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Saturday, March 5, 2011

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Ingiropermangiare closes

Dear readers, as well as
back in August 2007 there was the post-show, now I have to, with some regret, to write a farewell post. It 'a decision that I have matured a bit of time, but like so many other things I put off until today. As you can see from the title, this blog closes (as there is no profile on Facebook, someone maybe already noticed). Then ended in publications (which, as you can see yourself, you were quite rarefied, to put it mildly), but the blog is still available. The purchase of the domain www.ingiropermangiare.it was rather a precautionary measure, so that remains to eternal memory in the vast sea of \u200b\u200bthe web, and also to ensure that someone does not take advantage of the brand malicious manner. I'm happy to have created a blog that has given me many rewards, some mange and many beautiful experiences. Who knows, maybe there is another review blog ...
Good life to all:)

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Headphone Brain Cancer?

Sant 'Eustorgio

Sant'Eustorgio

Square Sant'Eustorgio 6 - Milano Tel 02/58101396
Closed: never

Type of cuisine: traditional Milanese

Price range: medium / high

Overall rating: 4 / 5

Getting there: The restaurant is located near the homonymous basilica, a few steps from Porta Ticinese. The nearest Metro stop is Porta Genova (Green Line or M2). Since there are about 700 meters walk, otherwise you can take the tram or bus.

The first time I came to Milan, unlike Luciano Bianciardi, was not to saltarein Pirellone the air, but the more prosaic business. Although it was July and hot in Milan enveloped me everywhere, I found myself by the parties of Porta Genova at dinner time (ie 19:30),
when the sun turns to desire (which is also a town near Milan). So I found myself in a dark wood of premises and clubs, but the most interesting and seemed typical "El BARBAPEDANA" typical trattoria in Milan, which took its name from a famous bandit. In short, the review has yet to begin, I ate an excellent risotto with osso buco, here called "rustin Deny", as well as to the fried dumplings with salted pork and Zibello of a good Barolo. It is understood that I was not paying? Fast forward to 2011. It 's a Sunday like any other here in London (the capital "mole" of Italy, this game of words comes to mind looking at the Pirelli Tower and thinking of one of its most famous occupant, as well as dental hygienist). It's raining, it's cold and the wind blows, so there are no camps
style Antropophagus opposite the train station. There is also blocking traffic, and local police to handcuff dispenses fines, but with a smile. I then start walking in the sprawling metropolis trying to find, through the suggestions of users of 2SPaghi, a restaurant via Mercalli, as "El BARBAPEDANA" on Sunday noted the turn of rest. The restaurant I'm looking for is called "Antica Hosteria Lantern," and although it does not cook the risotto, I'm willing to try it for the good feedback obtained. Arrival and then in a quieter area of \u200b\u200ban empty church, and of course it was shut. I'm hungry, cold and is also late to the standard Meneghini, so I decide to go on an adventure. I do not know how, but soon I find myself along Via Torino, a road much more crowded and lively, full of shops and tourists more or less happy. No time for the shopping, even if there are balances,
are on a mission of my blog and my stomach, so I promise to sling
in the infamous first restaurant to cook risotto. I find that after about an hour pilgrimage by the parties
Ticinese, and is called Sant'Eustorgio such as the basilica next door. From
menu displayed outside the room there, I learned that you can eat delicious food at the modest sum of
(hear hear) 24 €, but then, once you no bell? Within, and I
sit down in a small restaurant of another era, beautifully decorated and the atmosphere very intimate
. The seats are very few, not more than 30, and there are several families Milanese "good"
intent to end the Sunday lunch. While I must start again, almost
three and I'm ashamed to eat a lot of these times abominable, but it's not my fault!
quickly read the menu, and heartened by the presence of delicious Milanese mentioned earlier, step to read what's starter. The choice is between an artichoke the Garfagnana,
Parmigianino and eggplant. Scrap it definitely (no need to go to Milan for a
eggplant parmigiana, when you're still on the palate that of Menelaus that melts in your mouth), and then I go for this delicious boiled artichoke, stuffed with melted cheese
and then fried after be dipped in beaten. Really good, pity about the bread, that here, as
in Tuscany, is without salt. The service is really fast, or maybe my dish was ready, so after a few minutes
arrives at my table by a plate of risotto with osso buco epic proportions. The rice is good, there's saffron and feels (and especially you see), what disappoints me a bit is the osso buco, a little too raw and poached in a mixture of chopped carrots celery and onions too much. Nevertheless, the dish is a delight, and I finish everything up to the last grain of rice. I choose to drink a good glass of barbera from Piedmont, a long-bodied and fairly high alcohol content, but thank goodness, for once I do not have a foot in my legs! There is no self-respecting lunch that should not be closed with a dessert, especially if it's Sunday, so I order a slice of pear and chocolate cake that is served hot here, but here too, like risotto, the portion is huge . Never mind, there's always room for dessert, and then finish it all. Coffee for close (far too long) and account for 52 € for all that you have read. Certainly not cheap, but we are in the heart of Milan, and at the quality of raw materials and the preparation is there. I go out with a walk to digest all this good things, indeed space to walk in Milan certainly do not lack. And the next time I go to "El BARBAPEDANA, the world would fall (or Pirellone).

as the main course I put all the dishes, so well observed you, my dear twenty-five readers (in the words of Manzoni, one false).

recommended Tracklist: Baustelle - A Romance in Milan
Baustelle - Antropophagus

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Appreciate Your Business In Spanish

Tommy Flynns

N. Via Farina 12 - Baronissi (SA) Tel
.: 3286642319 - Closed?

Type of cuisine: delicious / homemade / pubbistica

Price: lowest

Overall rating: 5 / 5

Getting there: The restaurant is located behind the town of Baroda, so you can get to the center at the town hall and then take the road slightly uphill which takes you directly to the premises.

