tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702029627198829862024-03-13T02:21:16.084+01:00Where are they??THIS TRAVEL STARTED THE 24th OF MARCH 2007; AFTER TWO YEARS WE DECIDED TO START TO TRANSLATE TO ENGLISH LANGUAGE DOING OUR BEST, FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE TRAVEL; WHILE WE ARE STILL TRAVELING.David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-36712013389338454792008-01-05T09:22:00.001+01:002010-02-12T09:25:27.918+01:00THE GREAT SURPRISE OF... CAIRODue to the surprise that was waiting for us in Cairo; as normal people, we took a night bus which run up by the coast of the Suez Gulf, to the Egyptian capital. The first, we contacted with Mostafa of CS, who lives in Giza, officially another city, nowadays totally joined to the huge city of Cairo. We have arrived on holidays, the second "Eid" of the year, three festival days in which animals are sacrifice to share the meat in three parts, one to the neighbors, other to the family, and the last one for the poor people. Animals are seen on the streets, where they will be sacrifice; but what is noticed more, are the crowds of people on the streets, and with the traffic of Cairo is a great madness.<br /><br />Undoubtedly the most expected moment here for us, and already during some time ago, it was the arrival of part of our family; we went by bus to the airport (more than 1 hour), and this was what we found....<br /><br /><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152102653691878402" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9-Qbuub0ZVRdl3k6GrFO-T0fWk0ml3hLavKT6Gv9CNoVAMb3x_CCo-c_oqXoHGAhjU8EmaaxjiT5fzr6-f2vE50vYgAuam6nyxH2oiFxe90W_jgN4nJKLh_mVKAWomR1n5OL29EUHqcE/s400/DSC01853.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152101652964498418" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3T_6Y33vZEWqgdYGVD-EoyFIDiPmDihUgWbDBGwT39_jeIuikqwX5mTEKns_kEsN2HUJh2cN7tgUr_78cTnCN1Z18JQFePm5eNVaNe7sT6EwiKSFyBBzdqx5Eu5acqJAcXeohyv7zZOY/s400/DSC01854.JPG" border="0" /><br />From this moment, Vicky, Marian and Jose, joined to "where are they" for a few but intense days. The family arrived with a lot of gifts and provisions, as some Spanish food, new boots, and a great change in our equipment, a laptop.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152101369496656866" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKxRwwQUaFhMtrUNRYwPiDWXRMvUi0hzR44hhC4bRa5BGoMY70PfPSwk_r1U5tMdBc_O2B0gKMHnKFGDIcC_47Z6hiI1f5ngOEgzstWSx4HXJMOTrPHlyvk7DLYM-CY1xsYRpXvxQeo_U/s400/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /><br />After four days in Cairo, we decided to see the Wonder of the World, which is in Giza, the pyramids of Keops, Kefren and Micerinos. When we arrived the people cheated us trying to convince us that we only can enter by camel or donkey, but from the Egyptians, we only should believe a tenth part of what they say. The three mass of stones are impressive and stand out of the small pyramids of the women (usual in these countries); the men of the camels harassed us constantly, saying that they don’t charge us for take a photo; of course for saying that, in the end we had troubles for don’t pay the photo which he said before that was free of charge…<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152100759611300802" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVgdTxxuh59KeLpYigsPpZQFkt3izy6ru_5pkHrHAIBMUrDJ_y4X80V-FdGRyX8_PsOnDzvz831KsDLLhh0RN57W2xk_q0dGoi-QvKpqlSqkbbdp0Dsy3nl5Lctl8QRwOUqNY8Pf1gf8/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152100291459865522" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNTfdO8ZSxsi0G0xyXtDdJWdUGg_95zdi1rJ7_Z7ocnc2VP__aeD5KZ9hm2zLFtS6BZkK8zkb-zmKqnkWi0pGragto3Yk1PFxDsKR7VTHUpUmoBXcgTa-UkrHHPw_lxvJxMNtIqOlqaFA/s400/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152099595675163538" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEili0oGHrIK5uBYW84tjhAt18G-uBY9d6ntriClyPXlL0AOMPSZjlUCOvtR20UH7CaB9clqo-xnEL_oDV9l2YeCoN_nwWuGX9-eQ7K2H4NKAYkrY0rgqYIljo-FsSdZoyRHeeQStQcAlAk/s400/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152099947862481826" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLPhUwtBOimG-yBbvkwt_QmyedeEiZN19oAHs_Fz1Na-fzpnlXS0P4F8X7EcMFBKg0F11BJy_xukVT7E0Rz3iI-VJouMQyQvgy9aYxTU910hW3vHt8Mci_ouokxpgWTWF7V0y-iAgJlI/s400/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" /><br />Nearby is the sphinx, used in the past for practices of shot, and which has an illness in its interior, if it doesn’t cease will ended up destroying it.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152099179063335810" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvwyGs5MkpzY1BDid8mpX2ieZ3-__vTpGzR0NmOnYj1KMkP5tFr-lzUWT6UF1XLso-Esj0uJ4d6v8tP57D0G2iSCUPOj062oyBP5PTOZUeGWW9R53ktsYo2ZvUv6SjZwjvToySbB1M8I/s400/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" /><br />Another place to don’t miss, is the Egyptian museum; it must be taken with a lot of patience because it is enormous and can end up being tiring; anyway it’s very impressive what the ancient dynasties as Tutankhamen, Ramses II, Tuthmosis III...etc, lent us…<br />The museum is in Taharir Square, the heart of Cairo, where we have passed most of the time; for us it was a sort of holidays, everything had been more relaxed, visiting some bars, restaurants, or smoking the Shisha, something very traditional in the Egyptian life.<br /><br /></p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152088334270913106" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhq3dwdykSu44gb8qtmgKCsjiaVWo6jPkKEjK3kIUYACBqwVD3Oc_lkiWn5i8DHECcb5_Y7k9USNy5pO2OzTGxEQejeHte5SEejWF3bbxJFx6TY5-lVcCE76zRnjFvCvTzgpeY1hQ5sc/s400/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152101120388553682" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_wzLer1akZuFz46b0OLl8juoNT4zKhesqE0XerYoXqMSNlF2-UJL_-GeLRIAnQlKV6HhZRdLyZPeXez_IoV2-Gj7Was_i3sWYTn1ucixdPLaeNWec0SwxMmJaahTd9dTems2PauEnzs/s400/DSC01860.JPG" border="0" /><br />We were very lucky to have found Mostafa; on Christmas Eve we could prepare a dinner in his house, and make a nice party with special food that we didn’t taste since a long time ago.<br /><br /></p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152098556293077874" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzLHEYGeBaNn4v3vOcLbiWFi1g6NSDnk3fCjNFijRhGy7rg5T11hEAeOqRRkZ_O79pMEO0flASNawhe6e5Bun0Co31N6j5z9tfVHaVXS0GMaIPi_dD8Of1pqrrLEEfkMGfFE1_XsNE5Q/s400/DSC01939.JPG" border="0" /><br />We went towards north by train, Alexandria, an ancient Greek capital; here we entered the catacombs and visited the big mosque. But the most interesting thing was to see the authentic part of the city; small streets full of shops, people who stared us, and mountains of rubbles and rubbish.<br /><br /></p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152097628580141922" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnkkIgH-7Ny7pWiVuMS2lZe1K38JFHFE2-KaLpSotUWDBET63bLgQWwN_azJDTIhnG2eeYgNZdK8oTF2_mg56UVzDwgXxsMLxoMbsDAR-LSF4G-4jBnv8h0j7HTCDpOANc5lBAYNv-lLs/s400/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152097113184066386" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4cbfT3QX7zIhOQGWOayrgR1yGZ3mPrZMe_bZaydgyUkSyZzhwprN1mu1qXrmfAKGCB4h6roq80Xyb3AmSLan-pLr-8XGDDKIxv9CEJh38EXIzM0RlhaOXPViPiXkWYdCH7TihodvcnM/s400/IMG_0521.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152095352247474946" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqj3_DPmobsAKf2ifHVSG1VpYuLBc6EXbHQbtPqPrw7vaQ-LpdLfkEKrgPNCKoh5F4ZzCTM7XdQBomX_eIEBaKJRLn1IbuiyGBx6HntoryRMWVi1_vyfztRY1fM_tl3WW_nCZCHJR0pwc/s400/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152094776721857266" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFLQtaV6NjibNIh3WdNRUSoMNginLUpiTsWHCwN07KxkRngo-0YfC8UcB6Fg9MNDMvMWr-gAUuqYaQlCTN12r43sgedQ0H-Zqh3jUKueEJhogN578JvMy9Fv0hTYmc-uPdRldqFPbYmY/s400/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152096795356486466" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDh-peuEvptGFJ7OgP8RpZaWAQiUIaQxyvN48_7hajKxyxbzlOlRAEYirh2XKqKsMejl4FjHKW22xMxvnPZFUI-M-o6OghERVIV5MOwkxyC_fcOgNIEjN8DhwObdaRUdF62O3tdpmLSjQ/s400/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152096486118841138" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2W3ycgHSIOTVFF2xtyDIjJNKcR_jnozzjPHaBVlpjc38EEcOfsQ-b1NoUmhWy5xDf2TXLL0Hoe1kAJQKoDaoWzmzhMQnlps0qX9yis6yc1SE7d5cmF79JN_ScyUAyE002UmNOtSz3FE/s400/DSC01968.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152096176881195810" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhp_RQmU260GdrYJ27bwBeq25phMMuUX_T0ax8MxcZbY2qPRliwvIYCRzMyRlrEqkEKLIDPgyFnkz6Inabo0EuICgkT1NJfR76fq9bzZW_kUOpMDFNMsI8y9IuesqQU4OPS3lML_mGlI/s400/IMG_0529.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152095790334139154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUYG_-hlCAn0RDX84pG8ge5LGUKsAyK3HUCy073Rs-XKknUzKL0UBfYoj_Dmw6FDSkL1LbuipmUQ5yuyR3L6dp4Hphm8FqdxD70AYM0x0V7rpwehplAti0IzEFdScmBowNRAD7Shl5AU/s400/IMG_0532.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152093647145458402" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiwCwCUxA3sjRBampov0A4B-JjRBfYmByNAQwZT9jKs_vEIWrjVvw_y19QPzLProS0xN95zvDmDHs-GYoGoU9YANcNJ6ipElsCePkHmZovx-Kig8I9cF4tWxjmS7nN7kxekw60H3fLwc/s400/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" /><br />We decided to return to the paradise that we discovered in Sinai to enjoy it with the family; we took a bus from Alexandria to Nuweiba with a stop in Cairo, 13 hours in total up to the village of the Red Sea, where we had more surprises, we met again recent friends... Pavel and Maria…<br /><br /></p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152090730862664370" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTeY549Buwr2X0bYzgiHoqyXAhKNBhteAgbsjEhNFB1tLmLDXtBHU722nBnxLqgPguT904dEx01MccsSqzGMLe7HO2ngb_1J38lzAKUjyKdLzUxK-HTIkYYqv1SgwtA0ICoGUdPosDRiU/s400/_DSC0541-2.jpg" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152090408740117154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_JXiAgKaGtPr8mAYFZ0HCYnDJqA7D3plxw8DLCdrwGU0WoorjkaOnfcrL4fzBeCY_EHNj4G5ZtZ_Mro8WDOBZHG1RL1lLZwnzqKi2knl-jqXnSIml9zHtygEiJeoCTIMKg2FpXfaTnA/s400/DSC_6951.JPG" border="0" /><br />During these days of party and cold in Spain, we were a couple of days under the subtropical sun and making snorkeling seeing the coral reefs.<br /><br /></p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152091804604488386" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPYp7NDjN0mZMB3vd8u_jcti3aRRgh6rTrNXVg03pBACzKOE1dD3cZNB65OzAW-Pys6lOfjisqJpkd0-XTun0arloCDfOOOQT01EQ6KPOUsYHnQu2aMp970Vj99E89GexWjityprCxWE/s400/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152093355087682258" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbrSM89CC5wNqCuopTQZnw3ojlWPgF4y2PcDMwh0meW9QxepnN5eXYr4m7QRJaowTveOU7lqjbRjwDZXV1XqbWmJLpDGIKgFVCLidQ1TJQnjlOKdp-9X5YInOGryw-4y7PaPZx1MBqpQ/s400/DSC02031.JPG" border="0" /><br />Back in Cairo, we didn’t do a lot, we dedicated the time to enjoy the few days that we had with the family. Mostafa gave us again the opportunity to pass a special New Year’s Eve inviting us to the house of his mother with his family and friends of different countries, with a menu prepared by all the guests, an excellent and tasty buffet of food of different countries.<br />Here, is not very important this day, simply around midnight they did a countdown and then hugs. Keeping the tradition, at the Spanish midnight, we ate the 12 grapes with the sound of two bottles of beer. (Spanish tradition)<br /><br /></p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152088918386465394" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOwr5ItLU7Z30oIM3jcvQerngt4QIProlTb7SPqOIjM8cLfjdCaHt45i2oCROC2KhFHt0Jn7-tvpdOqky_E27Y1i4HSQajiA7gsYdV6f1bnU1VfRO4AuFg3CvMk31cTVKKJtcVRrxk3A/s400/IMG_0641.JPG" border="0" /><br />The 2008 doesn’t start very nice; first the farewells that never are good, and second to have to stay in Cairo to do paperwork, something that usually takes time; visas and the visa extension of Egypt... We change house for some days, Taki lives a little nearer to the city centre, although we couldn’t do anything of paperwork because was on weekend. So, we did some tourism in the city, getting a new vision and different views.<br /><br /></p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152088695048165986" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7ypYH8s71w1-R5Huv1PSfR5uIgt8v6dVQz6h9D6dBb951i86smjdzgfYlcJamrAyr3jWYrZOqVwLIFXQuPFg9KmUWhJgYwTGRxEwp8WmZlWVTbfrvwaQ1okwymGMeCuoa-Ug5yd4aZA/s400/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152087535406996034" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTNRJZEYE1hxljqWqDJel_S7GP5m53XcZYPUXSaPQpuh0-4wl1ZO3i1kdSHoxk26od1R7HXmWf6Uirrv5nEQGR20yGdfAK-lQ1IptbbHGLQHKQCUeuPKbrELBLHnrUCO1uHK-UnOWRnFo/s400/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><br />The neighborhood where we are, is on the high class people; but only two streets behind, crossing the railway, it is like to go to another world; very, very narrow streets full of stall, rubbish, tuk-tuk… and among that, the noise of the whistles of the ramshackle cars and the shouts of the sellers…<br /><br /></p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152086349996022322" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Ru9b-PoZQfsxRwHcFq9UmYTUBZkyxntWxpcq3545uD2LrMEcTs1DiUL6LzELiW8siSgXZRjmm7YFErGDvf8p4uKJTgS5FE7rD_E32_nh_SJ0S_KFQm7fSav2lqXfZlk301n2KjAxcoY/s400/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152085894729488914" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1ZY4tNOYLapavgDvE0ZklMBvn7Inl1x0WiwvwZ85HINnl0SLOMFyn1X02Wjpr7pBlsxhI7x1ZENdDHxM_sSf9C_NbjCsAx1c10MNB6MmsuXQYHDAXZW8IdAusDph_V_3Eg5YmcH1ogA/s400/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" /><br />We used the subway to go to the Citadel, in the subway we must go separate, the first two coaches are only for women; the rest, for souls without taming that when they see a foreigner woman they think they can do and touch whatever they want of her…<br />The Citadel is found on the top of a hill, and it has a big central mosque; it is too touristic, because of that, the best was to pass through the markets and the daily Egyptian life. Real markets, which doesn’t receive foreigners and people are honest and don’t cheat us; very different from the day by day in the city where we have to fight with all the sellers to be cheated as less as possible.<br /><br /></p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152084838167534082" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIwhumF5s_0X-Vy86jYrO-fXHGXJFL5CQkaHkkVUecyNUrvayOymoDdywDzCxhw57VWEy468-H6iPA5mmB4Br1Swsybxgj4FPfchyphenhyphenD5SkNoPJgbewqoQhxIZabkz5O4pnATwoGmKy_OVC8/s400/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152083480957868530" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9YO6_ahhN00s0qco7NmZrOagQe9lZVDMDyvKlg7UlFU6QpfX-p_YC2JUI1Hu4bY1wP_laCa6DB2YRaMNUI5VqbZpteNRcjW3xYOBRD7As-tGiBhtJlDanGxP4IaowSC4y45I6clHkdZW7/s400/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152083154540354018" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Txy5vxIvjwar0pKyDThaAzU6aZ2JoErJcUfpQP6ANAeRbPhzr-NBevclqgNFWb64Zy8f3caW8hiczPWMBPTn3p6GCBISx3-yUiO4G6j6yw3uU0T5r4a5rn-UpSbIhHhw005qb3FqdLzf/s400/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" /><br />Tomorrow we will return to Mostafa’s house, with desires of travel to the desert; but before we have to see what happen with the Sudanese visa.<br /><br /><br /></p>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-54695456681757490112007-12-18T08:06:00.000+01:002010-02-11T08:07:01.941+01:00THE SINAIBefore to catch the crazy Ferry, we met in Aqaba, Florine and Ziat, and they invited us to eat in the house in the oldest part of the city; the menu: Bedouin rice, which we ate as the traditional way, by hand.<br />The staff of the Ferry told us that we had to be at the port at 22:00h. and the boat will departure at 01:00h. The people kept entering the boat without ceasing, and all of them were finding places on the floor, on the restaurant, mosque… to sleep. As we saw that the ferry didn’t departure, we also accommodate ourselves on the floor, and around 6:00am we departure to Egypt.<br /><br /><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145349448979110338" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MmBKxFdRxQIW1p7RZyI03W_xijB69FeHEAsVs6gCpxHMc2QbTlu0QSZNKB2-B6g6o4f2OZVfSx0edn_vY7D0aDiVKfgosl6h8YwhwMcRsN_gc2-_wvjES8_hhPcN0ZdnVw35PoI9cBln/s400/IMG_0177.jpg" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145349062432053682" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyhLe4EPq0IhR4LIPPsV3ENuoG9oFPNgmtPcOqaXhX9IEbcXAKPT34D7Hl0grcBp_nw43w36h7PK8JMTfWcCdyRxMfDGhlYzY_DQhsSmLiX7zKMh6s19hNqQod3pUkaqbv_uP5_5_8swI/s400/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145348727424604578" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMsTFmDGk6pb-u_xFXMYpMAK6_TGyysOb88N5zP-zBcFC0qklzgP3enaPtzXkGfyIFrVKYxofjL9frASQZ-DLynYgHK3WQjaKr_HcH1PBJUPB7PhmLXjRade5nLXWc5oKEz8oabGXOHC_/s400/IMG_0181.jpg" border="0" /><br />Afterwards the paperwork to do the visa, everything among the trucks unloading the staff of the people and throwing it everywhere on the ground.<br />Since we crossed the border in Jordan until we arrived to Egypt, passed 14 hours, and the boat trip only takes 4 hours. We avoid the mass of taxi drivers and a Bedouin offered to take us to a camp that we have heard, "Greenbeach camp", it is managed by a very nice Sudanese guy and he rents huts just 4 steps from the Red Sea for 10£EG, (1,25 Euros). We went just for a day, but we couldn’t resist it and we spent more time; Nuweiba is an authentic paradise in the Sinai. In front of the hut there are coral reefs, and just snorkeling, we could see lion-fish, moray, and plenty of colorful fishes.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145348246388267410" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35StxqwvdlQc0ORguVjMO2zdHBXulC2WTql8EnKxvJOd2Py1Bp4DFB8SVcNBHq1dQKmcwlogpzxEJYsiqdsMQBX0JGd9hV-r28YCFiLZ0mrrTz8hwFgJWBOp8uOJndahmAy-75RtMMHEK/s400/IMG_0197.jpg" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145347713812322690" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7_9HFp1u09HElSsufDgXixlcfk3RGUXJiZr7zNSkmNusxQcHrzbfGvnksVtt03HNat_-A9HXlF1-l6jF_RTvT8PLy3aYPTD7JgUDYuGDjjW09NQi0u5jVSKGfzoUIWkcVikbOm0fJkbq/s400/IMG_0199.jpg" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145347344445135218" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIfGdK-ZgPuBYsTZVjeegBx2dPjTnfPtylxg6EgRvJ-d-KzY7le-_Ju2TFU0S1mcSYCx_R0w-HeOqa8E5AVfuFDdHmoZwfGqJ6bSCYHsLAmw0Z7U761_kKSP7LaxkdOtvFmebFlZQqkTE/s400/IMG_0209.jpg" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145346824754092386" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTN9fULsL1kPpFmsR5DMnY_zbIx9AxVzbi0KPWN_TJtlrW7BzWgjyQ6UE1PTnbiSIpAdVA3imDZhsqmeln9K1Ym7KxPBhQZw20tS-vCpn7eIlPJJwPqql9E8AXbDZBBlwIdu3x_kmaG92H/s400/IMG_0218.jpg" border="0" /><br />Convinced of the possibility to travel by hitchhike, we went up to the main road, with a constant harassment of all the cars saying: taxi! taxi!<br />It was easy to stop to the cars but… each one has their fees to go to Dahab. After an hour fighting for traveling without paying, we realized that, ALL is for money…<br />We managed to travel about 15 km without paying, and when we were in the middle of the desert, and nothing around, we told to the drivers that we didn’t have any money, (to prove them), but it doesn’t matter!! If you don’t pay, you stay there…<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145346390962395474" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1kb4BBw5XS7Qk5TEYpRYl8zeNEMtULKY-rGgjzAIZGGxMxy1cUMgoJ8XyKnH8snuWbdSLRtyUEU7UasQRe2ByRuxCK61fARqn_4gFTT4Ag5-izxbN3Ifx4C_60TxFdpsImB-06Lu68mC/s400/IMG_0227.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><br />In the end we pay to one guy the same price of the bus to Dahab. This city is totally different, here the loneliness and the paradise is finish, everywhere are restaurants and people harassing you to put you inside the agencies, the shops of groceries with European prices... and plenty of dive agencies.<br />The best thing of this place was when we approached to the "Blue Hole", a huge fossa in the sea of 127 meters that falls straight down from the shore of the coast.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145345703767628082" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_Z04XRF58FZ80iXVUuf4jpJowLqyOipTz10k5wz34KSKMQcCOOYUKvx1DEMOZEql1U_kVsk4Yd8BZ4oQ9ch34d3VarbmYSeDlGGqMCmfYT_8z2h2UAetGlxHtvBz6sQvb0XSTnbQkbIo/s400/IMG_0245.jpg" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145346038775077186" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMd3BUGab7V6FvMADJ1tnsrCzjepSuMMWLubs_ccb-DWWD2dmAy6Hd5_YzU7SVMyEnBOz_US7KHO38UnuJ0HnuVuuLtm6u1hUyDAAWADMhah-6E5ixT623XyMFr6ZF1exSjigGpHQql7q/s400/IMG_0242.jpg" border="0" /><br />Again a Bedouin stopped to help us on the way to the Blue Hole; he told us that he had a lunch with some friends in a canyon among the mountains near there; he offered us to go and of course we went. Talking with them, we asked them if they were Egyptian, and they denied clearly: We are Bedouins!!!<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145344879133907234" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZJX65QWzN8sylhOROlO9wm0nVtqMZ7QJPG0KcfTqkA-ZJAZO6Qn-xCUoJJRNOPCREPDLUYF0GaUPwzAOMdYxUQ0avJEYw0XLZwZSUFSFNR7OYDnzxQe76h6ZoOugg_WoZCtblhKBJW8a/s400/IMG_0235.jpg" border="0" /><br />We saw that there are a lot of rivalry between them, turning back to Dahab, we stopped in a shop in the Bedouin territory, and the man told us the real prices, and he left us very clear that they are Bedouin and the prices are equal for everybody, they don’t cheat as the Egyptians do.<br /><br />The prices of the buses are a big temptation, but hitchhike is adventure and much better, despite giving a thousand turns to find the exit road, we didn’t surrender and went out the city on foot; on the way… a great surprise, the Bedouin of yesterday!!!; he brought us up to the police checkpoint.<br />This is another story, in 4 days, the police asked for our passport daily, Egypt is a country for the organize tourist, and when the see two foreigners loose, they afraid and start to make questions. In this last checkpoint we told them that we were going by walk to Sharm (100 km), because if we say hitchhiking perhaps they think we are crazy...<br />We look for a good place, because we knew that we had lot of time to “fight” with the drivers. But no!, the one who stop was a Lebanese, a very nice man who didn’t want our money. He took us to a café with which he has business in Sharm el-Sheikh, he treated us as kings giving us coffee, laptop to use internet, and everything we needed…<br /><br />We had made an appointment with Jay of CS in the afternoon, so we had plenty of time to see the city; but we didn’t like at all; we felt as two strangers among so much luxury. Massive tourism, an artificial city for relax and party; totally different to Egypt, everything is impeccable, new, as in Europe, even the prices.<br />We escape from there to eat something outside of the tourist places, because the beaches or places to sit are by payment, and which was our surprise that one guy came to throw us away, we cannot stay there, and we must go to the area where all the tourists are.<br />Discouraged we walked through the street of the beach in the fact of the looks of the people for our remarkable big backpacks, and suddenly, I felt a jostle on my back; a girl with a big backpack, asking us if we were hitch-hikers. Finally we found our company, a couple from Russia; Pavel and Maria, who have flown up to here to start their journey by hitchhike to Russia. Now even more we are the attention on the street, four backpackers among elegant people; it was great to find them!<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145344191939139858" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPThyeF1oPmK2k0IdCttYD5ju2h6c8s8VT3yKly7wM7WeYmLreiYOGqp_5YwlEJi04e-JiJkgrUbnbtEqR5IlD47ryz4oq6CTKR-UjBk9nplvRpfY2yDju9bSprTldr8ffZyxACtZN_wGZ/s400/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" /><br />We went to meet Jay, and he was very nice with Pavel and Maria, because they didn’t have a place to sleep and he offered them to pinch the tent in his garden. Finally we passed everyday all together in Sharm the- Sheikh. Near Jay’s house there is a small cliff on the shore of the Red Sea, which is full of coral reefs; there, we spent the last days; a summer, warm days just only a week for Christmas.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145705849660299730" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRH2iDvqaRg2lQCZtKuA0xle74Tfp1qqM_FfCgt4TqKMoUTKnd2_0O4u0e9ewp_1y1IwFfT-vFw9IDN_-t0VibEyjZE-zlRpK01ri0U6stpLhMUwbkdhPLrRIxLHcHqeTwhblW4o7zvZ_1/s400/IMG_0318.jpg" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145343573463849218" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzNLBzpDeMWZSrWswRHTy5XcdHwuNRMnyAc7SWCirYiXwv5TtnP24j3Ny100ifyaa_Lv_YuPrw2ltqiTNzpeBzY-JMxqbxzZRXQMAi73gTkfYE8FqAdvJC32wWV-ScByrqN6FL_KmH5GD/s400/IMG_0276.jpg" border="0" /><br />This night we depart to the Egyptian capital, Cairo; where a big surprise is waiting for us......<br />We wish all of you a Merry Christmas and happy New Year 2008!!<br /><br /></p><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145343019413068018" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUsKIHkfsYYeWRMM72OwY3EGMsFXcdIzmeOYBcOo7tcVk4JDDNTMgG5JuvME7ptUIJ5i0r0LaIXqIvxA2bZdR6EA3u4SISLbYEG7Pa1jKXT2Wzgaka_9-_hy41suxUUyYcJUe-tvzvva_w/s400/IMG_0191.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-22251257062015147512007-12-11T09:03:00.001+01:002010-02-09T09:06:19.741+01:00JORDANJordan, a new country to which we arrived by hitchhike with a worker of the border. The taxi drivers of the border are really boring, they said that they don’t charge us, and try to cheat us with their stories. The Jordanian visa can be done on arrival, it costs 10 dinars, (10 €) and only can be paid in Dinar, they make you to do a really bad exchange at the border to be able to pay it.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139783592117742754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMOR66Wqp_LIlrSpCpqp7ZbwisdWWJG6xxoUqEnApMiUbZ3ditbBbMnamg9WNiDhTfsjrOZBkOJ4EkASOLrSXCldiYaeXfSJIzMnpGJuo4i7ZO9rUUyihC7sKPuG7z524qZsvTy_NvE9l0/s400/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div><br />After 4 km of border, we are already in Jordan and with the thumb up waiting for a lift. As we are in border area we must to be careful and ask if the car is a taxi… when a car stopped we asked him, and he thought it was a good idea to be a taxi, so he said, yes! We left, but in a second he said: - ok, ok, no money! He left us quite near of our destination, but we had to walk even more to take another road. The people like a lot the tattoos, and they stop us to see mine, they called us to drink tea and speak, we accepted again in a shop with a mechanics, a really good meant tea; the pity that afterwards we had to refuse other offers, otherwise, we will never arrive.<br />Without hitchhiking, a car took us up to Irbid, where we met the guys of CS, who live in the university area, in a street that is in the Guinness World Records Book, because in just 1km, there are about 120 Internet Café.<br />The guys of the club are Yemenis, and they introduce us their friends, a Syrian, a Kurdish and another from Gaza; with who we exchange our different ways of life.<br /><br />From Irbid we moved several days to different historical places, a very important was Jerash. The student card in Jordan, it doesn’t work, and the entrance fee to Jerash ruins is 8 Dinars (8 €), of course we didn’t pay it; another thing not, but Roman ruins we have seen...a lot. Besides, we are thinking and saving money for the super-expensive entrance fee of Petra (21 Dinars each).<br />It was very interesting to meet and to speak with a young boy who sold postcards, and who is learning Spanish with the tourist. He was sure that those prices for us (Spanish) are very cheap, that it is nothing... this is the image that have the Europeans, Euros with legs…<br /><br />We turned back to Irbid by hitchhike; here it is like “hitchhiking a la card”, we only need to wait to the vehicle that we need, and put the thumb. Besides, the man that picked us up, left us in our street in Irbid, such a good luck!<br /><br />Another day we spent the day in Umm Qays, an ancient Greco-Roman city situated in the triple border of Jordan, Syria and Israel; due to this controversial area we must pass plenty of military checkpoints, which reminded us to our days in Kurdistan.<br />The city is much destroyed but we enjoyed the nice views over the Tiberiades Lake, (Galilee Sea) and the Golan Highs, a very troubled area, disputed between Syria and Israel.<br /><br /></div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139783218455587986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfiRpmHdR0UbSRVy8uCekK4yP2XUsdrc1jW_j1Vo9Pqj6-_PvA0SWtuz9sYvyZBUrOUU4FeFPg-MUEkSye14E77RQ9PmztUKnXwiEyl4K3gb2nLbAeS5NHnv9yz3XO-lCJHtgONrtd6c0/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139782157598665858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkv6zJbhOn9eHPSfh2YiKjWkxXb8sbBIDCw8AIjtabDyUJKhDKJkpYacxiqPw6VWKJN6pGOskzmDpmnfZgPke9QUodt7M8oYBiDJTMkTxR2klYVNTUfgyMgkBUujINOGavgn01z0ae6KS2/s400/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139781607842851954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DyDtivnzkyTh86Fh2y6lVYP5m1OMxeK_sBlC6b5AWs4H2mh4AiSLRdNUr41uYnoN9tlzHUrr67EGhclElZ5kt1bXBl_74DPl6_9_97sF3r-qe7YY_ZOC5KsCGCKv5QH2gP_ug7llaQp7/s400/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /><br />We continue to the Jordan capital city by hitchhike; here it happens the opposite of other countries, if you are foreign it is easier that someone take you; we place ourselves after other local hitchhikers, and the cars that didn’t stop for them, always stopped for us. A nice guy brought us up to Amman, he insisted all the time to teach us Arabic, and all the way talked to us in his language. And once again, like a private taxi, he took us up to the door of the house of Nour, the guy of CS.