris++breakfast.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497896622623782290" /></a><br /><br />Eso sí, a todos los que vienen aquí a trabajar les dicen algo parecido a lo que se podía leer en el pórtico del Infierno de Dante: "Abandonad toda amabilidad"; la gente no acude en masa a París para encontrar un camarero amable, lo que esperan es un borde, así que si quieres hacer carrera en esta ciudad, sé antipático. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpOu_jvKMu3sqXLvYsCsAIaCE0ziLBQXEJ4xXa22jHthL4ffbNNksVO_caO5Ft88t6bALdB009-mhfkFQxOR0laBxFrY8d2_CY8l1DZMHP0lG41F23PHzB3A4fA_y2Ya7vsm3lecKYelc/s1600/louvre.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpOu_jvKMu3sqXLvYsCsAIaCE0ziLBQXEJ4xXa22jHthL4ffbNNksVO_caO5Ft88t6bALdB009-mhfkFQxOR0laBxFrY8d2_CY8l1DZMHP0lG41F23PHzB3A4fA_y2Ya7vsm3lecKYelc/s400/louvre.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497896618687336354" /></a><br /><br />But do not expect to find any friendship here. If you come to work as a waiter you will probably hear similar words as written at the Dante Hell´s Gate. “Give up any good mood. People do not come to spend their money because your nice smile, so erase it from your face or you will not go far in this city”<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgAFFMFHumf3OaALFlugY46MTu_7VCjzK79vXG4LRpJkHg5sLLXpYMQ62LsGYxHRl_LqXb8ZBq__LQMQn42_EuyVN-I2EOTo2WRHAUHOR44rvPBgXkCrhhxsCHfe2JlGK4HInyjg5kt5W/s1600/arco+triunfo.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgAFFMFHumf3OaALFlugY46MTu_7VCjzK79vXG4LRpJkHg5sLLXpYMQ62LsGYxHRl_LqXb8ZBq__LQMQn42_EuyVN-I2EOTo2WRHAUHOR44rvPBgXkCrhhxsCHfe2JlGK4HInyjg5kt5W/s400/arco+triunfo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497896605796582130" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-66614131036698576692010-07-20T08:00:00.000-07:002010-07-20T08:20:00.987-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_9y5CEx_6ThIy22AKvxkstcKqrXYy7nyx9pr7lB7ohRwrQZR744sI2UrVAPny5n3F-wuz4kLP0oRaRUPfniSRs06Zor-QnhGA3MfMqyZO0LZ7CwHAesM5eTwkOfYQLQv9miQz25ic2p6/s1600/breda+channel.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_9y5CEx_6ThIy22AKvxkstcKqrXYy7nyx9pr7lB7ohRwrQZR744sI2UrVAPny5n3F-wuz4kLP0oRaRUPfniSRs06Zor-QnhGA3MfMqyZO0LZ7CwHAesM5eTwkOfYQLQv9miQz25ic2p6/s400/breda+channel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496004938425287730" /></a><br /><br />Hi all. I rode from Holland to France. I stopped in Breda, a tiny dutch town, nothing special. One channel, one church, one old long street, one coffeshop... but all the Spaniards know it because a master artwork by Velazquez. The Breda surrender. One of the most magical paintwork of our Golden Age. Nobody in Breda knew they are in the map because an Spanish artist. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42gQzIIcLnOsfTkojR9AUO0MRJM8oSC-KjYOPINtzQ1Z-KMRjPhWqbx5IyC0d-nF9w-3PtE7i7s_SDRjHFJFrhq1-R7Ms2bSoDX5P88gLpy_Z0b3Nnx8lWvN39qx7C3lVJM8nmBf8hl3d/s1600/path+to+heaven.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42gQzIIcLnOsfTkojR9AUO0MRJM8oSC-KjYOPINtzQ1Z-KMRjPhWqbx5IyC0d-nF9w-3PtE7i7s_SDRjHFJFrhq1-R7Ms2bSoDX5P88gLpy_Z0b3Nnx8lWvN39qx7C3lVJM8nmBf8hl3d/s400/path+to+heaven.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496004965821873170" /></a><br /><br /> <br />I crossed Belgium stopping in Brugge; herds were walking around and one female cop wanted to chat with me when saw my travelled motorcycle. No, darling, I am not going to spend the night here. I know the town pretty well. I left and pop in Verneu, small town, beautiful like Brugge, but isolated and quieter. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5RKbLnvAeJMeNKVOYEAP3VF4A3KmaDPmZs8cc8NHGWQe-pRVhk2PZRn579hfXXh_dfS4pxk11bFhyphenhyphen9mLB9oBI7g7kudjbutyfhPqTmoMB84svj7zS4gBZUPe06G0R341o_Ax5CfE2MW3Z/s1600/brugge.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5RKbLnvAeJMeNKVOYEAP3VF4A3KmaDPmZs8cc8NHGWQe-pRVhk2PZRn579hfXXh_dfS4pxk11bFhyphenhyphen9mLB9oBI7g7kudjbutyfhPqTmoMB84svj7zS4gBZUPe06G0R341o_Ax5CfE2MW3Z/s400/brugge.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496004945795613154" /></a><br /><br /> <br />Then France. Normandy. Where the Big Day Happened. I got myself into the mud they fought and visited the graveyards. The american one was like Disneyland. Buses were parking beside the crosses to vomit their herds. Few miles away, I found a german one. Nobody disturbed their long dreams. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGvMYJebeDq58gyezW85_uz_mrbunEjRCiLe278Q1sASocGXjAGbT9o8PvhP7yscbZ4WhqZLXEwhH0S9_lsMsOebQHMuo9_tVaWwWxsqWdJnklktteJ9j82bx05kcCiPbWlGNpgvKk4rW/s1600/bike+in+yellow+land.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGvMYJebeDq58gyezW85_uz_mrbunEjRCiLe278Q1sASocGXjAGbT9o8PvhP7yscbZ4WhqZLXEwhH0S9_lsMsOebQHMuo9_tVaWwWxsqWdJnklktteJ9j82bx05kcCiPbWlGNpgvKk4rW/s400/bike+in+yellow+land.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496004954054567954" /></a><br /> <br />And finally, I go the glory. I saw Paris from my bike, but didn´t want to go in yet. Not alone, not this time. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzyv6U3Qpv7uNhwTRSSrLUrCeQEiV3d4kg6XFwT7YbpwTnjPlOYcImYk19Hs7FHVnOyb1X44KqrDetrzmi41H0spT958ln5D5691hkvShkwMPv9TYAOBp3Zc7MVU_80ZTQCnfRYHd1GTH/s1600/normandia+cliff.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzyv6U3Qpv7uNhwTRSSrLUrCeQEiV3d4kg6XFwT7YbpwTnjPlOYcImYk19Hs7FHVnOyb1X44KqrDetrzmi41H0spT958ln5D5691hkvShkwMPv9TYAOBp3Zc7MVU_80ZTQCnfRYHd1GTH/s400/normandia+cliff.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496004958768080738" /></a><br /><br />Noche en Holanda, en Breda, donde nadie sabía que están en el maldito mapa universal por culpa de Velazquez. Cruzo a Bélgica. No son muy divertidos los países bajos. Demasiada densidad humana. Poco espacio abierto. ¿Y Brujas? ya me la conozco y hay hordas por todas partes. Mejor Verneu, más pequeño, tranquilo pero igual de bello.<br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6RPP8G73fRBKjyBSaOizKtv7t52W7OuwtgR4gqSvO_3_XMIXOSaTIBcnfr85ZupFBdx8lbZ-WoA-71dk4nqRVp4-FXNTDFjZJs75qhpc0FZoFe81jiW3j5v7S9itTcWxsxxpyOqJeQkw/s1600/german+graves+2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6RPP8G73fRBKjyBSaOizKtv7t52W7OuwtgR4gqSvO_3_XMIXOSaTIBcnfr85ZupFBdx8lbZ-WoA-71dk4nqRVp4-FXNTDFjZJs75qhpc0FZoFe81jiW3j5v7S9itTcWxsxxpyOqJeQkw/s400/german+graves+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496008194193768546" /></a><br /><br />Después a Francia. Más grande, poco simpática, pero impresionante. Recorrer Normandia. Homenaje a las tropas aliadas. Y también a las alemanas. Todos murieron en buena lid. Y mientras el cementerio americano es un parque de atracciones, alemán que encontré medio escondido estaba tranquilo y vacío. