Child of the moon-
Sweet hitch hiker-
It's The End Of The World As We Know It
(and I Feel Fine )
"" Your child will love viaggiare comincia a sei anni a guardare i mappamondi e le carte geografiche. Inginocchiato nella sua stanza, indifferente a qualsiasi richiamo della madre e del padre, segna con il dito la strada lunghissima che lo conduce per mare e per terra da Roma a Pechino, da Mosca a Città del Capo, lungo gli andirivieni dei continenti e l'azzurro chiaro e scuro degli oceani. Sfoglia le carte: si innamora del nome Bogotà o di Valparaiso, immagina di violare foreste tropicali e deserti, di scalare l'Everest e il Kilimangiaro, come gli eroi dei suoi libri di avventura.
Così l'infinito del mondo diventa famigliare e a portata di mano.. il ragazzo impara che, quando viaggiamo, compiamo sempre due viaggi. Nel primo, il piu' fantastico, egli legge la guida dell'Austria o della Svezia o dell'Irlanda: città, fiumi, pianure, foreste, opere d'arte, notizie storiche ed economiche. E studia il viaggio futuro. Nulla è piu' divertente che progettarlo: perchè il ragazzo muta gli itinerari della guida, stabilisce nuovi rapporti, insegue luoghi sconosciuti, giunge in Austria dalla Baviera o dalla Boemia, evita città o regioni che non ama, stabilisce la durata dei percorsi, distingue mattine, pomeriggi e sere. Le ore sono piene di cose: in una piazza di Vienna si fermerà, chissà perchè, quattro ore. Il tempo viene governato da una gioiosa pedanteria. Quando inizia il viaggio, il ragazzo si accorge che la realtà non ha nulla o poco a che fare coi suoi progetti fantastici. The country is green, yellow image, what I think red is blue. The two trips, the fantastic and the real one, one of the guides and that the world now agree, is now fighting "
tarfiletto I found this and I could only think of you, my dear master, I hope your great Travel gives you a lot. ... "
few days ago I received this mail from a girl I was lucky enough to do the "head" (ugly 'is the word, eh?!? Not to speak of "educator "..). It made me much pleasure and soon I found it suitable for the blog, for my trip to Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego in particular.
Tierra del Fuego, then. South.
Monday February 20, 2006, about seven o'clock in the evening, missing twenty kilometers at the end of the legendary Route 3, the road that leads from Buenos Aires to Ushuaia.
I'm riding an old Japanese car, the front windshield and see the clouds heavy with rain ending sunshine on the wet ground. Tierra del Fuego is imposing mountains, glaciers and lakes around us, some parts remind me that we spend the tundra landscape of the documentaries, the one where people live "lemming", areas of "mosses and lichens, for instance. (Never understood what they were 'blessed lichens sti .. but it was enough to tell the formuletta by heart in grade school).
There 's a strange light but strong, you have to squint to see clearly. A Actually it is not even easy to see the asphalt road that alternates at times in earth and stones. The front glass is in fact full of fractures, these roads often do you get the different stones and pebbles that cars are splashing their passage. We are leaving behind a huge rainbow.
"Carlos Como anda?"
"" Your child will love viaggiare comincia a sei anni a guardare i mappamondi e le carte geografiche. Inginocchiato nella sua stanza, indifferente a qualsiasi richiamo della madre e del padre, segna con il dito la strada lunghissima che lo conduce per mare e per terra da Roma a Pechino, da Mosca a Città del Capo, lungo gli andirivieni dei continenti e l'azzurro chiaro e scuro degli oceani. Sfoglia le carte: si innamora del nome Bogotà o di Valparaiso, immagina di violare foreste tropicali e deserti, di scalare l'Everest e il Kilimangiaro, come gli eroi dei suoi libri di avventura.
Così l'infinito del mondo diventa famigliare e a portata di mano.. il ragazzo impara che, quando viaggiamo, compiamo sempre due viaggi. Nel primo, il piu' fantastico, egli legge la guida dell'Austria o della Svezia o dell'Irlanda: città, fiumi, pianure, foreste, opere d'arte, notizie storiche ed economiche. E studia il viaggio futuro. Nulla è piu' divertente che progettarlo: perchè il ragazzo muta gli itinerari della guida, stabilisce nuovi rapporti, insegue luoghi sconosciuti, giunge in Austria dalla Baviera o dalla Boemia, evita città o regioni che non ama, stabilisce la durata dei percorsi, distingue mattine, pomeriggi e sere. Le ore sono piene di cose: in una piazza di Vienna si fermerà, chissà perchè, quattro ore. Il tempo viene governato da una gioiosa pedanteria. Quando inizia il viaggio, il ragazzo si accorge che la realtà non ha nulla o poco a che fare coi suoi progetti fantastici. The country is green, yellow image, what I think red is blue. The two trips, the fantastic and the real one, one of the guides and that the world now agree, is now fighting "
tarfiletto I found this and I could only think of you, my dear master, I hope your great Travel gives you a lot. ... "
few days ago I received this mail from a girl I was lucky enough to do the "head" (ugly 'is the word, eh?!? Not to speak of "educator "..). It made me much pleasure and soon I found it suitable for the blog, for my trip to Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego in particular.