How you imagine the perfect pub? Quiet, situated in a place where it is easy to park, with friendly staff and the hand, and, last but not least, with more than affordable prices?
Well, then, "Tommy Flynns" is the place for you. Born from the closing of the previously reviewed "Meltin 'Cook" , the pub opened its doors a few days ago, and already has gained a good chunk of the public through skillful interaction with Facebook where advertises his evenings (race of beans, pasta dishes in honor of the first twenty clients, etc.. etc..) So Ingiropermangiare certainly could not be prevented from visiting him. We arrive around ten in a quiet, perhaps too, Thursday night in winter, and we sit in the back of the room where in a left hanging over our heads a racing bike, fortunately, well-secured to the ceiling. Let's take a quick glance at the menu of sandwiches, which have names that refer to the world of celluloid (ranging from Travis in Taxi Driver Bikle all'Oronzo A football coach in Cana, in short, eclecticism is the master) but, surprise surprise, you can also order a nice plate of spaghetti and a nice Pennetta. Even before you start with the sandwiches, we decide in our heart that it will be worth while. So we order the beer, the friendly owner warns us not to be indicated on the menu, a gesture which we appreciate very fair for the (can not remember the name, but it was really good). Prices are really very low, most dell'Anabeco and St. Andrew, for instance. Even the sandwiches are good davevro, I choose a sandwich newborn named as the venue, with sausage, provolone, bacon and grilled eggplant
not until you have tasted a lot of chips and fried mozzarella.
But hunger is not subsiding, and especially when you are in the company is looking
exaggerate a bit. So, between a message board to hang (as the local
meanwhile has also rimepito readers / matrix) and a cigarette to smoke outside in the lobby,
ordered six samples of spaghetti alla puttanesca penne and six samples of all 'angry (very angry). Tastings, so to speak, as each piece well over 100 grams. Definitely gorged, we ask for the account (the cake is not there, unfortunately: only flaw!) Bed which we do not believe our eyes. I must note the fact my phone to be sure not to forget what we ate for only 59.70 €: 3 servings of fries

3 servings of mozzarella sandwiches

6 6 6 dinner plates of penne pasta

12 5 bitter beers

Incredible True ?
you ask why five bitter if you're 6? Because the owner of the blog does not drink when driving.
And why not hold the alcohol, but because we are in a country where if you go to whores minors are likely to become chairman of the board, and if you exceed 0.00001% of the maximum permitted blood alcohol you are automatically branded as murderess, rapist, and necrophiliac pedophile. C'est la vie. Returning
the local, of course recommend it highly. Keep an eye on Facebook, the
staff is very active and imaginative, and every evening there is a surprise. Congratulations guys!

The highlight of the review is "penne arrabbiata"

recommended Tracklist: Salem - Salem
Hound - King Night

Friday, December 24, 2010

Creatine Headaches With Exersion

It's Christmas, Christmas can be done piùùùù

From tempoooooo much!

· · · that said, I am afraid that every time I update I say this sentence (=_=;)

but in fact ....

are almost in hibernation ...

eheheh

're finishing the year 2010

my mom, time passes faster and faster ehh!

THEREFORE

before the end of this year I want to greet all my dear followers of this blog:)

Monday, December 6, 2010

Bhow To Make Sweet Popcorn

Where have you been so far?

" The journey never ends. Solo travelers end up. It is also likely to endure in their memory, in memory, in the narrative. When the traveler is sitting on the sand of the beach and says: "There is much to see," he knew that was not true. You have to see what is not seen to see again what we have seen, in the spring to see what we have seen in the summer, the day see what we have seen at night, with the sun where the first time it rained, see green crops, the mature fruit, the stone has changed places, the shadow that was not there. We must retrace steps already given, to repeat, and to draw alongside new ways. We must begin the journey. Always. The traveler returns immediately. "

[José Saramago]

What I like the phrase I put in the title, I've heard again from the first day of the trip several times a day, literally - where have you been so-far far, is one of the first questions you are asked when you meet a new traveler, about two weeks ago I discovered that pull the two words-so-and-far-generates a third meaning that is-until now-, after this discovery, the phrase has lost a little bit in beauty ...

Here I am, sat down to write my last post on this blog with a little advance thought to this day he tormented by 'start of journey is a bit like when you have translated the Latin version of questions and in sixth hour, the anxiety begins to salirti from when you step into class.
What to say now.
I do not know.

When I dreamed this trip when I took notes and tips on the Internet even when they boarded the plane did not think I was doing it really. But here I am, at the end.
The mind flies to the early travel memories, the last having familiar faces that warm morning of July 4, my mother with the same eyes, which I am now as I write seemed to want to follow me right into the airplane, that girl on the flight Rome-Sydney in twenty-hour flight did not utter a word to that guy in Hong Kong gave me a Yankees baseball hat, the wanderings of my mind stops at the first meeting in the Australian soil: a German in the south of Stuttgart near I not even remember his name, was the first night and instead of sleeping at the airport as planned I take refuge in the first hostel of my life, a waste of money because jet-lag because of sleep I did not want, wandering through the hostel I met this guy sitting on a bench near by his backpack, he could not sleep in a few hours his plane was leaving to return home after six months of wandering around the world, a face carved in the terrible sadness but his eyes shone with happiness his journey, I remember almost nothing of what we have spoken only told me that this trip was a great challenge.

And so it was.