<br /><br />The days in Amman were very calm due to the shortage of interest of the Jordan capital, in the ancient part of the city, the houses are piled up on others, and among them, a small Roman theatre.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142696387398282930" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaNl0gU-Uk4LS_WLfpaNCmKT58c8Rsz2-xaDOlTSJtp28xMcbRkgFJmGooIZ13xuqusbmKWpZMrHadO4T6ZHlIHqknDx3MfwCsZk1L5ZapC6-ehDuZ_WbSpRtYX1MvLPD3mKMVzsZ66Wer/s400/IMG_9876.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><br />One of the days we went to the Dead Sea, placed at the lowest point of the planet, 395 meters below the sea level. The truck driver who brought us, chose a special place for us, a free beach, solitary, and with hot springs. As everybody knows, this sea contains so much salt that people float, it is impossible to sink; the stones of the shore are entire with crystallized salt and the water is like oily, very dense; the hot springs were perfect to bathe afterwards, because after swim in the Dead Sea, the body prick.<br />A man that came to give a bath too, brought a handful of mud from the Dead Sea, and cover us with it, people say that it is very good for the skin...<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142695652958875282" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAvM0qo_GC7yNQit6zE6rK1RgRTUANyGOXYJytLZcZEu5tDbFO_F4D_UTF4WqMbztkRtye7eUnjnbd8Sy93qej5TqbhXqa6QiATKKs4GN9fC2FaHwAwRyqFwXdPlLAQRl9gkSb0D4dAs5/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142696082455604898" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Ez2q0dU4SPM9_FCY4TqnMJmedN6BFrtAtXiKCKbYclgFLHmWGHJqJCFk9jbSVSEAupGYupwH2r7biUk-Y6Y7jp6ZDkLNjeijFRXTsIycJxZcpP7gqjJ4-qz_vC9soP_8y0eex8htF1IP/s400/IMG_9896.jpg" border="0" /><br />Crossing the desert towards the south, we stopped at Petra, an obliged stop in our journey. We knew that the prices are exorbitant, so we were investigating how to "pay less". Nour, the guy from Amman told us about the existence of a shop in Wadi Musa (Petra) that organize clandestine entries in Petra; this shop is find by a sticker over the door; and we went there without think twice. We didn’t know with whom we should talk, but it was supposedly to the shopkeeper; after buying something we talked to him, but the guy didn’t speak English well, and didn’t understand us. When we thought that everything was lost, we went back at night to the shop and we found another person that told us "I am the one who keeps the secret of Petra"; we organize everything, and we made an appointment at 5 am. The car left us in one side of Petra, and in the middle of the night, we went down through the rocks of the mountain in a great descent.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142695068843323010" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-XQiYvUsfKA3GAgIl3PDk2y01u5wJ45toLANaGN2PB4DtVMgMG6XK6tQFbo9UZIuSt7BupSGxu5e14xsctVaPPaqtRGU2uGBf2LpikkR5nq-Br8BcJOsV1CiZF067I4xmrUP7yVwMQLu4/s400/IMG_0017.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><br />Our "guide" got lost for a while, and the daylight was coming over us; finally he managed to find the canyon that broght us to the heart of Petra. When we arrived to this point we had to be more cautious, because at that point of Petra, the tourists hadn’t arrived yet, so we hid in one of the tombs, and later we went up to a hill to control the main canyon until we saw the first tourist. It was amazing when we saw the most important monument of Petra from the top of the hill!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142694703771102834" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjRFG5pCrPVoEUY6US4HspAhR0wtbJ6JbwQynyxhW22O3n3zFhaGFbpBY6DViygit54kJsloP40BH82Q9T9G2Oxf_1mwLA4INYJi6YsoDW8V-zHPPsg5F2j8JQytBrHx0ldUwy6UYm8wi/s400/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br />Later, we introduce ourselves in the touristic group. In 9 hours we visited all Petra, a visit that normally is done in 2 or 3 days. Here we leave the photos of the Eighth Wonder of the World, which the Nabateans left us 2.200 years ago.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142694081000844898" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tYr48NEc8DuO7lfX05JKyLE6SDm-wFLeAwKtJsoOJOoUVqWaYOd7pSHV2nax_C2BhfL_1LkLgLvTka2TObrRdcAfQt506tBcd2aUyOjlO8hJWel_ahHnZqVlS3xrSZpOC30S8JmQqaRD/s400/IMG_0054.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142693441050717778" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgO7ZsRHNBuo_auAb63zw51HbIQMO3QzskinC_XPIndmcPEV4ZwL2kZq2CXY0zdBUc82idnZsNbLQvguQ3xqcjBDJkqhbG4Vqwybpz40xReRvAkKfYdAssMHWD0kT9f8DhEFleVctX_Ac/s400/IMG_0058.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142692766740852290" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiei1MQ2n6ZUYjHpgnkJReo4xF4qhq9PfkLkZhC4wETqn5YKOUDTKyLEO9jkZs8Zql2rrGkonJ65secLPkO5q6zrB3X4S0idTZLrMcupPl_Uchl_8icY3hjTw76OURma5JqiyGWymPl2LBU/s400/IMG_0071.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142692083841052210" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDq-eYDsEZyh7kmDo8Gbnk6vUSZfueW18fEebTXMZWjPDQHf_pDa7JpfE_KoVNgSQGp_lroLVh5TGdEto1639Gf7IMZOtt-ewKM1beWwM53r5LOU1U6ik7jlsY9qVXc1_ivzNzoAFz8B-/s400/IMG_0086.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142690851185438242" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl13Mue7ir7LoO47OExws8f2KDSqGSB7oPNos-ay_cPn01lzHEPwvTgENeQ-aN2PhQQ-jeNTAQsAhvvd2bLrAaj1_QAXDfcny1PShyviU_ucEr7ZeE1Mkop288rRaQSxR9TPMhkDLLxKMb/s400/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142689343651917330" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpJUq_VFBYqZQQtFIPGFe7QgGPv4qoASCMvBZzNrOJPBIfWGGPCQwLOqGreKQoKozD7spDX2Vgu6qrwx5zNmzTqkXV3A7vA7VX9E64Lmbm575SVwWvrLFnY-kPhbNg4wu7NRP5LXisngz/s400/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" /></div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142688673637019138" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrfz7mM6-eNTnAM1Yjhsx1Nh24kykK1x75FulRn2sKE3tX2xFpx22JcT1Pt9CybfdK66n1tdFk1AFtzJqsKOiRy2Xciq56XYsij32phNoQYAsD3jr05lKnmtIe7FUK5DdniKsrcf-8waz/s400/IMG_0097.jpg" border="0" /> <div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142687844708330994" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje29OYgVTt-bJxuw9zJQ0cmhyhS0QEItwMuldRM4ZyvTUJdubY0WSVcDRDdFvFQMf6bRst9-uEEyg2sjg1iLTXi41I-4m3uSXXBK8i3-8bP9C-RSY6GFwrxMiFAdIOR-PFT0xxZjk-lhbm/s400/IMG_0119.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142687496815980002" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1USrt5-CR6FmOF02Q9JN1lzJFF4aTghJeh8IKCC6IB8ojjlcc4PTPfrrLTk_dasfTh60nGxmLIjLQr4Bvgxpus3gYElxmxXS-Ble1_azuMhAvIviADD-dqzKgLnEJvtj3CwtBkh5MHW_/s400/IMG_0120.jpg" border="0" /><br />The day after, we left Wadi Musa by walk among the whistles of the taxi drivers, all of them wanted to bring us, even they cheated us telling that we were going by the wrong way to Aqaba. The last taxi driver came with another passenger, and started to talk to us in Spanish, of course we didn’t listen to him... but the guy insisted, and talking with him, result that he lives in Spain and he is married to a Cantabrian girl! (Where we live)<br /><br />In Aqaba, we finished the Jordan travel; the city is in the south end of the country, in the only exit to Red Sea, and where 4 countries are together in very few coastal kilometers; Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Israel and Egypt. The people of the HC received us as old friends, and in these days Mohammad, Ahmad and Shameh, showed us all the area, they even took us by boat to see the corals and they prepared a lunch in the sea.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142686418779188658" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRe0Qcl9km9oprhVrMKGotKygTXJijPSeEx2tDCg3QzeNON9mtyz-jfK-VpW7BuG08lBPFp6J9mXjpe4I87zO1EmDXIOLvW_VM3qJ1B7AwRXCsevahwNmm5o3jyygQccpFxGoyGqrs5tx/s400/IMG_0149.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142686843980950978" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWui47EsVoT6FgSbBpAaJ3l6-JUi7FhNPN7MlizkPPFUIdltUE_vIG3cJDG2FVflVHUi9PrJrJLcgVt6BJnQ3KiBQjh_p0qn0I19YlBUugmndP6sFapNkQHjM7kYxTx3ybhRX62xMkMJbK/s400/IMG_0161.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142687144628661714" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhONR0DPfSw5RNX3pIFPTtYpG65GsG1ew0_zDPn5JQWQzKYsPmsk3AsajwgUx_IpLqn5VTMz6sbYVA6_ilbeQ-iiSYVCS3f-V_ql2VbAv7pdPpk2Sy7PEIdCTjrb6uAKbO6FiJixN1pDSla/s400/IMG_0133.jpg" border="0" /><br />We did some shopping and we saw 100% how the sellers cheat the tourist. We went with Mohammad and he asked first; when we went alone after him, the price of the product increased 75%, and the quality of it as well... Knowing the real price, we tried to bargain, but they don’t want; the tourist have a different price, that’s all. So we made the shopping as the rich people, seating in the car, and Mohammad helping us to buy it…<br /><br />This night we pass to another stage of the journey, we change the continent in a very expensive boat. There are only 7 km from Jordan to Egypt by Israel, but if we tread this country, it means not to go to many Muslim countries, so we had to take this boat for 50 US$.<br /><br /></div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142684696497302946" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeO2108uk3QAqmbl1wROYtr3U3nfZ0kAkdg-ghoKKbAwywj3BaTHA1YyDAO-y2du_75I4I5pjevhyjOGlgHFiKS5E3U2xsg884cwU1jF7SpkfC3BkgvaX2cNceOl1nJUY_sh_0jsQox6-7/s400/jordan.gif" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-19270501378654261402007-12-03T12:27:00.001+01:002010-02-08T12:30:29.426+01:00DAMASCUSDamascus, another chaos of city, with a dense traffic, taxis crossing in front of you, the loud sound of the horns... We had to move by buses up to the centre, a work that requires a lot of patience, because there are dozens of minibuses, where the people shout the destinations, and everything is written in Arabic. This time we had to look for a hotel, something that we are not used to; first we locate the cheap area, and after visiting 9 hotels, we found the cheapest, with the bargaining we got it for 8 € the double room. The city is of the style of Aleppo, very, very, old, Damascus is divided in several quarters, Christian, Jewish... We saw lot of mosques, churches, luxury palaces; and a market of extraordinary dimensions. We also saw the car of the firemen…<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139792010253643138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnLx6vh7262wewA25_E9cZVOO9OtbVOJina7sMACUnmTwqO3bxDXBeEu1Otzj-8yDqLLR92GGUHVQEUmh4uvGxz2I9nClOBox_sm4vsAMPVqRCKO90xsqkFgmcwGtC0Ih-t73FInlv6VT/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139791241454497138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWimM76CRgWA1OzkxvJE5R4ubSKVJX6eWodvNDsgYUm1TWyQflTvWcPw4wQnlg8Jwa_mgFe8R9czLTv45X9Ne_zmPzLj56VnknuUmArUU42S62AV9bctoxZAjZfriLylujj1x5Er1_O_4j/s400/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139790369576136034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7CF9HcjayZMLytXNxn7bpr0xQX9K9eHy-BZ6QVoTj5jCm_lq_X6VJH5Jk-nX214kzPfJmBp_q45z4cARNv3yn0u3Geb_t8PUXuCNkvi0wuJ_vNa3_Ub2GfcLR_AuTChA5ieNuAcdyh8-/s400/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139789549237382482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwR3MchQMjZR6_IMfk2G0dquFr91fq6c4aw4Zwh8Q4i9HP-ttC7aSC685FddkbJLNEeNempw-bq3KgXc2ZPvATb1E4SJsZQqZ0A-aWYKt678mgDSNOCo9TCOQeorKx5CnKK07l36nZg3Ga/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139788711718759746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFtRMZz1WTYVKwULbqSBxgPYiUVX5Cs_s4MHr_qlPuuCyB-7JfLF1hASYo9qThDW95yeT2LFR8vQZAlYOuu-te_SCk6G1uPaF6rF6SZHN7pGR_emUAyG1j-5mAS4dZyNiKlQFtDDu846S/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139788106128370994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zlsWKC5yJ6oJcHahnniWpMBUAT1FibBkgWX_h0USj9kDlow-9N35dfwgWKlmMsh56uz-n6o2S-QkG3QCSF9ES0Wx8swlQPZeP7mG2dYM92bFMSNHPTINYR5mXWx50aGBwLo-YbblwHAW/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /><br />In the interior of the walls is the mosque of the Omeyas; it has a big interior courtyard, with a much decorated facades; and inside a tomb, where like always, the people fight to touch and kiss.<br /><br /></div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139787487653080354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4plP0vHnkJlrhhxZJ4Fe3vZ3jlMKtsY0XeopTemb2AT-8no_AnCKlOnlzG65tNdByYTU4oHEJpTYp5yiCldvgqvF2IfFcKg5cT8Ujto6o9ZAcFdmdcJ7_TIc3C346CRQI8ihFbn6iz6Jm/s400/IMG_9783.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139787088221121810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6bZLJgdEjOKwtrgv0fVwO3MYyZlozzeeLW_ZROJyRWf03OZdYEgpA1vjnX4qWwSpxjce1_uBziM_lnmk77fOQTAibeBgRcwHDuzAmEtVLeoEEuug4Izh9b8KuIf5xTUuLqkWlUumdUweI/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139786731738836226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAnrvtAHybESrGiptTHGnzCrZN6kj17k3ClVHP4ThXIdwYKJYyRX37gRoS7QnDXn6x9DASPJad3Vv7orqFxVaHVHnOAKeYb3IXN7VhY_NMyAagcq1nub1DvV8WRzMpto5KN31I_1vlJIa/s400/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139786358076681458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07kuR4JAcDra6NqANd4F7GfQIChxpkwK6Dnj3_A176-LSaFF6pZMvYSaYCDTM1Pp_jwnv2SqTYswR1coIp_Xk4D-FqzCG1oYYskvtD_75RpspvHm3sMmWXJqxvIDYjprp4zyaTbDHd8Eu/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139785795435965666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27LyrIvX2_EmrRl_7KK9CyBAduOsqEfVOR_V1B1bbPKWb8-gccW5y4Or_uImh-q-1ge5iy7qvFaRpZzAfE-kdt31aEqMq6dnMv3nmm32yOfwaxCIx4UVlgE7TvxuV0xZkSYrCyWtVQWPR/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /><br />Before leaving the country we must go to the immigration office, although the visa is for one month, we have written on the stamp 15 days, and we are already 21 days in the country... We know that it is simple thing, only is a stamp for another 15 days and finish. But when we arrived... we saw the people doing the papers over the cars on the street, and in the office, a big pile of people with papers and passports everywhere. We were lucky to find a translator that helped us; without his help it would have been very complicated. We did as everybody; pushing and putting the papers in front of the officers to be attended. In a moment we only saw passports all around us, most of them of Iraqi nationality. Finally, almost two pages of passport only for Syria...<br /><br />To go out of Damascus we were well prepared with the name of the next city written in Arabic to find the minibus, but once in front of all the minibuses, we started to compare the symbols…, and it is impossible, we have to ask to the people.<br /><br />Near Jordan, we stopped our last day in Syria in the city of Bosra, where there is one of the best preserved Roman theatres, and an ancient Roman city where even the people live. Casually we met here Zacarías, who has a restaurant, and he let us sleep in a Bedouin tent that has outside; and not only that, he took us to his traditional house in the Roman city, to eat with his friends.<br /><br /></div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139785121126100178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvSoTQBADHG16v4Vf1zvdcjtNRlnLpZjyvmQw0CmwmR3f8KPsbeIfZaLSmyE-SHmUN-bGS6I5GTvsaZZDHncqIE0Mnv_gQ5C4tLJjJl-7oV2wyGy-aRQk-82DlDQljq7qyWz_fcdcQzG8/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139784721694141634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0sZLdYdxDITkydoYoerNdYvMlNEdRJoWot3HJVtS9i4iFCOtljzxFS0_i4sXojSe7tq2vzSwbXEbkVdi7yAzFncTyGmzQr4B07vcJAz4YuBRxbBff4-5NbmbgND1xWkIEU7ThFpqomQ7/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139784171938327730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM_4BTzNsupjO-M8qMryX-EglNHdiw33mv-tB3_Vq_bfyRBDNzpWN-t0UZvC5qC8LNc6VLkHwaoSQ3kFiKF4Q__N2q5TJpyGf6ncdYbA5mQqH9y8kaSBquHapRt_nr_lx9eVybLrsC3iDX/s400/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139797602301062546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZjNP3JA8Z-KNDo32DP8-uF008rX_-Rdmh9md1pw2dC5YbwgS-irRJPeJu4VJbGNO-KItlNEsoPAA9Gwz0eVPTh5t6tkZrNgRjIiyKmYU_qelpPyWsaL-GAOqab5AjXrh-AgH-kXJr8Khi/s400/syria.gif" border="0" /><br /><br /></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-46296762545088938672007-11-17T10:44:00.001+01:002010-02-08T10:46:43.621+01:00COLD NIGHTS IN THE DESERTWe head towards the desert of Syria; and to go out of Aleppo we use the public transportation. The price of the fuel is so cheap in this country; (0,10 €/l.), and travel by bus is very cheap too; we pay 0,6 Euros for 150 km, with stewardess service included…<br />The road goes near the shore of the Euphrates River, in another of the Silk Road; the ground turned dry and arid, we saw the first "tents" of the Bedouin, nomadic people that lives of the cattle, without a fixed place to live.<br />The last days have been very comfortable, and to arrive Al Thaura in a windy, and rainy day without place to sleep, it was... But, it is good that always something happen; we bought some peanuts in a shop, and they invited us to have tea; once it happens this, the food and the accommodation is the following. We have talked a lot about the Turkish hospitality, but the Arabs... is too much; we couldn’t eat or drink everything that they gave us, it’s too much!, they treated us as kings, giving us an apartment in the city only for us, inviting us to dine with the family... they even went to find a computer I don’t know where, just to connect internet for us; for them everything of this, is normal; we don’t find the words to thank them for it…<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136436902406759298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjqJqgyLbM3Li30F1bC1OhG9OFt6LAHzDyzXDe8RHaoeonMU14aEwUKoLKHIwdkChRsqkRqPVV6CJ8TKWsq1sJ_5I3I0xhLpHy397v07HpKzlbM5zwxuXyBRBnOIxkQAnPC9xVuov5S4oE/s400/IMG_9566.jpg" border="0" /><br />María had the opportunity of stay with the women at the house of Tayssir, where they dress normal clothes, and have the hair uncovered; with the arrival of the men it was a big commotion in the entire house, to put on the long clothes and the scarf on the hair.<br />The following morning Nadim wake us up with the breakfast, nor in the best hotel... We went by hitchhike to a nearby castle, Qala'at Ja'abar, settled on the shore of the lake that forms the dam of the river; but in the desert it is very complicated to travel like this, arrive, we arrived, but we had to walk a lot of kilometers until we found some vehicle; and the transports that pick us up are usually pick up, which bring us in the towage.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136436301111337826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5v4fHweLW3wfsGb3SqoefRA68-KBXKOFrFKcK65GHiVK1M8ebenc5alM-QlT5pJfT63d8NIjKFvDnn-iERvI4GhIt2ST8p6oYIGIO7HELx9UNw6DBPG1nNSHhxFK7fkNyvgfx9Zb7joZ/s400/IMG_9565.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136434991146312530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71jEWBXu5opLOYuK7ThecPNg3muOzdIT7yWCabeLJ0oAdNSSLKUtGy26KFO2li1KCuc8UDjLlyMkjKc0fEkyhjFEr2ASv96q2_nfGuTxi_LxGj5jdnMkW2asB8euqo8v5i46e8mnUZfhy/s400/IMG_9558.jpg" border="0" /><br />We went into the desert traveling by our way, something that the people cannot understand here for the low prices of the transports. We found a small traditional village, where we were observed and pursue by the children. The night was falling and a truck stopped to take us; avoiding flocks of sheep we found the ruins of Halabiyeh where we pass a very cold night between shouts of bats and barking of dogs.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136434789282849602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSsde74V8h5iPZ4YcBSgHFcVq-TPffPmwQABFaWv-ZaJ1Z8oM0tcGsf_gz6B9Rw2cZSlV0IQ5t4oydg1eu94pJ2jJq0eIsobSUAN-L1TVYSC2UynB8-f0ZcKhIAVK-JYGC8Q02GtumxjW/s400/IMG_9579.jpg" border="0" /><br />The next day, it was the same, nobody passes with a car and we had to walk a lot. But on the way we had a nice experience; some Bedouin called us to have tea and to eat corn; real Bedouin people!, with their traditional clothes, the women with the tattoos on the face... We only could speak with “hand language”, but we understood perfectly that next time we don’t need to sleep outside, when we have a place here.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136434196577362706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7vOOQ2HIvvk-V8za2YQXFHX_gCtz8ft6ZD3BWfbVuRHjd_NEgL64gIDvBAeprFI7Q91CPP3E_Qossr42mAcDH3Ui2Sbl3MEnlPbB905VCs6KeGAc_NNBAsDWjlEVh794wMoU_Wae3pE5/s400/IMG_9583.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136434570239517490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZnywZH1lfbej_-66fUINr0uNl7DDlI6hkAC9JCA2c4lIAMdDgzrYDts95U6CUvr-uKjSLpJqLC32C3JIX__FxHAAKrBzd6LG-enQKMEiz6XDfqbeWWqgDaHqbSj3zjijJGQP8nj-Bnqn_/s400/IMG_9582.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136434368376054562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2x4h9s2Bl5tkZalbfnNclPbpXdMTs95MDuOxHb_jkrf39z1w4u4HpZw6Ai3sWNPOVZ2GnDUp9oaPdxdNX3ADRKJG49-tu7JEN-WxJXQXIUn__Vsbjh2rrO8GWa3rS4lq8GB0ZkSIujejq/s400/IMG_9585.jpg" border="0" /><br />The veterinarian of the area approached us up to Tibni, and we received a new offer of tea, but this time for somebody of the government in the Cultural House. We accepted, but during the tea, a policeman came and started to ask us questions as: -have you been in Israel?, finally he asked us for the passports, and started to note things. At first we refuse to give the passport, but we thought clear and we didn’t want to be retained again, as soon as they returned them to us we went out very quick.<br />The people always insist on stop buses for us, this time was another policeman, and from the beginning we told him a story…”this is very important project, we cannot take buses, strictly by hitchhike…” after one hour helping us to stop a vehicle (nobody passes), he pay a bus for us and we went direct to Deir Al Zor. Seeing the difficulty of hitchhike here, we took a bus straight to Palmyra where all around turned pure and hard desert.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136434016188736258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg_zKvlSrs-2q4V3DfFqNE_BDBWZqjhrrR1I8EdQfEKNA7BLyGAPgwdS_OjG4t0GY9GFhjvrDk1U4ELl85YDU6Cx5ZJ0N_nlh31N074OpJqQxfnfPC7vMbzoxE64mdoicxajsoZBIfy8tu/s400/IMG_9588.jpg" border="0" /><br />Palmyra is the emblematic place of Syria, Roman ruins from between the 2nd and 3rd centuries A.D., and where they have built a small town special for tourist, a corrupted place, very far of the authentic Arab life, a place where all the vehicles are taxi, where everybody have hotel; the people don’t ask, harasses; nobody helps you if there is not "money, money" first. We avoid the people, and we settle between the ruins and the castle; we pass the night into some ruins that we think are old tombs, because in both sides there were like six cavities to put the bodies. We were lucky to find this place, the nights in the deserts we knew that are cold, but really is too cold because the temperature fell up to about 3 degrees below zero.<br /></p><p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133861249174053378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnM6A2sGFqLUZQ4x9aRAiLrNSo7dEXrowBmLIaNYYFkbIpuDF0BQUzX7w7YqbWJdKoD4x36HyLa-DggpMjysoJp_NGhAmTahCD44jstm2csB5_ItJlxKh1-9J2mOSOciWpIcIVgvYyiYRA/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133860909871636978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQs_Cb9GFzyiuJRT48I5E_qnYAkgf0WR4dhZZCmqxTxiv5v1b3cTfWRdj3po9hjULtRSwOg57AkG83hrQ6jPxWdjq8FuLgwjtab_OUehD_Nh6yUj3sMMUMr0dZJyA-yGIm47pQvDNVZ-1/s400/IMG_9604.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133854256967295378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wEkyUuj4WjFzhds5fQcBq97MKAM1cFk8bvy42cv2s2hqYo4Wg4nNVBJV4GtPHAwa8ockVcsw_zStiVPvylc5pTvuyYu0N1BnvR6G7Q4qk4GUHrJpASB3f-duDEVMTtA5g_nRmwisuyO2/s400/IMG_9605.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133852908347564402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8WD2yIvRTNGqyl0QmW0bhqQk0DHc-_Owd4pJ3LAzt26vXiaPMjF2knTm4p6hnU0mzSLwOhFQBhGiZz5hc67Vz3Sp3-S6gdUcyezlbKzuMWXk77xH2Ah_AcHGS1hIk2p91JV2FTxbVC-V/s400/IMG_9608.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133852573340115298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUZSPCchYYZMNs6aDaD_sn3y3oANIaIH2aCksrtjdrGCEOMdDENuIh-3lWqIA9dXXv8654e-dsk1gam9gmDOD1BvW6VKoWW0zj8tDWOHjfqSrPYPgZHFVTFcEMk5QbCTdOUvxip4x_DVG/s400/IMG_9612.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133851052921692482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcwjpTx918FDf4FOeM2XVstGwQC0bA5bpZiycplAsL8F0Ycup1qqqDve3EfyhXx4JqSOrMsWQfwiviZby-WN_SO3RML2n6JQputV3fov4xFPc1Pof3M8IYxMdSwYwupueJsEwrrBJP97P/s400/IMG_9614.jpg" border="0" /><br />After several days sleeping outside and carrying with the house on the back, we are very tired, so we decided to take a bus to Homs; but in the bus station, first they asked us for four tickets, for the backpacks too; after that they asked for a high price bus ticket with that look of "money, money"; we bargain, but as they were laughing, we left; we put the hand up to the first truck that passes and he brought us very happy. With him we went up to Homs, and on the way he invited us to coffee, fruit... but we hallucinate when talking about the PKK, he took a gun to explain us with gestures that indeed there are a lot of problems in Turkey with the terrorist group.<br />In Homs, we were harassed by the taxi drivers again, all of them wanted to take us and they trick us with the distances, and they bargain their self bringing the prices down. And from Homs, to the north we found Hama. Here we had to look for something to sleep, we were so tired, anyway, the pocket not even notices it, with a hotel for 6 €.<br />Hama is the city of the water wheels; there is a sort of river that crosses the city, a contaminated river of corrupted water; but along it, is find these old wooden wheels, which give a special touch to the city.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133850653489733938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdBl4VBinamhBX_EX-f7533IzU2hN9RYmseEoeg38XppqzufOXWEKZkh6A5VcAdPOxHRVgISdbGsrfDRTWuR2sjIGQVcj1A0M2rS7z3tu5nL2AzdoosfekAv9lKpk41AUMwBPUGTPxW_l0/s400/IMG_9627.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133850275532611874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjF3Bawe_orIWVxp2qN_VXM0kVwfNarkwmFLAxD6UtK9bU_RAkK9QGcjgvmb6osecXoxNhbUgITgQ9N9JNETCLgJj1zN1NcJJsM4ixZNDJ0ZcaTeHYDlP7OZF3NtmMd-3LXxpyh15Whkt/s400/IMG_9628.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133849493848563970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkcomRrSEK5PJTeSs2d423ON7vrQc-8oiEyd65fqidvDDPGLixxgRbszt5cnC2MzPY3jxGTd188YCS9cuvYuNO0hWYjNTzsyV4kcqqYrOy2StptYdJuuC_6atpmiNcGehGrrSMbhn-Ylt/s400/IMG_9630.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133849893280522514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhru8LlgWMV_zR_SlBJ1N7kLrE5EbcYLtGmC0iZ33Z2prIPTKBcNkfiOQv09iUoBLlaSk7APit2PpTo0DmRoTxQLGyf0yz2mrqI-0bem8ChKdMrsNewVoSCgHSsrmLThyphenhyphen3YK5t_gHYbRlPP/s400/IMG_9617.jpg" border="0" /><br />The cheap transport is a very great temptation, but more is the temptation of the adventure and experiences. We left the city on foot, and it is not necessary to hitchhike, we only need to lift the hand a little, and the one that passes, the one who stops. First it was a truck and afterwards a very cute couple from Palestine, they told us that they had left their country and were going to be married in Turkey, because their families didn’t want to see them together. They left us in Ma'arrat an Nu'man and we cross the town looking for the road to Kafr Nobbol. Again we have offers of having tea, or smoke Narghile... we accepted in a car garage shop with the workers, they gave us tea and myrrh, a sort of very strong coffee that is served in very few quantity and is taken of a gulp.<br />We found the good road and a van approached us up to Kafr Nobbol where we met Rami, of CS. He and his friends took us by car to see the "Dead Cities", ancient neglected towns, built whole of stone. In the most important of them, Serdjilla, we saw two "ancient factories" of olive oil, totally built with stone.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133849120186409202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGAKIIyBRRgSobYP5sKuVifOd9Wr-Q1cj77K7NGmMxnbQ3lQlPeDFGRCxv-kfF-2e17j9tUhB9n0XN4I8fq2z4jUaj5nvx3aeFM13ZpEL62K0TPCSZwt3QSxp0aB5ZHx5_1N1aCLntu1n/s400/IMG_9634.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133848755114189026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgQT0Ra2EdlpHn3CC57lENl7kh6yNyhUG9K6VwrjJZptCXu9QyU5Ib-XWyHco7o3kUgFnFSKxXVSpW65iAMJ8wjG4YWRHM_hB3-aTRgYEt6p6VD7MoUBtG6JbBrhkEZgiLYX6udmbrGwaX/s400/IMG_9640.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133847913300598978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-XjZmKR4JtQoV3V8gwTCEARJFhY00Pyxz1Fgf-8im9hAb7fuThpH3Fzr1DoefM7ofl-EOAJh8i_H39t3iWJD_g_1ZKxOUE3uMq9btw8x5OUrjNDnWmV6ouTuJgpw16pt1cqzfx39LQXlZ/s400/IMG_9641.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133847531048509618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinuS2Kpq5cCNgo_sgJW7Lp9mKtRBjW9gowyx9NIglxSvk2qaGjOtNaCQxiWjZpjk6KYQcHPpMaPOO5o6QNw_ZxN2WNVi_ePtc-RwrryNU9_rnG-Dm9vEH1zURufezEjeuqDC9m6b5ptcAV/s400/IMG_9645.