tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83625348154419439002012-02-17T02:38:25.052Zre del nullanoreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-41714190504291624352008-12-04T20:52:00.000Z2009-03-16T16:14:52.725ZMany years are gone so far after we first met. Probably 10. From customer to friend, from friend to mentor. He was my stable point. Our conversation were long trip through far lands and consciences. We were not even tired to listen each other and start discussions as two opinionated person with a very different life, different views but happy to meet up for a confrontation. His stable static and my dynamic mobility were synchronized flattening the balance's plates.<br /><br />Respect for a man that thought to me a lot, maybe more than all, probably even what a man cannot teach because against his nature, not conceivable.<br /><br />A pair of compasses is more wide, unifying not only teo points in the world but across dimensions.<br /><br />A pair f compasses is bigger and more present.<br /><br />Da Fabrizio to Andrea, Uncino, anonimo, nice to have met you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-4171419050429162435?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-59609853981287774362007-09-16T22:28:00.000+01:002008-10-26T13:33:56.969ZLast time in India, waiting to get the flight back to Europe<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" 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value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fEktw-nQyQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1pEnIPss_ow&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1pEnIPss_ow&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-6973711834283170623?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-59935458086521072142007-09-16T21:07:00.000+01:002007-09-16T21:10:06.185+01:00one morning i went alone to the waterfall, was early in the morning, i just said to the guide that going there, without asking to many people<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GicVURGmV0c"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GicVURGmV0c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />the day after i got sick, like high fever....<br />Mr Kookie, said":<br />' u went alone on the waterfall, yesterday, this is why you are sick today,<br />a bad spirit is on you, u got hat on the waterfall....'<br />and after that he made for me a cure from a lot kind of plants, flowers and roots...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c69EVG20OSY"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c69EVG20OSY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cK1Io6fcuc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cK1Io6fcuc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />i felt better after that.....<br /><br />and i wanna say thanks to his man, even without knowing his age, usually not really understand each other for a language prob, but in spite of that he never lingered to show is friendly attitude to us......<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2s-gNRs-3yM"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2s-gNRs-3yM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-5993545808652107214?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-42869693932384921162007-09-16T21:00:00.000+01:002007-09-16T21:07:26.156+01:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-4286969393238492116?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-1972774239827098142007-09-16T20:58:00.000+01:002007-09-16T21:04:08.297+01:00During the day trekking in the muddy jungle, the machete is so sharp<br />almost every day different house, different family, during the evening we share experience<br />the pigs live under the house, they chicken on the trees around, everybody eating Sago<br />they have no money, they arrange everything exchanging things<br />even the marriage is arranged by exchange of things, the man family has to buy the woman from her family.....<br />could be a big amount of chickens, pigs, machete, goodies...trees...<br />and if the man family decide to pay in 2 times....and they cannot do that the woman family can take bak the woman...<br />even after the marriage they cannot sleep together<br /><br /><object 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the man is coming form the monkey or something like that....the man was completely covered by hair, but he couldn't catch many animals while hunting<br />' one morning the man took off his skin and left it on the kitchen, after he went hunting. After while the wife woke up and found the skin, thinking was a monkey she cooked the skin...when the man came back from hunting he couldn't find his skin and asked to his wife, the skin was cooked and only the hair on the top were left ...so this is way the man get less hair and became like we are'<br /><br />sleep in the noisy jungle is so pleasant, really noisy.....be woke up by the unexpected silence and after 1 second a earthquake shakes the ground for few seconds and when is finished slowly all the animals begin again to make their sounds is something unforgettable.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-197277423982709814?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-76966604632165416942007-09-16T20:55:00.000+01:002007-09-16T20:57:58.248+01:00they have a social organization and the Medicine Man is the leader ,<br />Medicine Man is the man that knows plants to get medicines, is the judge also, or the chairman of the village.<br />there 2 kind of medicine man junior and senior, and they also have a leader<br />they have tattoo's all around the body, they like clothes.....<br />everybody smokes, woman , man..heavily....<br />Mr Kookie is the Medicine Man, our porter, or reference, our company on this trip.<br />he saw the first white man on the harbor, dutch people, he was scared, he ran away in the jungle....