The flow of Cairns there again and I remember that I get lost in its surroundings in search of the Crystal Cascades not understand anything about what people were telling me, then there is Diego, two months of travel I have been with him, the best travel companion I could see, the only person of my trip that I really want to remain in my life. I go to mind the nameless faces of everyone I've met Europeans and North Americans and South Asians also Africans, that have kept me company during this trip, the quiet faces of those who were hanging on to their last day, probably my sad face will be remembered in a few months from another backpacker. The endless roads I have traveled, the long waits for buses, every time I did not sleep on a bed, the long and exhausting trek wonderful landscapes cultures tastes worlds I knew, everything flows nicely into my memory. Then there's next to me my pack more and more dusty and dirty, with flags everywhere sewn, gradually unraveling puncturing is breaking, my house, which faithfully followed me on his back in recent months, my best friend and my own worst enemy, because I hated the beginning so heavy so cumbersome, then as always smaller and lighter.

I think about how I was at the beginning.

Shy and frightened by this adventure did not know, then gradually more and more confident and experienced in muovermici in as if I had never done anything else in life.
these months have passed in a hurry, too, seems to me yesterday that first evening wandering around the streets of Sydney in the humid wet from the rain, and at the same time seem to me ages ago. I also
Facing a world map ... what is small and far away my dear Europe.
My thoughts are more confused memories try to get back together, too many at once and block each other.

is over. You just have to come back.

" Travel must involve the sacrifice of an ordinary program to promote appropriate, renunciation of the everyday to the extraordinary ... "

[Herman Hesse]

And I have now finished the program, forcing the ordinary, the everyday, you go back where I started, hoping that this wonderful experience I have served something. I will remove the garment from backpacker, backpack relegheró in the cellar, my tongue will again be the mother.

I'll be back to be to always do things ever ...

10:30 Heroes' Square?

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Where Is A Womans Vergina

Uruguay & Brazil to Buenos Aires

The bus arrives early on the classic American South and delay for a short stay not walk, I was entertained to enjoy my last Jugos nice steak and lose time on the internet , Brazil is not as cheap as the rest of the continent, then return to the diet that has accompanied me in the first 3 months of travel: rice and pasta in white ... damn economic development!

few days ago I left Argentina we will come back only to take the plane that will take me back home ...

I went to Uruguay, Argentina is very similar, only better managed and more ordered, even I found that many universities are studied here in two years of Italian.

I started my tour of the smallest country in South America with the city of Cologne for two days then stop in the capital and two in Punta del Este, which reminds me of the Gold Coast in Australia, here we find that even large groups of Anglo-Saxon in recent months had almost disappeared, I came here with the idea of \u200b\u200bthrowing myself on the beach doing nothing but rain forced me to throw the hostel in the hammock and do nothing.

In Argentina and Uruguay use our same bucket for garbage, if strange cities are filthy, the only difference is that ours are green and they change color changing city, is a month that amazed people all over the world by opening by pressing down with your foot ...

Arrive early morning in Porto Alegre, there remains only five minutes because I see the bad weather and decided to go a bit 'to the north.
Incredible, I never thought it could be bad weather in Brazil, I do not know, maybe I imagined that the clouds will magically disappear when they pass over this nation.
Brazil still surprises me, and the bus ride of 'Ilha de Santa Catarina I have not noticed the same poverty that you see in other countries, the machines are all new and there are even highways!
Another thing that surprised me is the landscape, as seen so far reminds me of the very north of Australia, my trip will begin and end with a similar landscape.

Brazilians are fantastic, although I had guessed already known to those traveling through, are much more open and friendly people of Argentina, have only two problems: they speak Portuguese and the Argentinians have even more layers to this habit of touching or keep attached to your face.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Kotex Pad Wearing Aunty

Wellcome

Buenos Aires. Definitely The most dangerous place in which I was previously, or perhaps the place where bad luck has decided to hit the most. After nearly two months in south america the sense of insecurity I had finally abandoned.

let your guard down I was immediately impressed. As the worst idiots.

arrived in Buenos Aires with a little over 10 pesos after finding the hostel the first thing I do is going to retire. Enabled once with Diego decided to go for lunch, we enter the metro is packed, like sardines tablets people who do nothing but step on their feet, standing with the thong thing is very annoying, but maybe that was the problem.

When they got the camera, move in the pocket in front to avoid to make me take off, I leave my wallet in the side pocket of the shorts that until a few hours ago I considered the safest place as there are two buttons that I always cursed an immense effort to open , however, cover my pocket with your hand for added security.

The train begins a stretch of curves and I cling to the bar for balance, so I mistakenly heard his wallet on the thigh is adequate security. ;

At one of the control buttons that do sometimes do not feel anything, touch three or four times yet nothing, I key in the other pocket, and still nothing, I think maybe I went without. I look at the ground with the naive hope that it will simply fall, I look around but could have been anyone.

Then, as if nothing had happened, with a surreal calm, I can not explain, I say to Diego

"Me han robado.

We leave the meter very calm and rest a couple of minutes thinking about what to do and trying to figure out how it happened. I realize that the huge dick that I did fuck your wallet with all my money and cards. Sale anger and fear about how to do now that I have left in your pocket only 20 pesos.

Take a taxi to return quickly to the hostel where I have the numbers to block the cards in the meantime I call my dad to let me confirm that I am a jerk and the embassy. The embassy

I do not even respond to the number of emrgenza who gave me the police.

The taxi driver heard me yelling in Italian and at the end of the race tell me that I should not think that the Argentines are all so .

addition to the money lost and the problems arising from theft, to exacerbate the anger is additional to the emotional value for the portfolio and the notes I had kept one for each state visited, not to mention the tax code and license the patent diving.

