Jealous Guy
Punta del Este 7:12:05
If you have done more 'to 10000 km to arrive in South America, to know him, admire him and fall in love, then do not come to Punta del Este. Punta del Este sucks. It 's a beautiful peninsula with beautiful beaches on the Atlantic for charity', but 'the typical place of resort for the super-rich Argentines. Huge buildings on the sea that resemble the worst location 'of the Costa Brava, even a small little bar around, but expensive restaurants or McDonald's, no local shop but only vetrinone of the most' famous fashion houses, no child who plays running but children plump mores signed running with their small surf (s) holding the hand at half-staff and making the race to 'more' cool, no cars a bit 'broken-but almost all super SUV (s). All in a small town .. Do you understand what it 'Punta del Este?
'Cause I went there, then? 'Cause I knew it was a "tourist", so I thought to find a buena onda, a bit' of people traveling and many cafes where to spend the night .. that's all ... I never imagined so much crap.
Upon arriving at the hostel I try to go more 'marked on the economic Lonely. There is no 'more' for more 'than a year (the latest edition of South America on a shoestring and' in May 2004). The masons starda show me the new one to arrive at the Hi uruguayos ask me 300 pesos (12 bucks!) For a bed in a room to be shared (but 'with the bathroom!). It is 10 pm, I will not seek another even knowing that I'll find very difficult to 'something more' cheating. "Mi va bene". La stanza e' al buio, ci sono 2 persone che dormono (non posso accendere la luce), in 3 metri per 4 ci sono 4 letti a castello, in mezzo gli zainoni e i vestiti, c'e' un casino bestiale, non riesco neanche a capire quale sia il letto libero.
Punta del Este 7:12:05
If you have done more 'to 10000 km to arrive in South America, to know him, admire him and fall in love, then do not come to Punta del Este. Punta del Este sucks. It 's a beautiful peninsula with beautiful beaches on the Atlantic for charity', but 'the typical place of resort for the super-rich Argentines. Huge buildings on the sea that resemble the worst location 'of the Costa Brava, even a small little bar around, but expensive restaurants or McDonald's, no local shop but only vetrinone of the most' famous fashion houses, no child who plays running but children plump mores signed running with their small surf (s) holding the hand at half-staff and making the race to 'more' cool, no cars a bit 'broken-but almost all super SUV (s). All in a small town .. Do you understand what it 'Punta del Este?
'Cause I went there, then? 'Cause I knew it was a "tourist", so I thought to find a buena onda, a bit' of people traveling and many cafes where to spend the night .. that's all ... I never imagined so much crap.
Upon arriving at the hostel I try to go more 'marked on the economic Lonely. There is no 'more' for more 'than a year (the latest edition of South America on a shoestring and' in May 2004). The masons starda show me the new one to arrive at the Hi uruguayos ask me 300 pesos (12 bucks!) For a bed in a room to be shared (but 'with the bathroom!). It is 10 pm, I will not seek another even knowing that I'll find very difficult to 'something more' cheating. "Mi va bene". La stanza e' al buio, ci sono 2 persone che dormono (non posso accendere la luce), in 3 metri per 4 ci sono 4 letti a castello, in mezzo gli zainoni e i vestiti, c'e' un casino bestiale, non riesco neanche a capire quale sia il letto libero.