<br />the religion is animism...<br />they speak mentawai language, there is no writing system....<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqlNqzyvj2Q"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqlNqzyvj2Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/beCYMjgy-UM"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/beCYMjgy-UM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-7696660463216541694?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-883778448767312322007-09-16T20:46:00.001+01:002008-10-11T18:10:46.746+01:00mentawai people are living on Mentawai Islands, on west Sumatra<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkJbsVR5xrU"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkJbsVR5xrU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />is possible they got Pulau Siberut passing by Pulau Nias, long time ago.<br />the islands split form Sumatra like 500000 years ago.<br /><br />they receive people organized with guides that u can arrange on Bukkintiggi or directly there.<br />most of the locals are living on the modern way, but in the inner part is still present the mentawai life style.<br />is possible visit them and share daily life.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CNoX6AJ9wIE"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CNoX6AJ9wIE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFW-HR58pQk"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFW-HR58pQk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zZ1nKgXhHMo"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zZ1nKgXhHMo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param 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nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-61587265658420941742007-08-02T14:55:00.000+01:002007-08-02T15:08:33.626+01:00meet interesting persons.....definitely artists on what they are doing....<br />admire the simple......the daily life...simpleness...clear....positive.....<br />humble after a compliment....<br />patience...professional....perseverance....<br />nice family always around.....<br /><br />therefore is not just the content of their professional skills that are broadcasted....but even a way of life.....<br />till the last moment ...a complete exhibition....how i possible also do....without all complications....without expect to much.....<br />...100% i admire them.....<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPkM7JCArHg"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPkM7JCArHg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qLneyiwbAHk"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qLneyiwbAHk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmyJW4oVTyo"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmyJW4oVTyo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />here the contacts<br /><br />I MADE SUMANTRA<br />healing and spiritual guidance<br />www.balineseyoga.com<br /><br />I MADE MARJAYA<br />master and teacher in batik, wood carving, painting<br /><br />perhaps is not a case they have the same name.....they live in ubud.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-6158726565842094174?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-83025761005782816312007-08-02T14:53:00.000+01:002007-08-02T15:05:25.372+01:00bali has a certain charm.....<br />is not just an island on tropics....different among other around due the different religion....<br />is not just casts....beaches...surf.....spa.....<br />frangipane.....<br /><br />is a place where the culture and history have a strong impact on present...<br />is a meaning for everything....<br /><br />ceremonies everyday before the sunset....<br />dress of the people...<br />offerings with fruits and sweets....on the head of the woman.....always discrete and elegant...<br />...small one with rice in the morning......incense....the meaning of the hand moving with the wet flower....and the other holding the tray....<br />flowers among hair on woman...and on the hears on men...<br />temple inside every house...where all the families live together...<br />is a nice talking about a relative dead....<br />acknowledging that there is an end and a meaning...and a continue....<br />vibe of the music obsessive....<br />easy smile....be friendly...<br />due respect for traditions...<br />breakfast always different...<br />cooks....in the morning......and before the sunset caressed by the man...<br />nice panorama on rice fields...<br />and scents surrounding you....<br />small basket made by palms or banana leaves...5 different flowers...the incense...the rise...<br />rice between leaves....<br />face expression of the statue....<br />peanuts...eat on the gazebo on the valley...<br />rush to go home..to have sit on bamboo chair....and watch and listen the garden....<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkQMQGuG3cU"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkQMQGuG3cU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" 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polite....<br /><br />the videos comment.....just enjoy....<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GjnwEZXM-nM"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GjnwEZXM-nM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_477NabxLVg"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_477NabxLVg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5Po2UkxTX0"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5Po2UkxTX0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-4608639793839396772?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-32374327588624891282007-07-20T15:08:00.000+01:002007-07-20T15:44:59.816+01:00Bali, the inner part...Ubud and around....<br />don't be misleaded by Kuta...<br />get in the real part of balinese life...<br />where arts meet culture in a big garden....