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVYzU1ijbJIPNmavNU_frmtKliSGdvBBJF1CMSsxt6mRN0VwchJnpTmy7qh4qJq8vwLFyjGuOB5jxfLAjH__uy0Rb44vUtIXXovVSSvMCOKAxxNzEc0QyTNr3I7zGl_h1BoSI9Vg6tidu/s1600/mud+2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVYzU1ijbJIPNmavNU_frmtKliSGdvBBJF1CMSsxt6mRN0VwchJnpTmy7qh4qJq8vwLFyjGuOB5jxfLAjH__uy0Rb44vUtIXXovVSSvMCOKAxxNzEc0QyTNr3I7zGl_h1BoSI9Vg6tidu/s400/mud+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496006900297993666" /></a><br /> <br />Por cierto, siempre que puedo, como la cabra, tiro para el monte, para la pista, para el barro, quizá demasiado incluso.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDck5Y-onKwOVo55oV9GSgA_AUE-pFxMJXXYxx3ptUR3x3Yim1mNvt7IE1PGwPsYqNelIU5GBCWcX_RjNlD-84o_4EZPvHX8x_x-6_afuHWzWU50RUHzJafLOQgdY6q120ttfbKA65sCOb/s1600/rambouillet+castle.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDck5Y-onKwOVo55oV9GSgA_AUE-pFxMJXXYxx3ptUR3x3Yim1mNvt7IE1PGwPsYqNelIU5GBCWcX_RjNlD-84o_4EZPvHX8x_x-6_afuHWzWU50RUHzJafLOQgdY6q120ttfbKA65sCOb/s400/rambouillet+castle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496006910598339266" /></a><br /><br />Y por fin, después del cieno, divisar la Gloria de París. Pero sin entrar en ella solo. Hay que esperar un poco más. París bien vale una semana de paciencia. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEict4soycFo89JsedhL77oK5mvpgfARb5zu_Oj7YdAyW1Oadu7dFkj5qjc7z4I7E6Yb43t-2Np71ObXovmKME4b0xiAKjLVYL8VIfecA9truJC8ktysc3mQgc7L7KDoUNf6jTeq3M0SJIEp/s1600/torre.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEict4soycFo89JsedhL77oK5mvpgfARb5zu_Oj7YdAyW1Oadu7dFkj5qjc7z4I7E6Yb43t-2Np71ObXovmKME4b0xiAKjLVYL8VIfecA9truJC8ktysc3mQgc7L7KDoUNf6jTeq3M0SJIEp/s400/torre.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496006919473051010" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-53455366116308812992010-07-12T12:33:00.000-07:002010-07-20T02:41:38.750-07:00algo de Berlín y de la vidaAlternar vuelos low cost y moto ofrece una vasta visión general de la realidad. Lo más estabulado, organizado, segmentado (el precio de un billete cambia a cada minuto, a cada asiento, a cada click), estudiado y liofilizado... <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKHDG1FEXOp_6rRsGWOecRR608Qc3wNAgnqhCPdovHLF718bqufMte5T2fvqs9ePCppAcG5jN21o8MC0-TgE2BwNosqNRgX8IpoldKxuUnnn2ursocETiIJL7hltXRnRXnxTjBHzfdrZb/s1600/me+in+berlin.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKHDG1FEXOp_6rRsGWOecRR608Qc3wNAgnqhCPdovHLF718bqufMte5T2fvqs9ePCppAcG5jN21o8MC0-TgE2BwNosqNRgX8IpoldKxuUnnn2ursocETiIJL7hltXRnRXnxTjBHzfdrZb/s400/me+in+berlin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495900667656927554" /></a><br /><br />Now, when I reached the ¾ part of my goal of riding Europe just in weekends, I can say this trip has been totally different any other bike journeys I’ve done because the stop, fly and go system. Is not a worse or better issue. I am having a lot of fun. Is something about life and modern world. <br /><br />This trip has two souls completely apart one from each other. One soul is the big sadness of low cost flights, crowded airports, unfriendly crews, long delays, passengers treated (and acting) like sheep. I am here, among them, but I am out, far away, watching the terror movie, because I am part of the other soul.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-BWbzZ4MQYUTXLZ77at_eyJ9eVedMKRA4AjYklcMJ3022dS8_bIEPlGXPHeMiOrQWbnQj-KRFlZe46KBazMVnUSt7N0B3X0ni6gwpx41rUYGuLNyTKSBw7xfi4uvrP-NbL6sjsXAMC_9/s1600/dream+dream+dreaming.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-BWbzZ4MQYUTXLZ77at_eyJ9eVedMKRA4AjYklcMJ3022dS8_bIEPlGXPHeMiOrQWbnQj-KRFlZe46KBazMVnUSt7N0B3X0ni6gwpx41rUYGuLNyTKSBw7xfi4uvrP-NbL6sjsXAMC_9/s400/dream+dream+dreaming.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493107843261865090" /></a><br /><br />The riding one, when you feel the freedom of getting lost on the narrowest back roads apart from motorways. Then you see how big, beautiful and savage is still our old land called Europe. Even the professional sellers hadn’t been able to market her real essence yet.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJmWEUzovYmACRHQU9kpj9MRf1qxgEwNvkkiQ-H7TFfP0XvX-pwBeEAeEmU3fqhqetb1TG0JVqVpyAg8hM-kf0sOjpbkX8nOpoZMrAfzSeobxKpjN-ThgR7Q0nxUTRCmL9-o74X_XHmjt/s1600/golden+germany.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJmWEUzovYmACRHQU9kpj9MRf1qxgEwNvkkiQ-H7TFfP0XvX-pwBeEAeEmU3fqhqetb1TG0JVqVpyAg8hM-kf0sOjpbkX8nOpoZMrAfzSeobxKpjN-ThgR7Q0nxUTRCmL9-o74X_XHmjt/s400/golden+germany.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493107848455547122" /></a><br /><br />Ahora que he alcanzado las ¾ partes de mi objetivo de recorrer Europa en fines de semana puedo decir que este viaje está siendo totalmente diferente de otros. No es que sea mejor o peor, es algo acerca de la vida moderna. <br /><br />Este viaje tiene dos almas completamente diferentes. Una es la gran tristeza de los vuelos baratos, los aeropuertos atestados, las tripulaciones hostiles, los retrasos, los pasajeros tratados (y comportándose) como ovejas. <br /><br />La otra alma es la que vivo sobre la moto. La libertad de perderse por las carreteras secundarias para ver como de grande, bella y salvaje es todavía esta vieja tierra nuestra llamada Europa. Incluso los mercaderes profesionales no han sido capaces todavía de vender su verdadera esencia. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-SHKkTktD5GQOMLQchqUPHEVxONNQ4hMECg6zXs9AizraelKS2MoBTXO36zDwAP_zlOvLpYn9lx1ZUwpExZZdTq6oYxMMB72p6Npsf5aTH_E_g3SlqSMhQmeCIkWjGeSlwFzU3R8uRhUh/s1600/german+sunset.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-SHKkTktD5GQOMLQchqUPHEVxONNQ4hMECg6zXs9AizraelKS2MoBTXO36zDwAP_zlOvLpYn9lx1ZUwpExZZdTq6oYxMMB72p6Npsf5aTH_E_g3SlqSMhQmeCIkWjGeSlwFzU3R8uRhUh/s400/german+sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495900658147527202" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-12270289140567442472010-07-12T06:48:00.000-07:002010-07-12T06:54:28.245-07:00We did it.No words today. My face (and the face from the guy in orange) is enough. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0cWJ7sluQoUrDIpu-e2Rz3Odlwza5BHs9TkFTCZ-bZKT-oWnIbZakvqxhesKRoB9QmuglNCk9kMIObcEKvqzKKiZwg1blhCAcA9FDq4qbvvPx9-F6DyW4k508qo6C4DkQOYxozLHk4P7/s1600/DSCN9731.