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133847157386354850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6dBYJkiGictUPG10JQdHgYZ5VXBIjMJb5HHvtap50Ui24AOhbJd5Wa_diTTDX3eNoUc_hyNeiC6VrekF4UuWjbogWMQKRhhUmEiVMsVa7sv-Cky-RQJLHieXoSmll2bsr0zXeH0y5ys_/s400/IMG_9647.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133846882508447890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWt64uhXT29t23oao5OtWJ-rxkzbqOoennMYzlBe5YyHz_Xn_CRF_1ZputZnGBdH9z2N9VgqTGovs-aHQHUHeS6lOKdgMO6rpYb-ZdcePMDuch5XmZi5cqdxc2YzP5wBKJLiKb1GmgyMr/s400/IMG_9649.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />The guys talked to us a little about how the life works here; for example what is normal is that the parents choose the couple of the children and agree on a meeting, afterwards they have a period of time to see whether it works; but the parents really have the last word. During the lunchtime we don’t remember the last time that we used cutlery, we always eat on the floor, using the bread as spoon, very different, and tasty...<br />Chances of the life, we went back to Aleppo... and we spent one night at the house of Rami’s sister. On the way we stopped in Ebla, a very important place in the history, but only remain that, history and stones...<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136433814325273330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUmSg0WOmcHWRHsAXsL51jHpG37rc1pNMMGEUjo8WXupi3OPSLDh722pmGJEhc5sD2aZRfHvcKCWPKnVUHNoVWa93GB1WLf2yDcUNLGFefzejBNV3Y1-oAlOXE-XII6zxikcxWhhyphenhyphen2ogS/s400/IMG_9654.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><br />We decided to leave by train up to Latakia, because the way is very nice, among the only mountains that Syria has, besides it is very cheap, 3 hours of journey for 1 € both tickets...<br />The liars taxi driver told us that the city centre is too far, to which we arrive in 10 minutes on foot. Latakia is very different to the rest of Syria, not all the women go covered up, is a lot less traditional; as Bani, the guy of HC, with a European mentality. He took us to his house in the mountains, where we pass 4 days of storms, rain... the lightnings falling just in front of the house, something very impressive. They were some disconnect days of the world, which have been very good to stop a little our travel, besides with the peculiar way of life of Bani we learned so much, we went to places hidden among the undergrowth, making bonfire... it was sad that we couldn’t see the fauna here, anyway we listened to the jackals and the hyenas at night.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136433689771221730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLL5BbwXuMu1V-gwuh0hNy6H6Pw2IzSsorD9Q9Z6uN71b3MUAF-gvjktWNSrTXRzPfXOeGUXckaI5ByGyBJ4-09lPlU8ZUXfwJa2YaR5AfSxBGEuO7c9URHOJkhasFO5bkHUZdAA1Sy_V/s400/IMG_9682.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136433492202726098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWBsuHSz5xna8uscJ-GNLpht6LrmbXlIRxdIcEF7wyAGStEFohjt7XkBaCOQ1t6oLJwqJrtoxZ7gzDGH-zHZ5aOqhSOPpbxLzgJ5q8tcs1BR3kXD_WBSumkGDV6Dju3e1lpGUNagXLa1U/s400/IMG_9671.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><br />We make use of the first sunny days, and we went towards the south by the coast, and again towards Homs stopping on the way to see one of the best preserved castles, a castle very important during the Crusades, the “Crac des Chevarlies”. The fort is very, very well preserved and we could pass days investigating its tunnels and secret doors.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136433363353707202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyl3QMqdPyxXmI4ql10PfhvOgrntrhgicbUTAgWw2Ptej3_RYofeH0vfa6AG-Fo9KLA6tUenntnXc2pPjMeFXPZu5aIzEF5jfwSpX0we6yxRQ1T1X0yY6lXIbfb-RvP0U8SdevQN1nQxp/s400/IMG_9699.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136433165785211570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfjSRSbuKQfsvH9cJ0-J6YKAmxo_MkA6MipUpI_Yjtp3tYpQbf6z6VZKksEMs4xBrGbZEJ02KkleOXC_Fda-JKl9LSdMNGJrfmHu6J1RKUYR_-RAHdTQXRYSBNsRxCW2mn7hddISDT_vME/s400/IMG_9708.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136433036936192674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAIuG3MlHwxLv3ffx2NaZoivejwhVxerTCSCX1lMhtznzyqMnGdMRvgrjMQqwJQSW31smxPGvy6qwkXFKmNCvArbfLNp7axJ2BtjrCVDFUN6rNYytfwJeZ-bYo1tJj5iC06glyMJMa1Bt1/s400/IMG_9703.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><br />Up to Maalula, we went by hitchhike, a town excavated and build in the mountain. The place is sacred for the Christians; mosques and churches are seen here sharing ground, and its inhabitants keep the tradition of speak in Aramaic. The night that we arrived we found a hollow among the rocks that it served to us to shelter in these cold nights.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136432878022402706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOA3mBp0UCs7rtmmueCK09L3knoB04wqIOpJFCtIjMQ78hJF1bLHcakYCePr5w5zfjdr_GgEJWKumU2f4T4Fwsol0RIU012ZrXtEB5UiTTd4dyAyb_qPREXW3WOkJVf2DfEnBGivY3Bk8/s400/IMG_9714.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136432727698547330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdy7CiUl5KQ3b8TIP1xRiG-dUVEfvyiQ5OHMzNTuOYxFdP7sfXTlNgfTimfBch6ejMAgOx2-eMgy76eeRzcDmQF0P5JOmyGiTzA1DIsm_JryUe1Cx5DHBO0XBBt1shN2TQN5SG0ObnW7MK/s400/IMG_9723.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136432358331359858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7S2dXdiOi59vql1xMawNybFpvonKLM2FGUMvzjvqXhBjhKZfKsZNqVkVeZWGHxNYIqdP42T8ggFX_nVDlxq6XgaMRjONN814ANdbTv-N10Rx3WYp5ok99Sl5mW6D3CzPtvy15Y7FoULJ/s400/IMG_9731.jpg" border="0" /></p>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-30960332933217662972007-11-10T07:01:00.002+01:002010-02-08T07:43:07.533+01:00ALEPPOTo do many kilometers in a day, even crossing a border, is a lot of time and very tired, because of that we left very early in the morning; but here the people is too hospitality, they always want to pick you up, the guy that picked up us, before to continue, he took us with him to buy some staff for at least 1 hour.<br />What we didn’t want it was to be trapped in the big city of Gaziantep, near to the Syrian border; and there we were... in the city centre; lucky we are that the people always help us and we manage to reach Kilis where we walk a little and a man offered to take us and to cross the border.<br />The fields around the two borders are full of landmines.<br />It is not a border of a lot movement, and it is very, very slow; we saw many touristic buses from Iran, searching for a cheap country for them and to pilgrim to holy Shia places. We also saw the bus drivers putting an extra money among the pages of the passports for the customs officers, by this way the make everything faster and without troubles.<br />Right before crossing the last control, the policeman asked us some confusing questions to catch us in a lie, and of course he catch us, because we couldn’t answer fast to the question "where will you be on 11th November?" The guy, angry with us, started to make calls, but the taxi drivers were pressing and finally he left us in their hands; lucky, that we were waiting for the man that had brought us up to the border.<br />He approached us a little more, up to the town of Azaz; this is very different to Turkey, is poorer, and the towns very old. We continue hitchhiking and something like a motor-cart stopped to bring us to the next crossroad, but on the way we realized that it was a taxi! We had problems because we hadn’t local money, anyway, he didn’t insist and we left. Walking a little bit we found another car to go to Aleppo, and finally we finish traveling today... although with a lot of risk on the road, here there is not sense to drive and the driver continuously had to avoid cars that came head-on.<br />From the outskirts we already saw the chaos of the city that we approached; lost somewhere we asked uselessly, the language changes radical, many people cannot read the Latin characters; we introduce into the Arab world...<br />While we waited for a minibus, a man came to help us, we called to our contact of HC and they talked; the man took us to meet him. For a moment we doubt, thinking that he was going to ask us money, but not; the help to the foreigners are points to enter into the kingdom of Allah.<br />Ahmat, the guy of HC, owns a hotel, and he gave us a room for free for some days, for some days we felt as normal tourists… taking the visit of Aleppo very calm and slow. Ahmat is very attentive, we share some days dining together; he smokes around 5 packets per day, and one day when he smoke a rolling cigarette, he inhale the end so strong that he gulp the cigarette!<br />In the hotel we met other travelers some of them coming from Australia, others going by bike to China till end the money…we like to know people like this, with those who we share anecdotes, advises...<br />Aleppo is a very old city, the Citadel is the most famous place here, a big fort that is on top of a small hill, but it has to be completely restored; the best thing are the sights of all the city.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131166992243853602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigyVjHX-6moHof_A5Bwov-7QkEX7SfzVHzFXRoJHd1CEV-DZzak7P2J6F4rPDj6YTyXDxRsqP9RxcZPbOvdhH6LY0ZR2QEtJud6f4LTkZ9ygXEdBs32M-6uAKxW7jc0hPhcUpwF7UYjMyG/s400/IMG_9496.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131166781790456082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIeHWsfZaAy26pnYihtIlWO81RfMGENdMhf1B7fmJ2_Nm4Cm2hQ5fmGwwdnvTFlxNW1loDpWjq56XgjEMZLYO8ZT9XPkJcbBlEVmZXNjvc5AS2eZw92pJfj15zVRHdNRC-AqH160tMe2xL/s400/IMG_9500.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131166519797451010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghjhy2ZzJDdOGxmPjOR_hJomkIWQrNSVxABia2gPtvvY-856RedIQEM3jQQVunkmlteuAxkm5A4L0dN2a9SEcG-UlZpZ9hmZ8RKmABsVeALxnGCClRhI5UjBZ3rCOZW96Z2OXB6fT9T9If/s400/IMG_9508.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131166382358497522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGK_KQ3Yv-vDLm5_gu9R53fcABrAL_hKRnZ3ZjX2NlaAH14vprmSzemwNMkb3sI20vfO6GcGFDlWfSr-r3rBN4MUrnbBc52iFwuNsbNL08wFcwPEj0wNWboov-BIAg3Lez9RH-afdAp_6L/s400/IMG_9510.jpg" border="0" /><br />In the national museum are very important remains of the first civilizations, in Mesopotamia; but they have it quite disregarded. The student card in Syria offers important discounts, from the 150 pounds of entry, we pay only 10 pounds, (0,14 €).<br />Al Madina Suq, is a market of great movement, crowd of shops with vendors that call you without ceasing; butcheries where we saw camel meat, and among other things, soap, something very typical of Aleppo.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131167383085877570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzAFBbj8oSfapM7VyD9PRWPkn2g37FuCqb78VLkNGYpqcyc1W4ncJ246loPkNZenosRu9VeLj1poSN5f69Nm0YfhbdvTPsXlNopLBjUyOZ62Z52kYedaXB9_jnUKFB0pngZDNmuHaN7Wdn/s400/IMG_9525.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131167541999667538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3i057SgDNMrz6Loc_IHGIvcwa2x1IN0HsIqvlSpFRHjjk6X_4tB-aMIz-bjUOkDeYGHnl5_IppNxPLawBr1SbE1GfsOMcuaeryV-58-CHFjBRgTbGxztIZ8gCDbkGLffOk7urlOcH9puJ/s400/IMG_9483.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131167189812349234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosHZXgpgZXbwMyeVYAEfENBgxQSzk307UyaO4tL4YU8cUWIw2WMr4TPQT3xw_pb82d3aLQjUvbyt9qA56SChfk6Ua-_mEfT8wo3hsFSTU-ZBHI9Fm4b8yWmtYmQYPZJU0m4-TZLWUN0NE/s400/IMG_9495.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131165325796542658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXk0K9Aaf2owTLyr7gTX9cpQEJBwmqzHvvDG5ZCXhnNntXjoWp9Zyy4lsUMc4uKzelKCJkLl4ds2Jh7Y6M8kZvnXe9pGMSQty9tJCR4oQ0toNGe5p2IIbQO8wxwGju0RQg3Q9Z5d9YqV5W/s400/IMG_9534.jpg" border="0" /><br />This big market connects with the big mosque of the city, practically entire of marble, and with a tomb that contains remains of the great prophet Mohammed. In Syria they are more conservative than Turkey and make us to wear tunics to cover us; the women go with the covered hair, and many of them totally in black.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131167915661822322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30J2FRKvFIjOXtZwgbeAuGYeNHP-0Yb3w1xurxTO5HvtkdOsw2IHLHigW7Y9n3VPLEwV3Ops5isnS3fQp4W0-bReKVGAS9Bv9RmS7mdAI8ClLb2T2qR866adrMTovrfItIOhUGZ-X4AJ8/s400/IMG_9470.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131167756748032354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2cGH2lDyrlv5VKJyG-cbYnGIWWdZGRL6XlKCmx0-Ds5kr-sjEaeJ7verrr7-cE3L3AzyT_LVm-JWQ1YsoSBNRZpE8vstO2oKoqBJe5GJX0e0j1Rai8NWAV-rQcwJYrTH_GJyP6rTxv5I/s400/IMG_9471.jpg" border="0" /><br />The people on the street usually greets us and welcome us to their country, we are always ready to chat a while too, for example there was a young guy that showed us part of the city, it was strange but he only wanted to show us things and stay with us.<br />Since we left home, the traffic has kept evolving little by little; but it is here where we noticed that we are in a very different culture, the traffic lights are not used, and to cross the streets it must be advancing among the cars...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131165939976866002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlEk1uj-9Ij4K1BV9AzTpy6epRoLEg8YVj-CIg_nbFNaXcwTvwx7CoqDvVa2pvgMKXAh15EmTootS6MCUwNwSNS_ae2S0LdyebB0wmErnZhyCdtNa-5DPeVNrFDEE0CafNF8BPVX7XC6Jf/s400/IMG_9532.jpg" border="0" /><br />The city is so old that many streets are shored up to don’t fall, the entire old town, is a big labyrinth where it is very easy to get lost.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131166189084969186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL2ngXwdWrsnb9i9nubpzM-08AupyU7FLizwaBky9-BBmensv84UijYfzmvpTYrCPYsIALVzYnxNPi-GxbuEi_DN5ZMnb8s0-T2HDenv4d_a-0kE5NMrHqhlmrJIkNyF-mXsPdQWhS_Co/s400/IMG_9529.jpg" border="0" /><br />On prices, we are amazed, Syria is very, very cheap, the urban buses 5 pounds (0,07 €), to eat on the street something like kebab is 15 pounds (0,21 €); but... for the price of one hour in internet… you can eat 7 kebabs!<br /><br />We have always heard that this country is very safe, and we believe it after have seen a photo… see who dare to commit a crime... On the day previous to our arrival, the government hanged right here at 50 meters of the hotel, 4 boys who were exposed the whole night with the bandaged eyes and a white tunics with something written in Arabic; they were guilty of murder and steal. People have told us that it is not usual, but it is clear that here they don´t think twice…David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-81220570764415627942007-11-04T09:56:00.001+01:002010-02-07T09:58:47.870+01:00KURDISTANFrom the border we kept seeing the snowed summits of Turkey... and we were going towards there, the road which we went up to Kars is the best landscape that we have seen in Turkey, and the less touristic, here the people started to notice us of the danger of the terrorist group PKK, three letters that must be pronounced in low voice.<br />We pass through snowed pass of more than 2.600 meters with solitary villages where the people work taking the flocks of cows and sheep, a very hard life, very different to the west of the country.<br />The man that pick us up by hitchhiking, the first that he said was: Yes!, I’m going to Kars… but you… what are you doing here? He was very nice, stopping in some places to take photos, besides he invited us to eat fish in a beautiful restaurant among mountains.<br /><br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123845123094262882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6_T2H7awrpC5T35onLzpfwtcFngYD_nYinR1Df8y1okEjatwPFUh2BCqKwCfmFCOvJlM1fwfv4l55FWl1WVsZ2SgpS_bTmAxWIDDkWplELeMksHXUdwj4d3XJDl8FFRoSCec4L8RY5AZ/s400/IMG_9153.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123844672122696786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxSJXxFSTQUP4fl7TAwESdoQdi-cQMdhbxOzSjVG18gYVkHiH-KjeqvGicP_evocTBSEMeqWYGSCxEC60gqc7DDfseE9oGLwPg-Sx1eSXGP5_35VbKd8ABxaWgwIEnEathDPzLCBR4Fbd/s400/IMG_9174.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123844405834724418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwdZY2An5nD3XzNMwnaHi0EGqk82Q-OTyTc8CUixcrEHdRx87XDSk43sh3LSGSTI-LsARNHt8lCwVaJap-uwNgOorlKbmcn-RldvA_ImVtHzE_lgM2OTKBNQm1d1XwHP3QPyGAfKneZvZ/s400/IMG_9181.JPG" border="0" /><br />In Kars, we were hosted by the friends of the students of Nevsehir, and it was exactly the same... Aydın and his friends, gave us everything and they took us to see many things. Even they got a car to go to the castle of Ani, which is at the border with Armenia and nobody go there, not even buses, because the border is closed between these two countries.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123842245466174514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRrnb6oxp7FZW0bdO40buveKw9ikAiVHcgAxTmqBoefmKUwBtlbIFyKNypXbik494zJMP4vYkzSuniF3KGMMQKWvEOft4s_0-OItH7cQOQVYGT6layd2DBlnpjONjuAD73cmKJW9Bhh6K/s400/IMG_9186.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123841712890229794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCag6fEQoOSrC9-4kdluLcELcw0KhmkZ3t4CHV1xNv8KYNC-GHJmXn55mVJ2D8XuLPZET1DNQtzSe3m-65bga_S10_ueL8CB-mwAZ2RXWbvD0uLXmGzaNZYmUlZlz0ynmOyzirsdfNndqC/s400/IMG_9206.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123840402925204482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiik5Pm0ZU3aQwzmGO-830axlggmNOTDTuOb_TPV3dLRtxwhXxabZlgi7J9n_vtNO0qxallXUfBQ-9wrsloUi9mTRfwWNUWlhmnlZn0wVWUvKdHlNoZma5Md4pomvQG3pIZzFZXV7exUM_Q/s400/IMG_9213.jpg" border="0" /><br />In this photo it is seen separated by the river, Turkey and Armenia.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123838715003057138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJS-Qgxq3DGgZ4EVWWFSMP1_QIYgua7uNvmzkYrGPGK7uk9ex1yKTFPiRVuYZRrH-mS0k6WQtFxoYtguwwz3D_Ezhq3zVWrjFbyD_NAQgt8v07kYJSiNnOasFQ81qCwEmvZpS0R7THk_rE/s400/IMG_9219.jpg" border="0" /><br />The visit of Kars city was incredible, one of the guys has a policeman uncle, and at night, during a routine control, the policeman took us to see the important places in the city. It is very curious, here the policemen go patrolling through the streets and with the megaphone they give advises to the drivers.<br /><br />We left the coldest city of the travel, Kars is found at 2.000 meters of altitude; we enjoy about 2 degrees, but in winter it’s around 45 degrees below zero; we go into Kurdish lands, a place forbidden to pronounce in Turkey, Kurdistan. Through these roads the antiterrorist military checkpoint with tanks are constant. They always stopped us to check the cargo and ask for our passports. The soldiers are entrenched with the sand bags prepared to any attack. The villages have changed in houses of adobe with all the loose animals which cross in the road. Checkpoint after checkpoint we arrived to Iğdır, just in front of this city is the Mount Ararat with its 5.100 meters of altitude.<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129002906156206242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjygLwjZHKD_15aBNwp11DWDDod8MAObl6343OYllSFFAmtRd_Xg3yYnIVXlvSrL8hQcnZ3QYj0abKC0GLoCuMpm4MFlCLZA4yf78qnIx1N-kKZL99IHhTC79I1vokfRBsT6tLqhdU9sf0b/s400/IMG_9250.jpg" border="0" /><br />Here it is not usual to see foreigners and the habitants offer us to go to their houses to have a cup tea, but we must reach Doğubayazıt before gets dark; we caught a small truck; in that moment, a boy asked me if I understood his English, I said that I did and he was super, super happy!<br /><br />We turn around the Ararat until reach Doğubayazıt where we tried to get in touch with the member of HC that waited us, but was very difficult; in Turkey is great that when you ask to a person on the street, in 5 seconds appear 20 around yours trying to help you, and in the end between some and others we started to understand something. We went to a place where they told us and we wait there; but when a car came to pick us up and started to go around, neither we knew where we were going, and the driver very proud said all the time that he speaks English but he spoke Kurdish to me. Finally we realized that Fakur lives far from the city, only 10 km from Iran, in a PRIVILEGED place, not for the village, but for the landscape. Our arrival was like: where we go! but in spite of his humble house, this family was a great experience in our journey; we lived the traditional life of the Kurdish people, where it is usual large families of about 7 children at least. About the bathroom; we see that they don’t have it as a cozy place, it is the dirtiest place of the house and it is outside the house; they don’t have shower or hot water either, so they warm up the water in barrels with an electric resistance. Their hospitality consists in that we are kings and they don’t leave us to help them, which is more incredible because they have nothing…<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129002738652481682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4or0-9LeN95rSZb9AfMe_1UJgQ6_dLmghSx9WnhfroUCF-eQU7c6MDdvWiKBs4bTUkptzVTr2vc_hK6Bemg8SnWWzYrWhSDqqtHUA-SLvbyOqe2GpsFi762eNnnsziN41QC_sx3bN8Dct/s400/IMG_9267.jpg" border="0" /><br />This village it’s only three kilometers from the supposed Noah Ark, you can take it in a thousand ways, but officially has the form of a boat and the wood is petrified from thousands of years, the rest for the imagination… It will be or will not be....<br />There, where we go, always are children that accompany us and in this case approached a Kurdish girl that simply wanted to pass some time with us.<br />When we went back to the village a man brought us down; here a stricter Islam is seen, when María went to shake hands with the man, he put his on the heart, forgiven himself because he cannot touch a woman...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129002498134313090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5m4VQntTxOLmcMljufzWvC6dqDCLfsl1YXPW_MVopxB9jwpHvu2L2pDgIn4Wt__N-ZCw44C1WXCnNakJAzFPlVLDlGgCSgqDEMcAQEXQtXNmvX590WZu6J-nJuOImIum-X41Y6mfHld_l/s400/IMG_9265.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129002296270850162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-O7lC6CrOv0Xld4N3B_a6MiPNAjO-RA0_QLD1hwMJeYRpl9kIPjJSk7qTeOYc58WaQg4-2b3uluIZgatqHoKweyBw2rBVmmB8Q1lGVTvaQNQriYCh3XPymjdw57f7bhyGwKWUvtc4eTv/s400/IMG_9261.jpg" border="0" /><br />The day that we left, we hitchhike to the truck drivers that came from Iran, and the driver came with a lot of pistachios (typical from Iran), he took us about 30 km and gave us 2 kilos of pistachios and two pomegranate. Bordering the Iranian border we go towards Van, that city that always people said us "don´t go there!" But really nothing happen, simply continuous military checkpoints where they ask us for the passport and revise the truck in depth.<br /><br />The west and Turkish east is white and black; here the people live, or, badly lives of the cattle, the children don’t go to the school and with 8 years old are already working. The houses are of adobe and they have the pile of animal excrements outside to use it as fuel and to warm up in winter.<br /><br />In Van, Hamdullah and Ahmet hosted us, two Kurdish guys who gave us a very different vision of this big problem that lives Turkey. They feel in a strange country that doesn’t give them freedom of speech. We cannot know up to which point it is well or bad; which is true, is that the Kurdish people have a very different culture of the Turkish, a different language and nearly 50 million people divided among Turkey, Iran, Syria and Iraq, without an own country.<br />During these days the demonstrations against the PKK are continuous, everything is getting worse, Turkish and Kurdish join each other against the violence.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129001682090526786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1Po-zfcta-VhR-TkpDNLVUdE8uloGYvz6vU9BTghhsOoqeedWsZ6S4T9RyrsBR7zoUeaFZ_2hEsBNNzFUhIiGRSdymXNlflBMZk6K5O5rqOFZlXUcatLDqQaw79nxLEggtK_2AleJVLH/s400/IMG_9291.jpg" border="0" /><br />Hamdullah was very nice with us, he brought us to see the city settled on the shore of a lake with a castle of stone and adobe walls; Hamdullah had to go to work, but he wanted to stay with us, so he went to the doctor to ask for a medical report simply claiming that he didn’t want to go to work... he also prepared us a Van Breakfast, the most famous in Turkey!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129002090112419938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNZRfqUENCtk0BzTi7IrecwT6pz8UrfUCkQcY40wuzyCPZiazm8CYwz6CNnu83kt9LHhqTl-G6I6-R2EHx1hyphenhyphenUgFdG-QRDDluEvroTD7SYznDgH4svIX6LF6lIvIImv8RUOTvOH-rw4lN/s400/IMG_9279.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129001914018760786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-X6_RF9gft2JXR01vYlDK7cRWJxNELgEvxIqNa_-E5JEslllb8Xssl0B2i6AJACdnwoLMKDB02b6anIDWOD5ygKuODkcrbQSrA3DfP9BI4sSKTkaAThQ-1E_v_o-Jlt0oEJGsPwKWmxw/s400/IMG_9294.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><br />The following city will be to forget forever... Diyarbakir is found at 370 km from Van, is the "capital city " of Kurdistan, and lodges the second biggest wall of the world, after the Chinese; we arrived with only one truck. On the way, checkpoints with tanks as always; and always seeing two foreigners is motif of stopping us and asking us for the passport.<br /><br />We never had problems until now with a member of the club, it was here and it was very important, this person drugged us from the first day with something that even we don’t know, we pass three days “flying”, even one of the days we did a small “tour” by the surroundings, Mardin, Hasankeyf (a place that will be sunk forever by the construction of a dam in the Tigris river), and Batman. A "tour" that we remember vaguely, and in which we could have possible risks as hitchhike late-night in the place less indicated, in Batman. But under the effects of that drug we were not capable of thinking rationally, not even to think about leave the house of that person.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129001536061638706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9PoPzh49SnigVXmE6alirqV_cC06HrXQLjT_JEGkiEaxKU6-NKbl7GoWUZJ16my-MYKHob3pdq5f0kFxb57EgeNOaXjXx6ef2GpzvG9PoqeVm6iTtYw2qXwLaZEQLKzntEwXSLla75I-D/s400/IMG_9307.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129000251866417138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5w2NendM0sbBTRInuZjLkXY6bD2-9qN_iHtbVFpF-0xrXXXgWb5uu1P_5_Pq2KSs9jvv9hXOPTNdVpS9EDnx0uxIi13ptUrOTRg6WVmNPKIHQISfvHkLNqvZa0Hp6hmLJ_VONtbk-kglQ/s400/IMG_9322.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128999972693542882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4LCWJN0PJrU6wTP5mAWshWlPU_Qz7ywLEqeeIi5K927UawBgPxNu7urAQzk9RBoMbPtDeqgXXEZd1eY8DfmCe1HfaGX925v0-yzDUrPBtsSBEmT7VLnC_B5QBi_s9B3ygDlJOyZ-VHFf/s400/IMG_9338.jpg" border="0" /><br />The last day the thing exploited when he came in our room and attempt to misuse María.<br />We went out running, still “flying” for the effect of the drugs; the police arrived, and we all went to the police station, this day they behaved well although we had to tell them that we needed an analytic, they didn’t know how to proceed… We made the report and this night we were helped by another member of the club; Erkan and his family gave us the affection that we needed in that moment, although we remember very vaguely everything.<br />On the following day we had to go to police station again, and we found out that the criminal was at home. We could not withstand the risk to go to his home. Doing this, we pass from attacked to aggressors, we were denounced of "possible crime". They retained us, there was a judgment, and supposedly we won, but they retained us for motifs of safety for a night. A retention that changed in prisoners, and changed into a big problem that almost took us to the deportation to Spain, something that would break all our schemas and dream.<br />Fortunately the pressure and the performance of the Spanish Embassy in Ankara, who was in touch with us all the time, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Spain, obtained our freedom and fought until justice was done, 24 hours helping us.<br />In the moment that we were free, and the criminal in prison, we didn’t think twice, we run away from this place, the police left us in the bus station, and we caught our first bus in Turkey up to Siverek, and from here in a minivan we crossed by ferry the Euphrates River, up to Kahta.<br /><br />We stayed again with a charming Kurdish family, with the same curious habits, as eating sitting on the floor. They don’t use tables, they put big trays on the floor and we all sit around.<br /><br />Our idea here was to go to Nemrut Dağı, and they told us that to hitchhike here is impossible, but… how they tell that to us! we went there in many different vehicles, even in a police car where we were 6 person plus guns... We manage to go up to this mountain of more than 2.500 meters of altitude where there are a huge stone faces from the 1st century B.C. A very cold place, with a lot of wind, but very special for us, because here we have celebrated our 9th anniversary, with an impressive sights.<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128999852434458578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2M9GNSuXnAvgL1ZrINNcSzelIkYxaK_-b39yQZ1SBFjp9lDPsB_pASZozi1cp1DeMcgB8UXbDuyBTkfMDeQa2wRWFCPdgWiwijiafbsJf3jkP8aF0gExxTSdHsaMaKprjtnPnGMFyfv0/s400/IMG_9353.