Tierra del Fuego, then. South.
Monday February 20, 2006, about seven o'clock in the evening, missing twenty kilometers at the end of the legendary Route 3, the road that leads from Buenos Aires to Ushuaia.
I'm riding an old Japanese car, the front windshield and see the clouds heavy with rain ending sunshine on the wet ground. Tierra del Fuego is imposing mountains, glaciers and lakes around us, some parts remind me that we spend the tundra landscape of the documentaries, the one where people live "lemming", areas of "mosses and lichens, for instance. (Never understood what they were 'blessed lichens sti .. but it was enough to tell the formuletta by heart in grade school).
There 's a strange light but strong, you have to squint to see clearly. A Actually it is not even easy to see the asphalt road that alternates at times in earth and stones. The front glass is in fact full of fractures, these roads often do you get the different stones and pebbles that cars are splashing their passage. We are leaving behind a huge rainbow.
"Carlos Como anda?"
"Samuel! Te despiertaste! Slept bien?"
giggles ..
"How falta?" I wonder ..
"Viento kilometros Estamos en Ushuaia y mas!"
"Putamadre! Slept mucho!"
".. roncaste y también!"
.. Yes .. Samuel was actually whether Russia, after Rio Grande had never stopped.
"Carlos! Tienes el carnet you?"
"It is quiet!"
Singles .. immediately after the Chilean border gives me the guidance and asks me if I'm only after 4 hours behind the driver's license .. twenty kilometers from .. . Samuel is Argentine but works and lives in Punta Arenas with his family, and even grandparents of two little girls of 2 and 5 years. He has 50 years and 26 builds boilers. He brought me up this morning in Punta Arenas, the southernmost tip of Chilean Patagonia. This gentleman by the Indian sections of mole and 140 pounds seems a really nice person, he also shared with me his lunch. In the back of the car in fact had two grilled chicken and bread. We stopped at a place unknown sulla strada sterrata che conduce da Punta Delgada a San Sebastian, dopo aver passato da poco lo stretto di Magellano. Io e lui, in piedi, tra le nuvolone di polvere lasciate da camion e macchine che ci passavano accanto. Intorno gruppi di guanacos e nandú che guardano curiosi. Il bagagliaio chiuso funziona da appoggio, da tavolo.
Da quando sono arrivato a Rio Gallegos, mi sto muovendo in autostop. Terminato il lungo viaggio da Puerto Madryn, ho scoperto che avrei dovuto aspettare almeno 5 giorni per trovare un posto su un bus per Ushuaia. Troppi giorni per una tappa in una delle città più brutte della Patagonia argentina. Le città che si succedono a distanza di centinaia di Km in questo pezzo di mondo, infatti, hanno nomi che ispirano tanto but which are actually quite ugly. "Comodoro Rivadavia" .. what a name! you fill your mouth to pronounce it .. arrives and you find yourself in a chaotic and gray port city .. Even "Rio Gallegos" sounded good, except after half an hour to realize that there is no 'special reason to stop here. Sure .. any place deserves the attention to be known .. but if you do not want to stay for months in the same region by force in December ose, you have to jump someone.
There 's also another thing to say, far more' important. I had always dreamed of Patagonia. From Sepulveda to Chatwin I was in love with this place and even more 'of that immense sense of adventure that comes out of those stories. The reality is quite different. Nothing more 'falsso. From North to South, from 'down east' west, if you happen to stop in the most 'beautiful (and inevitably "tourist") soon you realize you've come to be the "Switzerland" in South America. Inexhaustible money machine: this you are in front. Whatever you want to make you pay. And so. Want to see the penguins? 90 pesos. Sea lions? 60 pesos. Go to the national park? 30 of 40 more bus entry. If you have to be a little careful with money, a lot of the things you have to forget. Not to mention the fact that I had imagined going as far as Cape Horn .. Iuri 1500 for 3 days. At this point I prefer to spend 2200 and get me 10 days in Antarctica. No?? No, Charles! € 2200 ... you do not have them.
Da quando sono arrivato a Rio Gallegos, mi sto muovendo in autostop. Terminato il lungo viaggio da Puerto Madryn, ho scoperto che avrei dovuto aspettare almeno 5 giorni per trovare un posto su un bus per Ushuaia. Troppi giorni per una tappa in una delle città più brutte della Patagonia argentina. Le città che si succedono a distanza di centinaia di Km in questo pezzo di mondo, infatti, hanno nomi che ispirano tanto but which are actually quite ugly. "Comodoro Rivadavia" .. what a name! you fill your mouth to pronounce it .. arrives and you find yourself in a chaotic and gray port city .. Even "Rio Gallegos" sounded good, except after half an hour to realize that there is no 'special reason to stop here. Sure .. any place deserves the attention to be known .. but if you do not want to stay for months in the same region by force in December ose, you have to jump someone.