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0cWJ7sluQoUrDIpu-e2Rz3Odlwza5BHs9TkFTCZ-bZKT-oWnIbZakvqxhesKRoB9QmuglNCk9kMIObcEKvqzKKiZwg1blhCAcA9FDq4qbvvPx9-F6DyW4k508qo6C4DkQOYxozLHk4P7/s400/DSCN9731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493016583642379090" /></a><br /><br />No hacen falta palabras. Mi cara (y la del chico de naranaja) son suficientes.Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-85554772717997306642010-07-11T10:33:00.000-07:002010-07-11T10:38:47.587-07:00In the Big History<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1-RFIe6EdRGDqxKNOiLhtFqyLEyhtK3SM7Gg1uTlSp3IAcsixZl9k8iNDnUiP2ZrbVPCs2Bua58lGIYZiGAUvPcNUwxqgKa_uoRsJQ0y2fb5z5y6frOELWMb3vK3rdtcj_OGBFIVkgh4E/s1600/12th+player.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1-RFIe6EdRGDqxKNOiLhtFqyLEyhtK3SM7Gg1uTlSp3IAcsixZl9k8iNDnUiP2ZrbVPCs2Bua58lGIYZiGAUvPcNUwxqgKa_uoRsJQ0y2fb5z5y6frOELWMb3vK3rdtcj_OGBFIVkgh4E/s400/12th+player.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492704176837747922" /></a><br /><br />Mañana tal vez despertemos, pero hoy podemos soñar. Estoy en Amsterdam para enfrentar la horda naranja. Tonto o héore, ¿hay alguna diferencia?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rHRr6QKS8a8uD7u1gJ9dWn0q25ufYMQ4gWaJSX5slezPxzNndEqTQuh5ZVmJDETCA3IBm62_uzcb74FAU2uY8Iu7PBBKpd2dp-Q8H7ziaLMWSk21Zsd_wYgYjV_CmhCmSUs4yKXwaFUH/s1600/supporters.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rHRr6QKS8a8uD7u1gJ9dWn0q25ufYMQ4gWaJSX5slezPxzNndEqTQuh5ZVmJDETCA3IBm62_uzcb74FAU2uY8Iu7PBBKpd2dp-Q8H7ziaLMWSk21Zsd_wYgYjV_CmhCmSUs4yKXwaFUH/s400/supporters.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492704183244807234" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-17192399363096803672010-07-09T12:08:00.000-07:002010-07-09T12:10:24.795-07:00The Polish ride<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7M_jkECq_yxvOV7dyemYpP06-wxz-9Qm7wD9y3xNrfuQ981E66ZnFG7SflSjFl2ryqP9cGThBj9OxLX9RhJN9pX8DnKiHnmsPjnNTloT1w3aOBw1LH4d4fhFeMJJ7T8v1DzZV7vAIjoQh/s1600/berlin+battle+museum.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7M_jkECq_yxvOV7dyemYpP06-wxz-9Qm7wD9y3xNrfuQ981E66ZnFG7SflSjFl2ryqP9cGThBj9OxLX9RhJN9pX8DnKiHnmsPjnNTloT1w3aOBw1LH4d4fhFeMJJ7T8v1DzZV7vAIjoQh/s400/berlin+battle+museum.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491981665217594514" /></a><br /><br />De nuevo en Berlín he decidido que había que hacer dos cosas. Una era seguir el curso del Ejército Soviético en su ataque sobre la ciudad con 2 millones y medio de soldados. La mayor fuerza ofensiva de la Historia. El hecho de que la capital resistiera semanas tamaño embate sabiendo que todo estaba perdido dice mucho de la capacidad de los alemanes (a los cuales robamos la camisa ayer en el Mundial). <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7G6F__-5EG5878qNutzSL9lLntDKvCus13OhPoUzh6RPEdaniW_eI2O0fFmsmPReCWW3EDoLRizV2VpTXp1dEyE5mgyItrE1U1_CW3Uwx3NWGcjyehC6CnU9bRTwKIA3UoosuLU9vdvg3/s1600/princeses+birthplace.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7G6F__-5EG5878qNutzSL9lLntDKvCus13OhPoUzh6RPEdaniW_eI2O0fFmsmPReCWW3EDoLRizV2VpTXp1dEyE5mgyItrE1U1_CW3Uwx3NWGcjyehC6CnU9bRTwKIA3UoosuLU9vdvg3/s400/princeses+birthplace.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491978012362350018" /></a><br /><br /><br />La otra era visitar la fábrica de BMW Motorrad, o sea, el lugar de nacimiento de mis amadas princesas. Por cierto, hablando de princesas, ésta que estoy conduciendo ya se ha ganado su nombre. La compré no hace mucho de segunda mano con 45.000 km a un policía. El precio me resultó irresistible y necesitaba darle un respiro a Little Fat, que se ha ganado a pulso ser mi favorita y disfrutar por ello de un estatus que la dispensa de gastar su mecánica en un terreno tan fácil como Europa. Para ella están reservadas nuevas metas de las que ya hablaré cuando corresponda. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLHK_rO0r_Tc1sT1_4DsOUIGnhIvUuskTnf0SkcaCctw_-rSZ4xjoLaIGNwox8JN0Vh59a2fO5crFJW-b11O7Qf-iWo3ihXXc1q9rJNyfhR4pLzmTZ77FSsG86dd7gGOSyGjxoNdkOvFu/s1600/poland+grain.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLHK_rO0r_Tc1sT1_4DsOUIGnhIvUuskTnf0SkcaCctw_-rSZ4xjoLaIGNwox8JN0Vh59a2fO5crFJW-b11O7Qf-iWo3ihXXc1q9rJNyfhR4pLzmTZ77FSsG86dd7gGOSyGjxoNdkOvFu/s400/poland+grain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491978045581845202" /></a><br /><br />Llevamos juntos ya más de 5000 kilómetros y hemos alcanzado algunas de las capitales míticas de Europa. Ha logrado sus galones en mi afecto. Y un nombre. Aunque tengo dudas, por una parte me apetece llamarla Jackie the Tripper pero inmediatamente siento que merece ser llamada Red Jackie, por su color y por los países que está rodando. No se lo que opináis, y os invito a decantaros por uno. El caso es que Jackie se ha encontrado con que no todo es de color asfalto en su viaje. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DQluiA3wQY-KraujdXo1fQRCScj3wEITbI6p3G81DKKJADUZ9Ga3ZvDz4z1PMfiacQKOm1xMFykPIQv6UJOMjpfkZxn3pszHMobrUZMgR4HtEcyg-OE54WvktzEh4VEU4AFVc9tX3vxf/s1600/poland+forest+III.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DQluiA3wQY-KraujdXo1fQRCScj3wEITbI6p3G81DKKJADUZ9Ga3ZvDz4z1PMfiacQKOm1xMFykPIQv6UJOMjpfkZxn3pszHMobrUZMgR4HtEcyg-OE54WvktzEh4VEU4AFVc9tX3vxf/s400/poland+forest+III.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491981695353317298" /></a><br /><br /><br />Siguiendo el curso inverso del ataque ruso, hemos entrado en Polonia. Pensaba hacer una mera visita de cortesía al país, recorrer un poco su frontera y regresar a Berlín porque mañana viene un buen amigo con ímpetu de erudito para revivir los zarpazos de la ofensiva total que pondría fin a la guerra con el suicidio de un acorralado Hitler. Cualquiera que haya visto la magnífica película El Hundimiento, sentirá una emoción especial buscando los vestigios de la batalla. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivK_HzI77WuV3piBwZVrHPAdTGg1Tr7JuKqxRVx-fiTLUnYrLfyPl3fvadJt_K8VL8Pb_DS3v9iIBs8KACI2EuSEUKANc5_65HyPn1cgAgFCpgOwj3UxcUoHLUVXMv1OF4kArdrX2MJGYl/s1600/poland+sand.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivK_HzI77WuV3piBwZVrHPAdTGg1Tr7JuKqxRVx-fiTLUnYrLfyPl3fvadJt_K8VL8Pb_DS3v9iIBs8KACI2EuSEUKANc5_65HyPn1cgAgFCpgOwj3UxcUoHLUVXMv1OF4kArdrX2MJGYl/s400/poland+sand.