November 25
It was a life that they were spoken: a flight London - Kuala Lumpur AirAsia.
Then it was postponed again and then is gone.
Was out there again and hopefully more. Continue reading »
March 07
Heathrow Airport, London March 4, 2004
I get sick once every 5 years and maximum beak a fever. I am lucky enough to this point of view.
Today, however 'I woke up enough exhaust, full of germs and phlegm to sneeze on the English to leave me behind in a trail that reminds me of the motor oil we left with Paul van going to the Canaries, and which is still seen by satellites.
Just today I had to leave for a tour of the world.
However, I took up in Stanstead Ryan Air, the bus to the city, withdrew my ticket to the STA and I started to Heathrow by tube, all in an orgy of head scarves and dazed.
I started at 7 am from home and are now 7.
Now I wait only 16 hours by plane. What do I fill it with whiskey and sleep?
In the era of wireless are not even able to connect to the internet 'cause there four terminals' only in the departure area of Terminal 1 after check-in. Thinking of Tallinn, where also the fishmonger gives you 'the service for free if you buy more' than 200 grams of salmon, you realize that things have changed in recent years. Ok, I am trimmed close on the keyboard.
Buenos Aires, March 5, 2004
Air travel and 'was interesting from the point of view of cultural exchanges. Let me explain: I was in the middle between a girl and a lady. I promptly pointed out to be the bearer of unhealthy influence. I asked Thatcher (the hostess, I'm sorry but it looked like her) to forty somewhere to Po does not carry the virus in South America, but the Iron Lady has said that the plane was full.
So ', after a night of snuffing tissues. tissue and covered service, in the morning I realized that the two traveling companions had discovered that Italy exports only shoes were sneezing.
At the airport they were all offering taxi 35/50 pesos (10/15 euros) and I asked a guy in the bathroom if there was a bus.
- "No, just take a taxi (remission) 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 ask again and that's really 'there' and it costs 1.25 pesos (about 35 cents).
So I leave the airport and walk in the sun already 'starts to dry bones, arrival at the bus stop, ask for confirmation of a lady with a child with blue eyes and she takes care of me until the bus stop.
In the meantime, I ask an elderly gentleman dressed all in bullet jacket and tie, as you call this square.
- "Congress Plaza them 'where there are thieves"
A pause, then:
- 'And more' in the 'we are even more' thieves, banks'
Then we go down together and do a little 'street, we pass to the Bank of Boston, where pensioners fight against the door and carry placards waiting for their money, even today. (Video)
In short, I see the cliche Buenos Aires
Now is not bad in a small hotel with breakfast at 9 euros and I know it will not be 'on a Friday' lions' cause they are stanchetto.
Buenos Aires, March 7, 2004
Unfortunately the rain has forced the cancellation of the event last night of tango, so they are still dry.
To make my day I went in the neighborhoods of La Boca and San Telmo, where people dance in the street, but I have not seen much pure tango.
I hope well tonight and Tuesday 'when I will go' to the theater to see a tango show.
While I was in the bus back to downtown and 'got a guy to sell pens, asked the driver if he could and told him what not.
Until that time the conversation was gentle, almost in a whisper.
Then the boy and 'down and I have to spit' cause I got the splash of rain.
While we were stopped at the traffic lights there were twenty seconds with the strange boy who looked at him angrily and the driver who said that there could be nothing.
When the boy said that he would remember his face, the driver put his hand in a 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 thio pasa? (What happens to you boy?) ".
Then we left.
I was surprised by the calmness of the conversation, no one shouted or gesticulated in a violent manner. I breathed an air of resignation, as people are not accustomed to this type of situation. On the one hand, a boy who wanted to sell the pens, the other a driver who could not get him for free and trade in the bus returning from a movie ... shocking as the "City of God" set in a favela in Rio, I imagined the boy throwing the feathers on the ground and decide that the only way and 'steal. Perhaps with good reason?