At nine and a half After just over three hours following the theft made the complaint go to dinner. Walk

I realize the situation in the city: two guys are removing the most possible from a number of parked bikes, others open to collect plastic garbage bags and cans to sell, all in the way where most people do not care for them but look and pass.

We take a pizza and we put on the tables outside, after one minute there's three of the guys who handle the garbage to ask for a slice, a alliunga your hand and touches it, walk away pizza from his hands on the other side of the table then try to take my pepsi, we get to send them when we go back and sit up pizza and seven have disappeared.

The people around us did nothing but watch the scene.

with anger that makes us go hungry and that there is a pepsi drinking, cursing in Italian / Portuguese / English back to the hostel ....

And tomorrow is another day ...

best hope

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Gay Cruise Spot Thomasville Ga

Cul de sac

I did not have many pictures past few days and then put them random
begin with a sunset Australian

Four and a half months ago I started with a third party without the bulky backpack to know without even realizing it, full of all those ideas prejudicial, stereotyped and generals who have accumulated twenty-two years during the journey took smaller and lighter until they disappear, or nearly so, after all, to realize that an idea is both injurious to deal with something or someone that can refute or ever will remain so.

Delusions aside

Then a river in New Zealand

Over the past 15 days I was virtually immobile, having been slightly hurt I had to spend several days locked in a room of the hostel to watch film and TV series to combat boredom, streaming blessed! Still not fully recovered but at least they are no longer asthenic which allowed me to leave the hostel. Despite this I'm caught in a cul de sac "of Argentina, too far from the delights of the south and north and I'll have to give up something, the center of Argentina has only its beautiful cities to live, such as Cordoba and Mendoza.

and an American

The only drawback is that you can enjoy much more of a city to be discovered and when it is different. Already

Europeans, Australians and Americans seemed similar, the only real difference that I noticed after being in Bolivia and Peru, is that I say "cheers" and others I say "cheers, holy, prostate, na zdraví ...", let alone now in Argentina, that if I had never opened a history book that I think was an Italian colony since their fantastic accent more than any other language approaches if the first Italian or English when I did not know a word guessing I had a good chance to guess, here go to the sure word as it is in Italian and not even need to add S to end, for example Staying on the theme of beer in Argentina is said to drink beer, Add to this, that the pizza is decent, listen to Italian music than us, and the fiat fernet are everywhere and are used to say "La Ley ECHA, ECHA the Tramp" that the differences with Italy become more geographical than anything else.

I could sum up the last tedious digression in a sentence like: "I went to see the world in its diversity and then realize that there are less than I imagined. "Perhaps it was to see screens without those two countries so distant from our world to make me feel closer to others.

Peruvian

That said let's go back to what I was saying (or writing) before, now you're completely forgotten. I miss Buenos Aires just to get out of this semi parentheses Italian, from there the journey back to being on the beach, and after three months of sandy deserts, rocky, icy steppe or a beautiful endless stretch of salt water is what it takes.

I do not see the time to take the backpack on his shoulders.

now we are winding down and the weather more than ever is my enemy, cursed backpackers coming from the opposite direction, I have always been useful for information and know which are the most beautiful ignored by the mass, now they just take out places that I can not reach, it takes even Diego to sing the beauty of northern Brazil.

To get the most out of this month I try to do a travel plan, but is strongly opposed to how I learned to travel so I can not, I can not do a project that goes beyond three days.

And at the end of a lake Bolivian

One certainty: it starts tomorrow, tomorrow I wake up from this stupor for which they are victims more than two weeks!

Sunday, November 14, 2010

What Size Trowel For 4x8 Wall Tile

La strada

Before you go to sleep I was reading the last post on the blog of a friend of mine on the road too.

I met him two years ago when I went to London to "work" after London lost all the contacts I meet him by chance last year in Santorini, and if I had to accept the first trip I had the idea designed perhaps our paths would cross again in the south-east Asia that is now experiencing.

I asked him what was missing on his return, when he said that there were few days left for some strange reason I went to re-read the first post that he had published.

Among the comments I noticed the lyrics of a song, I also read three months ago when he began to write, but for some reason I was not impressed, but this time in a month and change since my return I struck to the heart.

This is the blog of my friend in question, tells a wonderful trip in the same beautiful country, needless to say reading that has transformed in recent months, also have stories with other backpackers encountered, the south-east Asia as a desired future my next trip:

http://raccontidalcentrodelmondo.blogspot.com/

Good return home

This however is the lyrics:

Road - Modena City Ramblers

The straight road that connects the Grand Canyon to Flagstaff is perfectly here

Of all the poets and madmen

we encountered on the street, I held a face or a name
a tear or a laugh we drank
Galway
getting late in the bars of Lisbon
rediscovered stories
Italy to the tune of some song. We shot together

and heard the voices of madmen
met people on board and
strangest fellow travelers
someone has been
someone is gone and he has not heard from
one day you decided
a hug and then you left.

hermano querido
good trip and a good way wherever you go

maybe one day we could meet again down the road.

Of all the countries and places where we stopped the van

we lost a minute to listen to a partisan or some drunk

the strange stories of the old bar and children with
desert tea
were life lessons
I learned and I still have.

good trip ...