Davvero, appena entrato mi girano i coglioni a mille, non si possono spendere 300 pesos per una sistemazione cosi'.. mi sento "perso". Mi faccio coraggio, decido quale letto prendermi (se avran da ridire mi scusero' e mi faro' indicare quello libero) poi vado nel bagnetto a farmi una doccia. Il bagno e' sulla stessa linea della stanza: e'... "disordinatino", con saponi lasciati nel lavandino, spazzolini ovunque, il cestino della carta sporca stracolmo, un sacco of shampoo and cream left with the caps more 'or less close throughout the shower. To land a lake. This bath, however, cheer me up morale. On the tube of the shower plasticone appear as if by magic a bit 'of tanghini and bra. How did I not understand before?? In the room there 'pussy. Only women can be so 'casino and take a bath in this way ... yet I knew it, I have always maintained that the female toilets do much 'disgusting than the male, I could see the hostels, campsites and in any public place equipped double bathroom (you have in mind when looking for the bathroom more' to make clean poop always and inevitably you find yourself in a male?). While I put the right stuff goes Lia in the room (or Leah?), a inglesazza Manchester starting to talk and then you go to the shower leaving the bathroom door wide open (the slut ... ...); also wakes Lory, a type Irish sleeping under me. They ask me if I wanted to go and eat something with them. Sure!. In a restaurant I discovered that the two beloved (I did not realize that their were only 2 .., I thought there were other people) met in Baires, avran made the garbage together, and most can not stand '. I, in the middle. I try to do anyway nice with both, although I must say that it was much more 'interessantae talk to him. Lory tells me that he had been in Genoa for the G8 in 2001. We speak of that. Another infamous Italian shame. I ask him Sorry like Italian, comuque, I feel responsible. I give him the good news that almost all the officers who coordinate the actions of law enforcement have been promoted and (therefore) awards. I was in Genoa on Friday '7/20/2001, when a jeep of the Carabinieri (one identical to those I played with as a child) - or chissadove-e' Party took the shot Carlo Giuliani. That day in Genoa, I saw something just horrible. Stragiuro and I swear that after what you see, I could not believe that there was only one dead. I'm sorry, but now I do not want to talk dui "Genoa". Just one question, among others of the most 'useless. But why 'to go to protest the "real terrorists" (as' call them qui in SudAmerica i grandi 8) e per un mondo migliore, il treno che partiva dalla Stazione Garibaldi di Milano alle 6:00 ci ha messo 7 ore passando per Parma e aveva un solo bagno aperto?? Perche'?? Ero li' con Gaëlle, lei non riusciva a capacitarsene, io non potevo spiegare quello che avveniva. Tantomeno quello che sarebbe avvenuto. Al ritorno (in autostop, non si riusciva ad uscire da Genova e il giorno dopo alle 8:00 si partiva con i lupetti) sapevo la vergognosa risposta.
La discussione su Genova fa infuriare Lia.. "e' da 4 giorni che viaggiamo insieme e lui non fa altro che parlare di politica, sempre" mi dice. Mi scuso, lei risponde che non c'entro niente e torniamo in ostello per bere qualcosa con gli altri ragazzi. Qui, uscire the evening and 'prohibitive, and' much better buy beer at gas station next door and share with other travelers. A beer costs you out as in Italy and in any case you still drink in the nightclub with a bunch of Argentineans superfichelli superfashion clothes. In the hostel atmosphere and 'pleasant, the music of Bob Marley to throttle and widespread merriment that takes you to go to bed no earlier than 4. For the truth 'spends time with Lory, a Basque named Andres and a Brazilian who is traveling with his mother. There 's a gruppazzo of twentysomethings British drinkin'games ago but I did not really want to window with them, I always hated the young inglesotti drunk. I do not know if you ever come across in the Cyclades or the Costa Brava .. me with le loro faccette da culo stanno incredibilmente sulle palle, se poi fanno i fighi ballando e sentendosi i padroni del posto, il sentimento e' ben piu' drastico.
Per farvi capire come questo non sia un posto da viaggiatori, basta dire che per bermi un caffe' (senza spendere 3 dollari), la mattina dopo sono costretto ad andare al Terminal dei bus.
Devo assolutamente andare in bagno, torno in ostello ma accanto alla porta della toletta c'e' la faccia di un'australiana carina carina che sta dormendo. Non posso mica inondare il cesso di una puzza micidiale (la porta non si chiude nemmeno tanto bene), ne' tantomeno rischiare di svegliare la tipa con rumoroni tipici di chi ha qualche bolla d'aria nello stomaco (.. o no?!?!). Quindi, I'm looking for a ride a little bar .. pay me 'another coffee' and I will do my Cosona. Tuttaa around the peninsula for more 'than two hours when I finally run into a bar "normal." I order a coffee, 'I drink and go to the bathroom. The bathroom is shit (scustae the pun), there 's a terrible odor and ground and' full of handkerchiefs bianhi and brown (this may not be disposed in the cup, there are always overflowing bins next). I'm getting nervous, tomorrow I'm leaving as soon as possible (in the hostel you have to stop at least 2 nights ..). Back in the room, the Australian is still sleeping and in addition there are two other girls who doze. I have to take matters in hand ... IDEA! I go to the gas station 5 minutes from here. WONDERFUL. The process and 'spotless and