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128999603326355394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34Eer9vjkSFCghCdeei7I4MaYYOiXtlwv_uK3wMi_2LWNLwic9u2WNpfAbxSR6jBbWwEbymT59KOPAAZWW4T_zEqf6ip1F7lwPI4_YALE4nNM2YANNo4cjHFWFdkWasFwtXVJBEPDzweE/s400/IMG_9354.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128999384283023282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNnYClJFp2wMHQkiSiUYF-JLi_Nv2x-uyVbg4eo1xpTJbCrX99v3_AaMB-2iQVF7H1w0GjywlHi4G2vn9JEgfgptUYihUUD1CsgeOI60MSZmrwYHeJCfljY1MYolWabeY8SOPqhOMWYJ7E/s400/IMG_9367.jpg" border="0" /><br />Arrive…we arrived, the problem was how we were going to go back; but we are always lucky, in the summit of Nemrut we met a Swiss couple that came by van from Australia! we talk with them and they took us down, up to Kahta.<br /><br />The car that took us to our last destination of Turkey, burst the engine on the way, we keep hitchhiking, and arrived to Sanliurfa, where we found a dry weather, more arid and a very nice temperature to be November.<br /><br />Here it is said that, it is the city of the prophet Abraham, and the most symbolic places of Urfa are related with him.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128998795872503682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZPpZEvFeRBPR7MRy0H0FK0JwGxClWkUyz1USi5t5iLtGQct3cPlyO4zadNclmIbBzKLH1RdxDpInoISuikPkiaLRKwICvZZeFeAwZsAvPdwR-Vx14YSdUfDrhqZM-ZzB1lHxz9iG8vN6/s400/IMG_9408.jpg" border="0" /><br />We found more Arab style, we are very near Syria... The markets of the city are authentic! everything is handmade; but is complicated to move tranquil for the hundreds of eyes that observe our movements, and the children are a little tiring with the “What is your name? Our answers keep varying, inventing different identities...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128998980556097426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvenSQq2gdsbIEkifz6Hdyx1R2OjJGQ7Hjn4EU7Whf0ZqynO_ro1IA54pw_Hj7OZPkvDmnGGFrUtM620CJYrXsbyfa5Lxqbe0gREFgnvTjdE7j8hUlKUu0qEYa18MPpxeVsn_uVTyh0fEc/s400/IMG_9388.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128999135174920098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmJErI0BPf60xLFN97bRAGIZgXs0oNLmBWpbXB2uqtAIZVW7YbwFd-VBiPKcRMVoE_JEn0q4Z5X3gNqF-X1jipxMa81IW7wed5xzNv-uauwxy4qvsXxv5_cgMRwwC5zv_jlQAjq4fgX1UV/s400/IMG_9392.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128998559649302386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQj6U731Pods863yPey6oKPkaZ3qE6GhPrHzTxwO2iB8J6NiSifrkO2rJHgz0aX2E4hgveQ-B3Xdz75Md81r75YuheailgoHV33NiITwiU3qjnfB6F92yy0AS1ymp96R32HsEkpzd4YzY/s400/IMG_9406.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128998319131133794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4JItZowTOoNVXzlrEGvkKyXWWoBuFSJxrU_iYbIYWYTHukePRKXQ50hCQC4zcu0wzhDMrX2VjSDk77oPVXIvcS4S5wOnHM5zH029AOATpygt8b3nrv8OK98hgabZYZkr8ctoGrxyf_B7/s400/IMG_9394.jpg" border="0" /><br />And from here we went down to Harran, an important point in the old Mesopotamia, is said that the first University of the world, was build here.<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128998177397213010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76uJToIf67BIsTcvP4gmX2LTwNxi5toih2-T2ly6hyphenhyphenV1GQEzDjigG35Vv4QhJ_tOpyYhkPhNxU9OpRMmDraY291W3A9dM_s0bFkBOp5DNJCLBdRyV5H6dzHuBM2-YeUurxvj1JqxtyuJF/s400/IMG_9425.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128997881044469570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Au1CXBjanUqywflYPbU-csva2YZfDXxP6dfk6lCCwC4nl315dH4_bV_N7U37YM-MSOBaVUJvK54Paxb3dBC9_bCC1Njr7zM2R1jqMFRSxetHDpdM4aQd1xN5n4jmQDgVsK4aqz8TFNlY/s400/IMG_9433.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128997524562183970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3Ru78Aq_Q_g7IXH7JB0QycODla18-RZTfL_2JkqxtcwNv4vi_iRoVDpEu5kY6uUwEl-gqpn6QH4-kEI169OQpbmUpfDTiZO92hz6U6bHfme-MISLQzi5THB3E7dVfaTXHrH2ig9130dk/s400/IMG_9429.jpg" border="0" /><br />We conclude our travel... in Turkey, a hospitable country, where the people have always helped us, and has welcomed us with a lot of affection.<br /></p><p></p><p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129007476001409202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN11V1TkS4Ata_rgN2G1beNI7UuZiNS_wU8OWdhE6ad1hKujQX9dd6IgG8QSS2SZf-7L-0-eOMeR9Gd_bC7R7W0tNheN-Nq9zGNsL5c6Q6wSxySoQr_R5fgyK7hHCmVC90BOl4glhIPoz0/s400/turkey%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /> </p><br /></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-52787078541076688282007-10-21T06:19:00.001+02:002010-02-07T06:21:11.971+01:00GEORGIAWith the end of the Bayran, (3 festival days after Ramadan) we left Turkey for a couple of days, to do a quick visit to Georgia, on the way to the border the people that pick us up buy food for us, Turkish hospitality... is great! We crossed the border very quick, and without problem we got a free stamp. We advance one more hour the time, and the night was falling over us, once in Georgia we realized that this is no good… The prostitutes wait on the road to be picking up, the cows flood the main road, and the corrupt police stop to the truck driver that took us, to put him an absurd fine... And arriving to the coastal city of Batumi... we hallucinate. Everything is broken, dirty, the people is cold and sad... It wasn’t good idea to walk in Batumi by night, and we thought quick where to sleep. We trusted somebody that we found in the street and offered us to sleep in a house for a few money and accepted; since France we didn’t pay for sleep...<br />The building was falling itself as all of them around, they are like buildings on works, or as if a bomb would have fallen and remain like this. During the night we realized that the man wasn’t trustworthy, he had kept keeping the little extra money of all the bus ticket, and attempted to swindle us when we went to buy food. Once in the house he started to ask a lot of questions like: Do you have laptop? Do you have mp3?... A day that we pay for sleep and we couldn’t sleep well in the whole night.<br /><br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123854383043753234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8ujiil5K9jdr6ZVm2UruLy08U96ZZ66-F43swk7Wi5_ekWA9kosA8f7GjseCM4lJX9yjVf1I1ic1yUZpmP_RpOmRYB_14dnuZ9dMBWXJ9jmadkO1AwT-vPt-r-d-IVa38AAdgMXfop7e/s400/IMG_9029.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123853631424476418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9HaHrnDx9Kqy9_Az8Y29fvgrp1sjdqaaYTkx6u1NS_ye35AMY_PKaOupjEa8xzB-Z7c8EOrCCAXdTwX62LsMnt7iRuJL9hj0N2CMHkggL8hASYUuPbgxWib8pgu9AF46hIBBI9b5Xrlt/s400/IMG_9030.JPG" border="0" /><br />We knew that the Turkish truck drivers cross Georgia on the way to Baku, (Azerbaijan), and we thought that it would be a good transport. To hitchhike here, we guess that it is not so safe, but for sure we must to pay for it; because of that, we follow the route of the Turkish and we tried to stop a truck; here they don’t trust so much, but only cost us 10 trucks of waiting and a long way avoiding cows, pigs, and a chaotic traffic to cross this poor country with destroyed cities and old neglected Russian factories. Because of that there is so much unemployment, and the life is extremely cheap for us; besides there is a high level of criminality and abuse of narcotics.<br /><br />In Tbilisi we met Daniel, an incredible person and great traveler who coincide with us in the same house of Lasha, the guy of HC. He continues his journey towards China crossing Kazakhstan with 12 years of journey already, and great experience; on these days we learned a lot from him. Together we went through the streets of Tbilisi, showing us a philosophy of travel, and vision of the things very different.<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123853219107615986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnr4yR3g4BQDNXJ_bF3X5NZwlcwzjmv8TxsMbV_FZyfrvhO-bi22lz8EVUrQWiZL5kAXqrlbvqsbJMCgeLUT_jlmCGIpuLTUhU9Julvyo85W-q1NLSDqrWn_fhqBqBzDkai9Msr7JdVKeR/s400/IMG_9092.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123851810358342882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHbIUJEqtk-5H-NRkNwYCANOukiddSo5ZFCrWiTQeFdlwe6p6m3BMy-0o33ugpQdTVvFNqJayqpadv8F3rDSw45U5RkxVRVsw1oxb8dFs4bUExt-q21PFyJ5iPowBJEbgV02yxwGhIsIK/s400/IMG_9056.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123850745206453458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBfFIi4I8DEImo3Lj1Radz5-522TNOHacJgbb_AsxairrjyoTJgSU8k-vw3af79TD_X3rYozwBdpxW6g0CiB4XdWTou7mlrOauQjq6kxVxUAFsSfSN7CmAlzDRb3MwJX_2sej4cl_R4c85/s400/IMG_9097.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123849418061558978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibP_6fkzCbNhoPjAnCt0sSa5PQD5Qg3uuvsBwAxtbhXzzFtgRHsS1etk4zA3P66F2567B0vdTQl11ZuWBShkN1jx2K6BYH6Yyw2Kf5VuLcU1XLhTjdZ8W7FQ3Cx724tS7efz8-q8sxWC3R/s400/IMG_9099.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123848593427838130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHviYBkh-pJVdYW0E8O5_9jktJp9AxFEbxwPdkv7Rxjc8EPG99c2taAJhcmxVvl8KYGsuCpGuHDh7ZjGwDGEiuF_1VYAVeck52p32JiWwxeZQxDGU7BLU8Of85M_vPsOxhLdK4qFFYgJd/s400/IMG_9105.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123847884758234274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcHOYmpezu4NfU9owGtul81A17NPk7B8kjvpOoedSJZ_IrXafRMoB8QoEpE0NeLPfemtslfy7WjQjpbZJcUXZl9YkP9Sav77GiJfDQmFAdEXp9hVXPI7IhDf5g7ASW05yWH7k6P8o5YwDn/s400/IMG_9104.JPG" border="0" /><br />The experiences are the best thing in the travel, going to a bakery to buy a bread and ending up having vodka with the bakers is something... They gave us a mountain of breads and they charged us less for which we buy at first. With our arrival, more people kept coming every time and they didn’t let us leave until the vodka was finish. Something very curious are the toasts; the person that starts, must say some words about the present people, and as longer he does, more important is the person.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123847012879873154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXtCQE9P9-HF8-UZnWdX7XHHLgtIaFg_PVkEUeM8N7ArCbNvwYNGYtuiHu5Ps6mEmhP2NKky_upqfZstiF6FRnHgvj0MLghrlyDSJlkBypBuVqw9GyD6E81_grYUfjG6BnfOw288h_VVWE/s400/IMG_9135.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123847377952093330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIj4dpg8KQhX5Bad2uzn5pbocjBMpF51U2FnVIqGWkwJmh_q_bhASt4jk2GAgZygV1U-tpipXcXshi230NE72yOhocDltcfnBq_DsCjxNd6JbwZt-FSl4VgqaIHoBi0DfjR9xUIdYYsU7u/s400/IMG_9122.JPG" border="0" /><br />As the country is so cheap we bought train tickets for 2€ (430 km) to go back to Turkey, and as we arrived, it was as returning home…<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123845745864520818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_xmqeY1FULd0HiJLJORsCtBLCMazvdIywNGdFbGJKB5v7jDbKo6N3Hgh2EzsEL5HcZ4H7KCGFSOe2rgVZnMtqFhtRa6mlj3GxHujUDmGRE0kj6_1EROKslxhgKVmuSucX6AG6BY_E8XeB/s400/IMG_9149.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123866898578453890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYE1eaDywkoWgG7m0vn_-KViSzdyKoJDEm-K7X3QVtvd3CIfr-RChBtlqvNpVSeU3TRbH7RhSeBBFpxS1BW8EIVCGOA8-lDCAo6a1wlsI5rLZqAVU6lM3Y6yMWtm6tPazCvk5PKkTZkWzC/s400/georgrep%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div><br /></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-64857366957969684332007-10-04T13:09:00.001+02:002010-01-27T13:12:16.445+01:00THE SILK ROADThe truck drivers keep being the greatest hospitality in the Turkish roads, but we reached Afyon with a car full of people, it didn’t matter for them, they put us inside. They were so happy to see foreigners, we have gone out from touristic areas and they are not used. Afyon is in general a conservative city where most of the women cover the hair with scarf; the family that hosted us was extremely religious too. As we arrived quite late, we had to go fast to a restaurant to have dinner because it was almost the time to be able to eat, during the second week of Ramadan.<br />We decided again to adapt us and to have breakfast with them before the sunrise; besides, we did it in the traditional table of Ramadan, on the floor.<br />Here there is not much to see a part of a big castle at the top of a rock, but it was very interesting to walk around the quarters far from the center, where a traditional and hard life is seen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_wHW3lpWr5pepLcFyi9ZBt197ilvoWWxspUmdBrClviCRwf-vyVtlbnJBSuCaCNF5BvfEdhhchjPsk7XzKxkf_LFR6p9u-kX-qnIDMTjIQ-KNArMOdAssqEl-vLkrTFXNf2KmsJa4Bnj_/s1600-h/IMG_8701.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117431323877094258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_wHW3lpWr5pepLcFyi9ZBt197ilvoWWxspUmdBrClviCRwf-vyVtlbnJBSuCaCNF5BvfEdhhchjPsk7XzKxkf_LFR6p9u-kX-qnIDMTjIQ-KNArMOdAssqEl-vLkrTFXNf2KmsJa4Bnj_/s400/IMG_8701.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztGhYuF4VfaCvl3WV2yFmMqKS-SE4zFo2c8i_pygnNAzCmjcp12P2SE_FqfTzE969yJHH1TgRXd4ey94OXvx4gX58lpMiIGL0NFbU3OElo0DOBSKp5Oz4rjUNGVlie5pFdhyphenhyphenGHMhSIo_n/s1600-h/IMG_8712.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117430804186051426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztGhYuF4VfaCvl3WV2yFmMqKS-SE4zFo2c8i_pygnNAzCmjcp12P2SE_FqfTzE969yJHH1TgRXd4ey94OXvx4gX58lpMiIGL0NFbU3OElo0DOBSKp5Oz4rjUNGVlie5pFdhyphenhyphenGHMhSIo_n/s400/IMG_8712.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In Afyon we took the great route where our commercial ancestors used to bring silk and other things from the Far East to the West.<br />We covered the 230 km up to Konya without hitchhike, something incredible... The first, a truck driver, asked us if we were going to Konya, and he advanced us 20 km; when he was giving us the backpacks from the towage he raised the arm and the truck that was passing skidding in the road, stopped to take us. This left us only 50 km far from the city, and when we were looking for a place to hitchhike, another car stopped to help us, and take us up to Konya.<br />Konya is the largest city in extension of Turkey, is enormous... We were at the house of Ihsan of CS, who casually hosted two Australian girls from Sydney at the same time. The members of the club are always very open people, with those that is a pleasure to talk, generally they are also travelers, so all together we gave advises of here, and there...<br /><br />In this city is very typical the dance of the Dervishes, people who “dance” rotating very fast for hours, entering in trance; they think that they transport energy from the Heaven to the Earth. We were firstly fortunate of having the opportunity of being able to see a big spectacle, and free, but it was too much... after two hours in the queue, the stadium was full with over 20.000 people, we had to be for the around 30.000 of the many people that approached this night. There was no show for us...<br /><br />In Konya we keep seeing mosques and important holy places of the Islam, always so different and interesting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqtcqteNcTWP07SuO0j6x3rnfNtpkIyHv_VnHsvqHNE-ZutNx_x8lE0-oG8YjwsRb7G-HiworyPx4O6zJe9TEDumXS4EzbhL2A1HB0Nki78gGg9LSzS7fvedM-uXfFrzpfc-662ZswcXci/s1600-h/IMG_8737.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117430336034616130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqtcqteNcTWP07SuO0j6x3rnfNtpkIyHv_VnHsvqHNE-ZutNx_x8lE0-oG8YjwsRb7G-HiworyPx4O6zJe9TEDumXS4EzbhL2A1HB0Nki78gGg9LSzS7fvedM-uXfFrzpfc-662ZswcXci/s400/IMG_8737.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjLaMK5NpXdgiUBT-FZ4oQVfrgH5tjEcWTHCjnysNBaLqIWgsCxkwAaWGAl6_Y_CVrGWOGZW41UX4alPvE_V1m1nXJzZifY-oK7ZfE7Sp2kbw_QQmYFiedbI3tBymz-3-zEP3kAT7Rdn7/s1600-h/IMG_8722.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117430533603111762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjLaMK5NpXdgiUBT-FZ4oQVfrgH5tjEcWTHCjnysNBaLqIWgsCxkwAaWGAl6_Y_CVrGWOGZW41UX4alPvE_V1m1nXJzZifY-oK7ZfE7Sp2kbw_QQmYFiedbI3tBymz-3-zEP3kAT7Rdn7/s400/IMG_8722.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes we have so much luck that we don’t even believe it... our following place is Nevşehir, the heart of the Cappadocia. The person who took us, was a computer programmer that had to go through different towns of the Cappadocia, we were very lucky, the first stop was Sultanhanı, one of the few towns that we found on the way through the main road; the ground turned arid dominated by a big volcano in front of us.<br />After passing Aksaray, we went into lands of Cappadocia with some stony formations very weird, it seems that we are in another planet. The first interesting village was Gülağaç, where we saw the first homes excavated in the rock, and the inhabitants live in the most traditional way, even they had used a lane of the road to dry the pumpkin seeds. His following visit was Güzelyurt, while he went to work, we went to see the underground city, old churches and houses into the rocks and with underground canals; something taken from a fantastic movie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTniMcbtMGgyFmxkt2UKs4ggdDwsx5afnXxIR1-worJbzhH0QUaahM9ct8CFO-PlFMCMGZhQkDwFJUroS3CoBfGp4nX48dFiHHeYXbrXa-k5QhrgbJ4QUlHGk7VSSUu7IwNDupOpJP0k4/s1600-h/IMG_8777.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117430134171153202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTniMcbtMGgyFmxkt2UKs4ggdDwsx5afnXxIR1-worJbzhH0QUaahM9ct8CFO-PlFMCMGZhQkDwFJUroS3CoBfGp4nX48dFiHHeYXbrXa-k5QhrgbJ4QUlHGk7VSSUu7IwNDupOpJP0k4/s400/IMG_8777.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtD8I3Fji8A2ohsetda4fTSK87wK-SjcRq-QABuiGuZODeY7onyzlq4c33El86x8JPNuR8lDEv5gBKEgMl7BmB2BOhMgh8G4aED_uATq8WOnJF3qGEef3lC9z2OrIrw149YjzQspsuaIy/s1600-h/IMG_8791.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117429824933507874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtD8I3Fji8A2ohsetda4fTSK87wK-SjcRq-QABuiGuZODeY7onyzlq4c33El86x8JPNuR8lDEv5gBKEgMl7BmB2BOhMgh8G4aED_uATq8WOnJF3qGEef3lC9z2OrIrw149YjzQspsuaIy/s400/IMG_8791.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwcAwHEiM3Y3iWr49qb-dr9B8A1CdXLId4RysKCGvnhbvYo2Pv7xaXA8N9nuUnSBZUhVBpNX9euzGTZn4bhCGfa_afOXLAd1muWOveDA-s-UVWq70SBkf1hItS-oOiYRMIf9SI8LoY0X7d/s1600-h/IMG_8796.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117429558645535506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwcAwHEiM3Y3iWr49qb-dr9B8A1CdXLId4RysKCGvnhbvYo2Pv7xaXA8N9nuUnSBZUhVBpNX9euzGTZn4bhCGfa_afOXLAd1muWOveDA-s-UVWq70SBkf1hItS-oOiYRMIf9SI8LoY0X7d/s400/IMG_8796.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The 'touristic tour'' ' finished with his work, and he left us on road to reach Nevşehir. And here we met some of the most incredible people, Emrah, Mevlüt, Hasan and Rose; since the first moment we fit, and we passed great days with them. The hospitality with the foreigner is a Turkish tradition, something that is inculcated from fathers to children, and these guys have known to do it perfectly.<br />They brought us to see all the Cappadocia; the first day, we went four of us to catch a bus, and as we miss it... we hitchhike, the four of us!!, a madness in Europe; here, we didn’t wait more than 5 minutes...<br />The first stop was Avanos, in any place here there are houses in the rocks, but the most typical thing of Avanos are the ceramics. We went to a shop where they did a demonstration of how they make the vessels, even we had the opportunity of try it…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtR711kZd1DqJhE_tXYNuFO2gFEoOQclxwVvqtUis8p0cvf7p01nbYQm4APl5Ws6KLT27vX7hUwOMZBt_59D3A_e6m9tryg-P3UWBR0X0_1xO28Qsv2bWx3Vtd8v_rV2sQkSpmxjalvfX/s1600-h/IMG_8814.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117429206458217218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtR711kZd1DqJhE_tXYNuFO2gFEoOQclxwVvqtUis8p0cvf7p01nbYQm4APl5Ws6KLT27vX7hUwOMZBt_59D3A_e6m9tryg-P3UWBR0X0_1xO28Qsv2bWx3Vtd8v_rV2sQkSpmxjalvfX/s400/IMG_8814.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Göreme is the most important place of this area, here are found about 300 churches among the 11th, and the 15th century, many of them with frescoes really well preserved in its interior. The place itself, is like a fairies tale; they used the strange stony formations to do the churches and houses, even of several floors upward and underground.<br />Even the hollows of the tombs can be seen, which are beside the homes, by this way the deceased relatives were always with them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzcShbLGikXDQ1Tdf6Y_AWVUwLly7YfcYV6LJXhru7LXPMKWlCr0s4FpwyWUFskJyadTnDCL213vYKPskQxgtlMKV2a9JNbjnwK31N-08qxoF2APctLiDHHRxkdfLVQaosg1U9BWOt0lpG/s1600-h/IMG_8818.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117428841385997042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzcShbLGikXDQ1Tdf6Y_AWVUwLly7YfcYV6LJXhru7LXPMKWlCr0s4FpwyWUFskJyadTnDCL213vYKPskQxgtlMKV2a9JNbjnwK31N-08qxoF2APctLiDHHRxkdfLVQaosg1U9BWOt0lpG/s400/IMG_8818.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-uRvxpAjPfv6S6C-Bsb1nF-xlDcFtrnvRaDqOXt2QJh3IMGRamPsqUr2HgRzHUFXiC7wlV9BM1ijXhcURuSaAqGLo0aVnut8aV6Q45rd6lj8mMDuWlyp49b2TbXt9eKrFGfQg3vXAnVg/s1600-h/IMG_8826.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117428523558417122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-uRvxpAjPfv6S6C-Bsb1nF-xlDcFtrnvRaDqOXt2QJh3IMGRamPsqUr2HgRzHUFXiC7wlV9BM1ijXhcURuSaAqGLo0aVnut8aV6Q45rd6lj8mMDuWlyp49b2TbXt9eKrFGfQg3vXAnVg/s400/IMG_8826.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSUwz3a88l9R0kL6pSOoGH3c5_EVIu4Rn97OXgwSTq3AHoYpoZ_tVb3599Ld4OujY7JGSbqAHhl87S9IPNLTo2bTYMpvq94kDHf5iSRDwWwsMUfI2C41AXy6ThfvCSH9H-1i97DBj79Ka/s1600-h/IMG_8838.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117428158486196946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSUwz3a88l9R0kL6pSOoGH3c5_EVIu4Rn97OXgwSTq3AHoYpoZ_tVb3599Ld4OujY7JGSbqAHhl87S9IPNLTo2bTYMpvq94kDHf5iSRDwWwsMUfI2C41AXy6ThfvCSH9H-1i97DBj79Ka/s400/IMG_8838.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />That night we were invited to a birthday party; really, it is very similar to Spain, but when is Ramadan there are people that respects not drinking alcohol, even they have to be careful to not be seen with alcohol on the street because it is bad looking. In this party we tried the national drink, the Rakia.<br /><br />On the following day we visited another place of the Cappadocia, in the first place, we saw the symbol of here, “The three beautiful”, and afterwards Ürgüp, a village similar to Göreme.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUlfxXUMm7vvgvTHs6xY-HDbkKqA159DHY3QFRA-fPlKXJ-hFtK-GBcTmg1QyIUa3YDCl2yl2OItT5o1lCb4CXa8LmzrdI2eT_MYO0uxuSThp7BAy149ioNRQZet_cXYCz8vfLgknnXyQZ/s1600-h/IMG_8847.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117427900788159170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUlfxXUMm7vvgvTHs6xY-HDbkKqA159DHY3QFRA-fPlKXJ-hFtK-GBcTmg1QyIUa3YDCl2yl2OItT5o1lCb4CXa8LmzrdI2eT_MYO0uxuSThp7BAy149ioNRQZet_cXYCz8vfLgknnXyQZ/s400/IMG_8847.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBZjlHCz0HwbRhgvBxmG9-UtiGY8V6qIapytcfzBE_oHKGMAn3weaeAuNA6OoDAvJ5vLypnkxWlB1hrBP_qEPQlp7wPgyU7IreJoIzoADGXBPYDdrAYwyb9N81KgC0e4JNyGKDivzvLsg/s1600-h/IMG_8850.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117427458406527666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBZjlHCz0HwbRhgvBxmG9-UtiGY8V6qIapytcfzBE_oHKGMAn3weaeAuNA6OoDAvJ5vLypnkxWlB1hrBP_qEPQlp7wPgyU7IreJoIzoADGXBPYDdrAYwyb9N81KgC0e4JNyGKDivzvLsg/s400/IMG_8850.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This other night we changed the birthday party, for a Sangria party for 15 people where they all decided to pass of Ramadan for a night...<br /><br />Following The Silk Road, by car, truck and all kind of transport we reached Sivas. Here there is a very important building for the Turkish people; the great national hero Mustafa Kemal, ATATÜRK, pronounced here the first words after the Turkish release.<br />In Sivas we went with Selçuk to two performances of traditional music, one of them in a very special site with more than 100 years of antiquity.<br /><br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118664804124767106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGLxuTccQKBShCX6TJSsnaHCu2tzSj8akhBMZciHNP5wWHK-bv7S6cMnHO_8F6NyUslY4RoNdVG9ArnKfuml0oGo3aAn4X2E0-HnThfGe4tRZDaVNcn5uMD7aG9ANk4VMgOQfqchO_7K5h/s400/IMG_8874.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118665182081889170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtE7RWvFzcFGEnURw3r3vg0ZhdaVNjkgALsNB1_kEZ2D7aEsJd82ps4g2oIUb0DJ3jCfujJW4g9T1aBQNK3_NkYENu8o0BUBQrbsBL2sVJMIHl1sFkMYLncL8Ir1VO27zD4yLUXDMwxce/s400/IMG_8868.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br />The last stop of the mythic Road, is Erzurum, one of the coldest cities of the world, and we had checked it...<br />The vehicles that took us, started to be very different, while in Europe the people talked us that they travel to Norway, Sweden... now the commercial routes of the carrier, are Russia, Kazakhstan... or in the case of the man that took us, Iran. Here in Turkey, for a day it seemed that we were already in the neighbor country; the truck driver and the other 3 trucks that accompanied him, stopped at the half of the way to prepare a chicken barbecue, Iranian stile.<br />We told to the driver that we will go to Iran for the next year; but he didn’t understand it and he insisted us continuously on taking us to Iran with him now.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119431760729781218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJeHvO2acWnQALgRa7PVR-iWPJmO9v6cL0m-KUWf3dx0urkydIs4RKrjqrQ0dfoc2lfC1ImmJwByWAVP92L48AvzSP4Z-RssE9JGMvKyO-9Yrr4hTzbo6BHink8HvTqsAZOhUXH0NTTsg/s400/Resim+001.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br />Erzurum is among high mountains, in an inhospitable landscape, dry, and very, very cold. It lodges great monuments in its interior, and such a best choice to see it… on the holiest day for the Muslims, when the prayers were listened for hours until very late. On our arrival casually we found the dining room where the people eat for free during the month of the Ramadan, we place ourselves in the queue with the backpacks and rapid some people came to us to put us in front of everybody. If you are woman or you go accompanied by a girl you have privilege!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119431460082070466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho28KqVid1d5G00A1ENE2wf6vyc7jbJbpIctjJPuPI5Ta_ynKt_EqLZFwT-slSYNakRUEfFSThqx5Dt_OLWsc1uj5UPAJ6keZsDZVn937h73YU9ak23GmUH3TMdiXnxFo6rIsntca5PxbR/s400/Resim+005.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119431314053182386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQaL-2YPhn69QCR9dEKqi2Qp71hsre6S0j6hrZYPiCThPNvqgGuCmj1zD6hFdWvTgH9nt_twJv0wTvBKbJ0ud4y0ODmrM8uFcIbs3JawsYcvIhmjtIaCNsREm5KBs3W3zXqp3aZta1KCt/s400/Resim+011.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119431185204163490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJGErs-7n8ZBuKH4SOqU4SkEj8575efkkoYXzNuSkKN2DZ8LmQtubWaiuHjqf0QLQNXhQsZE5bCuaEyhkurNThgfSO_NHmw0qqNmorWHFvtswyv9sm3Z8Dg7GM5KCpIMK4SKI8Xnka-zN/s400/Resim+012.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119431584636122066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlsl566IOvN30mGmXBgGmdHm4Rh0WtHcjlZCHu3ZgSoqD4vWXn-gZMWpOd2iJLn2JJqBqCkjsfcypg2q1J73CNiZjPZghm3YZGMspzkp6FGPsYD3DIMx4kie_Um3w0G8Xbc0ml14Rbck2/s400/Resim+002.jpg" border="0" /><br />From some days now, we are out of touristic places, and that is noticed a lot on the people, but in this city especially because on the streets ALL the people greet us, others stop us to talk or they have even invite us to sleep in their homes.<br /><br />We continue route by hitchhiking towards the Black Sea, and as always the truck drivers want to take so much care of us that they don’t let us to hitchhike, saying that it is very dangerous, (but they pick us up…); we have to explain them that we come from Spain like this way for more than 6 months, then, they agree to leave us alone.<br />Trabzon is a very peculiar place for the Turkish, is the "joke town" of Turkey, the city is very long, there are only two main parallel streets that extend for kilometers and kilometers. Again this place remembers us to our place, everything is very green, mountainous and a lot of rain. Ali of CS, brought us to see the incredible monastery of Sumela placed in the vertical wall of a mountain.<br />Near here is Uzungöl, a nice place among mountains of local tourism. After these mountains it crashed some years ago the Spanish military airplane that created a lot of controversy.<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123859932141499762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxjspcyZjgVb23M4UO34-Bt0dTbgmRHeS3L1QXukvNmNGbpJ00uOdYmqCQdMAHHLhPTOXRg5AygnkHBK8jf0PPfogW5gCdBI5IBSWn10W04YHpRzwzmA8MjL4gA16P1OyKmxa8pZC0Skm/s400/IMG_8950.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123858076715627874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBz78YNdJb86BwRKtEuaFcb4Ck9FqsYxaicAYqZldgvqDo6n6ch9u_5W1tk5TKDj_W1pKIdgelt1IsgJAGJ2KzLNrzhX6_8x6SMRl8X7_DJnrkjrVG0L-uXYe05LaOeiyd4AdZu-4xfg-7/s400/IMG_8957.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123857647218898258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwvhCkSpO0V-OBpEp_HJikZIBIRqGrxTGgPDor2ewo6Xn-3V_x-pCVeaKNt9hU3x8WKCwja3F2vMVEEpU70l7rbnQ8gtAFwabjgNDdrDo1zdPc9R-724ssCOuuO8YbUdrdXRFygqNA9jt/s400/IMG_8962.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123855405245969714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_R0CNFoXnWekiP9xn8yb69B2c8H9MEmwmVOvuCpiH9bacpKdAv4KiW10_0XKEeEFNksKiCRq7GvmNV3sovwjF9Rcw0Uad_XMdvX6KP_7_kNuYKjBsdcsi5zqb_TVABe5I0tHim6hoAJdR/s400/IMG_9008.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123855027288847650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXB1xJtBjSwYiL4BvsaNmyg1yg-KRYkaPm5EqqmpjBgN8n422tF148fczSiN4-kL3-IsmjA_AVq8EIcetYkVQrxsSRWYnWbmiwTywpc8dTRMYsTCZprwUGoORNcZBEdh3GTHxaR98wGicD/s400/IMG_9019.