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civilization ...? Dubai.

Friday June 25, arrived at Dubai ... most of the group was in Delhi, but some went a day earlier because of the beautiful Celeste gave us the chance to see it in the second phase of the World! for me the first time ... Dubai

meant a change of 180 degrees in what we were seeing ... is as an oasis of civilization in the middle of the desert ... Sure, that is until you all dressed up for an Arab in the middle of a shopping mall and says it is illegal to kiss your girlfriend in public ... then you remember you're not in Gates ...

Dubai is a place with great majesty, and it is no coincidence that this is ... expectation that at some point will run out of oil, are using many of the resources of the UAE to build a Mega City, betting that tourism is the main source of income in the future ... construction projects are ridiculously ambitious and expensive, but surely once accomplished will be a great symbol of attraction for tourists ...

Arrival in Dubai was the first blow against the Arab world ... these tipitos dressed in the toga and the classic ring handkerchief on his head, speaking in a soft tone for nothing, gave a little scary ... I can imagine such a Obama, son of Laden, in turn cutting off heads ...

Dubai is the city of things "alone" ... the world's tallest building, a palm-shaped island, the Atlantis, with the world's most expensive suite (35,000 USD per night) ... and this deserves a break .... $ 35,000 night ?!?!? What a way to pull the twine ... in short, are the only mall with a sky inside track, artificial beaches, shopping with other an aquarium in the middle of the second floor ... so while looking in the windows are walking, instead of seeing the Garnier cushy positions in the middle, once a showcase with sharks, stingrays, fish of all kinds, and even some tipitos diving ... As the project

who steals all the applause (and all the petrodollars) is the "world" ... the insane these are going to build a world map made of islands ... A country, an island (like our popular "a tourist, a friend"), thus forming the complete map of the world ... an idea that is hard to even dream about it, but these values \u200b\u200bdo not appear to be as difficult to carry out ... You know, now broken, but a few million barrels rather than leave Abu Dhabi and you're all ready to start the works ...

On June 26, enjoy the incredible sunrise break against the Koreans, and left huge celebration in the hotel pool until we took to the shit ... Uruguay in the quarterfinals, incredible! and so we live, something incredible, but it was happening ... Ghana after blacks won against USA, so I thought of a party not so impossible, and who would ... Uruguay in semis? Naaahhh ... 27

Sunday we went to a desert safari in 4x4 trucks, in what was undoubtedly one of the highlights of the trip ... a caravan of trucks skidded across the dunes as a roller coaster, guarded by an asshole Hummer that was on the outside of the path of the caravan, as master of the desert ... all wanted to go in the hummer, but did not let us ... As our truck was really good ...

At the end of the safari we stopped at a sand dune to sand board, and after a while in the sun, and some photos on what looked like the end of the world, we drove to the camp where we were going to sleep ...

The camp was awesome ... camel ride, trick competitions, show of traditional dances, and drinking show full Uruguayan dance floor ... around a bit to enjoy the different tastes ... course, the guest of honor was the thermometer marking the 40 degree heat, so we ended up sleeping all outdoors in the middle of the camp, where everyone is able to locate ... Like some above caliboratos was hard not fall in sleep ...

The next day we awoke the sun god, and after a rare breakfast we returned to the hotel ... some visits, Dubai Museum and a few more things, then free afternoon ... free this afternoon went to the area of \u200b\u200belectronics in Dubai, where it is assumed that people tend to buy computers, cell phones, ipods ... what was the search for computers and Lua Clari ... a combination of indecision from Nasser Square led us to Carrefour, and from there to another store within the City Center Mall, where after oootra series of indecision ended up buying ... that is for mothers to stay calm that these girls do not buy anything lightly! Ta-ti-to ...

The last day we had free, so we went to a water park at the Atlantis hotel in the palm ... yes, it has the world's most expensive suite ...