the sense of satisfaction that I feel andandomene and' very deep. In the evening I decide to make a paste in a hostel, and invited other 7 people. Macaroni with fresh tomato sauce. Unfortunately wrong 'cause I put too much carrot in pan thus giving a taste too sweet. For the truth 'the food is not' bad and to my surprise, everyone is delighted by the compliments and making me taste the pasta to the other. I wonder 'what the fuck eat' normally sti qua ... Needless to say, however, as is the pasta in Italy, not anywhere else. It is not 'just a question of ingredients. I never understood why ', but if you bring the best pasta sauce from the motherland and do exactly the same how would you do it on Italian soil, the result is not 'never the same. Some say it is 'the water and' different .. I do not know .. maybe you will understand sooner or later 'region of this strange phenomenon. In the evening, without the inglesotti, living in the hostel there is' the best wave .. We will be about twenty, each one tells something of his travels, he jokes, drink and sing and listen to John Lennon. 26 years ago was killed by a madman. What an incredible loss to humanity '.. which one feels a sense of helplessness in the face of those inexplicable follies of mankind. Ascoltatevi Imagine ... and as' possible that whoever wrote this masterpiece is killed by his own fans? When does Jealous Guy in the middle atmosphere of soft lights and beautiful smiles guys, I get almost to tears. It was a song that I heard a lot when I was in middle and one of the last times I played I was driving in September with some dear boy scouts (in the car were Pit, Franca, Marge and a friend of his Yankee) returning from a concert Frascaro to a community in 'Don Gallo where we made camp. I'll remember 'always the beautiful trip and the faces, the smiles and the names of those great guys, really, you know that I stopped being a "boss" sometimes makes me feel a deep sense of nostalgia. It 'a period of my life and that is' over, and I know that this trip in one direction or another, and it' a symbol. However .. listened to the CD that was the gift of Chill to his dear old friends of the clan when he took the start, was titled "This Hard Land," a job done really well (except for 3 or 4 songs by the same author, I can not remember the name ... I believe it was New Jersey). I remember the first time I met Chill (sixteen) were in the car we went to a camp where the steward had to do. I was a leader, "Be careful! That's' just a jerk," I warned my Akela. "Perfect" I thought. E 'born a real friendship and proud. Big John! Although I called later that you've never given (ingiustamente. .!!..), I'm grateful for having the chance 'to that song to make a little' more 'in the air and maybe someone' more This may be considered 'in love remembering or thinking who knows' what. 'S why we do the compilation, no?
The next morning all happy, I'll organize my backpack and go to Punta del Diablo, where "there is 'nothing' and 'and' the opposite of Punta del Este" according to its reputation. At the bus station a girl tells me I have to wait until the next day 'cause there are no more' direct buses. I do not. There will be 'a way to reach the tip .. I ask around, but also the personnel working in here seems to be the negative influence of 'I'm bad place, "No, there' nothing until tomorrow!" "But there 's something moving from another city'?" "No. I've already 'said'. I therefore request information a driver (60 years with two bellidibrutto mustache and that gives me his mate), tells me that he goes to Castillo (I have no 'idea where it is ..) and that from them' "almost certainly" face something to Punta del Diablo. Perfect, I make more than one night, "Castillo." Returning to stop me
Hi George, a German with whom I had eaten the night before. He says that he wants to come to Punta only has to go by police to testify for the theft of a backpack at the hostel (the owner of the backpack and 'already' repatriated). Kraut to say that but 'must do fast, and the bus' to 14:00, and LE11 are 45, know the time of the bureaucracy. He tells me "go and come back." At 13:50 there '. Punta del Este: adios!
La discussione su Genova fa infuriare Lia.. "e' da 4 giorni che viaggiamo insieme e lui non fa altro che parlare di politica, sempre" mi dice. Mi scuso, lei risponde che non c'entro niente e torniamo in ostello per bere qualcosa con gli altri ragazzi. Qui, uscire the evening and 'prohibitive, and' much better buy beer at gas station next door and share with other travelers. A beer costs you out as in Italy and in any case you still drink in the nightclub with a bunch of Argentineans superfichelli superfashion clothes. In the hostel atmosphere and 'pleasant, the music of Bob Marley to throttle and widespread merriment that takes you to go to bed no earlier than 4. For the truth 'spends time with Lory, a Basque named Andres and a Brazilian who is traveling with his mother. There 's a gruppazzo of twentysomethings British drinkin'games ago but I did not really want to window with them, I always hated the young inglesotti drunk. I do not know if you ever come across in the Cyclades or the Costa Brava .. me with le loro faccette da culo stanno incredibilmente sulle palle, se poi fanno i fighi ballando e sentendosi i padroni del posto, il sentimento e' ben piu' drastico.
Per farvi capire come questo non sia un posto da viaggiatori, basta dire che per bermi un caffe' (senza spendere 3 dollari), la mattina dopo sono costretto ad andare al Terminal dei bus.
