June 29
"I'll see you tomorrow at 11" in Thailand means.
"See you not that I want to sleep too early and close at lunchtime so we eat together, but do not take it as a promise, it depends a bit 'of how, when and where I wake up and it says my stomach. It may not be for nothing and is not that I have to warn you not? In short, and 'very indicative.
It 'is quite likely that tomorrow but it is not said.
Also note that I did not specify whether morning or evening "
In short, translated into Italian:
"Is from, maybe tomorrow we can see, we feel"
PS
This would be Facebook or Twitter, but after two weeks in Vietnam without them I have to admit that I have not missed at all. On the contrary.
And I ask myself: "it makes sense to throw everything into the cauldron of Social where they all disappeared into thin air?".
No, better a mini post here, at my house.
June 15
Captain, take us off!
Hanoi (Vietnam), June 14, 2011
The Vietnamese are the wise guys, let's say it right away.
I am one of those people where I learn to fend for themselves sooner or remain at the base of the food chain.
They are cunning among them, among their peers and their superiors, their cunning with cunning and with less tourists.
As in all countries at the end of the wise guys are all idiots and those who win are the countries where the law is clear and respected, so energy costs are not in the eternal struggle of jungle-before-you-I do not care-because-Bust- I-scrub-before-you, but to create value.
The classic example is Germany, where a newspaper costs less than in Italy and has many more pages, because they can sell on the street without a newsagent or sophisticated equipment, so they know that nobody (or almost) steals a newspaper. Arrives, take the paper, leave the money and you leave. You could not leave the money, but you did. Continue reading »
May 04
in the garden of John, the Tamil Catholic
Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka, May 3, 2011
I am writing in Sri Lanka and a leather sofa in a living in Yorkshire with a view over the Swiss Alps.
We are prisoners of a Tamil with a beard that looks like an extremist Muslim despite being a Catholic.
A Tamilbano converted.
In tripmanuale I have not written, it was so obvious, but you never trust the people you meet on the train and offers a warm welcome.
The story:
Yesterday we took the train super-Kandy-Nuwara Eliya, which sped through the mountains covered with tea plantations of St. Benedict, covering the distance of 68 km in less than three hours.
Not having found a seat we had placed near a door open to observe the scene (for what little you can see at 20 miles per hour. At best, make friends with a cow while you speed side).
Then, at some point, a guy calls me and tells me that at the next stop its three neighbors would come down, and we willingly yielded place.
We then sat behind him and we talked a little bit.
The usual things: where you go, where you sleep, if I want to bungalows etc ...
After a while, 'we moved on the other side of the train because the scenery was better (in that the scenario has been improved and worsened from our other side).
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