There 's also another thing to say, far more' important. I had always dreamed of Patagonia. From Sepulveda to Chatwin I was in love with this place and even more 'of that immense sense of adventure that comes out of those stories. The reality is quite different. Nothing more 'falsso. From North to South, from 'down east' west, if you happen to stop in the most 'beautiful (and inevitably "tourist") soon you realize you've come to be the "Switzerland" in South America. Inexhaustible money machine: this you are in front. Whatever you want to make you pay. And so. Want to see the penguins? 90 pesos. Sea lions? 60 pesos. Go to the national park? 30 of 40 more bus entry. If you have to be a little careful with money, a lot of the things you have to forget. Not to mention the fact that I had imagined going as far as Cape Horn .. Iuri 1500 for 3 days. At this point I prefer to spend 2200 and get me 10 days in Antarctica. No?? No, Charles! € 2200 ... you do not have them.
Of course, not 'only this Patagonia. The landscapes are wonderful, the locals (if you have time and patience to know it) and 'friendly and ready to tell their incredible stories. But note how-to 'inside the same nation-prices will increase fivefold and the movements become very much more' difficult in the long run (if you're traveling), excuse me, but you "sminchia.
So .. Arriving in Rio Gallegos
So .. Arriving in Rio Gallegos
I say without reservation that the next bus is in 5 days? And if not, I can take the plane the day after paying $ 150? And what if I want to see the penguin near I spend 90 pesos? Fuck you. I am a human being, and as such can be more ' powerful of all 'ste quassotto bullshit with which you live. The southern Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego me I hitchhiked. And maybe meet someone that I c'accompagna him to the penguin. And do not give a damn if the only person willing to pull up at the gas station (after a wait of 5 hours) does not go to Ushuaia (Argentina), but in Punta Arenas (Chile). For this reason I found myself in Punta Arenas, I was not going to go. I missed the adventure? I have the grip.
Now 'that I feel in Travel, enough with this kind of tour with stops required mandatory "San Martin de los Andes, El Bolson, Bariloche-Puerto Madryn-El Chalten-El Calafate-Puerto Natales-Ushuaia" .. and always the same people meet again negli ostelli e per le stradine. Ti senti parte di qualcosa e alla lunga non ti senti neanche cosi' "libero". So benissimo che è inevitabile. Se vai in Italia e' ovvio che ti fai Roma Firenze Venezia, poi magari ci piazzi un Pisa, un Capri e cosi' via. Cazzo fai?? Vai in Sicilia e non vai a Palermo Cefalù Taormina Agrigento Selinunte?? Se sentite i resoconti di viaggi in Messico o Brasile o Peru o Thailandia, tutti negli stessi posti. E' cosi', non ci si puo' fare niente, anch'io non mi sono mai particolarmente sottratto a questo tipo di turismo. Pero' questa è la Patagonia, questa è la Tierra del Fuego, l'ho sempre sognata. Qui lo chiamano "el fin del mundo". Tutte quelle storie di Patagonia express??? Quale avventura the "end of the world"? What freedom, if you follow all the multitude that moves from that place to that other particular place? What is freedom if you follow an itinerary and travel "required" because "you can not go there '? For some things, occhei be followed by' what 'that' else to follow, others do not. And when you return will give 'a Who will tell me to smile, "but as"? "you were not here?" dreaming of the choice to smile, even stupid, I admit it-, loss of places where you can not "do not go." And so 'I chose to do not make me seven days of trekking in Torres del Paine. For me, I had the chance, thanks to the scouts, to walk in the mountains and place la mia tenda dove volevo, dove si era "stanchimorti" - che significato ha camminare tutto il giorno e svegliarmi la mattina con la mia tenda circondata da altre 70 - 80 tende?? Per di piu' in aree ben definite dove paghi 10 dollari solo per piantare i picchetti?? Posti splendidi, non lo discuto, ma il sentimento di libertà risulterebbe- per me- fortemente e irrimediabilmente compromesso. Arrivare al Glaciar Grey e sgomitare e aspettare per poter avere una foto senza altre persone davanti non fa per me. Al contempo non posso aver la presunzione di avere le meraviglie del mondo solo per me. Lo so. Ma, ripeto, questa è la Patagonia, la terra del fuoco. Voglio libertà e avventura. Niente di piu'. Se "salto" qualcosa, ci andró la prossima volta I'll be back here in Patagonia. Why not have a time traveling to "put crosses." I am one who thinks that more speed, more 'you realize you know nothing. Next trip I will go probably on another continent, but I think I saw "enough" here in Latin America .. I have seen .. maybe even "a little '.. but not "enough".