I'm not crying about the old days
or the usual stories about the past and because he is stupid

messing up a memory or on some songs please do not look

no regrets for what has been
that the stars always guide you
and the road will lead you far

And because I also discovered how to embed this video well put

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Obraz Olejny Praga Czeska

As sick as dogs two

Here I am sitting on a bus in the new place unknown. I look at the landscape, next to me is Diego and he does the same. No they are not returned to Australia after the deep cold south Argentine I reached Diego Mendoza, warm, and not content of several hours on the bus, I started with him a new long journey north. We stop first in San Augustin fertile valley in the middle of another desert for the night and take a tour the next day, just got off the train we saw the classic man who picks up the Hostelling International backpacker, I personally hate this chain But since it was late at night and we were both tired free the inscription on the sign Transfer t handheld dall'omino makes me give in and choose quell'ostello, free transportation turned out to be the man who accompanied us walk to the hostel. The day dopa and Valle de la Luna Valle Fertil, who called her fertile probably never seen a prairie in his life, the landscape draws very Monument Valley USA: dry without a drop of water, the only form of life are the Condor flying over the head of the tourists.

Gothic Cathedral in Valle Fertil

We had agreed to let us leave after the tour in La Rioja, but I think there's been some little misunderstanding, and we unload along with five other boys in a bar on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, here in Argentina is very easy to be situated in the middle of the desert, where perhaps only the current reaches to the 7 evening not to leave the dark who lives and works in the house / bar. After four hours passing the bus going to La Rioja, and we charge despite missing the seats for everyone. Once in the city decide
with Diego and the new traveling companions to go direct to Salta, and then wait another five hours of the morning until four in the other bus, invariably comes with an hour long delay our expectation, and hunger, There is an ATM that does not work and we spent all of our pennies for the last bus ticket, I unable to solve a pepsi someone with more money also promoted a box of alfajores that ends up being dinner for everyone.
Arrival in Salta and the password is REST.

spent four nights in Salta, dedicating myself to the pool of the hostel, to the bustling nightlife of the town and celebrate my birthday in late because Diego when he learned that I had spent the birthday bus and two other backpackers we travel with me the surprise birthday with cake.
One evening two dogs back to the hostel for some reason unknown to me and pointed me barking chased, never run so fast in my life, I'm not sure how much I have two hounds chased the damned before I could get into a car because every day that passes I remember going to some ten meters longer than a day before.
In Salta I have not abandoned my kind of traveler, I have gone for a ride around in a desert of salt, visited the town of puntamarca that has just been elected by the UNESCO World Heritage Site, all through a beautiful valley alongside the car of a train ride on the world's highest.

Rivola giants

It seems every time I get close to Bolivia, I get sick (already happened in Peru and Bolivia in itself), the last day I was in Salta a slight fever that passed in an afternoon but I left a nagging cough. Arriving in Cordoba andarmi decide to make a medical examination convinced for some strange reason that Italians do not pay the doctor in Argentina, when I find that we do not have this good fortune rather than andarmi likely to make a long line to the emergency room I go to the nearest doctor thinking of leaving the hostel charges to insurance. The visit cost me 40 pesos , in southern Argentina in a hostel room is more expensive, the diagnosis is pharyngitis, antibiotics and syrup (160 pesos cost of medicines). The next day I go back to the doctor because it makes me a bad dog on his right foot and is peeling: looks at him and asks me if I am a mochilero (backpacker), tells me I have athlete's foot that is popular among backpackers and probably I took walking barefoot to the hostel. Four months that I wear socks or slippers to make even half a meter in order to avoid contracting mushrooms and I wonder how you can ... Flashback to the swimming pool ... §@#%$!

So now enforced rest in Cordoba ...

Now I would like to find some other stupid to write because once published the post I have to do the washing machine ...

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Women Wearing Girdels

In Patagonia until the end of the world in Chile Bolivia Dalla

Street from San Pedro to La Serena.
A night bus and disembark in the charming seaside town, or so I was expecting, the sky is covered with gray clouds, I only takes a few seconds of observation to decide what to do.

Calle de Valparaiso

Return, I make the rounds of companies and choose the bus to Valparaiso which starts later in order to visit the city.
further eight hours by bus.
Arrive in Valpo that there is still light, I find a great hostel just opened in the enthusiastic owner indicates all the places to go and where not to go in the city, in the end the night I shared a chorillana the restaurant with him and his friends , very good thing that enabled me to spend a night on the Chilean living in the country more in one night than I could do in a few days. In these
I also afflicted days to decide on my next trip, I tried flying trains and buses, reasoned on the days and places to visit if you go there or not. In the end I decided to reach Ushuaia, the last bastion before where human nature with its imperviousness wrote about an expanse of liquid and solid water " ultimate .

have 70 hours of bus: In the morning I board early to Santiago and two hours after arriving in the Chilean capital, I have time to visit until 22 after 8 hours in a bus makes me cross the border, two other stamps the wishes of the passport cop who noted that it is my birthday and new country, finally Argentina.
Arrive at the bus station to Mendosa at 4 am, thinking they can take a bus to Bariloche for lunch time waited patiently on a bench in the terminal with an Argentine company that screams at every bus that comes, "Change pesos Argentinos Chileno, Change! Change! "
The timing was wrong the first bus leaves at 20 to Bariloche and arrives at 13, amen, I have more time for the city. Having stayed a few hours I was exhausted and walking for so long is not easy, I fall asleep on a park bench.

Patagonia

Bariloche, it seems to be the Alps, the town overlooks a lake surrounded by snow-capped peaks, the course is full of shops that make and sell chocolate at the end I can not help but get into one with a chocolate fountain and devour all kinds of crap for sale. Spend five hours waiting for the bus I board again, 32 hours, starting at 20, 26 at 3:45 arrival of 28 ...