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491978041342119634" /></a><br /><br />O sea, que no tenía más misión en Polonia que corretear por la frontera y volver a Alemania. Pues bien, al poner en el GPS el primer pueblo polaco que me ha saltado a los ojos al abrir el mapa, el caprichoso aparato me ha metido por una pista forestal sin limpiar en todo el invierno. Por allí no había pasado nadie desde hacía meses. El paisaje era abrumador, boscoso a ratos, con ciervos huyendo de mi motor, y a ratos cerealístico. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5FmJHC8GxQUQu3lD9dud90WYmx6lWcGXMrWWkYben_keIzwE9zEOPAihXlqjWkogxbseTSGzpHsj6qXpPmFLzYj9-m5eXS9q364B00jab_lUnyXmA2p4pCzhyemWE-UPXkhtGtw62Wvf/s1600/poland+fall+down.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5FmJHC8GxQUQu3lD9dud90WYmx6lWcGXMrWWkYben_keIzwE9zEOPAihXlqjWkogxbseTSGzpHsj6qXpPmFLzYj9-m5eXS9q364B00jab_lUnyXmA2p4pCzhyemWE-UPXkhtGtw62Wvf/s400/poland+fall+down.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491981689112878354" /></a><br /><br />Con el trigo muy alto y muy amarillo, era como recorrer un país amarillo e insólito. El piso tan arenoso como un desierto africano. Ha sido una divertidísima sorpresa, con caída incluida en una curva arenosa. No soy un piloto de enduro. Me gustan las pistas y las trialeras, pero no tengo pericia de endurero y como siempre viajo solo, nunca arriesgo en el terreno grueso. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEG-plOuFZwrs-IS5w1D34r8FTQPBGw6xa3rCy8AkGaEGVany7JTA1pz9uWurwRy1VUmWNhbOtSVXnpPEqPGGR3lJXyC3EeTGYbrZjy_1Sty3tE-kXY1Nx4nab7fqI9rH5RKD45IdcO84/s1600/poland+way+to+go.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEG-plOuFZwrs-IS5w1D34r8FTQPBGw6xa3rCy8AkGaEGVany7JTA1pz9uWurwRy1VUmWNhbOtSVXnpPEqPGGR3lJXyC3EeTGYbrZjy_1Sty3tE-kXY1Nx4nab7fqI9rH5RKD45IdcO84/s400/poland+way+to+go.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491978028400064722" /></a><br /><br />No se puede decir que sea un experto. Eso sí, me lo paso como un enano y por pura necesidad he superado tramos dificilísimos en Asia, África, Oriente Medio, Turquía o América. El terreno no me detiene. En ese sentido soy como un panzer. En fin, un regalo inesperado en Polonia. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxnZITGIJu-j7riZIXCyu6Alc-EpHlcYBDZ38fKP8tb6-_QNsj0gA3TSuh-pAhGtLu96SYQWiE2JvrSuwiMmHxQxtf5upoerkU8fyfGQIvdVSiC0KuDVeu48GzWcPBAFjQRNufyRlnSis/s1600/poland+wheat.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxnZITGIJu-j7riZIXCyu6Alc-EpHlcYBDZ38fKP8tb6-_QNsj0gA3TSuh-pAhGtLu96SYQWiE2JvrSuwiMmHxQxtf5upoerkU8fyfGQIvdVSiC0KuDVeu48GzWcPBAFjQRNufyRlnSis/s400/poland+wheat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491978019722649362" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1GFftnEpMMsiSJwMkvHz8aGAOSRSeqE13jjynE2pFjrPJ9-UY_uf_muzDi6aloW2d3yb_YuqyNzxMtQuM6QJcj8bbr1sA6OLN2cDx0_voidQgGEZ8TrqxhtEDELKbgcX9y0-TZmMLEtB/s1600/me+on+poland.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1GFftnEpMMsiSJwMkvHz8aGAOSRSeqE13jjynE2pFjrPJ9-UY_uf_muzDi6aloW2d3yb_YuqyNzxMtQuM6QJcj8bbr1sA6OLN2cDx0_voidQgGEZ8TrqxhtEDELKbgcX9y0-TZmMLEtB/s400/me+on+poland.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491981679822787026" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-70242068103761931832010-07-07T04:10:00.000-07:002010-07-07T04:55:56.535-07:00Travelling with my mother<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRt5mCAGu4e5X2rGi5atw_gYUHHSelR5M-yGPHpffBR8j0Eoddb0JCYJarpF3zXJLmO3AjAXB9WWeYEV2jw9Ap3vRHU5ZCfkf2gPtNjzDemTgdmFb9crMQAjDjwHB8nOJhZqTyQLl3U34B/s1600/big+whatever.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRt5mCAGu4e5X2rGi5atw_gYUHHSelR5M-yGPHpffBR8j0Eoddb0JCYJarpF3zXJLmO3AjAXB9WWeYEV2jw9Ap3vRHU5ZCfkf2gPtNjzDemTgdmFb9crMQAjDjwHB8nOJhZqTyQLl3U34B/s400/big+whatever.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491121679190540626" /></a><br /><br />The third leg of this European trip was going to be a ride between the two Europes, the Western and the Eastern ones. Starting in Austria, heading Slovakia, crossing Chezck Republic and ending up in the most visible sign of the former borders: Berlin. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpS4BX_G_Ryq3AYYEjj0LfTjSTz8jIg4AfH7kf3UPZonj4OeubxO89I4Z2dCFsQlubg35M_Pp7To_vfh4DNbNUQBd0JO_IV-PXlpiyhRFWr9GKncHww1F0ZWJOI2wO4OdI0qO7amqIljpO/s1600/welcome+to+wien.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpS4BX_G_Ryq3AYYEjj0LfTjSTz8jIg4AfH7kf3UPZonj4OeubxO89I4Z2dCFsQlubg35M_Pp7To_vfh4DNbNUQBd0JO_IV-PXlpiyhRFWr9GKncHww1F0ZWJOI2wO4OdI0qO7amqIljpO/s400/welcome+to+wien.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491122764014455810" /></a><br /><br />I was not alone this time. My brave mother was with me. She is 72 but still strong. My present for her was a tamdem parachuting jump. When she landed, she wanted to jump again. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1iwiBEui-JRTyQe9nGHezmbd6wpOMIbuLLRTf0BeL-E4RsEEgAWBvWh2AUrgVChu_kW9u_qBife8ohXFeOYQDibXTvlkywgG0fxXOdaxgh4DkAM9bGc6zk7N0DCB0Qe_W488CIWou3mm/s1600/mom+little+monster.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1iwiBEui-JRTyQe9nGHezmbd6wpOMIbuLLRTf0BeL-E4RsEEgAWBvWh2AUrgVChu_kW9u_qBife8ohXFeOYQDibXTvlkywgG0fxXOdaxgh4DkAM9bGc6zk7N0DCB0Qe_W488CIWou3mm/s400/mom+little+monster.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491122755767118210" /></a><br /><br />In Wien we visited my two goals. The Belvedere, to watch the Klimt and Schiele art works, and the Prater, to put on the big famous wheel. Remember The Third Man, from Graham Green and the film by Orson Welles.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDaDmP6QZ06iJ1vOccZ49SsKIMpLWLXv-UsuDGwVJW_q80A9CsZq2O0Lgiup7OtDoSKH_JuNdUxgh4HVUiWZwSzzzh3P0MNvSp9dEAWPOu568kLSlCAf5tQwQOCETJWWVB-P-6135Kohi/s1600/the+third+bike.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDaDmP6QZ06iJ1vOccZ49SsKIMpLWLXv-UsuDGwVJW_q80A9CsZq2O0Lgiup7OtDoSKH_JuNdUxgh4HVUiWZwSzzzh3P0MNvSp9dEAWPOu568kLSlCAf5tQwQOCETJWWVB-P-6135Kohi/s400/the+third+bike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491121700259750018" /></a><br /><br />In Prague we had two nights just walking around fascinated by the beautiness. The city is an open art museum. And the beer is great. We were always thirsty.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZmxzM_eOicUqE3hc_XJekOVwkdlAsSna7GIjjGnNGV87scfNLXakwdfF3cikRIT51T7qGEMWaqsISX7Y-6OU5kSGxTOiG5a3AeKAh_vilvIQZFEvy5M0pebWX8dAxPOb_Q5pV6b2d5w5/s1600/praga+square.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZmxzM_eOicUqE3hc_XJekOVwkdlAsSna7GIjjGnNGV87scfNLXakwdfF3cikRIT51T7qGEMWaqsISX7Y-6OU5kSGxTOiG5a3AeKAh_vilvIQZFEvy5M0pebWX8dAxPOb_Q5pV6b2d5w5/s400/praga+square.