Now 'that I feel in Travel, enough with this kind of tour with stops required mandatory "San Martin de los Andes, El Bolson, Bariloche-Puerto Madryn-El Chalten-El Calafate-Puerto Natales-Ushuaia" .. and always the same people meet again negli ostelli e per le stradine. Ti senti parte di qualcosa e alla lunga non ti senti neanche cosi' "libero". So benissimo che è inevitabile. Se vai in Italia e' ovvio che ti fai Roma Firenze Venezia, poi magari ci piazzi un Pisa, un Capri e cosi' via. Cazzo fai?? Vai in Sicilia e non vai a Palermo Cefalù Taormina Agrigento Selinunte?? Se sentite i resoconti di viaggi in Messico o Brasile o Peru o Thailandia, tutti negli stessi posti. E' cosi', non ci si puo' fare niente, anch'io non mi sono mai particolarmente sottratto a questo tipo di turismo. Pero' questa è la Patagonia, questa è la Tierra del Fuego, l'ho sempre sognata. Qui lo chiamano "el fin del mundo". Tutte quelle storie di Patagonia express??? Quale avventura the "end of the world"? What freedom, if you follow all the multitude that moves from that place to that other particular place? What is freedom if you follow an itinerary and travel "required" because "you can not go there '? For some things, occhei be followed by' what 'that' else to follow, others do not. And when you return will give 'a Who will tell me to smile, "but as"? "you were not here?" dreaming of the choice to smile, even stupid, I admit it-, loss of places where you can not "do not go." And so 'I chose to do not make me seven days of trekking in Torres del Paine. For me, I had the chance, thanks to the scouts, to walk in the mountains and place la mia tenda dove volevo, dove si era "stanchimorti" - che significato ha camminare tutto il giorno e svegliarmi la mattina con la mia tenda circondata da altre 70 - 80 tende?? Per di piu' in aree ben definite dove paghi 10 dollari solo per piantare i picchetti?? Posti splendidi, non lo discuto, ma il sentimento di libertà risulterebbe- per me- fortemente e irrimediabilmente compromesso. Arrivare al Glaciar Grey e sgomitare e aspettare per poter avere una foto senza altre persone davanti non fa per me. Al contempo non posso aver la presunzione di avere le meraviglie del mondo solo per me. Lo so. Ma, ripeto, questa è la Patagonia, la terra del fuoco. Voglio libertà e avventura. Niente di piu'. Se "salto" qualcosa, ci andró la prossima volta I'll be back here in Patagonia. Why not have a time traveling to "put crosses." I am one who thinks that more speed, more 'you realize you know nothing. Next trip I will go probably on another continent, but I think I saw "enough" here in Latin America .. I have seen .. maybe even "a little '.. but not "enough".
These days I realized that I had the incredible luck to finish the journey to Machu Picchu, 26 February 2001. Since March 1 of that year prohibited it alone, without guides, agencies, groups. For more 'now it costs at least 250 bucks, in February-March is closed because of rain (!) And maintenance. I had come here 20 years ago? Yes. maybe, but everywhere is so '.. 20 years from now will think the same thing .. If you hear the stories of Nepal in the mid seventies and listen to what you now say there 'to shiver .. There is no solution to this problem ..
.. but really .. these were just the problems ..
So? nothing .. So let's take our world '.. everyone has their own time to travel, and organizes their travel as he wishes, as it feels more "his" and if it does not make things worse for others, deserves respect, always. And it is beautiful-I think-as well as from these trivial observations comes out the great metaphor of "life-journey." I apologize if it seems a cliché, if it seems trivial, but I believe it deeply. Ogni vita è come un viaggio. Ogni viaggio è come una vita. Non sai come ti andrà, cosa ti succederà. Ogni vacanza non è un viaggio, magari solo per il fatto che "sai"- piú o meno- come ti andrá, cosa ti succederá.
.. but really .. these were just the problems ..
So? nothing .. So let's take our world '.. everyone has their own time to travel, and organizes their travel as he wishes, as it feels more "his" and if it does not make things worse for others, deserves respect, always. And it is beautiful-I think-as well as from these trivial observations comes out the great metaphor of "life-journey." I apologize if it seems a cliché, if it seems trivial, but I believe it deeply. Ogni vita è come un viaggio. Ogni viaggio è come una vita. Non sai come ti andrà, cosa ti succederà. Ogni vacanza non è un viaggio, magari solo per il fatto che "sai"- piú o meno- come ti andrá, cosa ti succederá.
Andiamo per ordine pero'. Eravamo rimasti all'arrivo a "el fin del mundo" in mezzo a colori fantastici, pioggia e sole, guidando la macchina scassata di uno sconosciuto che me l'aveva consegnata centinaia di km prima e poi si era messo a dormire. .. mi ero anche permesso di tirar su, poco dopo la frontiera, un ragazzo che cercava un passaggio fino a Rio Grande. Leonardo si chiamava; lavorava alla gendarmeria di San Sebastian (Aduana chilena). Avevo chiesto a Samuel e lui -Kidding-I had asked if I had to wake up just for this stuff. "Claro! Claro!" had entered his head leaned back in his seat. We let down in Rio Grande.
"We're going to order", however, it was said.
That Monday morning in Punta Arenas I had a great fortune in meeting Samuel .. After only one hour and a quarter, this big man, when asked "where are you going?" Answers "Argentina, Ushuaia!". It does not happen so often to hitchhiking and the first stop telling you is right where you need to go .. more than 600 km away!. At Punta Arenas Juan had brought me, a boy of 26 who was returning home from a vacation in Argentina. He also accompanied around to find a hostel, after 6 attempts I spring to the "Backpacker's Paradise", beginning to grin when he sees me walking with a backpack toward the door of this decrepit building purple and green. As he greets me, in 'car behind her I see Michael (the Swiss Pyramides) with his friends. He calls me and laughs. We had arrived in Rio Gallegos together, he had a reservation for me down there and had left the gas station with the direction pollicione Ushuaia. "What are you doing here?!?" I tell him everything and invites me to his friends' house for dinner. The next day, are to dine at the home of Juan with his parents and his three brothers.