I remember that after less than two months after my departure, when I was still in New Zealand, I calculated the time spent on means of transport such as buses and aircraft, and was about a week, I dare not imagine now what it is. At the end of these six months I spent two months sleeping and perhaps almost as many Coach ... Better not think about it.

we're just tourists on the bus at the end of the trip I pulled out the theory that the Argentinians even if they have relatives in the south prefer to let them die instead of repeating the long journey.
The 32 hours pass quickly in the end, now I am used to the usual routine: film-sleep-sleep look at the landscape-something-more-sleep-eat-sleep, to run the fastest time will take care of the ' atmosphere that is created by people who have come together in this killed me: how a small school trip. Time passes and fly to El Calafate, which almost do not want to get off the bus:
a) because I think the place I spent more time in recent months
b) outside is cold as hell are the 4 and I have no intention of paying a hostel for six hours at full price.

Perito Moreno took a smaller piece as it falls

I stop one night in El Calafate and the next day I go to see one of the world's most famous glaciers. I also had the chance to admire a piece of ice break off and fall into the water. I mean, not a small piece of ice or snow pellets falling all the time, but pretty much a big as a bus maybe bigger (now known as I read that I compared him to a bus now I see them everywhere), distanced himself slowly falling in the water with a thunderous roar of huge waves propagating as a result.

Back to Calafate I took the first bus to Ushuaia, Tierra del Fuego, the last town before Antarctica. Are another 18 hours, starting at 3 am. We cross the Strait of Magellan with a barge carrying only us and the coaches, nearly 500 years ago died for us through this channel and instead scrausa with a boat in less than 10 minutes we are on the other side.

The bus, alas, is not one of those "sudamericanstyle" but it is a normal, awkward journey rewarded by the beautiful landscapes that I look out the window, and the idea of \u200b\u200breach (almost) the end of the world!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Why Does My Tooth Ache At Night

Tommy Flynns Winery and Farmhouse Iuzzolino Filomena

Farm and Farmhouse Iuzzolino Filomena

Contrada Coste - Ricigliano ( SA)
Tel 0828/953193 - 334/7528542 - Closed?
Type of cuisine: homemade
Price: low
Overall rating: 5 / 5

Directions: from Salerno, take the Salerno - Reggio Calabria, and exit at Sicignano. Then proceed towards San Magno Greogorio / Buccino, then for Ricigliano. You will find the room below the main road, indicated by a sign not too visible. So look for signs! You can park in front of the room without problems and without abuse. The programming

Otto of cinemas throughout Italy, but especially those bells
(for obvious reasons) has been monopolized by the film "Welcome to the South" by Luca Minieri, a nice remake of French film ("Welcome to the Sticks") a few year ago. The plot is very basic: a Director posed of the province of Milan tries to cheat their superiors pretending disabled to become director of a subsidiary of Milan, but once discovered is sent for punishment in the south, in the province of "Napoli". Of course, part load
prejudices, thinking to get into a violent place ruled by the Camorra, full of garbage and shootings and murders everyday, but the reality is quite different, slowly discovers that the people of the south are polite, friendly and warm, that there is no crime, etc.. etc. So much for the plot. Now we come to the criticism. I have rarely seen a more pointless and mystifying
film of "Welcome to the South." First the location: a film that should be set in Naples is turned Castellabate, Cilento charming village which contains within it many pearls unknown to most. A clean, healthy air and food, zero crime, with collection rates high, beautiful scenery and artistic
to no end. We want instead to talk of the province of Naples? An abortion urban surrounding the capital from all directions, with a very high percentage of offenders, held at 41a, illegal construction to no end, of each material abusive
landfills, water perennially dirty (the second Gulf piùà polluted in the world after that of Bangkok, word Ganapini). And let's stop here, which is better. Then we want to talk about a big slice of the population? At best, complicit with the Camorra,
which gives them the bread and pottage, ready to cheer on their fathers when they leave the police station-masters, to attack the police in case of raids or arrests, completely oblivious to each form of historical and scenic beauty, and their heartbreaking and disgusting neomelodica to make the background music for any occasion more or less happy. We want to talk about safety and livability? Just today 26/10/2010 Casoria there was an assault on an armored car and killed a security guard with a shooting resulting in the street, and yesterday Afragola there was another shootout (fortunately without dead) for a bank robbery. And I want to stop here, even if to say there would be many. What I want to say is that the Cilento, fortunately, is light years away from the province of Naples, and that the director would do well to run their course Secondigliano film in the post office closed after a robbery. So was also more comfortable without customers and staff ....
Ops, but we had to talk about a restaurant or not? Ok, I'll talk about a restaurant Cilento, who has nothing to do with Naples and its troubled province. We Ricigliano, a town famous for its bread, to the farm "Iuzzolino Filomena." It 's a beautiful Saturday in October, the sky is slightly cloudy by clouds, but luckily no rain. We arrive at the restaurant after a stop for a drink in downtown after a Buccino and played football with Supersantos, just to acknowledge us, we sit in the large room already furnished (we had booked) and now the very nice Mr. Gregory brings us bread and wine red table cloth on our course red and white checkered. Then came the really good starter country, with cold cuts and cheeses, then four dishes of delight: cunzato potatoes, endive, white beans and tomato salad
. Already half-full (unlike the other patrons of the place, all over 120 pounds, our stomachs have little capacity, and it is a sin) comes to the table we see a beautiful tray of dumplings (scazzatielli, it says here) to be dressed with ricotta salata. And it is only the first first, having followed them since the excellent ravioli, homemade (and hear!). Time for a toast to "those who do not see the bottom does not see the world" and are ready for a good mix of roast pork, lamb and veal, with many non-frozen French fries. Before the cake is also the time to chat with the owner, Gregory, who apologized to us because his wife has prepared the donuts. Just as well, one more reason to return! We return, and how we taste freselle with vin santo dessert, we would have preferred the donuts are hot but we are happy anyway. We pay (14 euro per person for all that you have read, interesting, right?) and not being in the province of Naples that we are not taken to wearing a helmet (see here ). Salute you, thank you, but first we have to pay toll to go to an old peasant woman who, almost compulsively, counsels us to buy its delicacies. My friends and I we manage with a bottle of wine, corn, squash and beans, although she had wanted buy more. I have just the 16, so we decide for a B2B (back to Buccino) for another cake, ice cream and another cup of coffee and a nice walk to the castle overlooking the old town. Town, so to speak, because almost all the houses are now abandoned and sold, and chatting with the friendly and talkative people
discover that they are at low prices: there are houses of two rooms that are sold even at 7,000 € (seven thousand, you read that right). Let us return to our cars fantasy, some more than others, moving to Buccino and compete for the office of mayor, at least to improve the manholes slippery when it rains. That is, the local council and the hike at all, slightly less than the first film. Welcome to the south, welcome Cilento.