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491125069993698258" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63NV1PCkMCHENf3fQD79viFI1_Hwj664UlL73ww6c5MyYBwGpXzwJvlli-yM3ytfkNbF5J99X9oMsBTgFtoOwuqQiTzj9BDXErrcy8tGEaDqNeqXSS2WGO73zj0mPyBrmxp_xKMWSnI_Z/s1600/praga+sunset.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63NV1PCkMCHENf3fQD79viFI1_Hwj664UlL73ww6c5MyYBwGpXzwJvlli-yM3ytfkNbF5J99X9oMsBTgFtoOwuqQiTzj9BDXErrcy8tGEaDqNeqXSS2WGO73zj0mPyBrmxp_xKMWSnI_Z/s400/praga+sunset.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491121689003251634" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8tYRZu1bikx9VGjHS-DhPaJrn8MEiI4Z_-K0SLxzxy2jThQrul90Ja7Xm_vX1UOI-YbdeBSr_mhBJ4ZrK45ojyRr4u3ZEMZQ2DZtTiha-f65OU-om7ScVeGGce-oi_Uxf2UGsSassTwQ/s1600/praga.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8tYRZu1bikx9VGjHS-DhPaJrn8MEiI4Z_-K0SLxzxy2jThQrul90Ja7Xm_vX1UOI-YbdeBSr_mhBJ4ZrK45ojyRr4u3ZEMZQ2DZtTiha-f65OU-om7ScVeGGce-oi_Uxf2UGsSassTwQ/s400/praga.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491130616971250114" /></a><br /><br /><br />The small roads we took across the green countryside were amazing and my mother was so happy. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8Y8ux6MsfGQbtjRo9wLmkbStxRRkmdp8mAj2qGmm6VD0gpohv_C2cyZfzZadLKmzI7UaJlf-3cHjRF26cAKfdynogGqOUENHx8IIB88_t9FO63CiivEPM49qw58ABG4K_VHBq678a3hw/s1600/german+border+and+family+mafia.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8Y8ux6MsfGQbtjRo9wLmkbStxRRkmdp8mAj2qGmm6VD0gpohv_C2cyZfzZadLKmzI7UaJlf-3cHjRF26cAKfdynogGqOUENHx8IIB88_t9FO63CiivEPM49qw58ABG4K_VHBq678a3hw/s400/german+border+and+family+mafia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491121686759885202" /></a><br /><br />And, of course, when we arrived Berlin I could say Ich bin ein berliner as I did in New York, Samarcand or Cape Town. I was there because I arrived step by step, mile by mile, suffering cold, hot, rain and wind. And my mother was there to see her son getting a new small triumph. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhmFhOrcPA0H3pvUM4AENZDBZfyqqJUmLj55w6zRior_0mqbcsk_J32AF5ELVgHBo1ybEpWwZ2T8icPg_3XL-HCtXyl58a8kXsHn6aBhj3zFA8vVmueqMCtniHk4iZdwAob6gbo3t5G8o/s1600/brandemburg+tor.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhmFhOrcPA0H3pvUM4AENZDBZfyqqJUmLj55w6zRior_0mqbcsk_J32AF5ELVgHBo1ybEpWwZ2T8icPg_3XL-HCtXyl58a8kXsHn6aBhj3zFA8vVmueqMCtniHk4iZdwAob6gbo3t5G8o/s400/brandemburg+tor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491121665147937938" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-63062765622781150142010-06-29T02:19:00.000-07:002010-06-29T03:25:00.379-07:00The man who climbed a mountain and rode down a hill. From Zurich to VienaDear friends, the old Europe could be still young. As you know, I am riding it by segments. I parked my bike at the Zurich airport during the working week days, and went back to pick her up last weekend. The weather was warm but the French controller were on a strike, so I was held up in Barcelona waiting those motherfuckers give up their protest. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYRMgMDElZDM9x6x6rwA6bLM0XmC3YVECnOVxC_gXt-M_lrSip3ndS0R5KcCTIfJXs55si1nFU5O9I-AhF5KQsX9PcpTe2FTabD3KrUiYMOhvIqfnDUZcX4U8GF66vXczEnpnVaNDmeOg/s1600/dwarf+on+austrian+chair.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYRMgMDElZDM9x6x6rwA6bLM0XmC3YVECnOVxC_gXt-M_lrSip3ndS0R5KcCTIfJXs55si1nFU5O9I-AhF5KQsX9PcpTe2FTabD3KrUiYMOhvIqfnDUZcX4U8GF66vXczEnpnVaNDmeOg/s400/dwarf+on+austrian+chair.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488126850869565442" /></a><br /><br />Queridos amigos, la vieja Europa puede ser todavía joven. Como ya sabeis, la estoy recorriendo por etapas. Aparqué mi moto en el aeropuerto de Zurich durante la semana y volví por ella durante el fin de semana. El tiempo era cálido pero los controladores franceses estaban en huelga, así que me vi atrapado en Barcelona esperando que esos hijos de puta dejaran su protesta. <br /><br />Fron Zurich I visited another tiny country, Liechtenstein, which seems to live on selling small souvenires and an even more deep obscure bank system than its neighbour. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3Q9N3kWIlsAtPbMPUGUjtxB5Q2ues012HhA7RqBc9Uvv9Gt8l7_vuuPr4gMXUuQlMCrW7wnDyfdmlcG-o6G86Rwr7qlaMkmJAqhgs8uUeibMX8Pf_lzyKUEWMTxmavQJ0DdT3NzwbTyp/s1600/vaduz.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3Q9N3kWIlsAtPbMPUGUjtxB5Q2ues012HhA7RqBc9Uvv9Gt8l7_vuuPr4gMXUuQlMCrW7wnDyfdmlcG-o6G86Rwr7qlaMkmJAqhgs8uUeibMX8Pf_lzyKUEWMTxmavQJ0DdT3NzwbTyp/s400/vaduz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488124252277260930" /></a><br /><br />Desde Suiza visité otro país aún más pequeño, Liechtenstein, que parece vivir de vender pequeños souvenires y de un secreto bancario todavía más cerrado que el helvético.<br /><br />I went into Austria and the mountains grew up higher and higher in front of me. Ok, I said to myself, you´d better climb them till the top or die of lazyness on a fat big chair as the Homer Simpson you have inside. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqnmf6AISSQrGJzuuGlD0mnJH4OY4kaJD7muFcnpcJc_i8U9UxUN3zqZy92wxHEL_LQ6damBMBas1xjSecDV9NSSE9lIyasRhHGHyQ80I1lqSHqkOIYtCSlv2RW26-ckXi_r_W-WifzFS/s1600/mountain+man.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqnmf6AISSQrGJzuuGlD0mnJH4OY4kaJD7muFcnpcJc_i8U9UxUN3zqZy92wxHEL_LQ6damBMBas1xjSecDV9NSSE9lIyasRhHGHyQ80I1lqSHqkOIYtCSlv2RW26-ckXi_r_W-WifzFS/s400/mountain+man.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488124281378757026" /></a><br /><br />Entré en Austria y las montañas crecieron y crecieron enfrente de mi. Ok, me dije, mejor las escalas hasta arriba o muérete de vagancia sobre un gran cómodo sofá como el Homer Simpson que llevas dentro.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNhLIfn2LHFfZGCGj07QqcraFFSbwKoje1emGgai1Sz4dViEiLOBafo_r8Mvp1ipoacoPBl-Au6HCXOuoVOsFvjqd6cqF00rB4Yuebr_d9uzXP2aW9gweQ9bhbufk4RS7DCVwt2taKcu7B/s1600/austrian+gravel+road.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNhLIfn2LHFfZGCGj07QqcraFFSbwKoje1emGgai1Sz4dViEiLOBafo_r8Mvp1ipoacoPBl-Au6HCXOuoVOsFvjqd6cqF00rB4Yuebr_d9uzXP2aW9gweQ9bhbufk4RS7DCVwt2taKcu7B/s400/austrian+gravel+road.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488126820822376162" /></a><br /><br />Lakes, rocks, stones, beautiness. Life, motorbikes, happyness. Snitzels, apple struddels, beer and sausages. The Austrian way of warming up the heart.