<br /><br />colors, flowers, architetture....everything mixed up to please you.....<br />the smells..<br />the dress of the woman...<br />the offers...<br />the flowers in the hair....<br />the man with his sarong....<br />the sweet noise of the birds....<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYtnoE32o2M"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYtnoE32o2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_477NabxLVg"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_477NabxLVg" 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oT82V6rbco"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oT82V6rbco" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9cv41LW9dw"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9cv41LW9dw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-6620940298170078289?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-28860868829823772142007-07-09T18:40:00.000+01:002007-07-09T18:57:03.949+01:00could be really easy have a fun...<br />just wake up a morning and decide to go to some place and just allow locals to help you....<br /><br />just anywhere...just start to ask around.....<br />is fun.....<br />you will be the special guest......<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYIJT2oMXwI"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYIJT2oMXwI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6zZkPGuMpI"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6zZkPGuMpI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-2886086882982377214?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-86177827910236371502007-07-09T18:37:00.000+01:002007-07-09T18:39:51.966+01:00people are back to be interested by me....is like your not a random guy...<br />all smiles around.....surrounded by them....<br />always a a way to do a fest to you...<br />to talk to you...<br />waiting any way to start a conversation...<br />it helps you to feel safe, in some way in a familiar place for you...that is definitely not<br /><br />again a street of fame....<br /><br />the big Vulcan that made the lake Toba within his island Samosir in the middle of it...is the land of Batak people...<br />'Batak woman is a good wife.....they say.....<br /><br />u can feel the glorious tourist past.....<br />u can see it.....<br />before 10 years ago...more o less.....after the first bombing.....<br />now is supposed to be high season....school holidays and dry season....<br />not many westerns.....just few dropping by the way perhaps....<br /><br />people call u around....people are friendly....people want you around...<br />was their activity....theyr job before,...<br />they just got the worst from the mess.......<br /><br />is the main argument around.....<br />like embedded in a problem without be the cause........<br /><br />hard workers....strong people....<br /><br />you are gonna be so busy..hailing to all people calling you...to hailing you....to answering about the questions 'where are you from...'<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2KCDi99flI"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2KCDi99flI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/chMV2iFGBI0"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/chMV2iFGBI0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-8617782791023637150?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-18717085893171865442007-07-02T20:01:00.000+01:002007-07-02T20:16:18.414+01:00what about the culture difference....the religions.....<br />Malaysia is the example to follow.....<br /><br />together.....not event partitioned....when you stay here ...you see that together means really together...in the same district 4 examples of religions.....like this place is not affected by the problems affecting the rest of the world......<br /><br />and religions means colors...a lot of colors.....you drop on one shop...and you see by yourself the diversity...working together...Asian melting pot...on a Muslim country......<br /><br />not to mention what about the food....the impact of that rainbow on it......<br /><br />in the same way......no partitions, a food hall with few stalls can be so multicultural that is hard to imagine.......<br /><br />...... one of the best example.......to follow.....<br /><br /><object 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diversity reality leaving together and not contrasting at all......<br /><br />just stop to a coconut tree and try to get one....you cannot get it...farang......is too difficult.....but someone drops to you.....<br /><br />a pure feeling for them....so genuine......in the same island where thousands the night before meet up for a worldwide known party.....<br />but they are leaving apart from that....is just few kms......but no contamination...<br /><br />maybe the jungle in the middle....is not only giving the presence but also a filter......<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFP-0FCEkSo"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFP-0FCEkSo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEx8mMygmlc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEx8mMygmlc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-9078201739809525901?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-79443771281588296072007-07-02T19:56:00.000+01:002007-07-02T19:58:35.169+01:00is always a pleasure......<br />always is not boring.....<br /><br />Bangkok remains exotic and chaotic....<br />on a traffic jam get the best chilled fruit......so tasty......<br /><br />holy and profane.....<br /><br />but is so beautiful like this......<br /><br /><br />why youtube is banned?.........<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w5RcfGFmy_Y"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w5RcfGFmy_Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-7944377128158829607?