as the main course that I can not mention all the dishes

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Friday, October 22, 2010

New Jersey Indoors Basketball Gyms

the border

Last night was the coldest in Bolivia, despite the icy wind that are pulled out and started walk kicking the rocks looking for the last time the Bolivian sky seems to me unlike any other place. I continue to walk without a direction, it does not matter when you have nothing around, I had already noticed yesterday afternoon in the salar when you have a boundless territory all the same limited only by the horizon begins to walk without stopping. A look back at me is the sun went down behind me, leaving me almost completely in the dark, I have to go back, fortunately I have my torch Quechua fantastic with me.

walk half an hour to go, the darkness does not create problems, I see perfectly the distant lights of the building housing my bed last night, also to keep me company I have the sound of cold wind that blows in my face and I have to drive the alternator to keep the torch lit. Half an hour of "gneek gneek gneek" some people have become so crazy. When I am almost at my destination I hear some noise around me, fortunately it was not an alpaca spit but came to the little fox that ran into the hotel to scrounge leftovers from customers, I renamed Rommel came to me hoping to have some cookies to give him, or even frozen to die so that I can eat my carcass.

Valley of the Moon

The next day we leave at 4:30, the night did not fifteen tells us the drive and even when we are starting below zero up to San Pedro de Atacama I feel his toes when frozen as scio. We make a few stops in other lagoons gyeser and thermal waters and then I unload at the border. Already we note here the difference between Chile and Bolivia: the border is nothing more than a little house in the middle of the desert where Bolivian cancel the visa and a bar would have to capture purely useless car, I say useless because they are two days that we go in desert where the road is everywhere it's not that hard to work around this border, just after the bar passes the sign that marks where the imaginary line that demarcates the Bolivian territory, three feet past the sign "Republica de Chile" and the exact point into which is placed perfectly paved road begins a new without holes with well-painted stripes.

The driver let me say here that I take a bus that passes in a quarter of an hour, again with the French to take them to Uyuni leaving them to wait in vain. After half an hour nothing ... I'm just the two soldiers and a few car going to cross the border. I ask the soldiers if they know when it arrives. They tell me that he left an hour earlier, then the driver or did not know or have been late and did a blind eye. A few seconds of terror to my fate, then I wonder if I take and pass other buses, yes, it relaxes me. Paid for the ticket and the bus takes me no problems in Chile, an hour's journey on a road Normal is so comfortable that I fall asleep.

Sunset over the valley of the moon

I wake up when we get to the immigration office Chilean definitely return here in the civilized world: a scanner examines the contents of each bag, to fools who could not be seized coca leaves. The city seems almost incredible to see Chilean who speak English without any problems, Europeans working, women with normal clothes instead of those typical Andean hats for men, and when you sit at the restaurant if a dog tries to get him out. I'll be back after a

month, then, in a civilized world and how we see the difference. I already miss the food prepared on the street, people you selling the fruit resting on the ground, and chaotic markets. The only thing I have left is the desert. Pure food is different. Tap water is drinkable! And do not rationed! Hot shower! Repurchase at least a bit of comfort that I had forgotten the past few days Bolivians.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Difference Between Ultrahd And Mino Hd

Mine in Potosi

After isla del sol I go to La Paz, Sucre and Potosi, where within a claustrophobic mine, which falls of 700 meters in the mountains, in the days when they pulled out of the Chileans, it reassured me for anything because the machine was ready to get us out of a few hundred kilometers.

Island in the middle of the Salar

From I head to Potosi Tupiza a city whose surroundings are full of wild west-style landscapes, the best thing is that bolivia in a few hours bus radically change scenarios. I take the bus the night is 8 hours journey. Now known to be a different coach: first is not one of those comfortable with plenty of room for the legs which the South america me used, there is not even the bathroom, not that one can not survive for eight hours without a bathroom but his absence only means that as soon as the doors close you run away despite having done so to become dehydrated while waiting for good, then the rest is, when the bus is fully loaded ready to go brings another dozen people who go to place in the hallway ... After less than an hour from the start we leave the paved road, the journey continues through bumps and vibrations nailed to avoid the holes bigger, after a few hours in those conditions begin to feel a vague sense of nausea that grows more and more to make me pull the party out of the window, not having dined he saved. Finally the bus stop to the 'motorway services' to go to the bathroom. Autogrill: in a house with no bathroom and some fries for sale, this is where I realize I'm the only one not on Bolivian buses, people staring at me as if I were an alien, a month ago I would have taken a heart attack a similar situation, but now no longer intimidates me and started talking to a guy who has a shirt of AS Roma.