We spent all day there ... incredible pool with artificial waves, games like roller coasters water, in order ... great need that drink to 40 degrees it was in the wilderness (all Dubai is a desert) ... that afternoon we finished in Dubai mall (the mall that has the aquarium in the middle) watching a light show with fountains in front of the world's tallest tower, which is in front of the shopping ... Thus ended

Dubai, in order not to have a beer itself (hobbies of Muslims), was very funny ... the only drink a little bitter is that Dubai was for me the beginning of the end ... is as if he began to feel that the journey is ending ... already were the first, and tore the goodbyes ... but then I fall and I see that there are still more than 3 months of travel ... we just in the middle ... in reality what ends is the second part, the group ... with all its good and bad, but I must say that we're spending too much well ... plus we still have 4 destinations ahead, Uruguay still in the race to be world champion, so we'll continue to enjoy, right?

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India ... Towards

Sunday June 20, arrived in India .... one of the countries expected them to convey a special mystique, its culture, religion, people ... why not the truth, but something went wrong along the way, because I believe that travel is the least exploded, and I think it is also the least enjoyed ...

Heat ... a bitch ... heats of the largest live our lives in India ... above 40 degrees every day, when that is, the sun the shadow ... for which we heated boot was hell ... and over with what Indians sudan shit this was like being in a curry soup ...

This I think was the main factor that should not have known much of India, and unfortunately can not claim to be a country with such a mystique that say you have, that you "love" with their culture ... I wanted to spend the whole day stuck in the hotel, which was very good for the worse in the three cities we visited, so that the desire composure between the air conditioning, World Cup matches and Wimbledon, traded high ...

Varanasi ... the first city we visited, on the banks of the sacred river Ganges ... the attractiveness of this city revolves around the worship practiced by the Indians in the river ... every day at dawn to tear along the river to bathe, to cleanse their sins ... clear, change cleaning dirt spiritual body, because there is no chance to clean out the river! the degree of contamination is impressive ... Add to that that the Indians are here to die, cremated ... unless they are children or pregnant women, not the cream and toss them straight into the river ... we had the "lucky" to see a body floating in the river after the canoe trip we did ... and 4 meters had launderers working on some stuff to get stains ... all very weird, right?

Yet the issue of caste, creed and belief that the dead are reincarnated, given to think that India has much to offer tourists curious ... happened to me just long ...

's second city we visited was Agra, where that marvel of modern art ... the Taj Mahal definitely worth the visit and the heat from across the country ... for me the best architectural sculpture that we saw so far, so majestic ... and more thinking it's only a mausoleum dedicated to the wife of one of the Indian kings, or fart that I remember what it was called .... unsurprising that have gone to jail so he spent the cruse of monuments and palaces ... nonsense ...

Agra no more than that ... the Taj Mahal ... and I know that more than one will hate me for this, but my entire experience of India was the Taj Mahal ... may well have left me in a helicopter and raised at 3 hours to take the next destination, which would have taken almost the same ...

The mystique of the Ganges and cremations we live more intensely in Nepal, where at least we could see a cremation, and further explanations were much richer in content ... as the story is very similar between the two nations did not provide much what they told us in India ... yes, see all the way to the river tipitos at dawn as if the divine grace forced (some of it is) is very shocking ... not questioned at any time how many years of earthly life are stealing each dip in the river ... this is the strongest of all for me ... obviously stronger after the Celeste 2-0 against Mexico, which was the second major attraction after the Taj Mahal Agra ... bah, I say it stands, it was actually the first ...

Agra After we went to Delhi, the capital ... capital as a whole, the feelings are heightened to give more power to the country on the fronts that characterize ... so the heat from 40 to 45 degrees instantly, and Indians stink somehow more than anywhere else ... should eat a curry concentrate for Bogota or something, do not know, but they are tremeeendos bastards ...

The great attraction of Delhi was the preparation of the third parcel that we had to send ... we are wandering priorities, I know ... once in a life in India and are concerned about a box with more bullshit, no .. "India Gate? and well, there comes a time that shit ... but the worst is that I do not regret ...

think that the parcel should be cheap in India, but apparently there are only shipments by air, so we nailed a great time ... between what it cost, and how difficult it was get a box to send, the stress level that day was great ... again we discover the kind of pelotudeces you can become stressed when you're 3 months traveling the world with breakfast included ...
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That was my ... a parcel, fabric shopping in the local flea market, where life literally stopped ... 3 liters of water were between haggling me, but ... 20 pillows, 3 and 15 tissues after saris assume that served a purpose ... and the parcel will arrive healthy I guess, with the amount of material that cooked up the box! The wrapped in burlap and sew by hand ... and over per 100 grams which we had passed (the maximum weight that could command were 20 kg), we did open every seam, and cut pieces of fabric left over to reach 20 kg accurate ... Clearly then we asked the box tipitos coimeáramos it, for having missed a box that was bigger than it should ... after showing my frustration and outrage at such an attitude, I offered a tip of 2 USD ... I hope it's enough to make the cash has come from Delhi ...

