A mechanic told me.
Nella penultima tappa, Rio Grande-Tolhuin, prendo una grossa buca.. che non vedo.... foro e comprometto la centratura della ruota posteriore gia' provata da quasi 5000 km di strada,
Arrivo a Tohluin e vado da un meccanico, anche se sicuramente Va Lentina avrebbe resistito agli ultimi 110 km. Quando la vado a riprendere il meccanico mi chiede cosa faccio, cosa e' importante per me... gli rispondo che ultimamente ho lavorato in un centro per disabili... Lui dopo un po', cosi' mi dice: "Dio ti ha dato l'opportunita' di vedere e conoscere la Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego ... God invites you to work here ... in these places, think hermano "
Cosi 'said a mechanical Tolhuin.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
What Happen To Tawney Stone
Travel and emotional journey "given her"
I think there are many types of travel, these days I have known two:' given to her, 'pass me the word, which has its ends on the date of departure and return and the 'emotional', which begins and ends for its own account. Gia
'in Brazil and in Mozambique I heard that the trip was killed by weather and by the Southern Cross in Brazil it was the wind, while I was on a lonely beach, surrounded by palms and other trees to show me the way home. In Mozambique, one night he went 'off the light, and the African sky monster' in all its beauty, I tried the 'Cruzeiro du Sur' and for the first time I saw him, I knew it was time to lsciare that land.
Here the emotional journey and 'finished shortly after he entered the Tierra del Fuego, some days I felt light signs saying that the journey's end was near, certainty and' came from a guanaco. Along a straight, suddenly this animal jumps a fence and into the street, stops a few tens of meters from me, ride your bike, does not move, they are ', and turns towards my direction. I have the time to stop, look into his eyes, photograph it, watch it again, a long time, and understand that it 's time to go home, travel and' over them 'in front of that animal gentle and elegant. The guanaco tells me, of course, "back home, man, your land and 'away, go away."
I think there are many types of travel, these days I have known two:' given to her, 'pass me the word, which has its ends on the date of departure and return and the 'emotional', which begins and ends for its own account. Gia
'in Brazil and in Mozambique I heard that the trip was killed by weather and by the Southern Cross in Brazil it was the wind, while I was on a lonely beach, surrounded by palms and other trees to show me the way home. In Mozambique, one night he went 'off the light, and the African sky monster' in all its beauty, I tried the 'Cruzeiro du Sur' and for the first time I saw him, I knew it was time to lsciare that land.
Here the emotional journey and 'finished shortly after he entered the Tierra del Fuego, some days I felt light signs saying that the journey's end was near, certainty and' came from a guanaco. Along a straight, suddenly this animal jumps a fence and into the street, stops a few tens of meters from me, ride your bike, does not move, they are ', and turns towards my direction. I have the time to stop, look into his eyes, photograph it, watch it again, a long time, and understand that it 's time to go home, travel and' over them 'in front of that animal gentle and elegant. The guanaco tells me, of course, "back home, man, your land and 'away, go away."
Tech Deck Club Singapore
The mirror reflects ...
quiet walk in the streets of Ushuaia, on a day of rain that tastes like snow, meeting almost a showcase of the mirror, and for the first time in more 'than 70 days I watch the figure closely reflected. The hair is now long out of order, 'led' by the wind and rain, the beard no longer 'cut by 18 November, has three colors, mustache, hair, hair on the cheeks, dark brown, those on either side of the chin, white ... not to forget that you are no longer 'a little boy. His face burnt by the sun and wind with the sides of the eyes of the odd rows abbronzate. E sotto i vestiti, senti gambe piu' muscolose e torace, spalle e braccia meno forti. Un corpo che e' cambiato.
Ma forse quello che e' piu' cambiato e' la mente, e' l'anima, e' l'anima-animale. Ora il segno di Caino e' leggermente sopito. Ma tra qualche tempo, bastera' un tramonto, bastera' una costellazione, bastera' il sorriso di una bambina, bastera' un soffio di vento per scoprire brace ardente sotto la cenere e sentire la necessita' di ripartire.
Ma forse quello che e' piu' cambiato e' la mente, e' l'anima, e' l'anima-animale. Ora il segno di Caino e' leggermente sopito. Ma tra qualche tempo, bastera' un tramonto, bastera' una costellazione, bastera' il sorriso di una bambina, bastera' un soffio di vento per scoprire brace ardente sotto la cenere e sentire la necessita' di ripartire.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Id Flight Simulator X
Magnino and 'arrived in Ushuaia.
Da Rio Grande, dove mi sono fermato due giorni, e dove ho conosciuto Federico un ragazzo di Brescia, sono ripartito e dopo 210 km circa arrivato ad Ushuaia. La prima tappa e' arrivata Tolhuin to, and not 'was hard, if not for a puncture, the first and only since I air chambers that can hold 15-20 holes, a little' wind, sun and a brief hailstorm.
From there I went in the company of the Argentine couple met last week.
The last stage, and 'was somewhat difficult, a bit' of rain, a little 'climb, a bit' in the wind ... Ushuaia but now it was close.
After 70 days, 5000 km, are to Ushuaia, thanks to all those who were close to me.
From there I went in the company of the Argentine couple met last week.
The last stage, and 'was somewhat difficult, a bit' of rain, a little 'climb, a bit' in the wind ... Ushuaia but now it was close.
After 70 days, 5000 km, are to Ushuaia, thanks to all those who were close to me.
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