The Backpacker's is on the Calle Carrera Pinto 1026. There 24 beds are arranged in three rooms, separated from the corridor by curtains green, there are no walls. The hostel has a kitchen more beautiful 'dining room and living a "common". E 'Milissen and maintained by Albert, she is 26 years old, he 30, they found a pair of France two years ago. In practice, it is their home, cook and eat with others, and their rooms (they are separated by walls and doors) are down the hall. At this time Alberto is out, Milissen is aided by her mother. It 's the mom who proudly tells us of an evening because according to popular belief, this region was the least popular and least-cost-supported by the Pinochet regime. It is said that during the only visit of the bloody dictator in this town were thrown into the chariot presidential numerous dead rabbits. The army laid siege to the city and the people took refuge 'in the churches. I do not know the extent to which the story is truth and how far legend, the fact remains that the lady claims to have been there '.
Milissen tondissima has a face, an ever-present grin, face "clean", never a trace of makeup and spend more time with his mother in the "house" on the bottom. The door every now and then come out strong smells of incense ... One evening we were a few guys drinking Chilean port in the dining room. We told our "adventures", the music was low for people sleep. She was with us and at one point began to roll a cigarette for those who are laughing. Everyone burst out laughing, "But how! You ??!?!?".. all to laugh and pat him on the head covered with thick hair and long blacks. .. Do you remember the "isospettabili"? When I smelled incense `I had come to doubt .. "But it should be! Mili?!? Impossible" I thought .. then also exit when he saw his mother from the door I said to myself .. "See? Always think" evil "("..")!!".. Instead she and her young mother (who really seemed to be the sister) That have just the "bad habit"!
In the hostel who wants to put his music on Saturday, 18 there is a tribute to the Rolling Stones. Tonight they play for free in Rio, Copacabana Praia do: 1 and a half million people are expected. Assuming that you really can 'be a fantastic experience' dangerous South American soil, I strongly regret not being present. He wanted to say but 'do another trip. Most likely would have meant only turn to Brazil. In Brazil there are almost no state. Only in the second trip I stopped a little more 'than a week between Sao Paulo (1 hour and a half), Florianopolis, Porto Alegre and Foz, nothing more'. Brazil I decided that I will shoot him 'again. I'll need at least 3 months (!!).
Beatles or Rolling Stones? This historical question was posed in a questionnaire that I and Bianca had proposed to our new scouts, October 2004 (that of the Vote for Change tour). He was about to begin one of the most 'beautiful adventures. Novitiate me 17 to 13. After three years as head of children under 12 years of age I had to deal with people 16-17. I was delighted to find myself in front of guys because I thought "great." I remember the first time I saw them .. "Shit, that Santa!" I had thought. Especially the boys. After a year I would have noticed how I had the chance to see them grow. I think that really change much during the third year of high school. It 'obvious! the boys are proud of the fathers, however, assisted passage to the final boy-boy. If I think of me at 16 years, the definition dad is the one that most 'suits me. The fact then that is fine for the 27, this is another problem. However .. At the first meeting we had returned the questionnaire .. way to know, upon any type of questions. Only 1 out of 15 knew who he was Caponnetto Anthony, (who responds to this? Us, an Italian company, and no other). Out of 15 no one had answered "Rolling Stones". I recognize the fab four un'induscusso genius and melodies that will require eternal gratitude. But the Stones? I prefer them. Smart and blood. I liked to think that because really had responded Beatles, the Stones did not know them. "I liked to think" to a certain extent. If you make a choice you must at least have an idea of \u200b\u200bthe different options. Un "conosco solo i Beatles (e poco)" l'avrei trovato meritevole del massimo rispetto. Fatto sta che sabato 18 febbraio 2006 nel backpacker's Paradise risuonavano alte le note del ciddì che io e Bianca regalammo ai ragazzi dopo la riunione della settimana seguente. Non sono bravo a fare molte cose.., anzi... ma se ce ne è una che posso dire di saper fare "benino".. è fare le compilation. "Pleased to meet you.. Hope you guess my name" (da Sympathy for the devil) "The Rolling Stones" così era intitolato il regalo. Una settimana di lavoro e seghe mentali sulle canzoni da mettere, quale versione e in quale ordine. Era il primo della gloriosa etichetta "Laticinium Records". Va be'.. raga mi sono "scimmiato".. ve la dico.. se qualcuno wanted to be a really good-for-me Cidda 'Stones', is this:
ah .. and 'obvious lack of large "pieces", some were given to other Cidda', others do not. Last consideration: the good old live, even if officers have not been able to use so as not to lower the sound quality of the compilation (of course, been used mp3 file)
1) Get off of my cloud
2) Street fightin 'man (from Stripped)
3) Let's spend the night togheter
4) Jumpin' Jack Flash
5) Wild horses (from Stripped)
6) Ruby Tuesdy (from Flashpoint)
7) Paint it black
8) Lady Jane
9) You Can not Always Get What You Want
10) Brown Sugar
11) Mother's little helper
12) She's a rainbow
13) Angie (from Stripped)
14) Sweet Virginia (from Stripped)
15) Sympathy for the Devil (from Flashpoint)
16) Like a rolling stone (from Stripped)
17) Play with fire
18) Satisfaction
19) As Tears Go By
20) Do not stop
Twenty pieces for 79 minutes and a half (it was between 79:24 and 79:36), having epro 'cuts made on the audience of some live tracks.