The other somewhat stressful time Delhi was the epic to change the ticket to Dubai ... with Uruguay in Eighth, it was logical that many would we want to watch the game, either way ... was also logical, we would grab in midair the next destination for these fantastic laws of one Murphy whose main statement is something like "the more you want something, the more chances you have of that shit you ..." but thanks to Sabrina that we will find out everything we need, we manage change ticket to Dubai for a day before, so coming to watch the match with Korea ...

So I sent to the office of Air India to change the ticket ... due to the unwillingness of most Indians had in that office, I spent 2 hours in an uncertainty that does not know if I had paid the ticket, or if I had got the change he wanted ... Luckily there was only one woman who bought my face "poor" and helped me, and grace she could get the change they wanted ...

This was India ... Ganges, Taj Mahajan and management quilombos traveler ... a shame, I know he has a lot to give and I could not take advantage as it should ... but hey, how to celebrate the 2-0 against Mexico!

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land of the Kama Sutra ... Nepal!

Friday June 11, flew from Bangkok to Kathmandu, capital of Nepal ...
Land of Kama Sutra
and Mono Numan, so dear to my dear grandfather Ruben ... of course if Diego had not told me, I had no idea that pale was from here ... thanks for the cult brother my parents gave me ... heh.

The days of flight are lost days ... hours of airports, shuttle bus, wait ... we leave tomorrow and arrive in the afternoon or at night to the next destination ... to Bangkok, I amused myself writing the blog at that time dead, and also was a way to keep the stories a day, without wasting more valuable time in the destiny ... from the Bangkok airport, prior to leaving here, I have another hobby ... Andre Agassi's autobiography book ... a must for tennis fans , and autobiographies as well ... I guess

Finally, as the days of flight are lost days, walks on Saturday pulled out 12 ... did a tour of Kathmandu city, visiting various temples and places ...

Printing Kathmandu since we got was something weird ... a lot of poverty, an impressive heat and smells of many types (none pleasant), but still has a special charm that made my least fascinated me all I saw ...

People are very friendly and nice ... and everything is very picturesque place to visit to buy ... comprillas obviously we made some memories of those that I have no idea where the hell will in a house, but ... buy them in Nepal ...

One of the visits we made was to square, or rather like a kind of mini city ... restaurants, temples, stairs, squares ... cobbled streets, our Old Town style, that gave a picturesque touch ...

In this "mini city" was the home of Kumari, a girl chosen to be the virgin goddess (or something) ... the interesting thing is that this girl is chosen through a selection process similar to the Pope at the Vatican ... a group of girls from around 3 years, they have to meet several requirements, choose one, making various tests that must be overcome ... seems Miss Universe, singing the song and saying you have to save the world and eliminate poverty and world hunger ...

Well, the last girl chosen to be the Goddess, or Goddess Lady, you have locked up in the hut where we were until she has her first period ... ie, go from 3 years to 12 more or less locked up without leaving that place ... and then they develop, they cease to be the Goddess and become a life "" "" normal "" "" with their families ... is clear why the """"" not? They steal all the children to pretend that the asshole and then have a normal life ... Of course, that I think, for them to be a great honor to have that experience ... all very strange as always ...

