Vamos a la playa
Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay
05:12:05
Arrivato a Montevideo decido di tornare indietro. Destinazione Colonia. Lo so.. ho fatto una cosa stupida, o per lo meno non molto intelligente. No! ho fatto una cosa stupida. È stupido infatti, viaggiando con più o meno 20 iuri al giorno, spenderne 4 + 4 per fare avanti e indietro nel giro di poche ore.
Il bus che da Montevideo (ri)porta al confine, poco prima di Colonia effettua una fermata ad un camping. Scendo qui. Il camping è davvero carino, immerso nel verde, non troppa gente (per la verità non c'è un cazzo di nessuno, saranno al massimo 3-4 famiglie più alterttante coppiette) e dà direttamente sulla spiaggia. Mi informo sui prezzi: costa poco, il problema è che con l'affitto tent (I did not have increased from Milan), the cost would be slightly higher (seondo reported by Lonely Planet) to a bed in a habitacion compartido the citadel which is about ten kilometers. The problem is just that. What do I do? I spend a little more and stay here (spending more money if I wanted to go to town) or go directly to Cologne? I ask to use allla founder and director of Internet and go to the beach. It's really beautiful, I like the beaches of bad that comes with the green water. Maybe I only like the green next to blue. I do not know ... Every time I see this kind of scene I remember the green hill of San Sebastian on the Atlantic. I do not know why but I like tantissimo, "davero". In spiaggia mi viene incontro un vecchietto, inizia a parlarmi, solite domande (di dove sei, da dove arrivi, dove andrai, é la prima volta qui in Uruguay, per che squadra tifi,come si vive in Italia...), poi mi dice che non sono stato fortunato. "qui non piove da 6 settimane e questo weekend pioverá di brutto". "Sicuro?" "Sicurissimo!!!" come se gli avessi chiesto conferma del suo nome.. Detto fatto, lascio stare l'idea del campeggio (finalmente prendo una decisione... non posso essere sempre cosí incerto sul dafarsi) e mi dirigo in Colonia downtown, un delizioso pueblo di fine '700, tutto bianco, azzurro e verde con quelle belle bandiere dell'uruguay che sventolano quá e lá.
Arrivo all' Hospedaje Español, mi danno una bella cameretta luminosa da dividere con altri due, dalla finestra sul mio letto si vede un grosso albero e si sentono le grida dei bambini di una scuola che é proprio lí accanto. Sono giú nel patio, su un'amaca a scrivere un pó di diario e mi accorgo di un'euforia collettiva. C'e´un via vai di ragazzini dentro una stanza fatiscente (si scrive con la "i"??) sul fondo del cortile.. chiedo che succede e mi dicono che il cane (un dalmata) stanotte ha partorito dieci cuccioli.. Vado a vedere anch'io, tanto la madre é in un'altra stanza a mangiare. Sono infinitesimali.. piccolissimi... dovrei dire che sono carinissimi.. sinceramente peró mi fanno un pó senso!! Una ragazzina me ne da uno in mano e mi sforzo per non sembrare troppo schizzinoso.. é tutto rosa... mi sembra di avere in mano un rettile, non un mammifero!!
