November 25
It was a life that he spoke: a cheap flight London - Kuala Lumpur AirAsia.
Then it was postponed again and then disappeared.
Was out there again and hopefully more. Continue reading »
March 2007
Heathrow Airport, London March 4, 2004
I get sick once every five years and a maximum beak a fever. I am lucky enough to this point of view.
Today, however, 'I woke up enough exhaust, full of germs from coughing and sneeze on the British to leave me behind in a trail that reminds me of motor oil that we left with Paul van going to the Canaries and still is seen by satellites.
Just today I had to leave for around the world.
I still got the Ryan Air to Stansted, bus to the city, canceled my card and left the STA to Heathrow by tube, all in an orgy of head scarves and clashed.
I left home at 7 am and 7 are now.
Now I expect only 16-hour flight. What do I fill with whiskey and sleep?
In the era of wireless are not even able to connect to the internet because 'there's four terminals' only in the departure area of Terminal 1 after check-in. Thinking in Tallinn where even the fishmonger gives you 'free service if you buy more' than 200 grams of salmon, one realizes that things have changed in recent years. Ok, I'm snuffed close on the keyboard.
Buenos Aires, March 5, 2004
Air travel and 'was interesting in terms of cultural exchanges. Let me explain: I was in the middle between a girl and a lady. I have promptly advised to be carrying unhealthy influence. I asked Thatcher (the stewardess, excuse me but looked like her) to forty somewhere to not carry the virus Po in South America, but the Iron Lady said that the plane was full.
So, 'after a night spent snuffing tissues. tissue and covered service in the morning I realized that the two traveling companions discovered that Italy exports only shoes were sneezing.
Airport taxis were all offering to 35/50 pesos (15.10 million) and asked to type in a bathroom where there was a bus.
- "No, only taxi (remis), and if you want I'll sell the ticket at 45 pesos"
then he comes out and tells me the type of cleaning that is not 'true, is also 35.
- "But a bus, a train is not there?"
- "No"
Strange, I still here and that actually 'there' and it costs 1.25 pesos (about 35 cents).
So I leave the airport and walk in the sun already 'started to dry bones, arrival at the bus stop, ask me a lady with blue eyes and her son takes care of me to stop.
Meanwhile, I asked an old man dressed all in bullet jacket and tie, as the name of this place.
- "Congress Plaza them 'where there are thieves"
A pause, then:
- And more 'in the' there are still more 'thieves, banks'
Then we go down together and do a little 'street, passing the Bank of Boston, where pensioners fighting against the door and bring signs: waiting for their money, even today. (Video)
So I see the Buenos Aires from cliché
Now I'm not bad in a small hotel with breakfast at 9 euros and I know that will not be 'on a Friday' lions' cause I'm stanchetto.
Buenos Aires, March 7, 2004
Unfortunately, rain forced the cancellation of the show Tango last night, so they are still dry.
To make up for today I went in the neighborhoods of La Boca and San Telmo, where people danced in the street, but I have not seen much pure tango.
I hope well tonight and Tuesday 'when I go' to the theater to see a tango show.
While I was in the bus to go downtown and 'a boy climbed to sell pens, asked the driver if he could And they said no.
Until then the conversation was polite, almost in a whisper.
Then the boy and 'down and I think he has been spat because' I got the splash of rain.
While we were stopped at traffic lights there were twenty seconds with the strange boy who looked at him with anger and the driver who said there could be nothing.
When the boy said he would remember his face, the driver put his hand in a wooden box on his left. Then the boy took a stone in his hand saying:
- "What 'you want to take?"
A lady in the bus shouted
- That "pasa tio? (What happens to you boy?).
Then we left.
I was surprised by the calmness of the conversation, no one shouted or gestured in a violent manner. I breathed an air of resignation, as people not used to such situations. On the one hand a guy who wanted to sell the pens, the other a driver who could not get it ... free trade in the bus back from a shocking films as "City of God" set in a favela in Rio, I imagined boy throwing sticks on the ground and decide that the only way and 'steal. Perhaps with good reason?