In one of these places (can not remember if it was the same as was the house of Kumari) asked by the famous mono Numan, as I had asked my dear brother, and told me that there is indeed figure ... is actually called a monkey god Hanuman and for the Nepalese .... Puritan god ... in the land of the Kama Sutra ... have to be idiot ... in the temple of the monkeys was the statue to the left of the door, but as a Puritan, and the temple was on the Kama Sutra, did not cover his head to see ... of course, if the poor God can not see anything related to sex, there should be leaving the service of the monkeys, right? (Old, please explain it to mom)

In short, the same day, after walking through the cities, temples and places, we ended up in the sacred river Bagsmati, where the Nepalese perform the cremations of dead bodies after ...

the banks of the river, on the cobblestone road, there are altars where they cremate the dead ... we were lucky to get to see a cremation from scratch with all spiritual rituals are done to rid the soul of sins ...

absence of convincing explanations of our own guides, find a disservice to walking in the back we filled the gaps in the story ... apparently, the Nepalese, or Hindus generally believe in reincarnation ... to cremate the body combine the five elements: fire, up in smoke ... the smoke is going to heaven and becomes a cloud, which then sends rain water and water the earth ... and the elements return to their source, purifying the souls for reincarnation ...

Also explained that the bridge that bisects the river at that point, separates the cremation area for the upper class in the area of \u200b\u200bthe less affluent class ... the difference between them is that the altar area of \u200b\u200bthe upper class are closer to the temple of the god who purifies the soul, then cremation is more expensive there ... and between these altars is also to be used to cremate the members of the royal family, while still Nepal was a monarchy, which ended with the slaughter of whole families ten years ago ... all were cremated at the altar.

The river was very low, are in times of drought ... and dirt and smells were amazing ... clear, we can not expect to smell like a garbage perfumol if human, but supposedly in monsoon season, the river rises to the point that connects to the Ganges in India, which is also a sacred river where the Indians will die and wash away their sins ... and also to take all the trash they throw the grimy these ...

There are many similarities and connections between the Nepalese and Indian people ... share the same religions and cultures to the point that as we explained the guide, the boundary between the two countries is virtually free passage from one side to the other ...

After those two days in the capital on Sunday, 13 went to the Chitwan Park, a nature reserve of several species of animals, who painted a priori as a kind of safari ...

On the way to Chitwan had scheduled a Trishuli river rafting, about 3 hours ... was good, but knowing a bit long for what it really was rafting ... had some fun swirls at some point, but nothing was put to row like an idiot shouting "fooooooorwaaaaard!" tipitos the mouth of the charge that we do not drown ... We

park a few hours later and start the hotel was not what I had imagined ... supposedly we were in the middle of the field ... safari, wildlife, elephants ... so was the idea of \u200b\u200ba rural life for two days until Sabrina changed the order of excursions for the day's first match in Uruguay were in Pokhara and Chitwan not and we made sure to see it ... but hey, the hotel turned out to be much better than I expected ... even had air conditioning and cable in the rooms ... clear funcoinaba between 11 of nch and 4 in the morning so that I am sorry have closed all the windows to keep the room cool ...

Day trips included a safari in Chitwan elephant in the park, where we saw crocodiles and rhinos in the performance of their daily lives ... ah of course, and rode an elephant that is no small thing ...

After the safari we went to an area of \u200b\u200bthe river where we swam with elephants ... amazing! We got in at 3 per elephant, and a tipitos shouted things like dogs who obey, and we spit water elephant's trunk, again and again until we pulled into the water ... in short, very funny though, as in the River Kwai, conjunctivitis was the order of the day ... We

also a walk through part of the park, looking a little wild animal life, and before starting the tour guide gave us an introduction to the care we had to have, and we had to be silent to avoid problems .. . even told us what we should do if a tiger was chasing us! We made the drawings of how we had to run, zig zag, to mislead in any way ... cagazo can imagine the conversation we had with the ... "And well, so if a tiger wants morfar ... this ... not, run fast ...?"

The reality was that thanks to this Charlita could do the walk with some adrenaline, because the closest thing to a tiger we saw was the logo of my muscular Tiger (Vietnamese beer) ... we all quietly and well located along the road, and suddenly we spend two weaknesses that came with a chicken head in hand, and hitting screams deserved the lion king appeared to morph ... but nothing happened ... so we ended up seeing only ride a rhino in the distance and some gazelles ...

Once this share went wild life in Chitwan to Pokhara ... some had chosen the option of trekking in the Annapurna base in the Himalayas, so we went right to the mountain, about 3 hours to walk up to the camp where we would spend night ...

An adventure that climb, with an impressive heat until the rain decided to freshen up a bit ... In view of the city from the mountain was incredible, and I ate that mountain legs too ...