Conosco un mio compagno di stanza, un omone col pelo lungo biondo legato dietro. "chiamami Gringo" mi dice, é uruguayano ha 26 anni peró ne compie 27 il 15 dicembre. Beh!!! questo tipo 'e nato il 15.12.78: Live in the Promised Land, uno dei piú famosi concerti di Springsteen (San Francisco, Ca. Winterland theater), trasmesso all'epoca via radio da un'emittente di cui non ricordo il nome. Gringo fa l'artigiano vendendo collanine e braccialetti d'argento, non ha casa, viaggia da 11 anni. Sinceramente dimostra una decina d'anni in piú e quando gli parlo devo star attento guardagli not rotten teeth, every time I fall look makes a strange movement with his lips: I would not put him at ease. E 'was also in Italy, he met a girl in Fasano (where there is a squalid zoo safari that really deserves-five years ago I, Cascio, Maggi and we went there to do un'allegrissima Easter trip ...) . I ask him if it was in Milan and if he liked. "Shit! I was in Milan and I have stolen all the while I was sleeping at the station" "Where are you from?" he asks, "Milan." Exactly. It shows very kind to me and these days I spend much time with him and his other friends walking, drinking mate and talking more or less everything. I do know Richard, Piriapolis, that makes me see the pictures of his girl of 3 years is equal to Chiapasco Anna, a girl I had a pack in 17 when I was Hati, a few years ago. Ovviamenmte talk about football and I find that Richard's best friend is called "Maracana 2-1" in honor of the second world won by Uruguay's training (in '50, Brazil, to the detriment of the owners .. some Brazilians killed themselves after defeat). Now .. in Italy we are football fanatics, but at most we have cases of children in Milan named in honor of Marco Van Basten, or in Catanzaro, in honor of Massimo Palanca. Maybe I'm wrong but .. there's someone in Italy that calls for "Bernabeu 3-1"?? or "Camp Nou 4-0"? I think I really am is an example the degree of fanaticism to the calcium present in these parts ..
Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay
05:12:05
Arrivato a Montevideo decido di tornare indietro. Destinazione Colonia. Lo so.. ho fatto una cosa stupida, o per lo meno non molto intelligente. No! ho fatto una cosa stupida. È stupido infatti, viaggiando con più o meno 20 iuri al giorno, spenderne 4 + 4 per fare avanti e indietro nel giro di poche ore.
Il bus che da Montevideo (ri)porta al confine, poco prima di Colonia effettua una fermata ad un camping. Scendo qui. Il camping è davvero carino, immerso nel verde, non troppa gente (per la verità non c'è un cazzo di nessuno, saranno al massimo 3-4 famiglie più alterttante coppiette) e dà direttamente sulla spiaggia. Mi informo sui prezzi: costa poco, il problema è che con l'affitto tent (I did not have increased from Milan), the cost would be slightly higher (seondo reported by Lonely Planet) to a bed in a habitacion compartido the citadel which is about ten kilometers. The problem is just that. What do I do? I spend a little more and stay here (spending more money if I wanted to go to town) or go directly to Cologne? I ask to use allla founder and director of Internet and go to the beach. It's really beautiful, I like the beaches of bad that comes with the green water. Maybe I only like the green next to blue. I do not know ... Every time I see this kind of scene I remember the green hill of San Sebastian on the Atlantic. I do not know why but I like tantissimo, "davero". In spiaggia mi viene incontro un vecchietto, inizia a parlarmi, solite domande (di dove sei, da dove arrivi, dove andrai, é la prima volta qui in Uruguay, per che squadra tifi,come si vive in Italia...), poi mi dice che non sono stato fortunato. "qui non piove da 6 settimane e questo weekend pioverá di brutto". "Sicuro?" "Sicurissimo!!!" come se gli avessi chiesto conferma del suo nome.. Detto fatto, lascio stare l'idea del campeggio (finalmente prendo una decisione... non posso essere sempre cosí incerto sul dafarsi) e mi dirigo in Colonia downtown, un delizioso pueblo di fine '700, tutto bianco, azzurro e verde con quelle belle bandiere dell'uruguay che sventolano quá e lá.
Arrivo all' Hospedaje Español, mi danno una bella cameretta luminosa da dividere con altri due, dalla finestra sul mio letto si vede un grosso albero e si sentono le grida dei bambini di una scuola che é proprio lí accanto. Sono giú nel patio, su un'amaca a scrivere un pó di diario e mi accorgo di un'euforia collettiva. C'e´un via vai di ragazzini dentro una stanza fatiscente (si scrive con la "i"??) sul fondo del cortile.. chiedo che succede e mi dicono che il cane (un dalmata) stanotte ha partorito dieci cuccioli.. Vado a vedere anch'io, tanto la madre é in un'altra stanza a mangiare. Sono infinitesimali.. piccolissimi... dovrei dire che sono carinissimi.. sinceramente peró mi fanno un pó senso!! Una ragazzina me ne da uno in mano e mi sforzo per non sembrare troppo schizzinoso.. é tutto rosa... mi sembra di avere in mano un rettile, non un mammifero!!