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div><br /></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-72362794337959584352007-09-28T13:45:00.001+02:002010-01-21T13:48:39.783+01:00OLD CIVILIZATIONS OF THE AEGEANWhen we left Çanakkale, Serkan wanted to take us out, on the road to hitchhike, but not only that, he took us up to the archeological place of Troy, and we visited free because the keepers were friends of him. The student card in Turkey it doesn’t work...<br />Really, the only remains in Troy, is history, the first settlements were around 3.000 B.C., and the following civilizations were installed one over another, up to about 9 different Troy.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115194221441495698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2ofoy1LbH4H59_n2OfhyJkXxDmxKnEbW-0hWzG2vnNRSm9JE15f9XFS8xOFoQ-VqiYYJ0XIxw0CuVl660Irl_gpKjUHYPXHyd-OtY7xG-J0i-F2phyphenhyphenGB-d8tCNrIFiIz6YERXcKw4TGM/s400/IMG_8490.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115194552153977506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3uPadhkuwle7zSQTonQhZ5yPKZKI5nF9BwPrDD7G8tbS7Oo4QBL2cRclK7VhUB5uj7exQgKPy9ehovYop0tF3IDYcIZ3-2gP5LMNuMZ2dqvGyG_RB_YVSBVyclg7fv7yyhbSAYMlhxGcV/s400/IMG_8475.jpg" border="0" /><br />In all this coast of the Aegean Sea is found a lot of archaeological Greek remains of old civilizations, and a modern and westernized Turkey.<br />Following the route of these archaeological remains, we went to Bergama with the first car that passed in front of us. We have learned some words in Turkish, because the people is very happy when you say something in their language; the people of CS or HC speak English, but it is not usual when we hitchhike, and it is very complicated to understand each other; anyway, the stop to have the tea, never lack!<br />In Bergama we had to hitchhike again; the bad thing of doing it near the cities is that everything is full of taxis that want to take us, or the people stop buses for us because it is cheap, and they cannot understand why we travel like this.<br /><br />Here is the archeological place of Pergamum, where we passed the night between the ruins; the homes of our ancestors were inhabited again. Despite to camp is forbidden; the guard of the place recommended us places where we could sleep... It was very bad night because of the wind that blew; we woke up completely black for the ground that was mixed up during the whole night.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115193332383265410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-ws6JyfUt6LGfiiIkBqDWnhuwXCnVri-HjnB_-5QUko37icA5U_Ngj0Dn1fqmUPql2aYchDuXUT52xcsxpBfIHeX9MID2JPXCdgHQKNAOmgLPL00NhYFA5RLGduxALtE75JR0RdKN-ix/s400/IMG_8509.jpg" border="0" /><br />When we approach ourselves in the morning to Pergamum, without realize we were inside it; after the visit a guard came to us to said that it was still closed and that we could buy the tickets at the entrance...but...we didn’t need already...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115192636598563442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzDcjB6SnneutqXqwSfSd58MyV2M3y6hDn8JcDWAQ_qDGa9-szEL0VGzxYp_mzbEAxuQqnJZCg7zISjYLMv5hXuANp19CU-uVD9poZOrZVwa1mx9joE7hbJPbDpHCH6FPKi4II_2vNc-SN/s400/IMG_8513.jpg" border="0" /><br />Up to Izmir we arrived as on some other occasion, the man that took us, call to the girl of CS, and brought us up to her home; for us is a great advantage in these huge cities of millions of habitants.<br /><br />Izmir is a modern city, although the old centre full of small shop, mosques and tea houses is always found. Here, we were three days at the house of Ece and her family, her mother treated us as her son and daughter, and we got some extra kilos with her delicious Turkish food.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115191622986281554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrkoGJ02k0ngH-yIus8XLaiTwac-GauPY_UHYeme1a1SVQzqxaeVQYuqNBQ-n-e95XNhRRNDCPzsMWuNU5zMNW2XYP1wscj_cA16Vz7wM77qwQ7KJMZ2sW6wcwDyqtxNB5GhczH6qXfm9/s400/IMG_8552.jpg" border="0" /><br />We also tried the Nargile, a water pipe where tobacco is smoked with different flavors; it is rather original from the Arab countries, but it is very common here to smoke it.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115192211396801122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2EMt1w0wrUpzytgVhXcIt274GJmCDK_7LJXi-cbxTJ1EiF15bbnY3Svr6bAR4g4-r3xCVc4jKtY-1e2WCJuhbrz8uGd5A3L07xN6UF_hkHK16pcKLcrVKUrZ96b4xf5eOYTDmLuM4OsC/s400/IMG_8520.jpg" border="0" /><br />We were getting used to sleep in old civilizations; from Izmir we went to Selçuk, and at 3 km from here is Efes.<br />To go out of Izmir was hard, but once leave the city completely, it is not necessary to hitchhike, the trucks drivers always ask you where you go; although this time was a doctor who took us.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115190905726743106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoPvM_nu1A0Qw90xXjPLlirx9hHZjPGw7SM7b6sjbJnFxiVndv_QIDxzuuyzN1EbfFzD4heaWQsE5K9RHI-nIn3LZ2Go_IoQjmSPUnz7b3bVYbw6zc_XuxHXP5QqwCAcMHEBmHg-o0uo3S/s400/IMG_8575.jpg" border="0" /><br />Efes is one of the archeological places that more has impressed us; besides, sleeping right there, we could enter early morning and avoid the mass of tourists. It is said that here is the first church of the history, but now only remains a few columns and the font.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115189681661063698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipjhrxR0DjljuOfUKgQgc-MtyVB0npvNWbAF9EgiUF5CCU6clFMG_WUwD8MWMDyJRzCzfLC9zzZfNhlezlu32yhKSzaXPhbQu1TKoYL_C69_fb1wjBEbY13lc5v3yiYstbn-1WO8BZhswk/s400/IMG_8615.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115190682388443698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_KF8zQ7pACsZBeyGDX1M5VJLYImkaKSDEqH2HCR-M8NTbSGL117mU06DQ3bspS0JkulMFoB7raPNYUxq8H2x9i-YGeJyJiPdwT7nVIIyJFWTAyhbWVskxk-iEWBPPVeOgq_1KKZ7MEKI9/s400/IMG_8600.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115190158402433570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghrhytoE0k6XhE9qBhJidwHIhZAPa92uz2p7mixL-289Pij2sXJF9ic5fm8by-lth9Ar8ZkyTi_IwTVQlfY_HRu2Qw6lAmgl8hvYQZkfe3f69Uc8OfWuvdPQkDQpJkSgaghZyDZWFrCrpz/s400/IMG_8608.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115189338063680002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8xnZIwVWSi1bnwbVeWde5zFRoJWyJ4s6airo4jFxGjyTxEmFI_0CxSDG_nhBnLNHysJuFoKkdis_Wgees75F0sA-B8SX1pq-UK8gtkgQdXvOev1LAKkHteAYwVLH-ayAo5PAR3Lti2Hz/s400/IMG_8623.jpg" border="0" /><br />The following destination was Pamukkale, but we stopped before in Aydın, where we spent the night in a student flat with Erkan. We had our first experience trapped in an elevator for 30 eternal minutes; while we were joking of the cartel; MAXIMUM 2 PERSON (we were 4), the light stopped and the elevator remain blocked between two floors. Finally we survive.<br /><br />Following route with Turkish truck drivers, we arrived in Denizli, where we meet up with Kağan and Burcu, incredible guys, we share very nice moments, as old friends, and we went together to visit Pamukkale, a strange place from where thermal waters fall down by the rocks of lime. The landscape is like snow in sight, something really strange.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115188418940678610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4R5pCK4jNp3n2oMFZr69ATE_WVaGs-nkmAnSRrNLQaf4I_S_1uJ6fBI_JlhYZGb3xU5R5arqWo0nZXfSz5jr6bh187kBUxoxe74BmTI6da7u1a-f_OZDOJPK0gdCkLJXeA6dzm1LX1cX/s400/IMG_8679.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115189003056230898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGz6GnMJykNU4JtV2RFzaL3mxcrk0jbPdpbSJjIUx9FM5HCZv04fxjfspoN8sJQBGtnt_T2hf5wBVHGudbdratqDdM6PWdSzmFDdiCqwLMfDaREbFYY9nnZSMZMYyVkhLkU7lzRcrr5Jy/s400/IMG_8651.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115188676638716386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkWl1xpuX0DbJeB3m9_Unoh3K6UBJnFMf-qGCyrTGxZ8xnmYvFIZEHaiKeUF2CNCeL-_pG3Wzdto4ptWXbswhRnlLifEliJyNArHEnSIS8-yvxeGg86McdjZ1meh1GrACj1fFmCSmsIZR/s400/IMG_8660.jpg" border="0" /><br />The Ramadan continuous, and every night we wake up with the noise of the drums, which announce the last moments to eat and to drink.David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-23611559510887880132007-09-19T12:25:00.001+02:002009-12-08T12:30:12.570+01:00MARMARAThe arrival in Turkey was amazing... In Plovdiv, very near to the Turkish border, dozens of Turkish trucks circulated, and when we went to hitchhike, we were sure that some Turk would stop for us; and it was just like that, with Resat we run for the European end, where the continent keeps being narrowed, arriving to the mega-city of Istanbul. But is something incredible, when a Turkish picks you up by hitchhike, is not only to take you to your destination and that’s all; for them, it implicate much more than that, they give you all they can and have, and they take care of you up to the end; in our case, first he stopped to eat before arrive to Turkey and he invited us to a Döner, (very different to what is sold in Spain, a Döner is a dish of rice with beef). During the way, beer and so on… and after arriving to the border, the truck must to pass a strict control, therefore we had to separate, but we agree to meet again in Turkish lands. Our control neither was short; it took us an hour to arrive to Turkey; to enter, we must to do a visa on arrival that costs 10€ each, and to pass successive controls, including the narcotic one of course…<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111975784555113698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKgHpNF_ZKEGyo9HpOlihvQ6P6rYRRUCinn9Oe7B3aLZQrc7Y8XhNmW8R2UhSYEdZdvUhCfzu9dxVNUiYCY6paE1eYvz-ihL-UGDTA-IBE4hfvaUi1gx0FcWHiFmu8LHBTNy8KsHTMiPz/s400/IMG_8260.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br />After stopping in another restaurant, Resat told us that we will arrive late to Istanbul, today, it is the day which the trucks coming from the European side cannot cross the Bosporus Bridge. But it didn’t matter, for a couple of hours we entered into the life of the Turkish truck drivers. At 20 km from Istanbul we found successive gas-stations for trucks, we stopped in one of them where the trucks entered very squeeze and we waited for the next hours among the stares of the truck drivers. Before the opening of the road, the trucks left quick towards the big city, for us it is the first time that we arrive late-night to a city, when it is difficult to move, but like this, the huge Istanbul of 16 million inhabitants impress us much more. Resat took us up to the bus station where the buses departure to Taksim, one of the city centre; and he said goodbye to us giving us 10 Lire to catch the bus, much more than what we needed.<br />The city, flooded with the towers of the mosques, never dies; it is a constant movement mixing the prayers that comes from the loudspeakers, with the shouts of the sellers in the plenty of markets, the dense traffic with continuous whistles... we also were lucky to see the two different faces of Istanbul: the people eating on the streets markets every time, Kebab, fish... and after the beginning of Ramadan, people keeping the fasting without eating or drinking during the daylight time, of course in a city as Istanbul, not everybody does, but it is difficult to see people eating on the streets.<br />We were lucky of stay in the heart of Istanbul, at the house of Erenalp of CS, from where we had access to everything. The Galata Tower is close by and crossing the bridge of the same name, we enter in the heart of the matter; the Spices Market, beside all the streets around, ALL is a huge market, which even is joined to the Big Bazaar, a labyrinth of shops where the people fight bargaining to get the best prices. And about prices, Istanbul surprised us, we thought Istanbul will be a very cheap destination, but we were wrong, the standard of living here is very similar to Spain.<br />The peninsula where the most historical places of the city are found, connects to the traversed Strait of Bosporus, which connects the Marmara Sea with the Black Sea. Here is the Topkapi Palace, the Blue Mosque and Saint Sofia, a basilica that was transform in mosque and now is a museum where mixed Christian and Islamic symbols are seen.<br /><br />The Galata Tower:<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111975548331912402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Nddh469iUzxQY1D8daidE4XZAGVZenQqij_eCmLVgtGitM9URo6IuHQKhsLmjopyX7XFH_yO99BK8E0hNABbC99eLK3ZdY05qM0X2yGMqF7ep-87vQHTHAxvDvxKmPj6jySZ_jwz-282/s400/IMG_8269.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><br />Blue mosque, in and outside:<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111973572646956130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOD6FvQSo-VtM3Crp5rVsu9rX8tx8eyk4a0mPmA2ATAk0ZH8bicy-g7B0q934v3r9FaTLmuYF_6SQmHq9KX86BEqW1woiq4qKBx6gVBEPfQ9-0ToKIh5UtXGaBLoGxuNMo0QBthQu5hl5/s400/IMG_8337.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111973881884601458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rp5bR5wHDqJvtJiigniDK9S6E2Pw__1mkI8f3oRWEWKOuqSAkLaoEdzu3lJL7QwIZ8v8DbAkq3lxV26Ujcog_DL8l1BLUvtUzqdX4KsUhfyhilflDahSj2L4f8djswwMrFmVJFR5IHNy/s400/IMG_8336.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br />Saint Sofia:<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111974453115251858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp9kmK20cfAum7UqHZTapYLkgFZrU7Dak7ktDnOTxbV2Ect9pP5f8Ky5najGYIAFRw6_bYxFzlxdE7UKQOaQ_iBItilDrnsiLGd1b0FpkfO_v2IXzYJBXVqAny-uigzDpuCQb4yDxAxtUG/s400/IMG_8317.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><br />The fishermen on the Galata Bridge:<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111975359353351362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCHtdYmoq2t2OKZW96iyaUrp86yyl-yAEHymsHKQZzMXr5zAJHrmO592fREUt3A5b99jq8DLDISbr2hOKy25yNe9XAX2tJUZVZxBcBkYbt8dQct9UNuOed4SqHtO7r68oDq1hFAj0FBIrh/s400/IMG_8271.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br />It was also very interesting to walk through one of the most fundamentalist neighborhoods of the city, Fatih. Here practically all the women covered their hair, and many of them go totally covered in black.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111973323538852946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipW872Ytz-ejKBozbIhUCGe2F1DrlSampsoisEs7E5m1k197A9j7XfqElw-sY5j8eucODjP6XTEEZkVjd6jGNsfSz6FzNV_BFJ4a7LF8sJmmOBEXmQPygoYFlDGeIN-fk6zdchgr3wXCY5/s400/IMG_8354.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br />Istanbul is a very touristic place, this makes to lose the charm sometimes on places as the incredible Blue Mosque; and the sellers of he markets have so much experience that they see you, and they know from where you are, and they know the sentences to attract your attention. Anyway, they never disturb you and in general the people are very nice and always ready to chat for a while.<br />Other photos of Istanbul; the first is in the night when everybody comes out to the street to eat:<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111972748013235250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRDnaifgAkWaSZrBdNn2hV6w6Cc0E4FzX1NyahdtaDhTxCGFUshfms2097vFm80RZ-dUbjdSyWHUbrOVj6vmiIWKWU65zomkdGT5LSMdGNG2xR32uTz5q0ibQIUjDwzBj4o2G0N1ooMRk/s400/IMG_8407.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111975088770411698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxyJd98PztcCl0RGWFkeCKfLIaDV1b6SG0jYckEKbH6_NUuowY6U8MUqsNMQoyk0aYgcTi6wj2mnNR0fBNA5VYgoxxnxSOuuL7nFnxC8x-j2qwBrPRNaRJvaRjoQm78O45rdPlP4MqirON/s400/IMG_8272.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111974796712635554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_kCGsboaFZBMac3VrWMLI8zD-tPTvacHW75YgzkZdg2jmTXrQHTsi-VHTL8WLeadPZGHNzLaLEYeiXD8bUKkweWNVnyOm0-Rv8VnHH0tg0vSh-HVdI-pBn8996-JbcQinB6rsrRRkDd6/s400/IMG_8286.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111974148172573826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBMO3YRaifVNyNocARbmRhzkAgrj9teCgHiPg16vvbsG5oIXh2rLj4fSAL-Ptx4mBwf83OVh644w8UI83imE5ftq3P1n7RiwRgGpTNoaorjlzvE41YkLvcnLRJDX-npNhsD1IhDK8ZXqG/s400/IMG_8328.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br />We had heard of the good use of hitchhiking in Turkey, and what a better chance to try it in the middle of Istanbul crossing Bosporus Bridge; the man who picks us up, a Kurdish, left us in a town where the people insisted us to take the bus, because it is very dangerous to hitchhike, but we didn’t think so... To Bursa we arrived with a truck driver who was doing the Ramadan, but it didn’t impede him of stop, and invite us to eat and drink something, despite we didn’t want to respect him. Up to the moment EVERYBODY who pick us up in Turkey, have given us something or we were invited by them.<br />Bursa was the capital of the Ottoman Empire, in its small historical centre we find several old mosques and something very interesting, the bazaar that was the last stop of the Silk Road, and that nowadays keeps being used.<br />Funda and her family fest during the Ramadan, as we like to live everything inside of the different cultures, we decided to prove the experience for a day. At 3:30am the children walk through the streets playing drums, and waking the people up, announcing that is the last moment to eat before the sunrise. So, we had a strong breakfast at 4:30am, and we went to sleep again (difficult with the full stomach) with the sound of the prayers announcing that nobody can eat or drink in the next 15 hours…<br />We thought that it would be very hard, but after sometime, is like the stomach disconnects itself, and we didn’t feel hungry; the worst thing was the lack of water. And like this, 15 hours without put anything in our bodies, we waited anxious the 7:30pm; with the sound of a firework and the prayers, everybody to eat!<br />Every city has its own calendar with the prayers of Ramadan and the times to stop or to start to eat, which vary every day; in this case the people eat everyday a little bit before, as the sun is hidden sooner.<br />To go out of here, without hitchhike, a car stopped to help us, and car after car we kept going around the coast of the Marmara up to Çanakkale, the last city of this region, a place full of history, from old civilizations as Troy, up to the remains of battles of the I World War. In Çanakkale there is a replica of the famous Troy Horse, same which was used in the famous last movie.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111973070135782466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZLDrFTrOJ_0tg3yIN32U-qcoWAADG_05eqodrvpM8iRr8uN8ZTTNbeXS1R2r57dPllboH4y1ZI9kHew108JpuAVzT1Q4hGxqXgzSVlZ_lUQzBiS7eWe2Uj0qSOACFtccNy5efl5clK0p/s400/IMG_8469.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-80338478860064083682007-09-09T10:36:00.002+02:002009-11-30T12:31:50.684+01:00BULGARIAThe last days we keep traveling quite fast; we have spent many time in Europe, and we want to arrive soon to Asia. We did a short stop in Serres, and from here we traveled again by hitchhiking, up to the Bulgarian capital city.<br /><br />In Sofia we had the first police intervention; a small problem with the ticket of the tramway takes us to a strong discussion with the inspectors, to which all the people of the tramway joins us, people of the street..., we even thought that they were going to fight, and in the end the police had to come; the police didn’t help us, anyway we had a strong experience, and the support of all the people.<br /><br />Sofia, doesn’t have something very special, is a big mass of blocks and blocks of buildings of the communism times, everything grey and old. But it is always interesting to walk by the street markets and see the different life of the people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnaew7H8Z1aOtTan3O58GgwDuOo3sSApR2n9T8o7lCyn1gZ4WtGYl49j8erzKnwI0mGPgNxgt1KC01Sy84UygL6wBcVbp8r974yzYYkSnEgZYsXCr9L9NVZkGxz3iqcDWNQDmwj42cLxjT/s1600-h/IMG_8218.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108278694231700834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnaew7H8Z1aOtTan3O58GgwDuOo3sSApR2n9T8o7lCyn1gZ4WtGYl49j8erzKnwI0mGPgNxgt1KC01Sy84UygL6wBcVbp8r974yzYYkSnEgZYsXCr9L9NVZkGxz3iqcDWNQDmwj42cLxjT/s400/IMG_8218.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbGrp_hwTz2aigp64jgrYNAziVGX9YA9XNaDUl3u9v9IWwHpl3j4PpX5SVNONM-gj7jHmc14J36m0fma-VxOY-3NtQwxgCOPhwi7hsOVzGdM5UMYeBTP2HA6K_QTJ8xWOKTYUfEL2VIFvz/s1600-h/IMG_8222.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108278436533663058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbGrp_hwTz2aigp64jgrYNAziVGX9YA9XNaDUl3u9v9IWwHpl3j4PpX5SVNONM-gj7jHmc14J36m0fma-VxOY-3NtQwxgCOPhwi7hsOVzGdM5UMYeBTP2HA6K_QTJ8xWOKTYUfEL2VIFvz/s400/IMG_8222.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />On the other hand, the climate has changed again, it seems that the summer leaves, and the first snowfalls have already fallen on the mountains close to Sofia.<br /><br />When we left Sofia, we didn’t have time to hitchhike, it was something incredible; in the distance we chose a place to hitchhike, and it was already waiting for us a couple in a car, they saw that we were going to hitchhike, so they waited for us.<br />This couple, Alexander and Petya, left us in Plovdiv where we look for the house of Daniela and her flat mates of HC. Followed we went to see the centre of the town, quite more interesting than Sofia; full of archeological sites, as the theatre, and with some very pretty and colorful houses of the renaissance.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJaj63kZDi3WKkxn_rvmCROENQSw8VQRmUfUfTc2znabQ4KN-VuF_g4epUAd0XPWPg295l4Edrq7HzsLSxBjrXPkbR-_O7nz0rf7uucuk3sfwBA3cG4glCY64Ih75-S8EC5hD8FTq-Iz8_/s1600-h/IMG_8240.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108257541517768002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJaj63kZDi3WKkxn_rvmCROENQSw8VQRmUfUfTc2znabQ4KN-VuF_g4epUAd0XPWPg295l4Edrq7HzsLSxBjrXPkbR-_O7nz0rf7uucuk3sfwBA3cG4glCY64Ih75-S8EC5hD8FTq-Iz8_/s400/IMG_8240.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrq3hyphenhyphenbi35vTV2FFtWngi-6_UltPKzYxEeOZAsErEy6LrU1bINq9e-4WKe1GPcgkuPQXo3sttJbc8860YUlfJ3PF5EfUsLvrKRfO3J1lvdx8Gp6RgRwTmJe9dubUPDSMdH-4JadOtxAJDm/s1600-h/IMG_8242.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108257348244239666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrq3hyphenhyphenbi35vTV2FFtWngi-6_UltPKzYxEeOZAsErEy6LrU1bINq9e-4WKe1GPcgkuPQXo3sttJbc8860YUlfJ3PF5EfUsLvrKRfO3J1lvdx8Gp6RgRwTmJe9dubUPDSMdH-4JadOtxAJDm/s400/IMG_8242.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DoG5im-TkjriPS5LtMhTrXO_7DJALz1HwHilXuu2M9HuBCVx88-hRHMHOSVNUGWfr3myqnfBSdDkymFC01MHfIuMWonkGBw_LTq_gNt8uiaVhRNZ2T_26w3kXIycv1_VJlgk2M5f2Z0u/s1600-h/IMG_8251.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108256815668294946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DoG5im-TkjriPS5LtMhTrXO_7DJALz1HwHilXuu2M9HuBCVx88-hRHMHOSVNUGWfr3myqnfBSdDkymFC01MHfIuMWonkGBw_LTq_gNt8uiaVhRNZ2T_26w3kXIycv1_VJlgk2M5f2Z0u/s400/IMG_8251.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The coincidences are the best thing of the travel, when we went back home, we met again the couple who brought us here, and they told us that they had a birthday party…and if we would like to join them… of course we accepted. In the suburbs of the city in a “Rock Shrine”, we pass the rest of the night with very friendly people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjETN1dMA2eFIrWZ3VSG3cVhaYvk0Ur-L1C0-qdZok70pcDwGye-rJjcXPo1Z_RG0bROYIO6cVwEtZh2psETN_lOXXgsvfl99iNhUJor6GyhZ-KH2Ogxt-22jYA3kNbnDrGh-9EdoxPkrJj/s1600-h/IMG_8252.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108256536495420690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjETN1dMA2eFIrWZ3VSG3cVhaYvk0Ur-L1C0-qdZok70pcDwGye-rJjcXPo1Z_RG0bROYIO6cVwEtZh2psETN_lOXXgsvfl99iNhUJor6GyhZ-KH2Ogxt-22jYA3kNbnDrGh-9EdoxPkrJj/s400/IMG_8252.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8XThHUwRlwp9VDg1s8pH8Yx-EbdDXESXm6rRXnW7XZ3McZcvStv62uIB2dmQLnKTMtz0KE74HhiShaZmy41WzKzrgQGjLKtR3zdGUOMW16Dy3dwGzqtY9fFXDo0WAc3RE2xr7MdJ2yRZN/s1600-h/IMG_8254.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108256343221892354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8XThHUwRlwp9VDg1s8pH8Yx-EbdDXESXm6rRXnW7XZ3McZcvStv62uIB2dmQLnKTMtz0KE74HhiShaZmy41WzKzrgQGjLKtR3zdGUOMW16Dy3dwGzqtY9fFXDo0WAc3RE2xr7MdJ2yRZN/s400/IMG_8254.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />On the following day we met them again, as old friends, and they took us to different places, and to meet new friends.<br /><br /><br />As usually, the map with our route in Bulgaria; exactly tomorrow, we are leaving to the “Door of Asia”, Istanbul....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpULbGWnlBPMQET_LPsuuzrHDmXS1eNyuC54DXdBJ1Ad5UOlM93Wyd_2Kur2naAsgckY6U_COtL8qemqq5SEX8YvGyeGCM9qkmaZtt3nreUo5XzogVIDfupfW_EnwUmUDwSVfxBxuV-Sw_/s1600-h/bulgaria.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108255845005686002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpULbGWnlBPMQET_LPsuuzrHDmXS1eNyuC54DXdBJ1Ad5UOlM93Wyd_2Kur2naAsgckY6U_COtL8qemqq5SEX8YvGyeGCM9qkmaZtt3nreUo5XzogVIDfupfW_EnwUmUDwSVfxBxuV-Sw_/s400/bulgaria.gif" border="0" /></a><br />After five and a half months, we have adopted a more regular style of travel. What we do is to try to plan the next 20 days, getting in touch with people of the club, looking what can we visit... though always, to improvise is the best. We have changed the main idea about to travel by foot, for the hitchhiking; it’s much better for us for two main reasons; to find interesting people, and to be able to know many more places than if we travel only by foot. Anyway, until now during the almost 15.000 km that we have done, our average is about 10km daily by foot.David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-21972888419966915492007-08-31T10:26:00.000+02:002009-11-30T12:27:00.475+01:00ATHENSOur plans in Peloponnese changed completely for this big natural disaster that Greece has suffered. Esparta, Korinthos, Micenas... they have to wait for another occasion.
<br />We decided to stay in Krestena during the days of the fires to helped our friend Kostas, in case the fire arrived; the fire that is seen in the previous blog entry, it was extinguished, but another one arrived, and stopped just 300 meters from the house, we thought that it would arrive, even we prepared the house for the fire while airplanes and helicopters flew over Krestena throwing water... helicopters evacuating people... firemen, policemen, military, the press!... Krestena was a chaos for a day, the sky was red, yellow, and was raining ash continually. This was the aspect of the sky, in the afternoon in a day without clouds, just smoke...
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<br />Finally the fire didn’t arrive to Kostas’ house, but thousands and thousands of hectares were destroyed, and Olympia, two days after to have been there, it was devastated by the fire...
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<br />We went directly to Athens; here it was waiting for us a couple of "work" days, we chose Athens to do the preparative of our next phase, Middle East. What more time had taken us, was the Syrian visa, up to three times we had to go, they asked us for a recommendation letter of our embassy; but at the end, there were no problem, we have a month of stay, and it cost 23 € each. Due to our life style (never stop), we spent the time in Athens with a lot of calmness. We went up to the Likavitos hill, with nice views of all the immense city; we also saw the guard of the government with its ridiculous shoes with pompom...
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<br />And of course the temple of Zeus, and the Acropolis; it was sad to see the Parthenon in works, but from some years ago it is in repair, because it is in very bad state.
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<style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">For the people who want to visit Greece, is very important to carry the student card (ISIC), we keep saying it because we have not paid anything, even in the Acropolis. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p 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We chose the best place for hitchhike, the Athens exit toll of the highway; probably a 10.000 cars pass in front of us in the 4 hours that we stood there, and no one stop for us. We decided to finish our days in Greece traveling by train, which is not expensive.