As we climbed, some local kids came up beside us, asking for pens or candy ... Laughing and cursing our lack of athletic ability ... one was sure to clamor for a ride with horse ...

Finally, we reached the camp and we moved with great joy, to recover a little air and shrimp ... once again, far from being a simple rustic camp looked like a hotel, with huge tents for two, showers and bathrooms and a living area, where we ate and played cards while we were trying to be victims of the leeches that were feasting on shrimp of some ...

After a memorable record of 8-0 in the trick I shared with Sam as a couple, the top 8 beers which we take as a result of those games, we went to bed pleasantly the tents ...

Dawn was one of the most anticipated of this camp, if not more ... We awoke at 5 am to watch the sun rise from behind the mountains ... can not describe how amazing it was that landscape ... out of the tent and see the sun rise from behind those peaks peaks, some of the highest in the world ... simply amazing!

breakfast, we took many pictures, and about 9 am we went down the mountain to leave for Pokhara ...

The main attraction of Pokhara, along with trekking and night on the mountain, was clearly of Uruguay 3-0 against South Africa we had the good fortune to see in the hotel with big screen ... clear, it was a celebration in Uruguay and must have been those festivities, but ... is what we have ...

We left Pokhara to Kathmandu for two nights in the capital ... mainly had free time to do what we want, since the tours we did in the first two days, so we manage to pay these days of rest and fun ...

In Kathmandu apparently there are no traffic lights, or at least do not remember seeing any ... complicated corners there are two controlling tipitos that nobody dies, and that's the light ... going for the market to do some comprillas was an adventure to cross the street ... but we saw no accidents either, so do not be so bad work ... although I do not become too much trouble if they hit someone ... gives the impression that they are still long and it's all good ...
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purchases that clearly could not miss, a schedule of extra activities completed calendar ...

Nepal has one of the highest bungy in the world jumpings ... 160 meters high ... having made one from 43 meters in New Zealand knew it was not an option for me ... well to jump in NZ need much time to acclimatize mental ... laburando came the idea for years, and I'd have to know how it felt ... but now it was unnecessary, plus it was not psychologically prepared for this madness ... I had no chance garment ...

Anyway, we left the bungy at 7 am, in a 3 hour mini bus, in addition to not having air conditioning, gave me ample time to ponder how she was shitting and getting on in that bondi ... luckily I had my book Agassi to spend those hours with their heads in their world and not mine ... We arrived at the hotel

"Last Resort", where ironically he thought he could be my last day, and when we went to cross the bridge from where we were supposed to shoot, my cagazo tripled ... and to join the cagazo had already in advance, we had an hour and a half wait before taking us to the bridge, which obviously leaves the head laburo to fart ....

Finally, I discovered I'm a masochist with these things ... the wrong way, really the wrong way before you do, but still forced me, not if the enjoyment I get when I finished and I'm still alive, or because I want to prove to myself that even with so much fear as I can get over it and encouraging me to do things like that ... no, but the wrong way ...

We were 21 in total we went, and at least was not the only shit ... not whether it was the most screwed up, but at least it was not the only ... The videos reveal the feelings of everyone in the minutes before the break, and there are over one showing panic, but you get the Golden Iris is Mel, almost knocking him to lean with it ...

important thing is that we all throw away, and we all roll up after ... Those sons of bitches make you climb a hill of stone and mud for half an hour to reach the hotel ... it is not so easy task under normal conditions, but after it jump that leaves you with the head turned, it is simply inhumane ... no stairs, can be prohibited by law ...

bungy We turned to Kathmandu on a journey that lasted twice in the first leg ... 7 hours on the road, with a picket in the middle and everything ... an adventure that we had not paid the bungy, but we ended up arriving safely at Shangri-la Hotel in Kathmandu, to urgently take a nap before the party he had organized for that night ...

doughty To continue with the next day the party went with Clari and others (some of which had also done the bungy) to fly the Himalayas, and see Everest from above, in a small plane propeller Buddha Air ... a ride that lasted an hour ... Clearly we

right of the party to the airport and take the small plane to see the world's highest peak ... supposedly as Everest is in Nepal, we could not get too close, otherwise to be crossing the border with Tibet would have happened with passports and other ... for me we made the 50's, but ... the ride was great, we saw much of the Andes from the plane, and the great attraction, surpassing Everest above the rest of the peaks ... but I still left with little taste, expected to pass over the giant ...