Conosco un mio compagno di stanza, un omone col pelo lungo biondo legato dietro. "chiamami Gringo" mi dice, é uruguayano ha 26 anni peró ne compie 27 il 15 dicembre. Beh!!! questo tipo 'e nato il 15.12.78: Live in the Promised Land, uno dei piú famosi concerti di Springsteen (San Francisco, Ca. Winterland theater), trasmesso all'epoca via radio da un'emittente di cui non ricordo il nome. Gringo fa l'artigiano vendendo collanine e braccialetti d'argento, non ha casa, viaggia da 11 anni. Sinceramente dimostra una decina d'anni in piú e quando gli parlo devo star attento guardagli not rotten teeth, every time I fall look makes a strange movement with his lips: I would not put him at ease. E 'was also in Italy, he met a girl in Fasano (where there is a squalid zoo safari that really deserves-five years ago I, Cascio, Maggi and we went there to do un'allegrissima Easter trip ...) . I ask him if it was in Milan and if he liked. "Shit! I was in Milan and I have stolen all the while I was sleeping at the station" "Where are you from?" he asks, "Milan." Exactly. It shows very kind to me and these days I spend much time with him and his other friends walking, drinking mate and talking more or less everything. I do know Richard, Piriapolis, that makes me see the pictures of his girl of 3 years is equal to Chiapasco Anna, a girl I had a pack in 17 when I was Hati, a few years ago. Ovviamenmte talk about football and I find that Richard's best friend is called "Maracana 2-1" in honor of the second world won by Uruguay's training (in '50, Brazil, to the detriment of the owners .. some Brazilians killed themselves after defeat). Now .. in Italy we are football fanatics, but at most we have cases of children in Milan named in honor of Marco Van Basten, or in Catanzaro, in honor of Massimo Palanca. Maybe I'm wrong but .. there's someone in Italy that calls for "Bernabeu 3-1"?? or "Camp Nou 4-0"? I think I really am is an example the degree of fanaticism to the calcium present in these parts ..
few days ago I was waiting for a bus station in Buenos Aires and all the television stations gave the game of Boca. There was a police officer (on duty) who looked up the game .. the goal is blown shouting "GGGOOOOLLLLL" very happy and has called together all his colleagues from every part of the Terminal there came running out to enjoy the replay. A beautiful scene, a strong humanity, but, however, gives an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat goes on around here. NO?!?
Despite the rain falling hard during the day, at tarmonto, here is a show. The sky is fire and all the clouds take the nuances che il miglior pittore non sarebbe in grado di riprodurre. Mi gusto la straordinaria potente bellezza della natura seduto su uno scoglio in spiaggia (sí, é un misto spiaggia-scogli) mangiandomi due empanadas e gustandomi una birra fredda. Mi emoziono guardando il sole scendere, pensando che di lí, verso Occidente c'é casa mia, tante persone a cui voglio bene, cosí, da solo in quella spiaggietta piccolina abbozzo due piccolissimi baci in direzione della testolina bionda di mia madre e bruna della mia sorellina. Non mi sono sentito un coglione o uno sfigato a farlo, anzi.. l'ho trovato quasi divertente.. tutto qui. Mentre l'ho fatto ridevo.