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-77567817977027898462007-07-02T19:54:00.000+01:002007-07-02T20:33:10.867+01:00hanging around and see how the jobs are direct on the street.....<br />u can feel all the manual jobs passing by the road......u can smell them...u can hear them......<br /><br />the practical way the live, they work....<br />have a seat in a almost primitive dhaba, just an hut with a kind of cook for an almost one kind of dish......rigorously with hands.... obviously on the street and have a teh with an it engineer ready to get his degree and to leave.......do you smoke...?<br /><br />or be in the middle of nowhere and get fired the entire motorbike wiring....hitchhiking on a tat truck...go to the first mechanic and be sure that for evening the bike is gonna be ready.....or the clutch...or gears.......or what do you need???<br /><br /><br />or show a camera...just be interested to do some shoots...and get a crowd of people modeling for you...and so curios,,to see how they are in pic......<br /> <br />or ask something that could be weird ....... but if is possible why not???<br /><br />or be always, always invited to have a seat......wherever, howsoever....just have seat......'you tired.......and where are you from ???'<br /><br />be waiting to change a wheel and have a breakfast with a sick truck drivers....chai and cookies.....just because you are there...<br /><br />and ask about a hot shower.......of course......and is not....<br /><br />they talk to you always...........<br /><br />and ask an information...get an answer...but you say that could be also like another way ....and they say yes......?<br /><br />and be invited by babas......<br /><br />and get an ' i like you..' by a waiter....because he really find you interesting......no tricks.....no other meanings....<br /><br />and say hello and be sure 100% that you are gonna get back hello+smile......<br /><br />and leave things or luggage and no one think about that....<br /><br />and bargain for everything.....<br /><br />and the salty juice.....<br /><br />and park the bike in the wrong spot and find it parked well, on the side of the street.....<br /><br />and be questioned by everybody....be looked ....... getting all the attention....between hundreds people....and just open the mouth to ask,,,,and you get what you need..........<br /><br />and the way the say yes ...nodding like we say no.........fantastic......<br /><br />and what about your bike...'is really nice....'<br /><br />and the way you have to blow horn always...to pass....and the hand always ready from the window saying you.....'go...go..'<br /><br />and you go!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-7756781797702789846?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-37826584955777441632007-07-02T19:53:00.000+01:002007-07-02T19:55:59.437+01:00no paper, indian toilet...<br />no napkins, indian napkins....<br /><br />coming back in the same city after 1 month trip in the country....<br />doesn't look like the same<br /><br />even the chats that were bothering you...are not the same....you know now how to face them....you have a kind of filter now that protects you<br /><br />and so, new Delhi has another light, an understandable light, that explains ...<br />always the first impression is not complete, you need more info to get clear what's going on....<br /><br />now i can even stay longer.......is like a known place...with more o less known people.......<br /><br />kinky factors remain on the street....you cannot agree...but in same way you can understand....<br /><br />people always surround you, in all the possible ways....never a feeling of dislike.....never a smile not given.......and even the hot season is more hot......<br /><br />so could be enough......even if you have to scavenge on the rubbish......but for sure you are gonna find something, always......<br /><br />after that you are ready for many things.......<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/utXlvUgfjTE"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/utXlvUgfjTE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7z1OCEA254E"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7z1OCEA254E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-3782658495577744163?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-16808102450979388232007-07-02T19:50:00.000+01:002007-07-02T20:07:40.867+01:00slowly slowly.....easy...<br />'flowers around<br />...smells...relax....shanti...'<br /><br />'casts?...yes middle cast.....lower cast cannot decide what to eat....always the same...home to work and back home...money for food...'<br /><br />while there is:<br /><br />http://www.freetibet.org/<br /><br />......Bejing 2008<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0cUOQtWxac"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0cUOQtWxac" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-1680810245097938823?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-83061396749100111642007-06-20T07:13:00.000+01:002007-06-20T07:15:01.378+01:00since young already ladies....<br /><br />and such a ladies!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBaRo-zppIs"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBaRo-zppIs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />them ar living close to small villages..nomads..<br />they love photos...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCzi16OlfGc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCzi16OlfGc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-8306139674910011164?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-39604576376483699862007-06-20T07:06:00.000+01:002007-06-20T07:10:40.857+01:00stops you for info...or asking about .......business man.....europe...friends everywhere....need a favour....some activities....<br />like fishing.....let's have a tea....beers..beers....a juice..no sparkling...tired......catch u later...