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbOuC4Y6DiqZ2I4UupIoodfByyifS9Qann3Ftooq7yve9V5kkGLjEG2ChQzC-LitvFYvVROxaE10_ufCfQejgh_eyd5DutNcpeINMys9tqYgvheVKQvyiYI1Bzi2bzOidHYfmxkSpgNEF/s1600/lake+and+me.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbOuC4Y6DiqZ2I4UupIoodfByyifS9Qann3Ftooq7yve9V5kkGLjEG2ChQzC-LitvFYvVROxaE10_ufCfQejgh_eyd5DutNcpeINMys9tqYgvheVKQvyiYI1Bzi2bzOidHYfmxkSpgNEF/s400/lake+and+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488124285107310466" /></a><br /><br />Lagos, rocas, piedras, belleza. Vida, motos, felicidad. Snitzels, tartas de manzana, cerveza y salchichas. El estilo austriaco de hacer entrar en calor el corazón.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKeG9rie2PIgtCA1OO_1nnCCUqwfmY8rr_5ochUK0AMkUkwFIlCbX7w64oHC1kuMsFzaDl9w4F_qyF92YQ_6gBZn7vr-qgNWyP0I5UqB85NEn_GqaY-Y6OtKXbIl9QnNZsT2jBMc_oGzl/s1600/narrow+mountain+road.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKeG9rie2PIgtCA1OO_1nnCCUqwfmY8rr_5ochUK0AMkUkwFIlCbX7w64oHC1kuMsFzaDl9w4F_qyF92YQ_6gBZn7vr-qgNWyP0I5UqB85NEn_GqaY-Y6OtKXbIl9QnNZsT2jBMc_oGzl/s400/narrow+mountain+road.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488124272185081282" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7n3GoWWXM7KKOuPMg2-wdWAzKj4EgNpeWSSz6ojHXIWkphpwSQUt14tXPm5K7L3dhJ_9mfwZp9vmTp_YFgotR_TfiBqDged-gd6AYqU0_EoMob5Izs2GInQnndBBfm2lSGaET5hqv2J6Z/s1600/alps+trail.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7n3GoWWXM7KKOuPMg2-wdWAzKj4EgNpeWSSz6ojHXIWkphpwSQUt14tXPm5K7L3dhJ_9mfwZp9vmTp_YFgotR_TfiBqDged-gd6AYqU0_EoMob5Izs2GInQnndBBfm2lSGaET5hqv2J6Z/s400/alps+trail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488124261252220722" /></a><br /><br />Then I got Salzburg, the great old city where Mozart composed his master pieces. All the buildings has a story to tell. You should listen it carefully. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWk2VCzrcr6Wu6KUC1GjY2Y_tGagyM93uOzrX0EUYdsnE8FUyfBrwohTfpPpDZecL0qRG6_Bwe6Iezp0ofWEnqSSLhi0WHmEPcAwRZjfV1L7Rgtzr2KUaH9lbwgfr21QJ_LbJ-bMBgu5zN/s1600/salzburgo.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWk2VCzrcr6Wu6KUC1GjY2Y_tGagyM93uOzrX0EUYdsnE8FUyfBrwohTfpPpDZecL0qRG6_Bwe6Iezp0ofWEnqSSLhi0WHmEPcAwRZjfV1L7Rgtzr2KUaH9lbwgfr21QJ_LbJ-bMBgu5zN/s400/salzburgo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488126858596523506" /></a><br /><br />Entonces llegue a Salzburgo, la vieja gran ciudad donde Mozart compuso sus obras maestras. Todos los edificios tienen una historia que contar y debes escucharla cuidadosamente. <br /><br />Just in case I could not hear it properly, I looked for a mate. Müller, a german hippy who was walking around barefoot, helped me recording the video for www.exploramoto.com meanwhile I was listening the city music. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGYbPO2zDQTtsmegHyxa_sq9pY9AVfGh4dtYz71AHdOlUB6Blr0wegSxBPjHrdjWMPVATn0zCg3QtgkKUwtY8V3exrTTLLbfQ7KHbXdCPK9V3Nm0UEy1hN2PLPkMoyPUw9kIVdCXpzr_p/s1600/m%C3%BCller+and+me.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGYbPO2zDQTtsmegHyxa_sq9pY9AVfGh4dtYz71AHdOlUB6Blr0wegSxBPjHrdjWMPVATn0zCg3QtgkKUwtY8V3exrTTLLbfQ7KHbXdCPK9V3Nm0UEy1hN2PLPkMoyPUw9kIVdCXpzr_p/s400/m%C3%BCller+and+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488128391997118770" /></a><br /><br />Por si acaso no la oía bien, me busqué un compañero. Muller, un hippy alemán que caminaba descalzo, me sirvió de cámara para grabar mi película de www.exploramoto.com mientras yo atendía la música de la ciudad. <br /><br />But when we split, I was about to die in the cable car which goes up the castle. The japanese mutants were going to eat me like in a manga comic.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxyhyphenhyphenGldaX-vH2TROyeLefs2epre-1xhRKdm5agV62lmL6sI-dMHaew7xq_bws8q-LJt0VVNwhfw5ZZO23O_k9M-NvjWGvM65BO6YVTVMTCZFHU5i6GabcEmRW7-bm15MGN4rHuE2Jvix/s1600/in+the+japanese+terror.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxyhyphenhyphenGldaX-vH2TROyeLefs2epre-1xhRKdm5agV62lmL6sI-dMHaew7xq_bws8q-LJt0VVNwhfw5ZZO23O_k9M-NvjWGvM65BO6YVTVMTCZFHU5i6GabcEmRW7-bm15MGN4rHuE2Jvix/s400/in+the+japanese+terror.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488128371790234930" /></a><br /><br />Cuando nos separamos, estuve a punto de morir en el trenecito que sube al castillo. Las japonesas mutantes me querían devorar vivo como en un comic manga.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9d589ZacS1RG3hvRojGGnhczAQUwMmlrFme2BhE0q2eJJzVO383WpV0XUg1z2IKE6pD0sINGPHgYoenAiSoWDYNKZkjByLR-vZfIaHed5YiyZ261nWQId3cOLizAyrbWA41hjbbXAbCF8/s1600/melk+church.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9d589ZacS1RG3hvRojGGnhczAQUwMmlrFme2BhE0q2eJJzVO383WpV0XUg1z2IKE6pD0sINGPHgYoenAiSoWDYNKZkjByLR-vZfIaHed5YiyZ261nWQId3cOLizAyrbWA41hjbbXAbCF8/s400/melk+church.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488128382410426226" /></a><br /><br />Afortunadamente pude escapar entero y me alejé hacie el éste siguiendo el curso del Danubio, que resultó manso, verde, con suaves colinas llenas de labradores y de mosquitos hambrientos. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4ftVAH9-XA8XUKiESUs3C479ekyRCm9egKmPcbd-biQ0CHceafqer2HpSegOYoLyt80zYyya-QKI1dL9C649-Qs1sCN25iPaHQu-BxPNqwzKxmqnyGj2r6CFxTYZpuodquDfCkaSMuie/s1600/beside+the+danub.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4ftVAH9-XA8XUKiESUs3C479ekyRCm9egKmPcbd-biQ0CHceafqer2HpSegOYoLyt80zYyya-QKI1dL9C649-Qs1sCN25iPaHQu-BxPNqwzKxmqnyGj2r6CFxTYZpuodquDfCkaSMuie/s400/beside+the+danub.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488126843468477826" /></a><br /><br />Fortunately, I was able to get away going East following the Danub valley, which is green, hilly and full of hungry mosquitoes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAblgRg06cTPDjtKbiiaZpYBcGFdbenGAMc1ortnpUdIlHXYZ6XCwON0otMCDtedCRaucF5ImJxq1W_UbpsLuSUNxA0rn-mdU2DOnf7EHm5w265EkJ4C5xQfhApulJ8NXa-37RXf86OXJx/s1600/trucker+austrian+man.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAblgRg06cTPDjtKbiiaZpYBcGFdbenGAMc1ortnpUdIlHXYZ6XCwON0otMCDtedCRaucF5ImJxq1W_UbpsLuSUNxA0rn-mdU2DOnf7EHm5w265EkJ4C5xQfhApulJ8NXa-37RXf86OXJx/s400/trucker+austrian+man.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488139410378269714" /></a><br /><br />Hasta la semana que viene. Till next week.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DqK42yt8RX80PCWJXfehe1VGK53oOLZmr8lfv7X8Un1m2fqSg0urw1nVKeGymwXuIVvo4vfifJMly06TZO8vU_wrReTvfg3H3WoTuYd0GY-hAw409zbvoVEqNStVw4zztEmh8BIyuMqT/s1600/austrian+green.