Torno in stanza, mi sbatto un pó sul letto e chi ti arriva??!!?? Urban, uno svedesone air rather unlucky. He comes from a small town 800 km north of Stockholm (...), asks me what I do, I reply that I'm going to eat and he says "Good! I'm coming with you.." Thus, dry, and without that I asked him anything. Right now buy points, I love the way you do, no problem. I ask him if he is fine to go to a cheap place where I had been the night before. His only question is: "You drink?". A yes, all decided, you put your jacket and exclaims "Com'on! Let's go!" pollicione up with the right. I like Urban. And I'm wrong
tremendously. A difficult night, I constantly find topics for discussion, it's all il tempo zitto con lo sguardo verso una specie di pizza tutt'altro che attraente. Fa delle battute (ne ha fatte 3) pessime che davvero non fanno ridere. Mi sto seriamente innervosendo. Sopporto a mala pena situazioni di questo tipo con una tipa (proprio per evitarle negli ultimi due anni saró andato a bere 1 birra con una ragazza al massimo 2 ,3 volte), figuriamoci con un quarantunenne svedese sempre in silenzio. Finito di mangiare lo strazio continua: vuole andare a ballare o a bere qualcosa fuori. Anch'io ho voglia d'uscire ma qui a Colonia sono due i posti dove si puó andare la sera tardi, non posso dirgli che vado a casa e poi andare da un'altra parte.. dorme accanto a me.. si accorgerebbe che l'ho gabbatto. Arriviamo ad un locale, lui -contento-dice who wants to enter, then I tell them I'm a little tired and so he says, "Okay let's go to another." On the way, if I stop, it stops, if I go faster, go faster .. I think at some point addirittua of running away after the first corner. I'm doing a kind babysitter of 41 years. We're going to get to the second (and last) disco, I'm pissed off black (I do not want to sit down to a atvolino or stand with 'this guy always close and shut up !!!), so I tell him that I go to bed ( I really regret, but no longer support him). He does what?? makes the injured, with air from above tells me "OK, then I go alone .." "Go fuck! Go !!!". Arrival at the room I start bed hoping to fall asleep as soon as possible .. and what happens? after-swear-not more than 8 minutes to reach. I pretend to sleep, luckily the next day is gone, I tell the story to Gringo and he laughs bad ...
Returning to the girls .. sometimes it happens to see some couples who are traveling.
Friday evening in a little pub to have a coffee berm in front of me a couple of Spaniards (have had fifty years) and a German couple (in a bit older). The radio would send a song by REM Automatic for the people, listen, listen-followed-by Vamos a la playa of Righeira. The Germans have been quiet for 40 minutes looking around, the Spaniards fought all the time. Begin immediately. He pours the beer, a little too quickly causing a bunch of foam, you alzndo (close to) the tone of voice he rears saying that glass with too much foam does not want it and if it would have taken him. He tries to say something and to avoid the girl incazzature (unsuccessfully-on the face with her) if he takes it and starts drinking. Before you leave what happens? They get up, has remained grounded in a glass of her, he drinks it. He had never done ... The woman began to scream (they all run) and starts to say something like, "What do you think, you can do so only because I am a woman?" He does not know what to say, she continues to shout in his face. But it seems possible that the emancipation women have to go that far?? The first thing I thought is that the girl was a lesbian angry with the world, then you could see he was still married (fedi..) Efratelli were not given the substantial dissimilarity ... Okay .. Cap then go behind what could be, but the fact is that I think about the question (emancipaz. fem.) crossed the line it is very .. I've always been an ardent supporter of the condition of reciprocity, I mean. If a girl I finish the beer (a finger, there was ... but it was full!) I mica me furious ... I do not know, maybe I'm wrong, but in that scene was, however, the embryo of a very distorted view of the concept of gender equality, or rather, of how long existing abuses objective should be overcome. That's it.