The ugly to many compilations is that every now and then Essert think you approached a near perfection. Even when there 'to make a gift, and not a sissy, it uses a ready-made. It 'something I do very rarely, not willingly, but when it comes to the Stones-unfortunately-I draw this. (Sorry Lazzo).
Address Stones-fortunately-ended.
The "Backpacker's" A little bit has a particular inhabitant. Her name is Samantha (senz'acca .. I asked). He has four years and is covered with thick hair and a short dark beige. Called "the ayutante Santa." It is in fact equal to the utter dog of The Simpsons, "Santa's Little Helper." It's really the same, even in manners, always fearful. It is always in the middle but not cerca coccole. Pare sempre pauroso. Mili l'ha raccolto per la strada quando aveva sei mesi. A Samanta piace accompagnare gli ostellanti nei loro giri. Quando qualcuno apre per uscire e lui si avvicina, Mili dice "Espera! la Sama quiere salir!". Il cane esce con te, ti accompagna fino dove devi andare e ti aspetta per tornare insieme al Backpacker's. Una volta mi ha aspettato per 45 minuti fuori dall'internet point. Mi guardava attraverso il vetro, mi ha intenerito, mi sono discopnnesso, siamo andati a casa e poi sono ritornato "in postazione". Mi piace molto constatare la libertá di cui gode questo cane. Se si mette davanti alla porta basta che qualcuno apra e lui se ne va a frsi i suoi giri passeggiando davanti al mare dello Stretto di Magellano. Se c'é something for which Samantha begins systematically to bark, and the sound of the doorbell or a knock. I can proudly say that Sama has learned to recognize my knock (a "ta ra ta ta ta ta ta .. .. Teun!" .. What is understood ???).
has got to learn it for the simple reason that I stopped in Punta Arenas a week. After two gioorni of permanence in fact decide to start your trip to Ushuaia. Do not step on the road more 'traffic. Early one morning I go with Lionel (a boy known in French hostel) to the port of Punta Arenas. There we board a small ferry port to the town of Porvenir, where he began the unexplored and sparsely inhabited Tierra del Fuego in Chile. The scenery is unforgettable; Porvenir growing on a sheltered bay from the ocean, the colors are brilliant round, very black and several dolphins accompanying the boat to the pier repeatedly jumping out of water. Lionel and I know that maybe we will get days to reach Ushuaia, but this piece of the world is really beautiful and very different from the place that we have just left behind. The first step is to give us the workers who loaded us on the back of a van similar to a big Ape. The driver stops at a certain point, comes to us and tells us to pay attention to a jute bag to be back there in the midst of bags of cement, blades, and various odds and ends us. On the bag there are our backpacks. Inside there are some chicks. One is no more '... We regret very much with the Lord tells us not to worry. Gleli had given his friend to give them to his filgi. "No hay problem, muchachos! 7 Hay mas." May have been friendly and Lionel but I feel really guilty .. But when 'again, we guadiamop in the face and we have to hold back laughter and tears. A small pickup truck and then takes us up to us scarrozza Cameron. It is a very small village. There 'not a pharmacy and I did not feel very well (actually I was "evil" NDC). I take a paracetamol and we put ourselves in a little bar to drink hot tea. We speak with the owner confirms that it will be difficult to find someone che vada almeno verso il confine. Qui bus non ce ne sono (lo sapevamo che la Lonely Planet aveva completamente toppato), peró suo fratello sta per andare a Porvenir e stasera alle 8 c'e' il battello per Punta Arenas. Li' conosco la situazione e al Backpacker's mi sento a casa (la mamma di Mili mi aveva sconsigliato di partire vedendo la mattina la mia faccia). Abbraccio Lionel e gli auguro "suerte". Alle 11 sono in branda, dopo che gli altri ragazzi mi hanno preso per il culo vedendomi tornare "sconfitto" dalla "missione Ushuaia". Cosí Sama avrebbe imparato a riconoscere il mio "ta ta ra ta ta.. TA TA ..téun!".