The closest of Everest I felt was taking a beer with your name ... and obviously was chosen destination.

Nepal, one of the most incredible journey for me ... all impressed me ... people, places, culture, diversity avtividades ... I missed the touch Tibetan, but with what I already lived enough to say that is an incredible country.

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Bangkok ...

Wednesday June 9, played back from River Kwai to Bangkok, this time for two days of visits in the Thai capital

... We left the hotel in Kanchanaburi, to an area called "Hellfire Pass", where passed rail route between Thailand and Myanmar (Burma) ... this area is particularly known for its construction meant torture for prisoners of war allies of the Japanese ... the name "Hellfire Pass" was given by the way it looked during night while building the light of torches, which in this context closely resembling tortuous hell ...
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share information ... it was really interesting that visit, it also allowed us to understand what was the role played by Thailand in the war after visiting a museum built in memory of those who died during the construction of the railway ...

After lunch we went on a journey in the popular "Death Train" to cross the bridge over the River Kwai, on a trip of two hours, two hours if you add the killer in the sun as the train arrived were made over four hours ... had to smoke the guides, especially Chuta, we had shouted all the goals of the Mon in the game we played days earlier and was still funny now that the train was on time ... good

wavelength equal ... Anyway, the train arrived, and after the ride we got back to bondis to continue your trip to Bangkok, with no scales ...

Hotel in Bangkok was the same in which we had been two nights before: Twin Towers ... and that night we coordinate with the leaders of the hotel to go see the famous Pussy Show ... and explain what it is ... fa ... say that this is a kind of cheap cabarulo, women who have a special ability ... make all sorts of juggling with their private parts before you go ... thought it was a picturesque sight, typical of Bangkok, with a stage, ticket purchase and others ... and I was not entirely wrong ... just that not a damn colorful and glamorous only "... show" the name ... the virtuous girls, all very ugly also made of all kinds magic tricks with her between the legs (say "vaginas" but it would be Easter, and say "shell" but it would be rude) from pop bottles, playing ping pong ... to blow out candles on a cake, though I never really knew if someone had a birthday ... just like the star of the tricks he did for me the girl who had a Coke machine tucked inside ... it was amazing ... He took a bottle of water (yes, always with the same tool), grabbed an empty bottle, put in place, and after a rare mix that I do not even ask what was done, filled with similar fluid coke ... with the input we habían ofrecido un trago de cortesía… cerveza o coca… solo pude agradecer muchísimo haber elegido cerveza… creo que los que tomaron la coca se querían prender fuego el estómago después de ver ese espectáculo…

Finalmente puedo decir que fui a Bangkok y vi el famoso Pussy Show, porque no me dejó absolutamente nada más que eso… la anécdota…

Jueves 10, después de una mañana de visitas no muy sobrecargada, nos fuimos a dar algunas vueltas esperando comprar algunas cosas… además yo tenía que encontrar un lugar donde pudieran arreglar mi cámara, que después de casi 3 meses de fidelidad se murió…

Fuck everyone (including me) with things that technology should not buy anywhere, which in China is all trout, which in Vietnam is a shit, that, that, that .... I bought mine in USA and I ate a murderer ... hock to buy in China is the fourth part of the normal price, so at least you know that when you break the paid for

disposable ... Anyway, I found no place that could fix the camera, so I followed the path to another comprita me to calm down the soul ... I went to look at Platinam Clari, a shopping ... basically for women involved in my desire to buy something and not being able, for the simple reason that shopping was a real shit man, I ended up buying a pair of shoes to wear with my new clothes purchased in China and Vietnam ... heh.

Unlike me, the girls had their bags filled with empty accounts and Clari ... not so much, that profile did not yet have a buyer, though just took a couple of things ... Xime, Agus and the other girls ... what mommy that can get them to buy these Christian ...

After there we went to a street that had recommended his friend Clari Peace (Tacuarembó always say "the .... Piru, Lua, Peci, Rua Lokita, Xisi, Vale "), which walked around here a couple of months and we spent a couple of sprints ... that street is called Khaosan Road (or something), and was supposed to have stalls selling all sorts of things, plus it was a very picturesque setting for a walk ...