meeting another couple on the bus as they arrive in Cologne. Two Yankees, I ask what time it is in error and I see that neither of minimum effort to understand. "We do not speak spanish ANY" said a voice almost squeamish. Her on the bus (well-kept) reads a fashion magazine (in English) and put a towel behind his head to avoid damaging the long-haired blacks fragrant and just ironed, he (two tiny legs and a bust sculpted by countless hours of gym ) holds one of the most modern gadgets (like super super super PDA) and send mail all the time with a look so sad. In nearly three hours were not NEVER spoken. I felt a great pain to see how you can reduce the human being. If you encounter someone who has not the slightest intention to speak the language of the country where you are, almost certainly they are people coming from the States. That 's right. However, the opposite is not true: not all behave the way the Yankees. Jim, for instance, is from Oregon, we met in a little bar (beautiful, full of colorful naif style squares) and ate the same thing (burrito de pollo), I began to speak in English and liked to say nothing in English "I have to learn," he said, we talked a little bit of States, the terrorist George W. and rock and roll. Yankee was also his way of speaking English (As Mister Señor) and attitude (like the way she told the waiter that the rest was his), but you could see he was so ... "For good" open-minded, curious.
The burrito was scared, was delicious, the owner of the place very nice, I stopped talking to him until late. In theory I should leave the next morning at 10:00. I decide to stop until the afternoon, so potermene eat another lunch. (Yeah!!)
and Monday are at 15:00, I'm here in another small, sandy beach to take a bit of sun on the water in the past days. It is beautiful, the only sounds I hear are the sea, wind, birds, children playing in the playground here accanto e le voci di tre belle fighe che passano sul molo di fronte. Tra poco vado al Terminal dei bus, prossima fermata Montevideo.
Despite the rain falling hard during the day, at tarmonto, here is a show. The sky is fire and all the clouds take the nuances che il miglior pittore non sarebbe in grado di riprodurre. Mi gusto la straordinaria potente bellezza della natura seduto su uno scoglio in spiaggia (sí, é un misto spiaggia-scogli) mangiandomi due empanadas e gustandomi una birra fredda. Mi emoziono guardando il sole scendere, pensando che di lí, verso Occidente c'é casa mia, tante persone a cui voglio bene, cosí, da solo in quella spiaggietta piccolina abbozzo due piccolissimi baci in direzione della testolina bionda di mia madre e bruna della mia sorellina. Non mi sono sentito un coglione o uno sfigato a farlo, anzi.. l'ho trovato quasi divertente.. tutto qui. Mentre l'ho fatto ridevo.
Torno in stanza, mi sbatto un pó sul letto e chi ti arriva??!!?? Urban, uno svedesone air rather unlucky. He comes from a small town 800 km north of Stockholm (...), asks me what I do, I reply that I'm going to eat and he says "Good! I'm coming with you.." Thus, dry, and without that I asked him anything. Right now buy points, I love the way you do, no problem. I ask him if he is fine to go to a cheap place where I had been the night before. His only question is: "You drink?". A yes, all decided, you put your jacket and exclaims "Com'on! Let's go!" pollicione up with the right. I like Urban. And I'm wrong
tremendously. A difficult night, I constantly find topics for discussion, it's all il tempo zitto con lo sguardo verso una specie di pizza tutt'altro che attraente. Fa delle battute (ne ha fatte 3) pessime che davvero non fanno ridere. Mi sto seriamente innervosendo. Sopporto a mala pena situazioni di questo tipo con una tipa (proprio per evitarle negli ultimi due anni saró andato a bere 1 birra con una ragazza al massimo 2 ,3 volte), figuriamoci con un quarantunenne svedese sempre in silenzio. Finito di mangiare lo strazio continua: vuole andare a ballare o a bere qualcosa fuori. Anch'io ho voglia d'uscire ma qui a Colonia sono due i posti dove si puó andare la sera tardi, non posso dirgli che vado a casa e poi andare da un'altra parte.. dorme accanto a me.. si accorgerebbe che l'ho gabbatto. Arriviamo ad un locale, lui -contento-dice who wants to enter, then I tell them I'm a little tired and so he says, "Okay let's go to another." On the way, if I stop, it stops, if I go faster, go faster .. I think at some point addirittua of running away after the first corner. I'm doing a kind babysitter of 41 years. We're going to get to the second (and last) disco, I'm pissed off black (I do not want to sit down to a atvolino or stand with 'this guy always close and shut up !!!), so I tell him that I go to bed ( I really regret, but no longer support him). He does what?? makes the injured, with air from above tells me "OK, then I go alone .." "Go fuck! Go !!!". Arrival at the room I start bed hoping to fall asleep as soon as possible .. and what happens? after-swear-not more than 8 minutes to reach. I pretend to sleep, luckily the next day is gone, I tell the story to Gringo and he laughs bad ...