<br />In Thessaloniki, we met a great couple, Alexis and Catherina; he has a big dream, which is to travel like us; with them we went around the city seeing many Roman remains; and even we gave our first round by boat of the journey.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<br /></span>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-34340092203004142052007-08-25T10:04:00.000+02:002009-11-02T11:37:04.751+01:00GREECEIt was difficult to get out of Macedonia… besides we didn’t know how it works the hitchhike in Greece. The first guy who picks us up was very nice bringing us to Kozani, even when he was going in opposite direction.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102573706352292786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjliMhfOb2dC8oXQ3EaBH_vt7UJrGZKnO8VWUfzmXYTRscxscEQjIBgVoAGN0DjPjZnbY1bqjtrn1WgTvS-CN1DuY1PFAyoWIJ79YAcQjMG3nhng8B41_NKw_G1pEW3t3G4rP0cHkYa_OTG/s400/IMG_7864.JPG" border="0" /><br />The day after we were very lucky, the first car stopped; but only was that, LUCK… because if somebody with tattoos and long hair is thinking to travel all over Greece by hitchhiking... must be crazy... People told us to be careful with the immigrants, but thanks to them we are moving in the country, especially with Albanians. That morning we were totally lost, the roads that we went through, didn’t appear in our map, and we were more and more far of our destination, Meteora.<br />Another man approach us a little more, in 50 km he smoked half packet of tobacco. And, in our last move to reach Meteora, while María continuo hitchhiking I went to ask something in a shop; in this moment a car stopped, so I run to the car very happy; when the man saw me, he run away very fast!!! Incredible...<br /><br />Finally we arrived to this wonderful place; Meteora are plenty of very curious stony formations, and with several monasteries in the summits, we pass the night at the top of one of the rocks, with an incredible views, and with the company of strange insects that fed on us during the whole night...<br /><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102573392819680162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8ZNDPAKhFRjAahjv2lUQA8ingWiTMNwnbYZZcZ2BTfOHji8si0S3OWgxk2h2glxMdPrQgQtVlyNzLNKFqfH3aAlZMePO4sUpDFOvF_nqlQlnZWl9HkaDffWoSR_BXA9b2Lbj9jhdBUG2/s400/IMG_7932.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102573096466936722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4et-afA-BRFyu_DBbsdRKndv_M3ZliMEQE1soJ-uAASpIPAAn8_AMqBzjYd1Lj_5shT0Gst-NI7xftlIIT-UE_-_LGyVtJr03sDe7E0pa3g9Nz0Qkxg-dLmj2MBiV3CemsNnAl4BvFRuD/s400/IMG_7933.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102572907488375682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNbkFzyl4YukIHXD4saDi6Qzpf_Pxcohy3c9IO07zV9WbteuDgu0fY_5BJf2piBm82T94_za-sMESpkmf0r8rbnY2lDRbJx4QmiW80mJK102HEefDpubzCx7Xp6d7zIAB7GrS7pUnCdB7/s400/IMG_7935.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102572718509814642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLDp0TBTvnBbTHtpFCOVMEBrIVpzyZctWQETiuSOoD4JF7AryZEMJpS3ucTmnDVqmM-C08hSx8s619rR7SW3I92W8Bse5FH-ykfFEIhzbo9GIhgBQzZwC2HXX827d0YgrXDiDZ_mvVbCL/s400/IMG_7890.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102572456516809570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDq9K8cshEOp6jKyQ6BDIRkejMTFQeCwYY-wiX4vIFE1O72oVDabR8_lhDyVUNFSFafhfWSKziy8VYuNVP165NPFBX4mAkOEORutb3KdtVj4ht3WiHLO6fFzsUIb4Tp0umI8C8er7yedri/s400/IMG_7927.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102572198818771794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-j05Asd1u6uQcpT0iEy8ZOEdIEs9ASx8FM8rZLt_YkqHZfr1Z5f6vKMC4iZFpT-pU4AHBLVFcJoSodPBi_j3aOT6bR4URqRAX4ifhzzmweG88IM3B5gl0kriM6EvrVogyCLGniHqxr7Od/s400/IMG_7916.JPG" border="0" /><br />As we didn’t have house to stay for the following night, we decided to travel towards south all that we could, and try to arrive up to Delphi, but... is very complicated to hitchhike here. It was a catastrophic day, hours and hours on road, and in the end, we end up sleeping hidden between a plantations of olive trees and cotton, in a town lost in the map.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102571644767990594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQluOcaXRAezAUTeUAKq6gJ8cvfprTAQGdMucsKT97FbKU6NKqaqesachvWq0ATX3Vj6vHPT7iGKIRKS2i01puQYHkWa42h2BnKdQRUMqzs29PDtQreXZVe8Wtwhi5-7ugajjKdd5NUyB/s400/IMG_7941.JPG" border="0" /><br />We manage to reach Delphi, but it was another long day of hours in road, it was exhausting, so in Delphi we made the decision of take the bus up to Antirrion, something that we didn’t do since we were in Austria. We had a little of everything until we arrived Delphi; the man of the first car said that Jesus had told him to stop for us, because I was not a bad person that would have a gun and could kill him... A Belgium couple brought us to a good place to continuo. And for the following car I sat for a while; it is a good trick, like this the people thought that only Maria is hitchhiking; the man who stopped and brought us call me all the time David of Al-Qaeda… and he looked at me very scary…<br />We did the obligatory stop in Delphi, a very interesting place full of history, settled on a slope of the Parnassus Mounts.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102571176616555314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibik5np7Kqll2I_VRCCJLaszsf1LGkxfk2b_OInCju04vldhQO_-UAShQM-a3376GYTCQyuY4z-I9kKC0d2JnnYuCXgihlT-X-FCYFOkqIUbjzMYIquxEKMRNED6uSQyOfUVDBcMwdegkB/s400/IMG_7955.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102570927508452130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGtZawZwlJA4DFxcMymZzD0kl6P_SUOuZFjl8geE881r9jUOlayPf52GQK8MLI82Wx6u_BXX1untYm_x9q15UMOkxehYeonjZVVVNeQJj1d3mQj8Iqo15erpJH991fsaxC_1ZC80N5ApFv/s400/IMG_7959.JPG" border="0" /><br />In Antirrion we spent amazing days with Ioannis, his family and friends. Some days of rest on the beach too, in a place as we like… we were the only foreigners in the small village.<br />Antirrion is in the end of the bridge that joins the continental land with the Peloponnese. This huge bridge of 3 km it was completed in 2004 when the Olympiad, and although it is very nice, if you are traveling by car it is better to cross with the ferry, because to cross the bridge it cost almost 11 €.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102568277513630434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmy89MESoY1RskywJ4jSHXpSuo26ckemllbNRFS20z5cLgJSxrnk-5e1p2ikGYrfcG9h7FJZj2n7rdKIj9dXQ7DzZisJce-iAt3jrLFC0O5rSME4Ear291dottkf5V81ytXb76hFE9ENev/s400/IMG_8023.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102570583911068434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMWqBZrr7ip22BnkEpnw9JHa3_Wuu3F1QclP8beeHgTLd3oM-K6UoN0eY-HZ2zz-ocYKTmWu9EjSgyYBsTffUzvyybvRs3AzcqwtGVvf7DBhFd98FaUlS7KyhZjBaxkduq7722Y_Sr93hk/s400/IMG_8002.JPG" border="0" /><br />We did a short visit to Nafpaktos, more known as Lepanto; it was here the battle where Cervantes lost an arm.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102568784319771394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXSIZItYWPFIdlMb4tz_7axvE2A6KnqQc73mIttU0KYhiSYBpmvEr73RmbEtEO4W9JGaMIP37J7drjy_w0bfuSgrLKqDG8SMHJd57OdfIN3Qer6m3KxZhOoeE79DSNAn_PEIKeRw-TQm1/s400/IMG_8011.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102568543801602802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNXr6qbd4SopNu5ylyRA0YLffVtSLkKqD3DLRN8j5udRquQv_pel854R6XmUrdKc9dIXmaoiBG9rrciLfM_g9shPCvMGyPv4nELc6tsbUZo_w_uEph5o-yxBWaa5u5q2n8-3F_tUjUfW7_/s400/IMG_8012.JPG" border="0" /><br />Ioannis didn’t let us to hitchhike and he brought us by car to Olympia with his cousin Dimitri, during the travel they were telling us things about the Peloponnese, the big island in the south of Greece. On the way we saw fire, we knew that there were some fires in Peloponnese, but we didn’t give it importance at this moment...<br />Olympia, another very important historical place, the cradle of the Olympic Games. In the area only remains the ruins of what there were gymnasiums, stadiums... and of course the temples of Hera and Zeus. In the museum we found the best preserve remains; the earthquakes had a lot of fault of everything being destroyed. It has to be said that the Greeks care a lot with the students, those that have the ISIC card, free entrance!<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102567959686050514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUzhZfN0-kwFRiMlujPfl3ocMpo1wmYv_q2N0DmZrf-1ekM6YcX35fghRL_BSMeWK4oI7P_MbfqqDJmvQr249JAFhnxZuwKXqTDDykB4349BoWxPO79HyioZ5H4v-XTSqG8TnqXhXe06Hp/s400/IMG_8028.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102567749232652994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhr7q33zXOUXqOpZzEt6vg8wOcL0u-oByBzE8ADewpeISemJ64E0VX1msYsDq_KG1Zt8LJ4pVSE6-W7Q5A6JAngS7LwkaPMMkSzYhhdyHTZ5TwgATgroXfytZ202fwAACNhPRZ7K-69QY-/s400/IMG_8031.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102567427110105778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKkBQ_BjarjrmPE4YNG9LLEHjc1kMbcVHexbvNDfl0-75t-dJqRyhtzIEwyPBo9z6W1EKzvnhMhkQVtOSGyRkNaLuxh0ZbZa1ouAF_nO71Sx-0is0UfTsIdKxaAHJpvMyXEXQb7VNkJ2a/s400/IMG_8036.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102567087807689378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWrRUb59uI9AdW_zVH32XzwaMfd2hPEXP0WE-M9kyEKD6tjL8pj2bjfv2Iv_6Uk8B1Od4A7r-2UtxSn0gmmTJzo2XF0B_SYtB2eAgwkgCHzKUvUfcyqqhijYOqEKx_S4JAHCer6OITzFq/s400/IMG_8037.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102566903124095634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmnZ-cG9mqRwWIoEduWrBvnN1Od29taT8LMtNbhnMeVffDvbxo-K443gXWfgmtMfB6cb6RfxwNa-01JMdXou8jRXeb9Bq9heWbozqxVm3OqOR7CyWmc3khnOI3OdpvkZOLViYDzfKk0O9/s400/IMG_8040.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102566374843118210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAy6K7rrVBXtw7mm0Vhvb732rFso53w6wJYMAhWLK2Pxfhqd9Z00-3NwYyQBCK8HsJh8Uaq5sDTsvwD2rY407JbOzmi4g2tyyCOnNe8cq3fJ5HUo3xKUrwwOn5YsA9pyJnwtyLMlZntDX/s400/IMG_8041.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102566117145080434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4JqRGH92X0jMybPAmNqK0UXJ9lmhIbFepSvzdYeGK0CUYfZ4psPfo4nhKdMHETQd2RSLLOCrIi8eAgU7FcU9gGkwBNHEBhzSL6-uIUBHyA7nDGbOrP_MwN39kfffJR2lTG7fwioj0zmac/s400/IMG_8045.JPG" border="0" /><br />In our last stretch up to Krestena where we met up with Kosta, Olympia and their friends; we saw important fires in front of ourselves, and although from his house they are seen about 3 km far, we kept thinking that it would stop soon. That afternoon we went to the beach, and we saw the fires near, the smoke covered the sun leaving a spectacular red sky, but... it is a big tragedy. At the end of the beach we saw the flames how they arrived practically up to the sea, and we decided to run away as all the people who were there. When we arrived home we saw the same beach burning on TV, in the news.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102565743482925666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGfg2IsY9pMHpMty1PGcG0xfbAlzA9D-_sushfn7hQ5yc5ekPOQQC1VuZaqLwZaWhbrmR00N_d2Yw386_NPMtIBYOhV7Ap4EwuNxWLPJo0kZEhZkj02fbLXuolWWuORNR9UiQFyHKKM-L/s400/IMG_8049.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102565588864102994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouq8A9xihrOP6rJnzeVYhe5obOt6kAkbZdGCdIi1CFTS4ZNMg1mCNarea444bmnnaHl04i1z6QQr6yBghNv0PPgvVzT9TU6T_CxWgTeY_rc-UyRNnxdskcm84PFoMWP0vnyrcDpoICbTQ/s400/IMG_8050.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102565236676784706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_uEit62yDYdCoYeqyIzjBBbleW-bne_Uqkq_FxtiHJb0R0br1niDMJ31dWc6bNci0h4lb3o8XMUi5PNknsUaxj8Fld0q3Rd5ydUwOzQggxAHbJZz4rDmK6XyutUHg4inhrPL53Nt93hzI/s400/IMG_8056.JPG" border="0" /><br />From that moment we followed very near the news and the fire from the balcony. Krestena is in a valley, and that night the summits of the last mountains started to burn; the following day the situation was worse, the fire was at about 2 km far from the house and the people started to be frightened. In the afternoon we returned to the beach of the last days, already burned down; it was very sad to see it, the flames on the side of the road, fallen trees in it, destroyed houses, and of course everything burned, very sad...<br />Going back home we were really scary, the fire has lowered the mountain, and it is only at 1 km; in front of the flames we saw a small town that was going to be devoured by the fire. In the TV only speak about this; then, almost all the Peloponnese is burning, but also Athens and other places in Greece... We took this photo from the balcony of the house.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102774577677759426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqE0v34fW4RhBrOXMH9Ntrr-83ixe27dY5qwSKyszXKrTh4qMaEtwRHjW7_kT2mjV4NsxWuRkKeay-JazggQNTM-0ZJbst19DOzbnJlIXgN_YJ8qGW-2iHjd6G3ilEBPUb3zprQZomlWz/s400/IMG_8073.JPG" border="0" /></p><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-62049365010332787182007-08-18T15:53:00.000+02:002009-11-02T11:34:48.670+01:00MACEDONIATowards Greece we crossed this small country, the first stop, it was the capital city, which is very near to the border with Kosovo, where we had to be very cautious, because the cars that stopped to pick us up could be taxis, and of course, one only finds out when is on the half the way…<br /><br />Skopje, is a small and very quiet city, surrounded of nature; and with a Turkish bazaar, very lively, noisy, and perfect to get lost during hours and hours; which is accessible through the famous “stone bridge”.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HfKepUGohOPUmwWwHxuCJEmQmKAWH02YPpo5ixYsd24P9ZnRC_Xe7_32urRTSvtp7cOR8MvX353CGNvK0hyc4a6YZ2_aJVtc9om_GbUIl85eK2Xu9sjmG8kmL9I2VHH5Vmxh0aj2SSJg/s1600-h/IMG_7797.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100133220035359282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HfKepUGohOPUmwWwHxuCJEmQmKAWH02YPpo5ixYsd24P9ZnRC_Xe7_32urRTSvtp7cOR8MvX353CGNvK0hyc4a6YZ2_aJVtc9om_GbUIl85eK2Xu9sjmG8kmL9I2VHH5Vmxh0aj2SSJg/s400/IMG_7797.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMXxFEz7wjjzu0-mlTch0YEuGQWnItTAw7OPiypXa74aWwUn1PMxTYpK8rJm2XMluytbK725L5o3NtEtVDXdeysC_MPCyqqM2uE_37sgkbLsc-z3XWldOUqAn8ctuuReHcOgA-0zE2YDy/s1600-h/IMG_7799.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100127370289902114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMXxFEz7wjjzu0-mlTch0YEuGQWnItTAw7OPiypXa74aWwUn1PMxTYpK8rJm2XMluytbK725L5o3NtEtVDXdeysC_MPCyqqM2uE_37sgkbLsc-z3XWldOUqAn8ctuuReHcOgA-0zE2YDy/s400/IMG_7799.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKy-6H7g_bqIDS-FdJ1mmD-9k8PupOd0T74MwOPf2u9N8FGNgoHLrUfC2l9JQifxbbsWxdlDhggdvgEkHuhn7p70x9L7ZsIsd-hYX27CLjr-gWD_MVWbg-AVP47MRUlNWojBz5Jn0nUMo/s1600-h/IMG_7798.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100126163404091922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKy-6H7g_bqIDS-FdJ1mmD-9k8PupOd0T74MwOPf2u9N8FGNgoHLrUfC2l9JQifxbbsWxdlDhggdvgEkHuhn7p70x9L7ZsIsd-hYX27CLjr-gWD_MVWbg-AVP47MRUlNWojBz5Jn0nUMo/s400/IMG_7798.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />In a long way we went to the most known city of Macedonia, Ohrid, protected by the UNESCO, beside the Lake of Ohrid, the oldest in Europe.<br />During the way we realized the rivalry that exists between the Muslims (Albanian) and the orthodox ones (Macedonian), as we traveled with different people of different religions, and each one talked badly of the others.<br /><br />Here we met Al, and other "peace-workers", we pointed very well contacting Al, because from his house we had the best views of the city and the lake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpCPRNkBxwzsw14bN6qluR0Zc-TmCUgWGgmOVFpcSmtWRjwcF4r16QNpmxyj70Auh_UcOEv-wRe5q8ZznGLKQSTz0q4n_rfulNfTf1LfLtpT-18UzGf4LlkVTqmhSt3ztkPo7XNh2nJXz/s1600-h/IMG_7835.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100121069572878850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpCPRNkBxwzsw14bN6qluR0Zc-TmCUgWGgmOVFpcSmtWRjwcF4r16QNpmxyj70Auh_UcOEv-wRe5q8ZznGLKQSTz0q4n_rfulNfTf1LfLtpT-18UzGf4LlkVTqmhSt3ztkPo7XNh2nJXz/s400/IMG_7835.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />In the old town of Ohrid, there is a big fort surrounded by a wall; next to the monastery people are digging continuously looking for archaeological remains; everything near the edges of the big lake, where we also were swimming.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CpKnEUuAYyIdhWPImXBtEcOyNb1JZn2Ms53dlgfSpP3ma_Vnr-Lk4z-SrcDNIOJ8_tMYxofFE66zckvSptbS5ggj7BMvVoqXg2yg1PveGQXNREsNrFyDwL9-Vvf4BSrl6vs4LXjqPN6T/s1600-h/IMG_7822.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100120446802620914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CpKnEUuAYyIdhWPImXBtEcOyNb1JZn2Ms53dlgfSpP3ma_Vnr-Lk4z-SrcDNIOJ8_tMYxofFE66zckvSptbS5ggj7BMvVoqXg2yg1PveGQXNREsNrFyDwL9-Vvf4BSrl6vs4LXjqPN6T/s400/IMG_7822.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbu2iHhmgLmoumKAo-DO3gwGVn6FcdgMiS8I-2-eN-o279bChWB3WyZioPPVzIgZfUSdQiFxIvtsERkdX9fNO0lPtVYuS24tVOJVC0PVpPMmMZzyMsgBFH1pFj-vYMgM-7eV23ACqNS9nl/s1600-h/IMG_7833.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100119506204783074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbu2iHhmgLmoumKAo-DO3gwGVn6FcdgMiS8I-2-eN-o279bChWB3WyZioPPVzIgZfUSdQiFxIvtsERkdX9fNO0lPtVYuS24tVOJVC0PVpPMmMZzyMsgBFH1pFj-vYMgM-7eV23ACqNS9nl/s400/IMG_7833.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKF8xl5L-EhLujM4jBQUrU5in-4DDIclL6S7WElXF2f8TN1RcRS7KUhk8bkCCLaZh4gRM88q2MVd0_WyGGHhbC8NDcav3YSuzuigXbgThr6O4LaU2oC3hrGhNwjC56GnH_BAtlzKvr3Fh/s1600-h/IMG_7831.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100118453937795538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKF8xl5L-EhLujM4jBQUrU5in-4DDIclL6S7WElXF2f8TN1RcRS7KUhk8bkCCLaZh4gRM88q2MVd0_WyGGHhbC8NDcav3YSuzuigXbgThr6O4LaU2oC3hrGhNwjC56GnH_BAtlzKvr3Fh/s400/IMG_7831.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsPsr-p-2arlAJzgRvyUkUA_WCV027p8AkrkkG7FCurQ5-UTLsG0Mpd3161qqzHMczQPyKKkPc8c2yNwiGid70jxRyRq1KT9vti0tU0yjdB9YRuw6L-2crX0O6OeIQc5YOD5lMN3ybPTg/s1600-h/IMG_7829.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100116972174078402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsPsr-p-2arlAJzgRvyUkUA_WCV027p8AkrkkG7FCurQ5-UTLsG0Mpd3161qqzHMczQPyKKkPc8c2yNwiGid70jxRyRq1KT9vti0tU0yjdB9YRuw6L-2crX0O6OeIQc5YOD5lMN3ybPTg/s400/IMG_7829.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The last city was Bitola; where we were fortunate of arriving with Gjupco, who works in Italy, and with his girlfriend; they invited us to have a drink in the city and they had a great gesture with us, giving us some money.<br />Dragan of HC, show us all the city centre and gave us everything that he had. Not only we went to see him playing football, we also took part of it!<br /><br />Macedonia is the cheapest country that we have found in the travel, now that we are entering in Greece, we are going to have a big surprise…….<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-75Xvhz2_PrmnXx8Y4IVJ5JipsqQGbyqQm_qMeVPs89Rw8hy28e4k3xEWg_cYjEvgA-GtwbjX96S1bhcOHtmXJ2-thku_NjdWFlf2dEzs1_8IT5uW3scd6TImW8zlVCj5-aHfTvE-Z1Iv/s1600-h/macedoni.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100115713748660658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-75Xvhz2_PrmnXx8Y4IVJ5JipsqQGbyqQm_qMeVPs89Rw8hy28e4k3xEWg_cYjEvgA-GtwbjX96S1bhcOHtmXJ2-thku_NjdWFlf2dEzs1_8IT5uW3scd6TImW8zlVCj5-aHfTvE-Z1Iv/s400/macedoni.gif" border="0" /></a>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-73593510854648860752007-08-10T05:10:00.000+02:002009-11-02T11:39:35.733+01:00BALKANSOn the last days we have made a fast trip by the Balkans, starting by Bosnia and Herzegovina, a surprising country for its nature. After passing through green fields, mountains, rivers, and neglected towns, Sarajevo appears in a big valley at our feet. We used several and different vehicles to arrive here; but the last one was very curious, we were very squeezed in a small truck, and every time that the man changed speeds touched me the leg, and laughing he said me continuously: "I am not gay!".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG5tKTQh0KBZuqowriyvQt3zztl26SR_O9sjzbIQwTQGBb0S2F7es6lJZcQ324hk9-48rUNywVIQI-_c1sdcpPpzg8kFlVULTjvOuO2H17u__vrTP7SVz2rGdz967JjcnNFyB-MmR13A29/s1600-h/IMG_7648.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098325839068256770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG5tKTQh0KBZuqowriyvQt3zztl26SR_O9sjzbIQwTQGBb0S2F7es6lJZcQ324hk9-48rUNywVIQI-_c1sdcpPpzg8kFlVULTjvOuO2H17u__vrTP7SVz2rGdz967JjcnNFyB-MmR13A29/s400/IMG_7648.JPG" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Our friend from Belgrade, Paris, is helping us a lot looking for friends of him that can host us in some places, the first place was here in Sarajevo, but we didn’t know that his friend was the Pastor of the Evangelist church in Breza (near Sarajevo), Mladen. It was very interesting to know all the people of the church, and their different ideas respect to the rest of Christians as well.<br />Bosnia is a country of majority Muslims, in Sarajevo what stands out more are the big quantity of mosques, with its towers that are seen from the moment that you arrive. Unfortunately practically everything is in reconstruction after the hard war suffered in the country. The buildings that still withstand are totally perforated, and not only in the capital of the country, even in the smallest town of Bosnia.<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0OlBl-W933G9hP1D7_IVJObpNNxXct0dZdrHop6qUA_gV8Ngv78p2Kc3rG3o0_IMViV4KU7YHADkB8TuzszeqfAwpMyadJzR17Z0LXjGk0MhdVZPKn0c1fNyJs-tQhLUzrZp9YOLZE-I/s1600-h/IMG_7612.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098331066043456066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0OlBl-W933G9hP1D7_IVJObpNNxXct0dZdrHop6qUA_gV8Ngv78p2Kc3rG3o0_IMViV4KU7YHADkB8TuzszeqfAwpMyadJzR17Z0LXjGk0MhdVZPKn0c1fNyJs-tQhLUzrZp9YOLZE-I/s400/IMG_7612.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFFe5IbmM7A_DS7DLjKOk9CObHLF9VOg-BvnnJm9mMaO7hISWoteLSxLk-9dhcKRD2RwxcRltSU1YN05H8xXRGAKfD3esQz2ViA8RSXR6DcSmdIL1uJRqQmyOY_ChCVbDrukKSCfNLwpZ/s1600-h/IMG_7626.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098328656566802978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFFe5IbmM7A_DS7DLjKOk9CObHLF9VOg-BvnnJm9mMaO7hISWoteLSxLk-9dhcKRD2RwxcRltSU1YN05H8xXRGAKfD3esQz2ViA8RSXR6DcSmdIL1uJRqQmyOY_ChCVbDrukKSCfNLwpZ/s400/IMG_7626.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgEORgoPgAguOc_XgUnsJ3tGTpYxXwfux2krQ6EzRuqP_UAhzFXVpsIqXL5v9L9s7crDuCsY-GSS5phXTkNHHO3oGUxb6bqzHCLtMoAOXYh7ZpYk0gthh6iGXMP-00w4210FeZO3BzZeN/s1600-h/IMG_7620.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098330129740585522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgEORgoPgAguOc_XgUnsJ3tGTpYxXwfux2krQ6EzRuqP_UAhzFXVpsIqXL5v9L9s7crDuCsY-GSS5phXTkNHHO3oGUxb6bqzHCLtMoAOXYh7ZpYk0gthh6iGXMP-00w4210FeZO3BzZeN/s400/IMG_7620.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br />At the begging we would spend a pair of days with the people of the church, but they received us so well that we were two days more; in those days they explained us the hard moments lived during the war. We also went with them to a lake to collect some stuff of their camp, and like this we went back to Sarajevo.<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEo-8JAQqk_Jxs55VirBpv2KRJIs-LFhOzlh56uNUbVBhMoqHjjFnDEhPgL4FlpMkUtiOdWopzIlaXFSCVKPwxI_DXlAHa_clny5BvMcSHPsYdJsoCnlFyGQpJTF9E27OJfG7DV_eYPkE6/s1600-h/IMG_7638.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098327574235044370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEo-8JAQqk_Jxs55VirBpv2KRJIs-LFhOzlh56uNUbVBhMoqHjjFnDEhPgL4FlpMkUtiOdWopzIlaXFSCVKPwxI_DXlAHa_clny5BvMcSHPsYdJsoCnlFyGQpJTF9E27OJfG7DV_eYPkE6/s400/IMG_7638.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Up to Mostar the road goes by valleys and mountains, and the beauty of this country surprise us again. The group of the church went in the same way than us and they brought us to the city, which was totally devastated, and its consequences are seen nowadays everywhere. Apart of the war of Yugoslavia, Bosnia had the conflict of religions; in Mostar, Muslims and Catholics fought each other, in both sides of the river, without mercy. So, this country received the worst part of everything. The historic centre of Mostar is totally restored.<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8AlfChTfYDv8xBqwEuWciH6s8upZ5ITvtJEWk8kkoiPwxNDnvnReQIARMy8XUGfYzTp3gOdPIhdJyH5E7s33ZMLdg83XrKRTBkWhCoXB8fsJLCcY8aQStWVYf7oTOX7psKAX8oDkF0_r/s1600-h/IMG_7674.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098316192571709842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8AlfChTfYDv8xBqwEuWciH6s8upZ5ITvtJEWk8kkoiPwxNDnvnReQIARMy8XUGfYzTp3gOdPIhdJyH5E7s33ZMLdg83XrKRTBkWhCoXB8fsJLCcY8aQStWVYf7oTOX7psKAX8oDkF0_r/s400/IMG_7674.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwPcKGT91n8fyz03dITgXzRNYWYH7sZYyBbkarFBBnYFYYRw6wnm4hbALXDTDIokLrct4oi-eQJVZfXZqx3xivRy5gl5oEKxvMcChtDQ7JesUZ9qkA8LYWh81m8rg40qUQspGqfLWYStA/s1600-h/IMG_7659.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098325272132573682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwPcKGT91n8fyz03dITgXzRNYWYH7sZYyBbkarFBBnYFYYRw6wnm4hbALXDTDIokLrct4oi-eQJVZfXZqx3xivRy5gl5oEKxvMcChtDQ7JesUZ9qkA8LYWh81m8rg40qUQspGqfLWYStA/s400/IMG_7659.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br />In the following photos are some of the buildings that we have found, mostly in Mostar, and many of them even with the trenches.<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPD2efbEQ3Dim2Ka00SKexLYIizvBGAeLqHj9gOJ61GhWyZZ8j0rFLcWBqiJ8stXRe_xH4bjkY6d_p712R5Ut_2H4ELupS3Ki4RI8mzEDWs47ZvcJT19OoK0BdCtxbfylb2e7k15d9jZA/s1600-h/IMG_7668.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098320835431356866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPD2efbEQ3Dim2Ka00SKexLYIizvBGAeLqHj9gOJ61GhWyZZ8j0rFLcWBqiJ8stXRe_xH4bjkY6d_p712R5Ut_2H4ELupS3Ki4RI8mzEDWs47ZvcJT19OoK0BdCtxbfylb2e7k15d9jZA/s400/IMG_7668.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7KtsG1iZ0kcRNxKSwzk5n5-tlJ8mNjmyobYVfrEnApS0bhTVUcQ-nl-HxPOITNuieJbmPKR5U-q21rewEztoMnM-QUmzT1QQqI3AKPkXCiTt8BTzgSIx7lF09tvW_pP7fEwKp8fYW5Q1/s1600-h/IMG_7667.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098322373029648850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7KtsG1iZ0kcRNxKSwzk5n5-tlJ8mNjmyobYVfrEnApS0bhTVUcQ-nl-HxPOITNuieJbmPKR5U-q21rewEztoMnM-QUmzT1QQqI3AKPkXCiTt8BTzgSIx7lF09tvW_pP7fEwKp8fYW5Q1/s400/IMG_7667.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_KCK9NxKr3gQZBS3F_yrei8vRN6ezq8cd9vfM0KZEGC26njbClgpE4g8ijCuXzWWJYubDh3zrjvy8IaLVvR_UzWNpEzZxMOGFWl15eY2lp77JOox2xPdTaAWX4_pnau3LOQjHIyKd_NPw/s1600-h/IMG_7670.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098319237703522738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_KCK9NxKr3gQZBS3F_yrei8vRN6ezq8cd9vfM0KZEGC26njbClgpE4g8ijCuXzWWJYubDh3zrjvy8IaLVvR_UzWNpEzZxMOGFWl15eY2lp77JOox2xPdTaAWX4_pnau3LOQjHIyKd_NPw/s400/IMG_7670.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5vnLRfA3Y8zuRX-V0nLqVyN4wUQHZtdEujwrZhNbSYLbk5-wp67iR8pyjqYsmR_HvrWuu55jgIL4h7JQd0ujpMcHCZaB8g9Z53D1EgevpxctYJ67_3R_3XEdmKraVTUVc6mnMwDPRlm2V/s1600-h/IMG_7666.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098323201958336994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5vnLRfA3Y8zuRX-V0nLqVyN4wUQHZtdEujwrZhNbSYLbk5-wp67iR8pyjqYsmR_HvrWuu55jgIL4h7JQd0ujpMcHCZaB8g9Z53D1EgevpxctYJ67_3R_3XEdmKraVTUVc6mnMwDPRlm2V/s400/IMG_7666.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />During the next days we didn’t have contacts of CS or HC, for that we were finding places to sleep somewhere, and it’s funny, because every day we made plans, and we NEVER slept where we thought. The same day of Mostar we decided to leave in the afternoon and to sleep somewhere on the way to Croatia, but to hitchhike here is not really good, so we went with the first car that stops, even when he wasn’t going to our destination. Again we went back to the Adriatic coast but by the Croatian side, although we spent the night in the only coastal city that Bosnia has; Neum. We pass a very little comfortable night on a beach of rocks, anyway, the view that we had in front of us during the sunset and sunrise, it doesn’t have price. The coast in this side of the Adriatic is formed by big mountains that die directly in the sea, and numerous islands in its crystalline turquoise waters.<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;font-family:georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71VsJhvBSDtDgoUxVLFQAkhvmZB3Bkt-7DYntjsNX-x3gC1DFOexvtt2TEKaRj-YbZxKpMelIJORJg89n-th9E-qK2HBp8Ec04N3tvYHPhpT3XZpE26kX6fLEaobdlEjx2qB06mnyWbdI/s1600-h/IMG_7692.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098314272721328514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71VsJhvBSDtDgoUxVLFQAkhvmZB3Bkt-7DYntjsNX-x3gC1DFOexvtt2TEKaRj-YbZxKpMelIJORJg89n-th9E-qK2HBp8Ec04N3tvYHPhpT3XZpE26kX6fLEaobdlEjx2qB06mnyWbdI/s400/IMG_7692.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />When we get up in the morning, the idea was to go to Split, after three hours hitchhiking, we decided to go to Dubrovnik, a little nearer right to the south, it was moments that we needed all the possible patience in our tired bodies.<br />Dubrovnik is really beautiful, a big fort bathed by the sea, with a whole city inside; the rest of the city extends through the slope of the mountain with roads at different levels; there is not flat space between the sea and the mountain. And again the beach to sleep; well, with the noise of the discos, we couldn’t sleep too much…<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Z_eOQbuJN4nql-EA-coSrKYPVPq6D31MqJpjnpEQIylAY37mPkum9GH2gWBkYEc-gwl-QLU-Bfg528ANJ1SPpaYc0j8s12_VE5dNt5hVNzze6Kh51Mfeln7P9Qh6it__o6eh_SW_ifvJ/s1600-h/IMG_7735.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098311098740496722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Z_eOQbuJN4nql-EA-coSrKYPVPq6D31MqJpjnpEQIylAY37mPkum9GH2gWBkYEc-gwl-QLU-Bfg528ANJ1SPpaYc0j8s12_VE5dNt5hVNzze6Kh51Mfeln7P9Qh6it__o6eh_SW_ifvJ/s400/IMG_7735.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWbdc2kTTqqU7CnROac1OCpBk8K1_H65C-ulnA3VXuMWiTwVO3Kd_P2JQH-p_WY-6vDhvMDozBRxejG8fOHbKaRa1-u2g1tvjt9XA7jPDmIvfvLEp8dVAmonIQLuXFvqZW2zESdpXPtsKr/s1600-h/IMG_7730.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098311983503759714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWbdc2kTTqqU7CnROac1OCpBk8K1_H65C-ulnA3VXuMWiTwVO3Kd_P2JQH-p_WY-6vDhvMDozBRxejG8fOHbKaRa1-u2g1tvjt9XA7jPDmIvfvLEp8dVAmonIQLuXFvqZW2zESdpXPtsKr/s400/IMG_7730.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfJ9eMWjgsCMBgNImLccCysuDaqVWnFL3cVTt1YjmJ2szmyOPlXvF66uTGq5FLFQauSlu2fLlrevxyBWeP3pgCxUxnYThh97fX7OmiIHgUkBHVh7qlzc4NT499bj_9Zuz_Smjm-I7dHSH/s1600-h/IMG_7720.