In ostello c'e' Olivier, un francese che vive sulle Alpi, suona qualsiasi tipo di strumento musicale, love the rock and roll (or) above the 50s and 60s. His favorite singer is Neil Young. He, first, I was warned by the density of population of the Torres del Paine. He, pr first, I recommend me to the Circut de los dientes isla Navarino. At the same time tells me that to reach the islet from Ushuaia in Chile pay figures "absurd." All because of trouble between Argentina and Chile here think that the maps of the area show only the part of Chile. The Argentine side is white, only the boundaries are marked. As if one took a map of the Alps in Italy and the area across the border suddenly became white, with nothing. The Backpacker's seems to be a French colony .. on Routard is "strongly consigliato" e sono spesso i francesi quelli che usano questa guida (per lo piu' poco attendibile e con mappe e cartine approssimative, a mio immodesto avviso). David -mezzo brasiliano ma che vive a Parigi -é qua con Francois, un suo amico di origine vietnamita. Sta facendo uno studiop sull'immigrazione croata da queste parti. Mi porta al club croato, conosco la presidentessa e il console. Mi sembra di aver capito che c'é un'altra ragione perché Davíd sia qui.. David ha conosciuto in questo ostello la sua ex ragazza di cui parla spesso e con un pó di rimpianti. Lei fa la guida al Torres del Paine e lassú ha visto piu' volte dei puma. Quella dii David mi sembra un pochino una "operazione nostalgia". Coraggioso (io non tornerei ora a Cuzco), although I understand his desire to "recapture" of this place. You know when you spring the girl and one of your favorite songs became "his" song because that song too many times have you lived near or with her many times have you thought about her in those notes and words? Ti "recovery" of that song as you have new memories and emotions to which the delict. It takes a bit 'but when you rediscover that this is again a "your" song .. well .. then you're happy and you know that another beautiful piece of road has been done.
A beautiful character who sleeps in that week in the hostel and Luis, from Chile, 38, works at the municipal market in Santiago, Chile. It is the first time traveling only and does everything to convince me to make the trek to the Torres del Paine together. I also said that he bought here in the Zona Franca (where I acqistato a new tent, thanks to a gift "stretched" by a famous Roman aunt) a bottle of aged whiskey to be drunk in front of those beautiful glaciers .. Actually it seems a bit 'too compelling, so much' I doubt whether it is ... When he shows me the photo of his girlfriend I feel a little 'more' quiet .. I remember the first day has arrived .. slept for 18 hours straight. I really like sharing my space with people who travel .. is a nice feeling when you get people who are upset by the journey and see it fall asleep at 3 in the afternoon and wake up the next morning. It means that traveling standard, which are destroyed, they are alive. E 'fatigue other than the "work" to which we witness in our lives "normal." By Luis
talk a lot of football, I actually often happens-not only with him-because most of the questions' who are often is "When you return to your country?". My answer is always "I do not know .. at most for the World Cup." It 's inevitable to mention him in Italy Chile 2-2, Francia'98. He reminds me of the great goals from lla Salas, I am passing on our Baggio Vieri 1 to 0. Then there was the rigor of Baggio (regalato..). Within the group of friends there that penalty, he is remembered well.
Metá giugno del 1998: per molti (ma sempre minoranza) era il primo anno di universitá. I ragazzi si ritrovano quel pomeriggio a casa di Alice (in realtá era lo studio del padre). Milano, via Ausonio 7, primo piano a sinistra. Non siamo tantissimi.. al massimo una ventina. Solite scene di gente che arriva con sacchetti stracolmi di birre e qualcosa da speluzzicare, gente che protesta perché qualcuno porta le birre non giá fredde, gente che arriva in ritardo e citofona per minuti. La voce di Brunone Pizzul rimbomba per il Paese. E' il tempo della Baggiomania. Passiamo tutto il tempo a inneggiare "Roberto".. "Se segna Baggio mi butto giú dalla finestra" "Se segna Baggio mi faccio una sega" "Se segna Baggio prendo a testate the wall "" If Mark Baggio, Alice, I will destroy the house "" If I run naked Baggio marked up in the Cathedral ". 40ĩm the second time .. we are losing 2 to 1 the first in the world .. .. Roberto is on the rigor diskette.
Baggio scores.
A roar. and the delirium, the real one. People go crazy.
In back of the room there is' a window with a gorsso sill under the window and down a long radiator. Urla primitive, T-shirts that start to flutter, we rush to the window to shout to the world the joy of our bags while walking with some ladies from the elegant street perpendicular DeAmicis. We look astonished. While we boys are uncontrollable but I can not see to hear a friend of ours indicates that the heater. Micol yelling something but you do not understand what he says. Note that we're standing on the radiator, all with their feet on a white cloth that covers it. With our feet we move it further to avoid staining. We continue to celebrate. Micol was not pointing to the canvas. After a few moments, the radiator is disincorporato it from the wall, falling to the ground.
Fortunately it was winter, it was switched off and e'uscita too much water. We waited for the end of suffering and we have worked to put po'-a-bear. Pietrone Vecchi, as usual, he begins to fiddle with Lorenzino, as usual, assists closely watched. Alice promises us that it is the last time he invites us home. Needless to say, after a few days we were again '.