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DqK42yt8RX80PCWJXfehe1VGK53oOLZmr8lfv7X8Un1m2fqSg0urw1nVKeGymwXuIVvo4vfifJMly06TZO8vU_wrReTvfg3H3WoTuYd0GY-hAw409zbvoVEqNStVw4zztEmh8BIyuMqT/s400/austrian+green.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488126831915774546" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464998240181078151.post-76791936679542433482010-06-23T03:12:00.000-07:002010-06-23T04:07:36.776-07:00Meeting friends II (Swiss trip)Conocí a Pascal y Arja en Estambul cuando yo venía de Asia Central y me dirigía a Oriente Medio. Ellos venían de Australia en una GS 1200 llamada Francois. Habían estado en países como Nepal, India, Pakistán o Irán y se dirigían a Oslo. Después se establecerían en Suiza, en Nyon. Me había prometido visitarles tan pronto como pudiera. Cuando llegué lo primero que hicimos fue cambiar en la calle la cubierta de la rueda trasera de Francois y reparar un pinchazo en la mía. ¿Quién necesita mecánicos cuando se ha sobrevivido a una carretera India?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5v77v8FTCWwiYiJ5wr8OrEF6xobbWDgr1GY5j3NZNvXy4CCbe1EuO_ArRwuif7a4QaHEqYmJNmro0J0o_akXUSxqMH3yY_RQ9mvdeypOB08gBuBUv4YrWRCKR9ya06mmSSQZWdZWmX2C/s1600/pascal+bike.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5v77v8FTCWwiYiJ5wr8OrEF6xobbWDgr1GY5j3NZNvXy4CCbe1EuO_ArRwuif7a4QaHEqYmJNmro0J0o_akXUSxqMH3yY_RQ9mvdeypOB08gBuBUv4YrWRCKR9ya06mmSSQZWdZWmX2C/s400/pascal+bike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485912547770517746" /></a><br /><br />I met Pascal and Arja in Istambul when I was heading Middle East coming from Central Asia. They were coming from Australia on a R1200 GS called Francois. They had been in exotic countries like Nepal, India, Pakistan and Iran and were heading Europe till arrive to Oslo. Then, they were going to stablish in Nyon, near Geneve. I promised myself to visit them as soon as I could. Now it has been the time. I arrived Nyon late in the evening and the first thing we did was changing Francois rear tyre on the road. My bike also needed help because I had my first punchure. Pascal fixed. Who needs mechanichs when one has survived riding in India?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFfempNi491zcJigi9_q1-PCM2cjq8SJ3RKcaGBrPz3aABcTk55lVE4AA-u3hyUnGt6DY6bw9mHu8HocnwH_mx3HDR3rAfVtTsONBFIMYx-sBuvtgSI7VZme9yshBFP0gnr9vTYfrD7WJ/s1600/punchure.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFfempNi491zcJigi9_q1-PCM2cjq8SJ3RKcaGBrPz3aABcTk55lVE4AA-u3hyUnGt6DY6bw9mHu8HocnwH_mx3HDR3rAfVtTsONBFIMYx-sBuvtgSI7VZme9yshBFP0gnr9vTYfrD7WJ/s400/punchure.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485911374695486674" /></a><br /><br />The second thing we did was drinking gallons of beer and wine while talking about trips, motorbikes and trips.<br /><br />Lo que hicimos después fue beber galones de cerveza y vino mientras hablabamos de viajes, motos y viajes.<br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3w67GtSoqeftJJ8uto2ItoAjSCG-oms-BzFouGhyoKCANVULVODAxVkkCS8C8Rji84H6XteBdb8K9YsAb66KREGCWXQhwGuocyVUFWTVWtBnPyCaYR1bPNoygOUtInzaczyTgtE8h8_xg/s1600/pascal+arja+me.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3w67GtSoqeftJJ8uto2ItoAjSCG-oms-BzFouGhyoKCANVULVODAxVkkCS8C8Rji84H6XteBdb8K9YsAb66KREGCWXQhwGuocyVUFWTVWtBnPyCaYR1bPNoygOUtInzaczyTgtE8h8_xg/s400/pascal+arja+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485912556901687586" /></a><br /><br />The following day we rode around the leman lake among hills and villages as Montreux. It was cloduy and the road was slippery but we reached without any problem the high mountains than sourronds Interlaken. But there were herds of musicians in disguise. It was some kind of festival there. They were not very happy because it was pouring cats and dogs and was midd of June. Too many sad musicians and too less free rooms for us, so we left to Lauterbrunnen, where we slept at the Jungfrau campingsite by a very reasonable price. Again, we were about to finish all the Chianty wine they had.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwhzoUHfuUehu1YfqxJCLaBFjC1w73sf8FaIHwoGBjlzE8K17oa64QrTjnLILQI_Fk212KJkNjruJEk4xTQsXmiaS5xsICOPCuZ_xQ8LtvZwwsAINRZKYC2lJYKue5ZsbtfBIz_4wMiKc/s1600/sheeps.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwhzoUHfuUehu1YfqxJCLaBFjC1w73sf8FaIHwoGBjlzE8K17oa64QrTjnLILQI_Fk212KJkNjruJEk4xTQsXmiaS5xsICOPCuZ_xQ8LtvZwwsAINRZKYC2lJYKue5ZsbtfBIz_4wMiKc/s400/sheeps.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485923239769091138" /></a><br /><br />El día siguiente rodeamos el lago Leman entre montañas y villas. Estaba nublado y la carretera resbaladiza pero alcanzamos la cima de las montañas que rodean Interlaken. Pero allí había hordas de músicos disfrazados de época porque había un festival. Mojados por la copiosa lluvia no parecían muy felices. Demasiados músicos y pocas habitaciones, así que nos fuimos a Lauterbrunnen, donde dormimos en el camping por un precio muy razonable. De nuevo, casi terminanos con el Chianti que allí tenían.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghi0d_SyWL-hqxoBpM9qyS8R8wZFdpYHAVglPTWz1vFK3QGUwRZS9c-1RrfMlE9YXFpY4rHgyEPyB76a60kzSfGm1y6S9y6HjhXkBiyhURyoXyGr3ucfkIOATNBnS2oEZvBCAYOCbn-6Qt/s1600/pascal+and+me.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghi0d_SyWL-hqxoBpM9qyS8R8wZFdpYHAVglPTWz1vFK3QGUwRZS9c-1RrfMlE9YXFpY4rHgyEPyB76a60kzSfGm1y6S9y6HjhXkBiyhURyoXyGr3ucfkIOATNBnS2oEZvBCAYOCbn-6Qt/s400/pascal+and+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485912558700695698" /></a><br /><br />The following morning we rode to Grindenwald, where the fog and the snow were still there and split at Interlaken. <br /><br />La mañana siguiente fuimos hasta Grindenwald donde la niebla y la nieve estaban todavía allí y nos separamos en Interlaken.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLa2gwm9IRdehp-1Hs8CpEOwUyZxgPmFXNRGqlXc8Oa3bUlP1A41TSpyRM7aSaifzV9fIz4iKv79cuIEV_1oh0FxVswdArCMhh0DuzXtsRR1RZVEEXKWFniIa5ZSfQOUMZB9LFOGQ52_2d/s1600/grindenwald.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLa2gwm9IRdehp-1Hs8CpEOwUyZxgPmFXNRGqlXc8Oa3bUlP1A41TSpyRM7aSaifzV9fIz4iKv79cuIEV_1oh0FxVswdArCMhh0DuzXtsRR1RZVEEXKWFniIa5ZSfQOUMZB9LFOGQ52_2d/s400/grindenwald.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485912567250307602" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsXlLZ6ELLxpSM_ionIOYcZOeCd-sufwhfMtiB2cfoaDFicqb-luF4bcRdePSTtqu-rjL-fvQ8BG-TiNyxrNsLucwe301C2FxjlCekJP04t23ObWXYkCDri8ZlKCjUC4iHc1-8E2GLKtb/s1600/three+on+top.