Returning to the girls .. sometimes it happens to see some couples who are traveling.
Friday evening in a little pub to have a coffee berm in front of me a couple of Spaniards (have had fifty years) and a German couple (in a bit older). The radio would send a song by REM Automatic for the people, listen, listen-followed-by Vamos a la playa of Righeira. The Germans have been quiet for 40 minutes looking around, the Spaniards fought all the time. Begin immediately. He pours the beer, a little too quickly causing a bunch of foam, you alzndo (close to) the tone of voice he rears saying that glass with too much foam does not want it and if it would have taken him. He tries to say something and to avoid the girl incazzature (unsuccessfully-on the face with her) if he takes it and starts drinking. Before you leave what happens? They get up, has remained grounded in a glass of her, he drinks it. He had never done ... The woman began to scream (they all run) and starts to say something like, "What do you think, you can do so only because I am a woman?" He does not know what to say, she continues to shout in his face. But it seems possible that the emancipation women have to go that far?? The first thing I thought is that the girl was a lesbian angry with the world, then you could see he was still married (fedi..) Efratelli were not given the substantial dissimilarity ... Okay .. Cap then go behind what could be, but the fact is that I think about the question (emancipaz. fem.) crossed the line it is very .. I've always been an ardent supporter of the condition of reciprocity, I mean. If a girl I finish the beer (a finger, there was ... but it was full!) I mica me furious ... I do not know, maybe I'm wrong, but in that scene was, however, the embryo of a very distorted view of the concept of gender equality, or rather, of how long existing abuses objective should be overcome. That's it.
meeting another couple on the bus as they arrive in Cologne. Two Yankees, I ask what time it is in error and I see that neither of minimum effort to understand. "We do not speak spanish ANY" said a voice almost squeamish. Her on the bus (well-kept) reads a fashion magazine (in English) and put a towel behind his head to avoid damaging the long-haired blacks fragrant and just ironed, he (two tiny legs and a bust sculpted by countless hours of gym ) holds one of the most modern gadgets (like super super super PDA) and send mail all the time with a look so sad. In nearly three hours were not NEVER spoken. I felt a great pain to see how you can reduce the human being. If you encounter someone who has not the slightest intention to speak the language of the country where you are, almost certainly they are people coming from the States. That 's right. However, the opposite is not true: not all behave the way the Yankees. Jim, for instance, is from Oregon, we met in a little bar (beautiful, full of colorful naif style squares) and ate the same thing (burrito de pollo), I began to speak in English and liked to say nothing in English "I have to learn," he said, we talked a little bit of States, the terrorist George W. and rock and roll. Yankee was also his way of speaking English (As Mister Señor) and attitude (like the way she told the waiter that the rest was his), but you could see he was so ... "For good" open-minded, curious.
The burrito was scared, was delicious, the owner of the place very nice, I stopped talking to him until late. In theory I should leave the next morning at 10:00. I decide to stop until the afternoon, so potermene eat another lunch. (Yeah!!)
and Monday are at 15:00, I'm here in another small, sandy beach to take a bit of sun on the water in the past days. It is beautiful, the only sounds I hear are the sea, wind, birds, children playing in the playground here accanto e le voci di tre belle fighe che passano sul molo di fronte. Tra poco vado al Terminal dei bus, prossima fermata Montevideo.
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un grosso e caro saluto a Perolo Bomber
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