finished the story, Luis laughs a lot and knock on the door at that time. Mili is output, Sama is not found. C'improvvisiamo dueños. They are all German girls who seek shelter. As true masters of the house, we see the rooms, bathrooms, common areas and to inform you that the price is 3500 pesos chilenos ($), one of two in piu'economici ciitá. After half an hour back Mili (with Sama), they talk to her and decide to place in the "triple". C''e a triple?? In the living there 'a little door. In there there 'triple. Soopalcato a kind of closet where it is not clear-as-we have entered three mattresses. One can see that were "impressed" by a tendon mo 'walls! The next day the girls show us a design that made the wall of the "triple". It will be great at least 120 x 100 cm. Everything there is colored 'cone on which are marked South American destinations that have touched them in 3 months. For each city there are little drawings depicting the highlights of the days in each place trawscorsi ("all" the highlights). Raga .. truly a job well done. When we wanted to show him I was a bit '"crooked nose" .. In fact I did not like the idea of \u200b\u200bsomeone smeared a white wall in people's houses. (La Cabaña in Punta del Diablo seemed almost uninhabited and talk of walls-there-seems excessive to me). ("Every time are not consistent ..."). In reality .. I really like the design and I also liked the idea of \u200b\u200bbad. Really nice. If invited to my house one night and it draws me to her on a journey wall a bit 'hidden (like behind a door), I would not mind.
Their triple in the next few days is occupied by Ludo and Debo. He was a salesman in Lille, she does the translator English, English, French, Portuguese. She is the first person I know who comes from French Guyana, there is a slight influence brasileira.'re traveling since March, have made Nepal, Southeast Asia, New Zealand and five in South America are arrivbati gorni ago. They have time and money until October.
're evil.
One feature that has Debo, is to speak with many words. I never liked those people who speak a foreign language with many "maleparole, maybe just to show that they know the language. Already they are often not particularly fine, if we are called by an alien sound even worse. There 's also say that perhaps clash against her because Debo e'di a courtesy only. Every night she does practically everything for dinner. And save add tons of hidden salt in the pot you can 'say that it is a good cook and beloved.
David, Francois, Debo, Ludo and Isabel (a girl from Lyon who has been with a guy in Milan) depart Monday 'for all together il Paine. Io mi dirigo verso il porto per riprovare Ushuaia Mission da Porvenir. Lunedí é l'unico giorno che il barco delle 7:00 non parte. Bisogna aspettare domani. Meno male che avevo anche chiamato l'ufficio del turismo.. "Si si, tranquillo!! C'e' tutti i giorni!". Cosí mi sono ritrovato sull'unica strada che collega Punta Arenas a qualsiasi altra destinazione.
Mentre aspetto di lasciare la punta piu' a sud della regione di Magallanes penso al sogno sfumato pochi giorni prima. "off the beaten tracks" diceva un foglio che due ragazzi avevano appeso nella cucina dell'ostello. I due tipi vendevano per 1550 iuri il loro giallo furgoncino Wolkswagen, con tutti i permessi, le robe per cucinare e docciarsi, 7 sedili totali e due materassi. Anche impianto hifi con cavo aux. Pare fosse perfettamente funzionante. I tipi l'avevano portato ad aggiustare da un meccanico che conosceva Mili. Una sera c'era una cena a cui un'amica di Mili s'era presentata con il papa' (spesso qui ho visto giovani e non che escono con i loro genitori). Beh.. questo signore, anche lui amico del meccanico, si era incuriosito ed era andato li' a vedere. Dopo che i ragazzi se ne erano andati lui ha iniziato a parlare con il "capo" e quest'ultimo, in totale confidenza, gli aveva garantito che il furgone sarebbe arrivato tranquillamente dall'altra parte del continente. "Se ti interessa davvero, contattali subito! Sono passati di qui 2 settimane fa!" mi aveva detto. Avevo giá scritto ai tipi. L'indomani the terrible news. "Gorda Bella" (the name of the truck) had a ticket to accompany one of two owners in Australia. I already saw on the Carretera Austral, appalla music, at least one person on the continent for seats, the way to eat and stop wherever it happens to place the tent in the middle of "nowhere." Then I arrived in Caracas and resale, would be the end-to-more 'economical bus and hostels. Furthermore, people who travel on mica aggratis loads. A little 'I'll give you. Then when I reached € 1550 Gorda Bella would divenuta4 free. If I have a blow job and something similar happens to me I did not lighthouse 'escape. While I these thoughts, I stop in front of Samuel.
... more ..
Greetings to all!
Finally after many adventures I managed to cross the border to reach the Chilean island of Navarino.dall 'other part of the Beagle Channel.
I am very happy.
I'm leaving for a 5-day trek along the marked path (I hope) Southern pi'u the world.
I apologize for the email community .. but here the only intenet an individual is very slow and I was 'already' blocked 3 times.
I just wanted to tell you that I thank you for taking me to pieces (those who long short) street.
really hug each of you.
Hello everyone, good and bad
excuse me again and hurriedly communal dimension ma ci tenevo a salutarvi in questo momento.
A presto
Carlo
... more ..
Greetings to all!
Finally after many adventures I managed to cross the border to reach the Chilean island of Navarino.dall 'other part of the Beagle Channel.
I am very happy.
I'm leaving for a 5-day trek along the marked path (I hope) Southern pi'u the world.
I apologize for the email community .. but here the only intenet an individual is very slow and I was 'already' blocked 3 times.
I just wanted to tell you that I thank you for taking me to pieces (those who long short) street.
really hug each of you.
Hello everyone, good and bad
excuse me again and hurriedly communal dimension ma ci tenevo a salutarvi in questo momento.
A presto
Carlo
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