Devo assolutamente andare in bagno, torno in ostello ma accanto alla porta della toletta c'e' la faccia di un'australiana carina carina che sta dormendo. Non posso mica inondare il cesso di una puzza micidiale (la porta non si chiude nemmeno tanto bene), ne' tantomeno rischiare di svegliare la tipa con rumoroni tipici di chi ha qualche bolla d'aria nello stomaco (.. o no?!?!). Quindi, I'm looking for a ride a little bar .. pay me 'another coffee' and I will do my Cosona. Tuttaa around the peninsula for more 'than two hours when I finally run into a bar "normal." I order a coffee, 'I drink and go to the bathroom. The bathroom is shit (scustae the pun), there 's a terrible odor and ground and' full of handkerchiefs bianhi and brown (this may not be disposed in the cup, there are always overflowing bins next). I'm getting nervous, tomorrow I'm leaving as soon as possible (in the hostel you have to stop at least 2 nights ..). Back in the room, the Australian is still sleeping and in addition there are two other girls who doze. I have to take matters in hand ... IDEA! I go to the gas station 5 minutes from here. WONDERFUL. The process and 'spotless and the sense of satisfaction that I feel andandomene and' very deep. In the evening I decide to make a paste in a hostel, and invited other 7 people. Macaroni with fresh tomato sauce. Unfortunately wrong 'cause I put too much carrot in pan thus giving a taste too sweet. For the truth 'the food is not' bad and to my surprise, everyone is delighted by the compliments and making me taste the pasta to the other. I wonder 'what the fuck eat' normally sti qua ... Needless to say, however, as is the pasta in Italy, not anywhere else. It is not 'just a question of ingredients. I never understood why ', but if you bring the best pasta sauce from the motherland and do exactly the same how would you do it on Italian soil, the result is not 'never the same. Some say it is 'the water and' different .. I do not know .. maybe you will understand sooner or later 'region of this strange phenomenon. In the evening, without the inglesotti, living in the hostel there is' the best wave .. We will be about twenty, each one tells something of his travels, he jokes, drink and sing and listen to John Lennon. 26 years ago was killed by a madman. What an incredible loss to humanity '.. which one feels a sense of helplessness in the face of those inexplicable follies of mankind. Ascoltatevi Imagine ... and as' possible that whoever wrote this masterpiece is killed by his own fans? When does Jealous Guy in the middle atmosphere of soft lights and beautiful smiles guys, I get almost to tears. It was a song that I heard a lot when I was in middle and one of the last times I played I was driving in September with some dear boy scouts (in the car were Pit, Franca, Marge and a friend of his Yankee) returning from a concert Frascaro to a community in 'Don Gallo where we made camp. I'll remember 'always the beautiful trip and the faces, the smiles and the names of those great guys, really, you know that I stopped being a "boss" sometimes makes me feel a deep sense of nostalgia. It 'a period of my life and that is' over, and I know that this trip in one direction or another, and it' a symbol. However .. listened to the CD that was the gift of Chill to his dear old friends of the clan when he took the start, was titled "This Hard Land," a job done really well (except for 3 or 4 songs by the same author, I can not remember the name ... I believe it was New Jersey). I remember the first time I met Chill (sixteen) were in the car we went to a camp where the steward had to do. I was a leader, "Be careful! That's' just a jerk," I warned my Akela. "Perfect" I thought. E 'born a real friendship and proud. Big John! Although I called later that you've never given (ingiustamente. .!!..), I'm grateful for having the chance 'to that song to make a little' more 'in the air and maybe someone' more This may be considered 'in love remembering or thinking who knows' what. 'S why we do the compilation, no?
The next morning all happy, I'll organize my backpack and go to Punta del Diablo, where "there is 'nothing' and 'and' the opposite of Punta del Este" according to its reputation. At the bus station a girl tells me I have to wait until the next day 'cause there are no more' direct buses. I do not. There will be 'a way to reach the tip .. I ask around, but also the personnel working in here seems to be the negative influence of 'I'm bad place, "No, there' nothing until tomorrow!" "But there 's something moving from another city'?" "No. I've already 'said'. I therefore request information a driver (60 years with two bellidibrutto mustache and that gives me his mate), tells me that he goes to Castillo (I have no 'idea where it is ..) and that from them' "almost certainly" face something to Punta del Diablo. Perfect, I make more than one night, "Castillo." Returning to stop me
Hi George, a German with whom I had eaten the night before. He says that he wants to come to Punta only has to go by police to testify for the theft of a backpack at the hostel (the owner of the backpack and 'already' repatriated). Kraut to say that but 'must do fast, and the bus' to 14:00, and LE11 are 45, know the time of the bureaucracy. He tells me "go and come back." At 13:50 there '. Punta del Este: adios!
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