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UtmRSbKGju8"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UtmRSbKGju8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-3960457637648369986?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-71746132023188459062007-06-20T07:05:00.000+01:002007-06-20T07:09:54.316+01:00back lots of chats....people calling you....<br />this is the way they wanna show u something...what they have....<br /><br />the ' house boat '<br /><br />people asking u what u think about Kashmir?<br />on my guide is written to avoid...<br />why ?<br />military base everywhere...<br /><br />but everything goes....<br /><br />them are outstanding always......<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sn8Gb4VWez4"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sn8Gb4VWez4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i709VuxkKm0"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i709VuxkKm0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-7174613202318845906?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-31806998157772684222007-06-20T07:00:00.000+01:002007-06-20T07:04:08.220+01:00in the middle of nowhere ...stopping by a small village asking where to go....a friendly face man on the road...<br />perfect english.....<br />we begun a to chat...he is so nice....he is a teacher.....where is the school ?<br />just in front of us...<br />can i see it ?....of course...we go in...other teachers welcome us...<br /><br />middle school matayen<br />Matayen ( drass ) Jammu&Kasmir<br /><br />kids from 6 to 14, they learn urdu and english...<br />is just for the village beside<br /><br />Drass the second place coldest in the world<br /><br />we had a tea...kashmiri tea...and bread..so good!<br />they welcomed me like in the same way all people meet on the way....<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ceLPS5vjMsQ"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ceLPS5vjMsQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-3180699815777268422?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-69679480947276772152007-06-18T14:30:00.000+01:002007-06-18T14:42:05.279+01:00Checking posts, many, passport, where u come from,where do u go...dozens..<br />kids, when i get the village, when i pass by...they recognize the sounds...they come to you...not even a celebrity...the wanna shake the hand...smiles...get a five while going....<br />in the villages everybody is curios...<br />the road could be interrupted...<br />the bike...<br />"where are u from...ah italy...."<br />desert. no vegetations. canyons<br />dust, wind, again on the pass..<br />heavy breathe...<br />tata, trucks, bus...<br />never felt so sure to go in the middle of no where, like u know the place, the people, like i lived there...<br />nobody<br />alone, on the river, the rocks...<br />cows here ...danger...<br />military bases...<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FuLQ5TR5Ffw"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FuLQ5TR5Ffw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-6967948094727677215?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-78075222691671811282007-06-18T14:23:00.000+01:002007-06-18T14:27:54.326+01:00the mountains do like a filter ......<br />Leh is a small town comped by many Tibetan refugees, that with the particular behaviour and discretion are trying to do a new trend how to manage the environment<br /><br />Too dry...lack of oxygen...less vegetation....you cannot breathe easily...<br /><br />wake up in the morning could be so pleasant by a song <br /><br />less chat in town.... <br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppHrlNnvKkI"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppHrlNnvKkI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KptoACuyfXg"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KptoACuyfXg" 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what about live there. so in difficult conditions...<br />"you know, here there is peace, people are ok, no problems no fight...i like here.."<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtFtpitdRb4"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtFtpitdRb4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-3686085298918619053?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-72685952283761024702007-06-18T13:21:00.000+01:002007-06-18T14:00:01.215+01:00you never be alone on that road....<br /><br />nomads really famous for the Pashmina wool ( the goat is called pashmina..seems to be difficolt to raise up...maybe the only one able to...you can see after on the towns....in all shops....<br /><br />with the other nomads i couldn't get anything, language prob....<br />just i kow the live there for a while and after they move....<br />like seasonolly<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qd19nLjtiW4"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qd19nLjtiW4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-7268595228376102470?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-12690280889781114032007-06-13T12:00:00.000+01:002007-06-18T13:18:01.139+01:00485 km on the mountains, max altitude 5328 mt, here the highest pass, unfortunately not saved by devastation...just to don't kick the habit.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8tcSLwyzTA"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8tcSLwyzTA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-1269028088978111403?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-82169733936888016792007-06-13T11:59:00.000+01:002007-06-13T12:06:55.742+01:00altitude average between 4000 to 5000, a road open only 3 or 4 months a year...<br />never heard about them<br /><br />but they are there, every day, we cannot communicate but they don't hesitate to cheer up, to offer something, to get around you...not a bad sign or unfriendly manner, with a particoular respect <br /><br />such a lords!