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsXlLZ6ELLxpSM_ionIOYcZOeCd-sufwhfMtiB2cfoaDFicqb-luF4bcRdePSTtqu-rjL-fvQ8BG-TiNyxrNsLucwe301C2FxjlCekJP04t23ObWXYkCDri8ZlKCjUC4iHc1-8E2GLKtb/s400/three+on+top.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485912582177822754" /></a><br /><br />They went back to Nyon and I rode to Luzern, Schwyz and Zurich by the shore of its lake. Then I saw a ferry and decided to cross the Lake because the field is always greener at the other side of the fence. And drier too. At Meilen was not raining. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyi6KAmmZl_k6B2RVAQBFc7_8PbiNnoqN3H6v66tA5Cm264EJ4X4nsFxDSVAQKsv4uD9fr-_XSwM8kpeW19aXB1PL_1JsUepb-2ovQqAkxwd8-Uqi3V6JGYY_FmjDn5OC65fA5fp-5f2Rv/s1600/swiss+ferry.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyi6KAmmZl_k6B2RVAQBFc7_8PbiNnoqN3H6v66tA5Cm264EJ4X4nsFxDSVAQKsv4uD9fr-_XSwM8kpeW19aXB1PL_1JsUepb-2ovQqAkxwd8-Uqi3V6JGYY_FmjDn5OC65fA5fp-5f2Rv/s400/swiss+ferry.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485923225345589746" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Ellos regresaron y yo fui a Lucerna, Schwyz y Zurich por la orilla del lago. Entonces vi un ferry y decidí cruzar porque el campo del vecino siempre es más verde. Además, en Meilen no llovía.<br /><br />Zurich is a nice, clean and quiet city. <br /><br />Zurich es una bonita, limpia y tranquila ciudad.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrypPogiEUjMyw3JbpOKLmrfe_QYS8V6AbXB3liLCzWKlxWLjjTQR4Ka-ptIgphjx7FgNrilg6-8bkredKLbp-MYjaidlbWsX1JXgWuu-VsxugZLZOSWbRl0Hqv93J1gG0jobDjkqJBfhn/s1600/zurich.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrypPogiEUjMyw3JbpOKLmrfe_QYS8V6AbXB3liLCzWKlxWLjjTQR4Ka-ptIgphjx7FgNrilg6-8bkredKLbp-MYjaidlbWsX1JXgWuu-VsxugZLZOSWbRl0Hqv93J1gG0jobDjkqJBfhn/s400/zurich.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485916182717161746" /></a><br /><br />But sometimes there are not getaway so I came across to a narrow street with high stair at the end. I said to me: Ok, go ahead. <br /><br />Pero algunas veces no hay salida así que me encontré en una calle estrecha con altos escalones al final, así que me dije: adelante.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBx9K6EqexzPFc_V3nW5IbMGfEnOQsWKbnwQZDOTOCTgRXKfMJVyvGk1qvT7PCdvmP8HgzEfmp_f2GvkoDvWkJzuvyaw6f75aM6qTK2JQHvzFryErqgjX2JH5e-vKPWrCsWI3qXZNVXBh2/s1600/zurich+stairs.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBx9K6EqexzPFc_V3nW5IbMGfEnOQsWKbnwQZDOTOCTgRXKfMJVyvGk1qvT7PCdvmP8HgzEfmp_f2GvkoDvWkJzuvyaw6f75aM6qTK2JQHvzFryErqgjX2JH5e-vKPWrCsWI3qXZNVXBh2/s400/zurich+stairs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485916174650569970" /></a><br /><br />Zurich is full of antiquaries and art stores. I am not a collector but I saw something really amazing. A RAF pilot helmet from the 50s. I bought it thinking the whole weekend had been not to expensive. <br /><br />Zurich está llena de anticuarios y tiendas de arte. No soy un coleccionista pero vi algo realmente increible. Un casco de piloto de la RAF de los 50. Pensé que el finde había salido económico así que me di el capricho y lo compré.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhunrAqbKHfYlIl05ulWqp_o-Mg4_3zXOiyoYd6HNhDbGpiDozpL_43f4Y_75kz3IoBqxtFOhxnr3m0iWaMYtOk1IN7PoDqh23jzbwp7LhMu6j5zEX__fOD82hKMZpH9iZT4IqwQ5y6Aqle/s1600/helmet.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhunrAqbKHfYlIl05ulWqp_o-Mg4_3zXOiyoYd6HNhDbGpiDozpL_43f4Y_75kz3IoBqxtFOhxnr3m0iWaMYtOk1IN7PoDqh23jzbwp7LhMu6j5zEX__fOD82hKMZpH9iZT4IqwQ5y6Aqle/s400/helmet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485916186531984370" /></a><br /><br />But then the tragedy happened. I saw a light flashing behind me and two blue siluetes in front. They were cops and I got the most expensive speed fine ever. But they were really nice. <br /><br />Entonces ocurrió la tragedia. Vi una flash a mi espalda y dos siluetas azules delante. Eran policías y yo obtuve la más cara multa por exceso de velocidad.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuScHZnQNJgytSCslXJ29jVp1yYAk5Xm4056Rsk6NtmqUifSbrD1MNFKGehO2VIA5BrOElS6l0ynxzN3oBy9VELhjfW8AhDP6h746E0xEDU3oNlqIcY-tCXh7SxK_8ApShLzGTrFH6YMFs/s1600/swiss+cops.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuScHZnQNJgytSCslXJ29jVp1yYAk5Xm4056Rsk6NtmqUifSbrD1MNFKGehO2VIA5BrOElS6l0ynxzN3oBy9VELhjfW8AhDP6h746E0xEDU3oNlqIcY-tCXh7SxK_8ApShLzGTrFH6YMFs/s400/swiss+cops.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485911370541424834" /></a><br /><br />Para conservar la calma decidí abandonar la perfección suiza y me dirigí a la Selva Negra alemana donde poder esconderme entre los árboles cual ngomo travieso.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpMrlN3-q9aFPw7nz5DdyQGcM-4HLe3_vr96IyCMTsdvtIJ0-X8D2S_LZw5-pVt2Zt3EzjZX4KvK4wKxi6APN0Y9AcbZprG08DhUmPjE9-hlsXWFjAGBcTvPRnHdOa1doVt2TPoL1nqZi/s1600/black+forest+road.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpMrlN3-q9aFPw7nz5DdyQGcM-4HLe3_vr96IyCMTsdvtIJ0-X8D2S_LZw5-pVt2Zt3EzjZX4KvK4wKxi6APN0Y9AcbZprG08DhUmPjE9-hlsXWFjAGBcTvPRnHdOa1doVt2TPoL1nqZi/s400/black+forest+road.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485911353806599522" /></a><br /><br />Then to keep my temper I decided to leave the swiss perfection and headed to the Black Forest in Germmany where I could hid my self among the trees as a bold ngomo. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2EROUlZvoRvIqliqdgs9UDXvOfFq97BINdJ543u-6vBX9htHrEUMSR1nsqDSFoHxgx6vPsQTjmfyQauzyoDJpNmVUa7Bziuusd9Thgqp9Mb3zNq_7GAEQOKRt48n1l21VYsFTU2Ph-fH9/s1600/black+forest+ngomo.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2EROUlZvoRvIqliqdgs9UDXvOfFq97BINdJ543u-6vBX9htHrEUMSR1nsqDSFoHxgx6vPsQTjmfyQauzyoDJpNmVUa7Bziuusd9Thgqp9Mb3zNq_7GAEQOKRt48n1l21VYsFTU2Ph-fH9/s400/black+forest+ngomo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485911342959457154" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_W0MuCSepNC6zNOuJ11sQpcgyf9kqvTnMVvJD4fDU77nLMiI4Nr3fkYzmiTaYfLJnxXtMo-9OlOdieogbso7LfG2xr3_sXlO6ssPDlR8y_vTQTRNgPLPpmG5OSZg0jg3uNsVtd4dFsMto/s1600/green+black+forest.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_W0MuCSepNC6zNOuJ11sQpcgyf9kqvTnMVvJD4fDU77nLMiI4Nr3fkYzmiTaYfLJnxXtMo-9OlOdieogbso7LfG2xr3_sXlO6ssPDlR8y_vTQTRNgPLPpmG5OSZg0jg3uNsVtd4dFsMto/s400/green+black+forest.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485911357670595554" /></a>Miquel Silvestrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051499133337616773noreply@blogger.com1