We reached the street, which has about four or five blocks long, and indeed all the cushy positions were there, and it was a whole mount around the world, and a couple of cars all tuned to I put a lot of wave to walk ... a gold Volkswagen Beetle (as the ingot, which recently left my family), with a sound system worthy of the best clubs, and above all danced to the music ... tremendous ... there was another car that also moved, chevrolet montecarlo type, but the little boy handed him the cloth without a doubt ... The walk

bought some things, shirts, a purse, nonsense ... but most suffered was the purchase of flags countries are going to step on the trip ... are some flags of 10 x 4 cm, in cloth, which can be sewn to a bag as such ... just remember ...

buy 71 flags (35 for and 36 Clari me .... I was in Malaysia as a country extra) ... 2 hours spent for the tipitos we lowered prices, and I have to admit that was the first time I gave sincere and real pity the seller ... I like trying to convince me that I was shitting (the only way that you have to not let you touch them emotionally when racing), but I ended up winning the fight ... as it is clear that the price went down enough, but hey, you can always loosen

bit more ... As we continued walking down the street, along a parade led by two elephants painted with flags of countries, which danced to the music that blared from the little cars, very funny ... stood on two legs, front and back, and were shaking their heads as to the beat ... some great ... elephants paraded behind a lot of people carrying flags countries participating in the world and we see 3 flags of Uruguay, so we see what Thai leaning against the daring that was carrying ... to our surprise, not only were not Thai, but there were four bandmates! Javi, Chinese, Gonza and Andrew, laughing shitting told us that they had been paid to parade ... a while later they were burning their money in beer very well spent ... the prize ... but more amazing was that the next day as we we took the flight to Kathmandu, someone grabbed the "Bangkok Post", and the first page of the newspaper was a photograph of the four uruguayita ass with banners and T-Spain (Spain's why, no idea) ... a souvenir to show the grandkids, right?

The last night in Bangkok (the same day of the show) went with Clari, Ale and Lua to Sky Bar, a bar on the 83rd floor of a building in the center, only to take a beer and enjoy the view of the whole city \u200b\u200b... very good time, but very expensive to extend it too, so I finished the beer that came with the entrance, took a walk on the terrace and we peel ...

Thailand, another country that is in the log of our trip and adds to the memories forever ... and like all countries, this also left its registered ... Chang Beer, the best in the country for my taste, and several toasts dedicated especially to my friend Sole, who has managed to enjoy it at the time ... saluddd !!!!!!!!

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A bridge over the River Kwai ...

Monday, June 7, after spending the night at the Twin Towers Bangkok hotel, we embark into a destination trip for my promised more, and you almost have to cancel because of the problems that was recently in Bangkok ... River Kwai, staying at the Jungle Raft, a floating hotel over the river ...

On the way we passed the Damnoen Saduak floating market, where we took in a long motor boats, and left us a while to go and buy all the things we always end up buying unnecessary ...

Once the ritual of haggling that so we are accustomed, we drove to the area of \u200b\u200bKanchanaburi, where the famous bridge over the River Kwai ... we took the photos for, and took us by boat to the hotel ... I tried to understand what was the importance of that bridge in the Second World War, but could not get a lot, at least until a couple of days after we took a museum and the picture became a little clearer ...

The hotel ... how to describe it ... is a series of floating platforms on River, interconnected by a road made of planks, or by the river that can lend strength to carry you downstream from one platform to another ... each of these platforms has four bedrooms, a very nice decoration with flowers of various colors, with bench tables outside and a couple of hammocks "Paraguay" (I doubt that here the know with that name) where one can take and enjoy the incredible scenery and the sound of water running down the river ... also have a "deck" made of bamboo, with a few chairs and chairs to relax or take sun on the river .... all this is compounded by the lack of energy much power it brings to the charm of the place ... based lighting kerosene lanterns, plus what the moon might make occasionally appeared ... anyway, this whole rant attempt is rare poetic form of writing my asshole is usual to try to add a touch a little more picturesque interpretation and can be a little clearer what it was indescribably beautiful that whole scenario ...