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098313048655649138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfJ9eMWjgsCMBgNImLccCysuDaqVWnFL3cVTt1YjmJ2szmyOPlXvF66uTGq5FLFQauSlu2fLlrevxyBWeP3pgCxUxnYThh97fX7OmiIHgUkBHVh7qlzc4NT499bj_9Zuz_Smjm-I7dHSH/s400/IMG_7720.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Rhumb to the south we keep hitchhiking in this infernal road for the hitchhikers; one guy from Montenegro who came driving nonstop from Germany (18 hr.); takes us up to the border of his country. The idea was to take us further on, but the papers of the car were not in order, and we left him on the border. Again with the patience level at maximum we tried to stop some car to go to Kotor; this time tourists, who usually no stop, pick us up. Thanks to the fact that they were tourists, they chose the longest and prettiest road to reach Kotor, where there is a fort of the style of Dubrovnik, but with a wall and small towers that rise on the slope of the high mountain.<br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHg2H61KDEh_8CaH4k-qd2_H_pFixBTyi3UUD159F11nShpx1esRFxWh7Fa2I81d2hWyE_q0tb9Tx6VebGSCrNTK1oJWiQgXZotQBq7qOEjkfKFAwNkXAejEmyheJEa2LmHoPcKbiNB-0/s1600-h/IMG_7741.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098310231157102914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHg2H61KDEh_8CaH4k-qd2_H_pFixBTyi3UUD159F11nShpx1esRFxWh7Fa2I81d2hWyE_q0tb9Tx6VebGSCrNTK1oJWiQgXZotQBq7qOEjkfKFAwNkXAejEmyheJEa2LmHoPcKbiNB-0/s400/IMG_7741.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqvm7sOv6FxV4fNdgAEh4E7pwp7GzA6w20ZUMcS2Dc1dvexIvcxdqQPtco6NckHcYgd9JJXh3BwONtCIFss6KHXutZru9iI_ZysGWy1VsvdtdVYYBb21loi5WqY1BECeRZ5enRvphb2rU/s1600-h/IMG_7744.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098309028566260018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqvm7sOv6FxV4fNdgAEh4E7pwp7GzA6w20ZUMcS2Dc1dvexIvcxdqQPtco6NckHcYgd9JJXh3BwONtCIFss6KHXutZru9iI_ZysGWy1VsvdtdVYYBb21loi5WqY1BECeRZ5enRvphb2rU/s400/IMG_7744.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />As we don’t have where to sleep, we prefer to keep going, and to know more places... but is being very hard that people pick us up here. It was very sad when we saw other local hitchhikers at our side that were taken in one minute after arriving, we were thinking even in a kind of conspiracy against the foreigners; but always there is somebody in last minute who save us. A man takes us again to the coast, to Budva, a place that keeps being beautiful as all the seaside here; with excessive tourism, but we look for better hotels...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvG_pxVfzmJBr27aB6NNoDsNXkoR14ITcjVtoPBnNPizS3CgiAp9AHkiUVGtLpTmznpO-Sid1td0Wk2ZO-_26l7c4F4BNIEQJR-cESm8i2MJ01JGJz_9vTyoPfVCiv43hU37m5EMENCztB/s1600-h/IMG_7748.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098305442268567810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvG_pxVfzmJBr27aB6NNoDsNXkoR14ITcjVtoPBnNPizS3CgiAp9AHkiUVGtLpTmznpO-Sid1td0Wk2ZO-_26l7c4F4BNIEQJR-cESm8i2MJ01JGJz_9vTyoPfVCiv43hU37m5EMENCztB/s400/IMG_7748.JPG" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />The day after we arrived to Podgorica, the capital city f Montenegro; although it was not our plan to visit the city, the man who brought us made a touristic tour through the centre for us, and left us in route to keep traveling. Three days sleeping somewhere outside is tired, getting up every day at 5:30 in the morning, don’t rest well; that, keeps pressing, but every moment is an adventure, this makes that the tiredness remain to one side and forget it. By truck we went towards the north of the country; if Bosnia liked us for its nature, Montenegro....is wonderful!, we go through mountain roads, beside a small canyon with a river, and arriving so high that we saw big valleys from above.<br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfd_fgArkNfHZ8_dJum7qwaRBtvP-nujG-gXcSNG9kQHTQv5KDXXAthkvZUWJ5bvobXiycQ00pT30BHqUdpXJcjf6DoEGOIn_kR9nDoc4oG70lzKHsNbmb4tOVyICcg4KfqjM74-peeK_/s1600-h/IMG_7752.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098304243972692210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfd_fgArkNfHZ8_dJum7qwaRBtvP-nujG-gXcSNG9kQHTQv5KDXXAthkvZUWJ5bvobXiycQ00pT30BHqUdpXJcjf6DoEGOIn_kR9nDoc4oG70lzKHsNbmb4tOVyICcg4KfqjM74-peeK_/s400/IMG_7752.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />In route, we choose a town where we can sleep, and with another truck more, we reach Berane with the gaze of all the habitants, if the Montenegrin coast is very touristic, here they are not used to see foreigners, even when we went to the cyber is the revolution among the people! Casually we could talk with a boy about Kosovo, it is an unknown place for us, and we don’t know which are the conditions to be able to travel in our way; well, about what we talked to what we did in the end… is totally different. Going out of Berane, we found a very good place to sleep hide in a field where we said: -here we will sleep all the time we need to make up for the last days; but our dear friend of travel, the rain, woke up us at 4:00 in the morning.<br /><br />The journey to Kosovo couldn’t be more intense; the idea was to hitchhike to the following city, and to catch a bus to the border, but... we couldn’t be more fortunate, the guy who picks us up, was a policeman of the customs in the border with Kosovo, so we save a lot of time, and besides the guy bought us something for the lunch! With other guys we arrived to Kosovo; officially it belongs to Serbia, but is ruled by its own, even the stamp of the customs is as if Kosovo was an independent country (At the time of this travel it wasn’t independent). Peje is in the plain of the valley, which we see from the mountain as we keep going down. On the way we saw destroyed houses, even small neglected neighborhoods that belonged to the Serbs who have had to run away out here. We have been warned of the danger of Kosovo, and although we didn’t see any danger, (excluding the anti-person mines in the mountains), we decided to search for something safer than the street to sleep. In a Muslim “country”, we went to the Catholic Church to ask the priest for accommodation, in any place that he could. But the guy who did of translator between us, didn’t think twice, -Come to me home! he said. After four days sleeping outside; a bed, a shower, and homemade food... is something that arrives straight from the Heaven. Visar and his family, gave us everything in this day... Respect of the city, the best it’s to get lost through the bazaar of the centre, where the most important mosque of the city is; but apart from that we had an interesting meeting with one of the Spanish troops that works in Kosovo. They told us about what their work consisted (basically same as “civil policeman” in Spain), and about how was Kosovo some years ago, ensuring that the situation now is much better. Probably with the supposed independence that they will get soon, Kosovo keep improving little by little. They were quite glad to speak with Spanish, and they assured that we were the first that they saw here.<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbujiyKuU8aeZ2yG_jXIVVyFNO4wUut-h6-dR9XCHWOLardlNbmwef3p3KEJ9pnJprRaORtPGEDJPQUwJCEI9lxI92vXeAUUvQ0gWUBkBJU6NnrICAh4mChbtukfpKF7z9t6CWDz4FUoGB/s1600-h/IMG_7755.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098303037086882018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbujiyKuU8aeZ2yG_jXIVVyFNO4wUut-h6-dR9XCHWOLardlNbmwef3p3KEJ9pnJprRaORtPGEDJPQUwJCEI9lxI92vXeAUUvQ0gWUBkBJU6NnrICAh4mChbtukfpKF7z9t6CWDz4FUoGB/s400/IMG_7755.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29axS75MM1uXL2CKetjByd5lDEG0p5pdErAKriKbYZBvds1lydhjHGtahdjsRORlqXmHDONYsh1XqrEcQ4NWXBctAkpsLkvR1VbEsIL34uWgC63l6aQmAH2vZNl6Rm5TvXsBdjjakeEBx/s1600-h/IMG_7766.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098302238222964946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29axS75MM1uXL2CKetjByd5lDEG0p5pdErAKriKbYZBvds1lydhjHGtahdjsRORlqXmHDONYsh1XqrEcQ4NWXBctAkpsLkvR1VbEsIL34uWgC63l6aQmAH2vZNl6Rm5TvXsBdjjakeEBx/s400/IMG_7766.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQzdkYrymmMwz076iQzGnJNokhmPG0qgmha2Oop2EnxkfLDwgN0ZC6aXegGhPphwQo2UUGYgExLBvWqYfaz_KBpDp-IgVFPYdbt3a3gOavUiDFqXvfcIAAS9CyYYhW4hPxRTi0-GToqNY/s1600-h/IMG_7764.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098301598272837826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQzdkYrymmMwz076iQzGnJNokhmPG0qgmha2Oop2EnxkfLDwgN0ZC6aXegGhPphwQo2UUGYgExLBvWqYfaz_KBpDp-IgVFPYdbt3a3gOavUiDFqXvfcIAAS9CyYYhW4hPxRTi0-GToqNY/s400/IMG_7764.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><br />Despite of the advises to don’t hitchhike here…we did it, and it’s a great country to do so, here the people who do it, don’t put either the hand or anything, simply they wait on the road (as waiting for the bus), and the people stop to pick them up. And although it is common to do it, seeing two foreigners doing it, surprised to the people a lot, because here there is not tourism.<br /><br />With the truck of Coca-Cola we reach Pristina, the capital city. On the way, demolished buildings keep being seen, churches... but also some curious traffic signals like this one…<br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj992vlLktg6dAxnCCxFtpMbx4Hg4dII6ik5W8hi0Gvn4cEc6oeYtbeWqBcEGZw1HdaoSysI_tOz0K4z99S3-vflOvACTa3QvrjD-xqY88bfJlAHlGXOmO0AVh_dY6FFWMMpXAfoyyuOuAL/s1600-h/IMG_7775.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098300649085065394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj992vlLktg6dAxnCCxFtpMbx4Hg4dII6ik5W8hi0Gvn4cEc6oeYtbeWqBcEGZw1HdaoSysI_tOz0K4z99S3-vflOvACTa3QvrjD-xqY88bfJlAHlGXOmO0AVh_dY6FFWMMpXAfoyyuOuAL/s400/IMG_7775.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><br />We expected a more destroyed city, and although it is not, is seen a little crushed and old. Visar and Blerton showed us all the city centre; it was very funny when we went to the main and oldest mosque of Pristina (550 years). It was closed, but our friends talked with the gardener, (we don’t know which story they told him), that he was agree to open it for us, but we had to pass a "control" before. The Spanish government is against the independence of Kosovo, so the gardener asked us if Spain had changed opinion, but the definite answer was ours: Were we agree of the independence? If the answer was YES, we could see the mosque; so, YES of course we are!! Although this is our real opinion, after see what we had seen.<br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQve-ffixKzZylIiAiC3rLeZBsjKnHFLhuzLnjiIRWmPhfKq6d-8Oh-GZuC61uu-v1RfqrTg5tKpC3pX3OEImsQYsUG42C2Ea1ONTdK3tkwSSXsAmgqyo5Wu2dEo3fYHVcqJWEpiSy486-/s1600-h/IMG_7784.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098300077854415010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQve-ffixKzZylIiAiC3rLeZBsjKnHFLhuzLnjiIRWmPhfKq6d-8Oh-GZuC61uu-v1RfqrTg5tKpC3pX3OEImsQYsUG42C2Ea1ONTdK3tkwSSXsAmgqyo5Wu2dEo3fYHVcqJWEpiSy486-/s400/IMG_7784.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Ox96MSmhKfIlyTpeYzoA2ATBP0YUoF7h5zWltEQiDn8k9OHdSDtKaE79mlmlAZCZsvWmYkxNH8TYJC2ZGU0LGvd8BHB5MPE_9mLEO9KIxPIW1cfq1gvZO3y3efkvx-MuHItL-upR1LxZ/s1600-h/IMG_7783.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098299330530105490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Ox96MSmhKfIlyTpeYzoA2ATBP0YUoF7h5zWltEQiDn8k9OHdSDtKaE79mlmlAZCZsvWmYkxNH8TYJC2ZGU0LGvd8BHB5MPE_9mLEO9KIxPIW1cfq1gvZO3y3efkvx-MuHItL-upR1LxZ/s400/IMG_7783.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLWDKgESmdCf3OWPZKtae7gdwHjwJfVS5A6wjnB4uLX6xUDz7FOvbXc_r4GMSi6rtWUXtcE7SiaYgrwBbAgVo15Wpc2Yt1fLj2yEBVwyXLwHoOHi1k7HGt5Ns813FshSTPm8U4ZlSBNhZP/s1600-h/IMG_7785.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098297539528743042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLWDKgESmdCf3OWPZKtae7gdwHjwJfVS5A6wjnB4uLX6xUDz7FOvbXc_r4GMSi6rtWUXtcE7SiaYgrwBbAgVo15Wpc2Yt1fLj2yEBVwyXLwHoOHi1k7HGt5Ns813FshSTPm8U4ZlSBNhZP/s400/IMG_7785.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><br />The worst thing of Kosovo is that the word “corruption” is in everywhere; EVERYTHING is corrupt; in front of the supposed building of the government (which doesn’t exist), we saw plenty of photos of disappeared people during the war, still with expectation to find somebody.<br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFxEkd-aGIufwpdfhOrx9U2ke1XEf2e5XT2eybnFQGgCWwPu-KkwpCHjo2urfsL5QJxftN9SOB2cu0tLukVdslTanEZ2tweEz9_UeiBVfvCkyc-MevYXYTHiVgd_LgKm0wHOh0Zypa15GC/s1600-h/IMG_7786.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098296792204433522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFxEkd-aGIufwpdfhOrx9U2ke1XEf2e5XT2eybnFQGgCWwPu-KkwpCHjo2urfsL5QJxftN9SOB2cu0tLukVdslTanEZ2tweEz9_UeiBVfvCkyc-MevYXYTHiVgd_LgKm0wHOh0Zypa15GC/s400/IMG_7786.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><br />The night in Pristina was cool, these two guys took us to the Hard Rock (unofficial), and we enjoy a lot listening heavy metal, and metal bands of Kosovo.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><br /></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6a2_mU76xEnUbXS3SNbynLZE1Sqw7RN2fzk74EbRhNXsD_iOmmJPg1eFuqS0OwScuOhjbdqYGvWnYv1OEPdAO1LhtvlibM32tXIgk6Mot-1OdJ2r4XeuA9rVgtu8uedC9ZNsPbud4Ji1J/s1600-h/bosnia.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098331714583517794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6a2_mU76xEnUbXS3SNbynLZE1Sqw7RN2fzk74EbRhNXsD_iOmmJPg1eFuqS0OwScuOhjbdqYGvWnYv1OEPdAO1LhtvlibM32tXIgk6Mot-1OdJ2r4XeuA9rVgtu8uedC9ZNsPbud4Ji1J/s400/bosnia.gif" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg58bey7xYFOw2RYKKhXJCbUhiKoUYrF8bohvI2nxTqCkHDHCM14ubgW5Vd0NoBS0f9xHjP7kCXk0H2uUWEsV2B12pRUWUipZ_FYkhC8nSpYsFGAmaf-mSc6KScqhO4dXt9ET5nkKfzFXDZ/s1600-h/serbia.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098331624389204562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg58bey7xYFOw2RYKKhXJCbUhiKoUYrF8bohvI2nxTqCkHDHCM14ubgW5Vd0NoBS0f9xHjP7kCXk0H2uUWEsV2B12pRUWUipZ_FYkhC8nSpYsFGAmaf-mSc6KScqhO4dXt9ET5nkKfzFXDZ/s400/serbia.gif" border="0" /></a></p>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-11828781985909036602007-08-01T15:57:00.000+02:002009-11-02T11:41:09.240+01:00SERBIATo arrive to Serbia from this part of Romania we must to across a small part of Bulgaria, and for that, one more time we are at the shore of the Danube, which we cross on a platform that takes us to Bulgaria.<br /><br />We were wondering the option of stowaways or hitch hike for a lift by boat, but for 3€ each… it wasn’t too much!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdVUM8onjP3AqztAgY6mEeytYyPUqHLukd2W5grboZ0UHVZkg3kbNwPRHvShESgkhS0B73K7YerQuvlUN2vDjW5gWiGb4-me9Ugh2MnXQQX9t_TiObLtCHZjI2b_nvPqoOwdjNyJN0xpq/s1600-h/IMG_7509.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093749839177177154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdVUM8onjP3AqztAgY6mEeytYyPUqHLukd2W5grboZ0UHVZkg3kbNwPRHvShESgkhS0B73K7YerQuvlUN2vDjW5gWiGb4-me9Ugh2MnXQQX9t_TiObLtCHZjI2b_nvPqoOwdjNyJN0xpq/s400/IMG_7509.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Just arriving to the new country we realized that in Romania we were like at home, now it is impossible to communicate, unless somebody speak English or Spanish... See the cartel of BULGARIA.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaY8Cf3DrfQJdot54fkXyxX8HaBIu1HYmhTV9OaIvrktSl1zzIUMQab3v93IiJGbvWjlH2g9iHeRwBSbxqqmzNLCc0681h5XT8hIrr-7RaQAkkXnhHkBSlxfZ1Y83LY7lqmsTsMX9hIg07/s1600-h/IMG_7513.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093749474104956978" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaY8Cf3DrfQJdot54fkXyxX8HaBIu1HYmhTV9OaIvrktSl1zzIUMQab3v93IiJGbvWjlH2g9iHeRwBSbxqqmzNLCc0681h5XT8hIrr-7RaQAkkXnhHkBSlxfZ1Y83LY7lqmsTsMX9hIg07/s400/IMG_7513.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />After passing customs, we arrived where the taxi drivers wait to catch people, especially some absent-minded tourist, and tell to them that the city is 10km far away, when we already know that it is just 4 km.<br />The impression of Vidin is much more undeveloped than Romania, dusty streets, the people look at us surprised, and afterwards we found the following "car garage"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglAyov8O7uBgibELYICgKRY32-b_FFWSOI65jz33CFqRBdDSb-LqCAEw9se3d9Tvi2QcNfEbfoWLui_gD62h6ZRFj-ib1nAG7qCitJpb3G_4wVmaCejV1KzhKQlbiLox8fqLMCyTvJj4l6/s1600-h/IMG_7514.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093748958708881442" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglAyov8O7uBgibELYICgKRY32-b_FFWSOI65jz33CFqRBdDSb-LqCAEw9se3d9Tvi2QcNfEbfoWLui_gD62h6ZRFj-ib1nAG7qCitJpb3G_4wVmaCejV1KzhKQlbiLox8fqLMCyTvJj4l6/s400/IMG_7514.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We tried to ask to the people for the address that we have and although we don’t understand at all, at least we saw that the people put everything trying to help us.<br />Something very curious of the Bulgarians is that to say YES, they move the head from side to side, and when they say NO, from up to down. It is very funny, because although we know it, our brain is not capable of assimilating it, and we always blunder.<br />The guy who hosted us here, is North American, one of the many "peace-worker" that there are in all this area. He works in a school of Gypsies, teaching Bulgarian to the children, here the gypsies only speak Romance. The work that he is doing is excellent.<br />Respect to the city, there is a fort very well preserved beside the Danube with a great view of it.<br />Before leaving Vidin, we went to the school of gypsies, placed in a neighborhood of exclusively gypsies. The aspect of the streets, the markets, the houses, is totally grievous. At school there is a classroom where Patrick and other assistants teach to the children; in “Friends of travel” of Bulgaria, Patrick is seen in a picture at the school with them.<br />Serbia it’s only 40 km from here, so we put our cartel of Zajecar, nearby a petrol-station, but it is not very common to see a pair of foreigners hitch hiking here. The time passed, and we only saw old, broken cars and little more. We had to put a cartel with the name of Kula, a nearer city, so perhaps somebody stop... Finally stopped two men, and I asked them: Kula? They denied; and… is still impossible to put in our mind that this means YES!! When we reach Kula, the man asked us money, and I denied with the head all the time as I didn’t understand what he told me, but…of course he was understanding that I said yes. Here, gets down one of the man, and the other one said, (at least we understood), that he took us up to the border. On the way we saw the cartels of "Serbia and by Montenegro", they have forgotten to change the name after the independence of Montenegro in 2006.<br />He asked us a lot of money in Euros but the man didn’t know well how much it was a Euro, in the end we gave one to him; he wasn’t very happy, but that’s the problem of the language...<br />On every border it always surprises when two person appear walking with a backpack, but now in Serbia, out of the UE, it starts the questions, what are you doing here?, where you go?, and the typical comments of the policemen: Spanish!! Fernando Alonso!! We used our new passport for the first time with the Serbian stamp and without register at the border we continue our way.<br />But the border is dead, doesn’t pass a car!, so when there was the change of duty of the policemen... they pick us up and brought us to Zajecar. And from here by truck direct to Nis; to don’t have more frights, we asked before about the money, but it seems to be that here it is not habit. The driver was very happy, and he didn’t stop of calling to people to tell them that in his truck there were two Spanish, even called to a friend that spoke English, to talk with us, and inform us that his friend would leave us in the centre of Nis.<br />We never found a member of CS, or HC in this city, only one!, that it would not be here, and that we do not have words; he left the keys of his apartment to a friend who brought us to the flat to stay there…<br /><br />The Serbs have been very hospitable, specially Peter and Jelena, who were taking care of us constantly.<br />The standard of living in this country is higher than some countries of the UE, as Romania or Bulgaria. There are a lot of life in the streets of Nis, the people earn good profit in Serbia, and the country is really cheap.<br /><br />In Nis, we visited a famous tower, “The skulls tower”, where there were more than 900 human skulls inlaid, now remains only a few. The tower was build after one of the battles that there were here against the Turks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaqvNyKkqH5TAJLvw3S_73MJ64xTvzJrooTHMGMKrZ5L7Snw5GrWV3sE97_peyo10YSB6ID2-DBSa_ndVY26ZN0xVJHZkQJxBzTIkjrxeZsVDpZ0IgAoaqA7BsQO9SgXE8J7RqtWU3rEq/s1600-h/IMG_7537.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093738813996128274" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaqvNyKkqH5TAJLvw3S_73MJ64xTvzJrooTHMGMKrZ5L7Snw5GrWV3sE97_peyo10YSB6ID2-DBSa_ndVY26ZN0xVJHZkQJxBzTIkjrxeZsVDpZ0IgAoaqA7BsQO9SgXE8J7RqtWU3rEq/s400/IMG_7537.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We keep finding incredible people by hitchhiking, Danilo picks us up on the outskirts of Nis, and during the way I showed him the address of Paris, our following CS contact; and as it was the telephone noted with the address, he called him directly to see where he lived, Danilo brought us up to the door of Pari’s house in Belgrade. On the way he invites us to have a coffee, but little before arriving to Belgrade, one of the many fires that are devastating the area for the high temperatures, stopped us in the highway, the road itself transform in two lanes collapsed in one way, and in the fringe the cars started to run back to the last exit, of course Danilo joined that lane to arrive before to Belgrade.<br /><br />From the 28th floor where we stay, we can enjoy an incredible view of all the city, and better with the company of Paris, the most positive person that we have met in the journey, and his family.<br /><br />In Belgrade there are not many places to visit, but as Nis it has a lot of life. We visited the castle in front of the Danube with a long exhibition of tanks. And the largest orthodox church of Europe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRy06CNpt7dYd2l2JU3jevdTgmO6Ea7HYoPd5ynYQYn35a_M07GL8QR4zMhVA0CXJPwPQtb4DKXzGvEFgE7gtevgINkZHbjREZhApMnN5ZT8qts58pHq4EoQmtXSWjRKCu3e9eImmZc7FU/s1600-h/IMG_7571.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093737104599144434" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRy06CNpt7dYd2l2JU3jevdTgmO6Ea7HYoPd5ynYQYn35a_M07GL8QR4zMhVA0CXJPwPQtb4DKXzGvEFgE7gtevgINkZHbjREZhApMnN5ZT8qts58pHq4EoQmtXSWjRKCu3e9eImmZc7FU/s400/IMG_7571.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn6Ra2Z6NWaOp3ScrNDAlWxxZW9aAhVDq4O33RfDN6ku5jN78pEEZvB_2iuUcwULVycoUjD6mRjCBX-BlGCSGutG6pe5mZH1m0cMA0VHwVCng4_q0VprTIAGJ7ImufdXjgVb_JwFZdaQwg/s1600-h/IMG_7561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093737701599598594" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn6Ra2Z6NWaOp3ScrNDAlWxxZW9aAhVDq4O33RfDN6ku5jN78pEEZvB_2iuUcwULVycoUjD6mRjCBX-BlGCSGutG6pe5mZH1m0cMA0VHwVCng4_q0VprTIAGJ7ImufdXjgVb_JwFZdaQwg/s400/IMG_7561.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dEW4IEkhJBo8ALtq91BaNBZeLnpCLr8v9P0pevTiQ-RocMkf-9dI6_DwleEgAzZYM00YwhSX191EzRuNwy4sg3mwO8zZH4MR7IY63kl0ySEbwJM9EbPLwce6NfQ2zj4rs7RVo0ebI2gV/s1600-h/IMG_7590.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093736602087970786" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dEW4IEkhJBo8ALtq91BaNBZeLnpCLr8v9P0pevTiQ-RocMkf-9dI6_DwleEgAzZYM00YwhSX191EzRuNwy4sg3mwO8zZH4MR7IY63kl0ySEbwJM9EbPLwce6NfQ2zj4rs7RVo0ebI2gV/s400/IMG_7590.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />But, what is more impressive is when you turn a corner, and you find the wounds that the bombs left in this city. Belgrade is the city of the world that more times has been destroyed, and keeps not recovering nowadays. Here just 8 years ago the bombs fell from the sky for 3 months. And listening to the stories of the people makes you shudder, we feel rage because neither us, and the Serbs, can understand why! The main motive of everything is Kosovo, but... still now continues the same problem.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOXcYe5k8_bgVDVNuupZSFQSJoV35eUL11l8bzZwRWoGx0o6C9kfSmhYUU7JxAa78I5t3TZziN-XW_9OixR_aN7Fzg8m9-TlXuNysMtubxWUWdbfNBn3LDDJEX0H_f2uhYkH5BOXtKdi47/s1600-h/IMG_7591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093735966432810962" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOXcYe5k8_bgVDVNuupZSFQSJoV35eUL11l8bzZwRWoGx0o6C9kfSmhYUU7JxAa78I5t3TZziN-XW_9OixR_aN7Fzg8m9-TlXuNysMtubxWUWdbfNBn3LDDJEX0H_f2uhYkH5BOXtKdi47/s400/IMG_7591.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOdjo9nhhOy0bfgZjF3iNg-RTPnKt6C3_3XkQEmnV-CGoXNKLtHGXA2s5AV-1UEQIzW5bkz-uwgNwCJ3wQFZ9A6BoyFXcBud3JYCApfyjfy2AZdKdmHEjJ5KIGXu9UkHEAKc_heS95BJU6/s1600-h/IMG_7592.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093735459626670018" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOdjo9nhhOy0bfgZjF3iNg-RTPnKt6C3_3XkQEmnV-CGoXNKLtHGXA2s5AV-1UEQIzW5bkz-uwgNwCJ3wQFZ9A6BoyFXcBud3JYCApfyjfy2AZdKdmHEjJ5KIGXu9UkHEAKc_heS95BJU6/s400/IMG_7592.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We took direction towards Bosnia, but before we will stop on the way in Loznica, frontier city, where we took a pair of relaxing days, as few we have normally.<br />Up to here we arrived by two cars and a truck, the second car that stops for us, could not have worse luck to be stopped by Serbian policemen. Here there are a lot of corruption, and the man had to pay a fine at the moment in cash, if not, the police would retain the vehicle, and only for 5 km/hr more. We would put the hand in the fire that this man didn´t arrive even to the limit.<br />In Loznica we organize ourselves well, and maintained long talks with Igor, finding out well about what happened here. How Yugoslavia was divided, and the posterior bombardments, which he could see from the terrace of his house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8e_UuwlfJ1vytITOyDdiFgWiTIg56kwo-r7ZVrgsIt6MhqS1PiD8MO_RXEueL4Q6r3aFvroOLWv-72ng-l9RxWq0ZVyj61uAwfP9CMBiT2W7sPFlMFMsyhntEsHC2o19cKQ9WczkYlPYY/s1600-h/serbia.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093733960683083698" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8e_UuwlfJ1vytITOyDdiFgWiTIg56kwo-r7ZVrgsIt6MhqS1PiD8MO_RXEueL4Q6r3aFvroOLWv-72ng-l9RxWq0ZVyj61uAwfP9CMBiT2W7sPFlMFMsyhntEsHC2o19cKQ9WczkYlPYY/s400/serbia.gif" border="0" /></a>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-62553617465718801592007-07-22T09:54:00.000+02:002009-11-02T11:41:43.943+01:00WITH SADNESS WE LEAVE ROMANIASome day it had to happen to us in Romania, and it was on the exit of Brasov. We showed our cartel of Focsani, and stopped a big truck with more local “hitch hikers”. The driver had his small business, with different fees depending on the destination; ours it was 20€ per head, so our answer was: stop the truck now! The 200 km took nearly 6 hours, at the hands of another car through stone tracks that cross completely the Carpathian Mountains; and as we go out from the mountains all the ground turned into an infinite plain up to the Black Sea. In Focsani we were a couple of days with Oana and her family; and as it comes being usual in Romania, everything is: eat, drink, eat, drink... They invited us to a very big barbecue that we will never forget, since the first moment, they received us with the open arms.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089977264458421874" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_4IGSXuGBo_iMLDkLpQiFJYa1JtQapioGRc4EiCZpWRCtVzTh0cDHeuHkZuBQjIK3KR9gbsZ9sXUIJqQzXOQJy2IlEXojbwbBcg-tP5Gy9eHycKhjGdqQSt0bKWD-R2G6MyBBu7-b8aR/s400/IMG_7390.JPG" border="0" /> <p><br />In the city we saw the theatre inside because Oana’s aunt works there. The theatre is remodeled after a big earthquake that devastated the area 30 years ago.<br /><br />We continue route towards Braila; we had to wait in the road for about 20 seconds, and by rhythm of an excellent Romanian Heavy Metal, and by truck, we arrived direct to the city; this stop is only on the way to go to the Danube’s Delta.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089976409759929954" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsABApK-2d8ZJnxs4Do0EGmT1n2hhaF0XRRc4xuOY4myWUidVb9ikvaoKjlKQpYLKVVCFaaOk06EWdcO8X6c-LaqAHmMMSHBR_5350UFrqUwjKTW2vLqnvWK5J3ZNUvfaPDNjNWEV4s1i3/s400/IMG_7412.JPG" border="0" /><br />We had a very curious meeting; while we supply ourselves to go to the Delta in the supermarket, we coincide with two Spanish and two Romanians who live in Spain. Casually they were going to the Delta the next day, and… -maybe we see each other tomorrow! While we were walking in the morning to catch the platform to cross the Danube, we listen from a car SPANISH!!!, quickly they stopped and took us up to Tulcea, we were very lucky, because it would have taken us a lot of time to arrive, and a lot of sweat, from now we will have a temperature of 40 degrees or more everyday.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089975980263200338" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimaweQ3lQ1i-TW5qwGdGkpEawlUD9OlYW1D84gvtq8ecu_IESHG8AKPZbWm4i4Y-VeMnCIYrWTIls-zgb8O4_TkfdsXHcSuOPK26nouELBqcfUTOlpe-ox3A3Ve9UwTrpqwAMM7G20xMuM/s400/IMG_7420.JPG" border="0" /><br />Danube’ Delta is a huge area, and only it is possible to see it well by helicopter or boat. We went by a road that borders one of the three main branches in which the river is divided. Tulcea is just on our way again, because of that we caught the road and hitch hike; but we don’t know what’s happen with the people here, they want money for everything. Two guys stopped and ask us 60€ for the lift, besides they tell it in Euros directly!! They reduced their offer up to 15€, but we didn’t accept it. After a while stopped another car and pick us up, but on the half of the way more problems, they asked us for a lot of money and we told them to stop the car, though they didn’t want to let us go, finally we did, and didn’t pay anything; we were in the middle of nowhere walking back 11 km to a village that we saw before when we came; while we were walking a man stops, after ask him if he wanted something, we went to the village with him. He didn’t want anything, he was friendly man, and proud he told us stories abut his sails from Tulcea to Canary Islands.