<br /><br />they work at extreme, they seem belong to an extreme world..<br />cannot understand..<br />i leave to you a thought...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNEi-xgZdQ4"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNEi-xgZdQ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-8216973393688801679?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-35501353909164878852007-06-13T11:48:00.000+01:002007-06-18T13:07:50.196+01:00begun a few days trip trough the mountains to get Leh....<br /><br />again viva people, especially when they become fellows traveller, casually...<br /><br />from a solo traveller like me, i can say now never appreciated a friendship like this, so the meaning of solo travel is not to be alone...but the hope to meet someone <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1yeNdcXbc4Q"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1yeNdcXbc4Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-3550135390916487885?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-25283540156854662802007-06-13T11:34:00.000+01:002007-06-13T11:48:02.735+01:00never seen to many writings about ' we serve italian, israeli...'<br />for my point of view, nothing more fake...menu wrong, recipes fake...poor Italy...<br /><br />random people around covered by a shawl...reached the old part of the village, near by the torrent, just up the hill....<br /><br />old houses...some temple...<br />could be common, viva the simple daylylife, people, stuff...<br />the only different thing among same writings...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQKdA5X0UpQ"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQKdA5X0UpQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-2528354015685466280?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-49222365785611224542007-06-03T17:40:00.000+01:002007-06-13T11:32:40.960+01:00while dining in smoky restaurant, where everything could be already seen, predictable....<br /><br />a french lady on mids,<br />20 years past in Nepal,<br />some apartments rented in Paris,<br />a life spent to teach, to give education,<br />no religions symbols, no europeans standards,<br /><br />but just a basic educations, in the way locals can get,<br />living with them on the most remote place...<br /><br />no names behind it, no symbols, no sponsorships..<br /><br />just a pure sense of interest, after a casual trip there...<br /><br />hostility for the concepts, hostility for the provenience...<br /><br />just a pure interest!<br /><br />can make the difference?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-4922236578561122454?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-86540004392133742942007-06-03T09:09:00.000+01:002007-06-13T11:31:44.724+01:00is too hot even on bike.<br />due stops are rewarded by nice meetings.<br /><br />get arts educations and serve te to 'baba' is not really common.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/osAmsLgBfnY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/osAmsLgBfnY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-8654000439213374294?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-22124206246790672812007-06-03T09:01:00.000+01:002007-06-13T11:26:44.477+01:00the road seems to be a law of life, doesn't matter who are you and where are going, the matter is arrive as soon as possible. is like an occult strength leads everything.<br /><br />meanwhile is possible to see something more natural<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMZVkloJqKo"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMZVkloJqKo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-2212420624679067281?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-82568320935658990332007-06-03T08:56:00.000+01:002007-06-13T11:26:05.269+01:00moving to the north, to the valley, to try to breathe.<br /><br />a motorbike could be a way<br /><br />persons so dedicate to work, without asking why..<br /><br />the education is the future, everywhere outstanding institutes, from the total absence of rights to the top of the education.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LER07cdD_dY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LER07cdD_dY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-8256832093565899033?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-90430480855773481382007-06-03T08:49:00.001+01:002007-06-13T11:23:22.302+01:00the holy city on the Gange river.<br /><br />a lot of Pilgrims.<br /><br />same standard of noise volume, mixed to the charm about temples on the holy river.<br /><br />the elegance of the woman.<br /><br />the yoga birthplace ?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUJwjnNt_vc"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUJwjnNt_vc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-9043048085577348138?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-44576088887880515342007-05-29T18:47:00.000+01:002007-06-13T11:22:35.564+01:00i left the city, to much chatting around...<br />the video is self explanatory!<br />anyway ' the hand has 5 fingers and all different'<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7P9B7oPG1iQ"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7P9B7oPG1iQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-4457608888788051534?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362534815441943900.post-4522682172193820082007-05-26T13:07:00.000+01:002007-06-13T11:22:10.769+01:00"if u wanna stay on Shiva Guest house, u can find it in front of the Sheton Hotel (more common to taxi drivers...not easy to find, especially during the day because is an hidden ramp between two shops...nothing to mention but hanging out by easygoing"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362534815441943900-452268217219382008?l=hesos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>re del nullanoreply@blogger.com0