Laguna de Cannabis

After two nights I go to Tupiza to Uyuni, the road is dirt again but at least see the view helps me to distract me from the nausea and passengers are again some standing and all Bolivians. In 8 hours of travel I know a Bolivian lawyer for the first time traveling in the south of his country, I find that their president earns € 500 per month (and after seeing his home in La Paz it does not surprise me that much ) after it begins to harass any kind of embarrassing questions, for example: "I am more distant the United States or Italy?" Making even see the ignorance as it relates to the country. From here later in the desert, the first part is mountainous, sometimes the bus stop to download someone to naught or change a tire, we drilled five times but they seem accustomed to the question whether given in each city to leave the flat tire repair in a workshop and take another, probably pierced the day before. The second half of the journey there is even more vague piece of land called the road, we proceed in a flat sandy desert and I'm pretty sure that the way to orient the driver was following in the footsteps of the first coaches in the past.
Arrival in Uyuni starting point for the tour of the salar and cross the border with Chile, the city is simply a cluster of agencies that sell various travel packages, follow the advice of an Italian just met and I book a tour two nights. Uyuni in the evening to have the first signs of climate that awaits me: the night the temperature gets to minus two, so I woke up with frozen toes. Even showers will not speak here, have rationed water and want to let it get cold for 50 bolivianos.

Laguna Colorada

My tour mates are four French snooty at all happy to have me among them from what little I understood when they talked to each other, not that I'm happy to be with four people with whom I have no way to communicate if you do not make him a drawing. The tour begins with the vast Salar de Uyuni, a white expanse of salt, which I remember a yellow because you're forced to keep his sunglasses. Continue entering Bolivia in the dryness part of the Atacama desert, attraverdso thermal waters and lagoons full of colorful flamingos. The temperature becomes more rigid and the night falls to less than fifteen, as staying in hotels built with mud bricks and straw, and even the roof is of straw are forced to sleep with his jacket inside the sleeping bag, at least after this proved to be an unnecessary weight ...

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Have You Stepped On Someone With Stilettos

Bolivia Salar de Uyuni: Isla del Sol on the

There is still a decent connection so I can not put photos of Bolivia are those of this post from google

back from Machu Picchu in Cusco I spent another night in the evening after I got the bus to Lake Titicaca. How many backpackers from suggeritomi instead of stopping to Puno I crossed the border with Bolivia and went straight to Copacabana. At six o'clock in the morning makes us get off the bus and boarded up for twenty minutes in a combination that brings us to the border: a dirt road with a chain to lock the car and two armed soldiers.

Hurry border red tape and got a new stamp on my passport to another minibus takes us to the city by the lake. Here along with an English and a kiwi I decide to go to sleep for a night sull'isla instead of only in the city. The next two days I will confirm that it was one of my best ideas in recent months. Lake Titicaca is immense looking in places you do not see the land seems almost a sea water quiet and smooth. My boat is very slow, all others pass us and reach their destination in half the time, I console myself appreciating the scenery, beautiful, but in a few hours I would see better. From the port, an endless staircase leads to the town, it takes 20 minutes to make it to the first hostel, where he arrived out of breath (remember that the lake is at almost 4000m above sea level) I have no intention to seek shelter and ask the price of a room : 25 bolivianos! the exchange rate with the euro is almost 1 to 10! One German calls after me the price in English and she is 30! Fantastic, private room overlooking the lake. This is another of those places where people live outside world: no running water, a source of drinking water wells in the port a few meters from the lake. Women and mules are loaded back up and down all day jerry cans of water and bags of food to fill the reserves of the houses, people cultivate potatoes raising llamas or even their back from the port loading sacks of cement and other building materials, the island has in fact recently discovered the richness of tourism, the houses have turned us all into a pension for economic and meet the growing demand we are building more buildings to accommodate tourists and rest, in short I could see natural beauty before man destroys it in order to allow more people to see what there will be no more.

I know a couple of Brits and their head for the ruins of the island, after a short walk to see them from afar and captivates me, then decided to leave the two Englishmen on their own and begin to climb the terraces, the island is completely terraced to the top. The other side of the mountain hid a beautiful bay, a Norwegian fjord in miniature, at that moment I decided that I would have spent more than a night on the island. Meanwhile, a pastor known as a Bolivian that I sat staring at the horizon, the poor guy probably wanted to sit in a little peace after a hard day's work but I completely indifferent to this eventuality I sat next to him and started to speak, after the initial pleasantries, I asked him what was grown on the island and in that moment he began a dissertation on the potatoes 10 minutes, he knew all of the potatoes ...
the evening I go to dinner with a group of Londoners, needless to say that the conversation ended up in London excluding them from the conversation.
I remade leaving the restaurant, given the total absence of lights on the island and the enormous distance that separates it from any other town in the sky you can see an unimaginable quantity of stars, some seem larger than others, but after closer inspection you can see that they are simply more nearby stars.

The best was yet to come, the day after I wake up with the chickens at dawn, my room faces east and light tents do not prevent the sun just risen to share it. I have breakfast and I just put it into gear to reach the northern tip of the island, it would take three hours but after about half the time I climbed on the terraces feel the effort and go back after a week still I'm used to the altitude . Is ° I returned home I put on the terrace on the moleskine to write and sew the banners on the backpack. Yesterday, the scene was a beautiful blue expanse with another island in the center and the horizon obscured by clouds. Now something has changed, fortunately, a small island and lake are still in place, but more clouds are thinned out in the distance to the center of my view there are four jagged snowy peaks cut in half by some cloud, surrounded by barren hills burnt by sun, the braying of a donkey in the distance adds color to the landscape. Here we should probably

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