We arrived at the hotel, we set and then came the first bath in the river ... the current is strong, so we usually stayed on the edge of the cabins while we were moving a herd to another ... the big question was provided by a series of brown foam that passed downstream all the time ... I say unknown because everyone wanted to be naive at the time, but the reality is that it was clear what it was ... we agree that there is no septic tank, and a side has to go all that "rule out", right? I know that I screwed this whole celestial panorama wanted to paint before, but hey, is there ... Just that thought

not intimidate anyone, and we all enjoyed excellent bathrooms and only some pink ... so worth it ...

The second day we had scheduled a visit to caves lava, which now seem to be owned by Batman and his friends ... never seen so many bats in my life ... the caves themselves are a big shit, but the fun was the way to logically there ... so nice to have a river that was just for that side, we once again use his power to move with life jackets from the cabins to the caves, on a trip of 40 minutes, probably very little toilet ...
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yes, there is not any braver than can rowing against the stream ... or even the threat of Phelps, the "shark" Dieguito Furest ... so easily got on the boat and returned to the hotel ...

After lunch and the afternoon free to go, we threw down for a nap (I chose the umbrella hammock nurse, drawer), and 4:00 pm we gather for a popcorn football is on top of a hill, where the people, or better known village where people live I guess that takes care of the hotel ... they have to a school where a teacher lecturing to four Mocosita ... tremendous ...

Anyway , we arrive at a championship golf and love between us, with six teams of nine each, with the winner playing against the Thai team ... just before the sun went down we finished our course championship and the team won r (for a change, it was not mine) started to play against the team of the Mon ...

Forlan, Suarez, Lugano ... we only have history to think that this game was won in advance ... the big "claw charrúa" ... and as always feel Uruguayans and the match is won before entering the field ... especially seeing the opposing team, dwarfs that spent their feet tall, and seemed to eat fried ( once said the great Andrew Bocchi in an epic moment of my basketball Nautiquense pseudo times) ... the issue was that these dwarfs we painted their faces on all fronts of the court, and if not for some moments of illumination would have been a real humiliation ... luckily won only

4-3 ... The Mon are individuals from Myanmar, who went to work in Thailand to escape extreme poverty of their country ... in the Jungle Raft worked all those who played football with us and told us Chuta (a very peculiar phone) that they pay much less than the Thais, they send everything they earn their families in Myanmar, living alone with accommodation and food that gives the hotel ...

That same night, in the absence of electricity and options, we set different types of camp activities ... women got together to play Mafia (game of cards with a screaming furry), and men we put together several championships trick to hang ... later when we play strokes, or when colleagues were sufficiently certain positions as to 5 points of envido reversed itself throwing up 20 points, we decided it was time to finish the championship, and we joined a stove (no fire because it was all going to hell) with guitars and drums that threw up a little later, and where they could look more hidden talents ...

Unfortunately the next day and we had to go to Bangkok, as usual, from the days I spent like water ... stay fast in the river as of this writing ... the days are passing like a fart, and there is no apparent way to slow down the time ... I guess that is that we are enjoying a lot and taking advantage of everything that happens to us, but I still like to enjoy a few more things ... at least those places that I have as icons of the trip, and so far are meeting exceeded my expectations ... but the philosophy remains the same ... enjoy, learn and live all without regrets ... not missing anything and assimilate all the experiences that make us grow all the time ... but above all that, not ever forget where we are, and the unique opportunity we have all of us to be living this ... these are my assumptions, and although sometimes I lose focus, keep trying to pass each time according to them ...

Sore Throat Lots Of Phlegm Fever

The Great Dictator Rales


found an empire of bloodshed,

before you fell down the story and petticoats, piety

shot without any trace of hope

and raise to the rank poison of the soul, oh

dictator.

"Save the homeland," shouted

alienated even without parental

asked if he would be saved by your military hand

stained synonymous with death and disgust, oh

dictator.

gave birth to a nation of terror and half-sleep,

were consecrated churches and tearing down schools,

and bolted it closed all borders

to be alone with your flock of sheep, oh

dictator.

You wanted a love that would satisfy your ego

and never found a sad mausoleum

bird

a latrine, a monument,

in ruins, to the glory of fear, oh

dictator.