<br /><br />After a bath in Danube we search where to pass the night; due to the climate we start to have problems sleeping outside, for the sleeping bags are of winter. If we enter inside, it is very hot, and if we sleep out of them, the mosquitoes bite us... So we passed a nice sauna night…<br /><br /></p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089975593716143682" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5foTrVJONn-VsEVownBRARTXvMHmc74a1xdDKbGIBaJOUxBnG-IJ2Xj-00MdJysDC14ROQOSybtb4FFvYCNKxzg3cCMEbTnuFkomF2KvgVYMxY0RRXvYNUjqqgXitCocKAP5_n91xaRr/s400/IMG_7434.JPG" border="0" /></p><br />When we went back to the city we hitch hiked again, but now always asking about the money, to don’t have problems afterwards.<br />We went to Constance, with desires of seeing the sea, we already started to miss it. And for these days of 40 degrees… what is better than to spend the rest of the day on the beach; well, in the water better said. This city is higher level than the rest of Romania, here is where Romanians coming to spend the summer holidays. The centre is nice, apart from orthodox churches, catholic..., there are several mosques, and surrounding the centre, the coast of the Black Sea.<br /><br /><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089975155629479474" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbq47JFXEQEmQSZnaw5gel6SA-45b7cL4gtmFVqiZdAydKC8K93UN072R8vULTcUnYtLL4tCJzrbG096rbgMynhdUX219AaqrnfkHWqtq2qWp3Tg2dV25fjXJTsfzqy8YbSAxmQRffWo-/s400/IMG_7443.JPG" border="0" /></p><br />Our night on the beach was disturbed by the discos, bars, and a lot of people drinking everywhere; even some people tried to steal us during the night, with no success. With 2 hours of sleep, we left to the capital, Bucharest. For the first time we took the wrong way, we were so happy with our cartel of Bucharest, in the way to Istanbul…We were lucky that one guy came to tell us that we were wrong.<br /><br />Anyway it was 2 hours of waiting beside all the local hitch hikers, some of them coming with the purchases, others going with the tools to the work...<br /><br />If 40 degrees was a lot, in Bucharest was much more, the days here have been unnatural, the people here can’t believe this unusual heat.<br /><br />In spite of our tiredness, we went out that night in Bucharest to celebrate the birthday of Cati, the boyfriend of Andrea, the couple who hosted us in the city. We enjoy a lot the night, and the dinner that invited us.<br /><br />The most interesting thing in Bucharest is the House of the People (Parliament); it is the second biggest construction of the world, after Pentagon. It contains more than 1 million tons of marble, more than 1.000 rooms, and in the visit of 1 hour that we did, we only could see a 4% of the interior. The interior is an extreme luxury, big columns of marble, lamps of crystal... curtain of 16 meters of height...<br /><br /><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089973807009748498" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd3zPlUYPI4qmVsMJw83KKSNtD1h4W4ly7ziLVHgb6y6PPAyn2PnMkjytHsp9BkyDRwGyh9lbf0uf6fupmMd-iexoH6bO54tk5_jMMuD6IV6m-z-YdKUwVjhh703l1ueca1_oXrsRqe5QL/s400/IMG_7461.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089972737562891778" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyAx1he0-lSM0tALyw6GYZqkAWyZ-KUuVBEc1Uz69h72LjxCfTzOsDgSYvNKvSGB9LK_fjHglNhSBj9TFsTbOhE4Q2KMPB25Gwx2PflFkhotGH5mQvphnkM0w6qE8rZQj1UNpyrQSKYGq/s400/IMG_7474.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089972376785638898" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPV70WDUnTEJsCzuTKawB-AVHrFYkBxu9Soyv9Vx-WOg3pa0wcLQ6RYbuwkKWcrH9IkFIoPMGYYWJSc2cVZgIPMUfsQB4a1OHAhVO0_Cq3q-5THQQ0mYIOU1wdLzU9LnZxISCoN7itIMm/s400/IMG_7477.JPG" border="0" /><br />The Russian church, the Atheneo, the square where the communism and the dictatorship of Ceausescu fell... they are other things that we saw in the city. Also curious constructions, as the ancient building with a modern one in its interior, or the chaotic light cables that are mixed with those of the tramway and trolley buses.<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089971036755842530" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtDKZp_wiVzWQjGWK6QjyJGByRA1Bj3_ahU3mjif8p9muis2i_met_sscuohqGS0I8F-JMrRkmEhgmnOGF1JXjD9gHKtQcDVDzoEE1klLsMt7XzWg31JtKGaQLNedRKdGMkowmf48THQv/s400/IMG_7486.JPG" border="0" /></p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089968429710693842" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPveREXO7UIG4bNrAwHEhbMpRV5SNZ5aS96chXEQakYMoJRnIq9Tj7Jq3T0NPsDpCb1XiwAvc9dhOT7LdnuBRVWBq6Ee5eRFf2-dOhHXFshoEoQxXoG1RYrDSUM3c23IV7YS4Wy6LrWVr/s400/IMG_7487.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089974734722684450" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGomGOcQ_Cnw1hPcXo2DFu4_zizjvQKUyjgXDNct8OfAl3NpttLD4rHwAlZbuOgiCeKPySkYtwKrCksrqsAwXwxGiYY_9Il6Y-bRRDfJ4sYBKbCfdnEeBIrdrEr7Sw71PT-xtJKHlSkTnP/s400/IMG_7462.JPG" border="0" /><br />We traveled fast across what remains of Romania, to arrive to Serbia. In Pitesti, I would say that there is nothing interesting to see, but yes to tell; here we have had our first serious attempt of stealing. Seated on a bench with our backpacks to our side, a boy at the back managed to open the zips, logically we don’t have any valuable staff there; when he tried with María’s, she listened at it, and the guy run away very fast. It seems impossible to us that he could open our backpacks; it means that we must to be more alert.<br /><br />We keep moving fast up to Craiova, our thought was to stay a single night, but the warm welcome of Geo and Marina, oblige us to pass two beautiful days. From the beginning they were very nice with us, they took us to see the entire city, and at night the show of a musical fountain.<br /><br /><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090895180573955890" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlsSvQICmYrlPw5CAmjBi6fyXCdfrIlQ2N14gWi-DZboYNt1tHLDe6dJ9PXsTQXY6L-8hg0bSCQRFGfOOEWJPtGzmBlUsp10qVpwMsPsEzCXMewIdKK-1FrYqKrPJ15SxnX9JqU4IMT4n/s400/IMG_7502.JPG" border="0" /><br />As it says the title of the blog... with very much sadness we leave this great country!, when people ask us which country is the best up to this moment respect people, undoubtedly the answer is ROMANIA. Very warm people, which are very friendly, proud of their Latin origins, and with a dark past for the dictator Ceaucescu, of whom it is spoken a lot still in the streets. A country that grows, and who looks the Euro with optimism, because worse could not go the country. The groceries have the price of Spain, and the minimum salaries are 150€ to 200€. We hope that this confidence in the Euro, be truly recompensed...<br /><br /><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089988826510382722" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnHWTypKzsawJP3-lRSdXWA94mCKD_DreuB0qZSI40B0Rvr0Y70L2pTi4bwou9Dt7cVnv_kKJGKguw23BcfLfcEZX0oiASmCmxf9lqImCpP8GYMXMgrhwkiuvu1xzqvQqsUf1l6jaUTVSr/s400/rumania.gif" border="0" /></div></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-87586346884463022112007-07-13T10:23:00.000+02:002009-11-02T11:42:22.364+01:00TRANSYLVANIAWhile we held our cartel of Oradea, still in Hungarian land, it happened something unusual. A car situated on the other side of the road, and going in opposed direction to ours, stopped to pick us up. With Tudor, we enter to this new country where is waiting for us great adventures and sensations. This first entry of the blog is all our tour in Transylvania, which covers the west part of the country, locked up among the Carpathian Mountains.<br /><br />While we advance the clock one hour, we gave our first steps in this city near the Hungarian border, Oradea. With Silvana of HC, we saw the entire city at night; the centre was specially nice with very colorful and illuminated buildings; contrasting with the rest of the city that was quite dirty.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlAjy1jXnwO-riPCsC-YyFQTw0bS7YjBCylWKP2v9VvjDfgU0ryct5vrQJRwc1kp2xnFfrYeBGOygp-fJ52Rie99hWFNDM3Op1Od5pa3wAy94PziqE2VQvwOaLlMPnnGKJOhUgk0D-7PS/s1600-h/IMG_7263.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086792688241958370" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlAjy1jXnwO-riPCsC-YyFQTw0bS7YjBCylWKP2v9VvjDfgU0ryct5vrQJRwc1kp2xnFfrYeBGOygp-fJ52Rie99hWFNDM3Op1Od5pa3wAy94PziqE2VQvwOaLlMPnnGKJOhUgk0D-7PS/s400/IMG_7263.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9g1_jYyykujNh1i1oefDtnl97Pm71Ky9LzQnRsE5ANAgXedfx8Qp37rM2dv3jfmFye8ShyphenhyphenFtR_VlrTcFB4z7XLlLiHu8AoNGwpee75JYoNwCACHg6Qq52fNog3M8K5Xks9NjziY7zeztJ/s1600-h/IMG_7257.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086794457768484338" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9g1_jYyykujNh1i1oefDtnl97Pm71Ky9LzQnRsE5ANAgXedfx8Qp37rM2dv3jfmFye8ShyphenhyphenFtR_VlrTcFB4z7XLlLiHu8AoNGwpee75JYoNwCACHg6Qq52fNog3M8K5Xks9NjziY7zeztJ/s400/IMG_7257.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Quickly we adapt to the Romanian way of life, especially in the hitchhiking. Here there are places to do hitchhiking, and in them crowd of people with cartels or moving the hand, are always seen; and fighting to get in the car that stops, because there is not queue…<br />We also know that it is habit in Romania to pay for this type of transport, because of that, we usually move away a little of the crowd to “differentiate” us; and like this, usually stop another type of people, which do not need a tip, and want to practice English.<br />Distances that before were insignificant, are now converted in long distances of hours of journey for the bad state of the roads; so, up to Cluj Napoca were more than two hours of journey squeezed in a car full of things, with two Hungarians. On the way we saw many houses in construction with metallic roofs imitating to palaces, afterwards we discover that they are the houses of the gypsies, but they don’t live in them, the houses are just to show off, they live behind in the shacks.<br />In Cluj Napoca, we start to realize the infinite hospitality of the Romanian people; with Raluca and Alex, not only we share great moments, we also share a goal, for them their next destination is Australia, where they aspire to a better quality of life.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshRR5oRUTshzvM9OCp6jIcfmPVRbySH2cGXwoSNiTi0x8zqQtOryndDhgFYQlC4olwlJGNPm7TQVl4EF84umIZIH1vkC6_09PUYV1ZZUR3MlKpqGa3vq-zQqot6eImjXfx31KHWpXbkVH/s1600-h/IMG_7270.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086792018227060178" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshRR5oRUTshzvM9OCp6jIcfmPVRbySH2cGXwoSNiTi0x8zqQtOryndDhgFYQlC4olwlJGNPm7TQVl4EF84umIZIH1vkC6_09PUYV1ZZUR3MlKpqGa3vq-zQqot6eImjXfx31KHWpXbkVH/s400/IMG_7270.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The majority of Romanians are orthodox and very devout in general, we have seen some church, and they are very different to the Catholics. In them there is not altar, the priest prays standing, beside all, as there are not benches. There are many differences, but the one that catches our attention is that, to be orthodox priest, you must be married.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_Xy2a3CS0Sk8qRu7fPTRarQ8o_oFRovL-7l8Mi2CXuA7FO2Lo5A9fuo60IcVAgBLtYgRoDglkRL7nqQRG_Dms_I07De0q9JHgd-JApy3kQoF_fOcdiTBiMb-B01OBvmH9US6fi-P3uLv/s1600-h/IMG_7273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086791520010853826" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_Xy2a3CS0Sk8qRu7fPTRarQ8o_oFRovL-7l8Mi2CXuA7FO2Lo5A9fuo60IcVAgBLtYgRoDglkRL7nqQRG_Dms_I07De0q9JHgd-JApy3kQoF_fOcdiTBiMb-B01OBvmH9US6fi-P3uLv/s400/IMG_7273.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2Vh4wsViyXzBatchYLunN6Ld8MwHmMIe-TmOrIaQnY8de-aE1pZf58O9kDI04wtwpTNVmZFANxMod_NJlPU-glhbjHMnU8bFn_Ahy2SvHNKdSVX9n-czxyayizhZjaPeDTeIeI9_3hKz/s1600-h/IMG_7275.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086790888650661298" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2Vh4wsViyXzBatchYLunN6Ld8MwHmMIe-TmOrIaQnY8de-aE1pZf58O9kDI04wtwpTNVmZFANxMod_NJlPU-glhbjHMnU8bFn_Ahy2SvHNKdSVX9n-czxyayizhZjaPeDTeIeI9_3hKz/s400/IMG_7275.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The orthodox cemeteries are very nice and well taken care; and very old, because this religion forbids to take the bodies out. Something curious, is that there are tombs without dead persons, here the people buy their stones and everything, and place it in the cemetery with the name and date of birth, and an empty place to put in future the date of death. For what is seen, if it is made like this, it is cheaper.<br /><br />We went to the north of the country to the Maramures, to the city of Baia Mare, at the base of the Carpathian Mountains that coming down from Ukraine, and for whether we had not had enough in Cluj, Ramona and her family gave us two beautiful and warm days in family. To start, a party of end of university, and the day after with her family, they brought us to see the famous wooden churches, the highest of Europe built with this material and not even a piece of metal!, the one in the picture reaches the 54 meters, just the tower.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPUPgZ2j4qc920G6Q3noIJKbNmNRQB1UwrLmveDcyWGW8jeNC4RSnic1xc5tnvSu9BNV3RZoA8A7Nf7XxIyYnQqalY22rND9Kh-UhkN09x_652QLd2FOiLQ6FP2ZqGbWY4hn51Zmu13mz/s1600-h/IMG_7292.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086789986707529122" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPUPgZ2j4qc920G6Q3noIJKbNmNRQB1UwrLmveDcyWGW8jeNC4RSnic1xc5tnvSu9BNV3RZoA8A7Nf7XxIyYnQqalY22rND9Kh-UhkN09x_652QLd2FOiLQ6FP2ZqGbWY4hn51Zmu13mz/s400/IMG_7292.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRGA8AMncUCWerP4I1MLwSW7rhUA39EH757YQWt-eJO7BByApIE6G0xwgBh3dtRrT25XLxv2KNz-8ZzeLKaxCBvsQeNOg83DlAN1DOW7bGpes-cKeHvdKOe0kDFASCznKvEqk3x9TOxz6Q/s1600-h/IMG_7297.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086789209318448530" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRGA8AMncUCWerP4I1MLwSW7rhUA39EH757YQWt-eJO7BByApIE6G0xwgBh3dtRrT25XLxv2KNz-8ZzeLKaxCBvsQeNOg83DlAN1DOW7bGpes-cKeHvdKOe0kDFASCznKvEqk3x9TOxz6Q/s400/IMG_7297.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />In our way to Medias, we face a long tour which we covered in 10 hours. On the way the old cars Dacia, are on the road with the carriage of horses, registered, normally driven by gypsies.<br />As we keep approaching ourselves to Medias, the roads are smaller, and we need more time to move, anyway, car that passes, car that pick us up. And after the cute comment of the last car: <span style="font-style: italic;">“What are doing two Spanish in Romania, when the normal is that the Romanians go to Spain??” </span>we arrived to this expected destination, the city of our friend Ioana, where we spend great days with her family, and who made us to feel like this, in family…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOL6IcbYas9pZUnUvFpFoGR3Wn9mXmk82MrtobXMxDX_KMw-12N49I3PvWkUOnVnyZW0HI-8NRydolaH711IXbsKkq574FH18K7-lWRTqxsgq23xKBhPPWiWuvsKwxBw6QfrTVf0lje3Tp/s1600-h/IMG_7318.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086788247245774210" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOL6IcbYas9pZUnUvFpFoGR3Wn9mXmk82MrtobXMxDX_KMw-12N49I3PvWkUOnVnyZW0HI-8NRydolaH711IXbsKkq574FH18K7-lWRTqxsgq23xKBhPPWiWuvsKwxBw6QfrTVf0lje3Tp/s400/IMG_7318.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Nicolae was taking care of us continuously, and he brought us to meet a lot of people, those who are in the section of “Friends of Travel”. A very special visit was the grandparents of our friend, who live traditionally in a small town. They showed us, and put on us their traditional clothes, and showed us where they make the wine, the cheese, where they keep the animals... An authentic museum, which many people would pay for see it, and we had that opportunity, not only to see it, also to meet these great persons. About Medias, Adela and Calin, showed us all the centre, the most important thing is the church with its inclined tower, the second most inclined in Europe after Pisa, and we approached a nice lake at the outskirts.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgluxwUfuY6OdnDSZHigWsj2-HjhyI4Pcvn7Dl_m-vNPkU2EMKv5qi3bqjjgYCWpe6orfMIEPBm3bY2YBM4NTYkQu0EsDUTUsrQ0u1orp0aDmDSQYG8TakdDuhlZ_ZVBxjRzVd7LK5tZ01-/s1600-h/IMG_7320.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086787757619502450" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgluxwUfuY6OdnDSZHigWsj2-HjhyI4Pcvn7Dl_m-vNPkU2EMKv5qi3bqjjgYCWpe6orfMIEPBm3bY2YBM4NTYkQu0EsDUTUsrQ0u1orp0aDmDSQYG8TakdDuhlZ_ZVBxjRzVd7LK5tZ01-/s400/IMG_7320.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGyGz25tugPiX8AdYFwym0zqknUfJSBnhnWKvXXh9wDLEfRHCt6Xcn_FqxbdrJMsuw2wIQV0IG44TKjDHFZhDUqR1VLJ5xvt7RVYWgfx5gMb2t9zqGr414CW4Y5RKQ3HX300pac0mAt2NK/s1600-h/IMG_7324.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086787100489506146" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGyGz25tugPiX8AdYFwym0zqknUfJSBnhnWKvXXh9wDLEfRHCt6Xcn_FqxbdrJMsuw2wIQV0IG44TKjDHFZhDUqR1VLJ5xvt7RVYWgfx5gMb2t9zqGr414CW4Y5RKQ3HX300pac0mAt2NK/s400/IMG_7324.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />One day we went to Sighisoara, where Earl Vlad Tepes, most known by the legend of Dracula, lived 2 years. Again we went with friends of the family, by the Dacia of Nicolae.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQpbCrOe_Tv2I5k5v0DJ9zKdc3B_Gsfmk3RPjq8hawMnt1cPu7P4Xy-CJuYgPFXGryUCwALbyJolETVSOkZow3XVLmp75bTmikxa5-985U3imGr5FcvqyUDJPkZtMoliaoOChQRwLYXbx/s1600-h/IMG_7329.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086785369617685826" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQpbCrOe_Tv2I5k5v0DJ9zKdc3B_Gsfmk3RPjq8hawMnt1cPu7P4Xy-CJuYgPFXGryUCwALbyJolETVSOkZow3XVLmp75bTmikxa5-985U3imGr5FcvqyUDJPkZtMoliaoOChQRwLYXbx/s400/IMG_7329.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2vW98KVzjpXvEC20qZUwSe-Tyuus1EE50igxUnqPbfL-HmhjDgSw1Kq1Drf_sL0w3wG566QDyKaiyYM2iRWhOXK799wadwPHdcrJYJp705dDZhoq-GmayiQJXaRsOtaJ7HhMzuFrqX8Y/s1600-h/IMG_7335.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086786262970883410" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2vW98KVzjpXvEC20qZUwSe-Tyuus1EE50igxUnqPbfL-HmhjDgSw1Kq1Drf_sL0w3wG566QDyKaiyYM2iRWhOXK799wadwPHdcrJYJp705dDZhoq-GmayiQJXaRsOtaJ7HhMzuFrqX8Y/s400/IMG_7335.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />If until now we had had hospitality, now we don’t have words to describe this; with a deep pain we leave Medias to follow route to Brasov, our last destination in Transylvania, placed in the centre of the country, at the foot of the curve that the Carpathian Mountains do. The enclave of this city is very nice, and its small centre has a lot of life and charm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYolW1Pc5GSm9qQraQajHh9PNwfCvf6n6VV7rJsQbROhRyMEE8qEPeD7-HYuoPutvw9_3H_zIAuQMVX5bfUN4Y9qWxC0oWmBSkqoaILNyAAASIohJazvWG9Pjn1AJdbJkYmO2Ku6YtaNw/s1600-h/IMG_7374.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086782736802733330" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYolW1Pc5GSm9qQraQajHh9PNwfCvf6n6VV7rJsQbROhRyMEE8qEPeD7-HYuoPutvw9_3H_zIAuQMVX5bfUN4Y9qWxC0oWmBSkqoaILNyAAASIohJazvWG9Pjn1AJdbJkYmO2Ku6YtaNw/s400/IMG_7374.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xnOPwymu9bsswFmZID4Sm_oarS4Yhldx9EBQU9VLnuEbFvP3JoSLIrTPkQLXe0EkqQHalqqjuCfwHLdOCvwIUMAyRXILnGeZrMvvc54DD8QzbD06g_MR-Yrx7lbaRCeDob0YpMGdTAJc/s1600-h/IMG_7383.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086783737530113314" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xnOPwymu9bsswFmZID4Sm_oarS4Yhldx9EBQU9VLnuEbFvP3JoSLIrTPkQLXe0EkqQHalqqjuCfwHLdOCvwIUMAyRXILnGeZrMvvc54DD8QzbD06g_MR-Yrx7lbaRCeDob0YpMGdTAJc/s400/IMG_7383.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Always by hitchhiking we went one day to visit the Castle of Bran, more known as Castle of Dracula, although this man has almost nothing to see in the castle, he was here just for three days and prisoner. The legend rose up for the scary form of the castle, which makes this place to be full of tourists. The castle is ok, although much smaller of how painting it to us, but inside objects of great value, secret passages, are seen...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrzFsCiMXtQv5GviaxWf8PsFQQyfRUBbNCyssWktYYfkpc4coUGtHs2fYp9KedPi7CKFb5HfSorIdb-Pu1d7nLUcL35Exc2ptm5Gnaa1Feqq9xVlZiznSsrHLa1t1fFtDxnFviYhO2xBp/s1600-h/IMG_7366.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086781340938362098" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrzFsCiMXtQv5GviaxWf8PsFQQyfRUBbNCyssWktYYfkpc4coUGtHs2fYp9KedPi7CKFb5HfSorIdb-Pu1d7nLUcL35Exc2ptm5Gnaa1Feqq9xVlZiznSsrHLa1t1fFtDxnFviYhO2xBp/s400/IMG_7366.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQ9SJXOTqrQkt32-UIXHUBWmAaaliLWTwuF9mCiPhgAUgYTBPdgdEjvCPDgob_DOHnvgfp-betZw82vjEJRX1olOuttyObyQPG4RGODuJUJ77Xwu4L7WisXOlwcj97o9cE_eVNTIrr29m/s1600-h/IMG_7365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086780928621501666" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQ9SJXOTqrQkt32-UIXHUBWmAaaliLWTwuF9mCiPhgAUgYTBPdgdEjvCPDgob_DOHnvgfp-betZw82vjEJRX1olOuttyObyQPG4RGODuJUJ77Xwu4L7WisXOlwcj97o9cE_eVNTIrr29m/s400/IMG_7365.JPG" border="0" /></a>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-16939495571686888722007-07-01T09:28:00.000+02:002009-11-02T11:43:10.619+01:00WAY TO MAGYARTo leave Cracow we went on the road, and as other times we had some biscuits for breakfast, but here we don’t have time to having breakfast, before finish the packet we were traveling in a truck and returning to Slovakia. One more time we travel in the hands of a Turk, so we had the hospitality and the guaranteed laughter. On the border, we didn’t have any problem, but it was the first time which they ordered us to bring down, and it was normal, two Spanish in a Turkish truck and with a Turkish driver who has Bulgarian passport, on the Polish-Slovak border...<br />We traveled with him for about 5 hours, and all the way invited us to eat things and to drink, and all the time said us: later Turkish restaurant!!, after some time, he stopped and invited to us to eat with him in the truck food of his country. When we reach Zvolen, the destination of both, he gave us some bars of chocolate and water.<br />Our stop in Zvolen, is because is on the way to Budapest, but anyway we wanted to see a little this part of the country, that is seen more crushed than Bratislava. Here we had a contact that fails us; the easy solution would have been to sleep near the river, as other times, but we decided to investigate more and see what happened. As we had his address we present ourselves at his house and we knew his mother; we took a walk through the city, and finally they found an accommodation for us at the house of a friend.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-mfaPj9jr6NxUFiMQv6hnIFOLdXrgnEhrKZACTNBist0pyd-B3qpZfYGLCnyEtubohsQhVJuwNke7LWw_ExQFVrjdwLJP2a3nOX7Z-w0HorEkvi-DVV7FXh9M9l-YRwzkFrV0uzizizaY/s1600-h/IMG_7173.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082263494378164914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-mfaPj9jr6NxUFiMQv6hnIFOLdXrgnEhrKZACTNBist0pyd-B3qpZfYGLCnyEtubohsQhVJuwNke7LWw_ExQFVrjdwLJP2a3nOX7Z-w0HorEkvi-DVV7FXh9M9l-YRwzkFrV0uzizizaY/s400/IMG_7173.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The following day was a little undecided, we get up with an idea, and we end up making another thing. Without haste and entrusted with our "way of transport", we arrived to the border with Hungary. From Sahy, we cross by foot to the Republic of Magyar, (Hungary), and walking we finished at Hont.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMa2kw9nGBwPLYCi43IXq-XsaJpmWJMpf7WAS2sttPl-TkGlooGcPi1PNjXvp9Ua5HcFOj2xVBzMy-R52UwYpDjP1ZtvBJiC1BnVBKk4IzoMkrjhgXnnsk_XNN74vGKOrZELF_paY5HIN/s1600-h/IMG_7175.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082261514398241426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMa2kw9nGBwPLYCi43IXq-XsaJpmWJMpf7WAS2sttPl-TkGlooGcPi1PNjXvp9Ua5HcFOj2xVBzMy-R52UwYpDjP1ZtvBJiC1BnVBKk4IzoMkrjhgXnnsk_XNN74vGKOrZELF_paY5HIN/s400/IMG_7175.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We spent the night between the church and the cemetery, and gave ourselves a great feast for dinner with the chicken that we had bought to use up ours last Slovak crowns.<br /><br />We had to wake up at 5:00 am, because at 4:30 is the sunrise; and we didn’t know at this moment the great party that waited for us this night. We arrived direct to Budapest with one North American, who said us: the only rule that I have is, if my wife call me please don´t speak because she doesn’t allow me to pick up hitchhikers... of course his wife called two times.<br /><br />In the house that we arrived, they were going to celebrate the farewell of university, and we couldn’t count the quantity of people that pass through the house during the night, and plenty of different nationalities. Among all there was a boy from Malaysia, Wilson that sleeps here as us, for CS. This guy is traveling by hitchhike during 13 months already for Europe, and when we met each other, we had a lot of questions and experiences to tell between the three.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprkBySMHxElObjN_EO208GTMPFktBH_e5LoXaLqvOm17wZA35XWGjQTHBHQuNSsPaBGD96OQnfK2pvJeRknwIOSL1QwfQ5SJczUOs5bs_WiqurnpVqkhC2OsFYNjPvzEsStAff5Tqrdjt/s1600-h/IMG_7186.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082262081333924514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprkBySMHxElObjN_EO208GTMPFktBH_e5LoXaLqvOm17wZA35XWGjQTHBHQuNSsPaBGD96OQnfK2pvJeRknwIOSL1QwfQ5SJczUOs5bs_WiqurnpVqkhC2OsFYNjPvzEsStAff5Tqrdjt/s400/IMG_7186.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Another time we met the Danube, in a modern and very beautiful city, divided into two parts, Buda, and Pest. In the part of “Buda” is the big fortress, and in “Pest”, we liked the Parliament, the most significant building of the city. Something essential in this city is to enjoy a nocturnal sight from some of its bridges.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDH9qIbEOmv7xpEc4RxGTx3NCGdK24vsoJmGf-yWXg4qV3gZdXXBfdZu6cvJI2syiKIVVC47Kdbt_nBDkc1pvN5AXElvdivBfd3HM7MiuCBOym_WzLK-MG6XQ1ZquUrEl3k2eCfZcmUoz8/s1600-h/IMG_7217.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082259538713285234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDH9qIbEOmv7xpEc4RxGTx3NCGdK24vsoJmGf-yWXg4qV3gZdXXBfdZu6cvJI2syiKIVVC47Kdbt_nBDkc1pvN5AXElvdivBfd3HM7MiuCBOym_WzLK-MG6XQ1ZquUrEl3k2eCfZcmUoz8/s400/IMG_7217.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTdK_thu0I4lrmiTOv_zYU__5Jk2OcCfnTHnYWkfyrlqKCuMu7WdaR2_dETFjY5Sck3wQ0mBADrJIh3GcJVn__H_RIHtPvuFMW7hTPiwQFJRvET0y3y-IdscMkpumx6DD9QQzu_LA8IzG/s1600-h/IMG_7206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082260466426221186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTdK_thu0I4lrmiTOv_zYU__5Jk2OcCfnTHnYWkfyrlqKCuMu7WdaR2_dETFjY5Sck3wQ0mBADrJIh3GcJVn__H_RIHtPvuFMW7hTPiwQFJRvET0y3y-IdscMkpumx6DD9QQzu_LA8IzG/s400/IMG_7206.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIGEvc0d9yn7CO0nVrMe_5CUHLVvNQzzseaPd19w9wHto23se0e_68qmmsgcyUfRD2V5p-RuufiyULthdrhj3zlr3myqS2DSSvQK0WzscMWgatzw9bgi0UpkPLUt0wnef67F61Q6VOOI0/s1600-h/IMG_7228.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082632217320526562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIGEvc0d9yn7CO0nVrMe_5CUHLVvNQzzseaPd19w9wHto23se0e_68qmmsgcyUfRD2V5p-RuufiyULthdrhj3zlr3myqS2DSSvQK0WzscMWgatzw9bgi0UpkPLUt0wnef67F61Q6VOOI0/s400/IMG_7228.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />On our days in Budapest, we celebrate the travel day number 100, every time we feel more comfortable and adapted in the journey and with desires of following and spend many more days...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gk_UkMy1EwbWHu1A4L73DfMqmBMKXjHSkBcH-EaHM1H2FYys-oxO9BlFafkafwJ_CRzOC4IggC5y4ZvdFHopqOarEG5VrMLCTVoEgoLGx5PBOYJ_TZDkjSVaJw6uno_Dl1uKuDu4qq76/s1600-h/IMG_7255.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082639192347415298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gk_UkMy1EwbWHu1A4L73DfMqmBMKXjHSkBcH-EaHM1H2FYys-oxO9BlFafkafwJ_CRzOC4IggC5y4ZvdFHopqOarEG5VrMLCTVoEgoLGx5PBOYJ_TZDkjSVaJw6uno_Dl1uKuDu4qq76/s400/IMG_7255.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5Vmvrn75qNt81SFZP07El6cZ58bCa0nWLjgEQRcBlhpfa94sMHM2oQLsSyaGBglk41oEMoRmye4hmcW0ZvgSWN7Cuzfx9FlfXHVGoBp2NjbKFRtN53qQPmUIzWdulCSqujPQZOiocfv_/s1600-h/slovakia.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082633518695617266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5Vmvrn75qNt81SFZP07El6cZ58bCa0nWLjgEQRcBlhpfa94sMHM2oQLsSyaGBglk41oEMoRmye4hmcW0ZvgSWN7Cuzfx9FlfXHVGoBp2NjbKFRtN53qQPmUIzWdulCSqujPQZOiocfv_/s400/slovakia.gif" border="0" /></a>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-19763327939299906442007-06-26T05:28:00.000+02:002009-11-02T11:43:55.753+01:00POLANDWe leave some days to Poland, moved to know a little more of what happened in this area during the Second World War. Once more by truck, and with only that one, we reach Wroclaw, a city with a lot of university life, and where we celebrate the shortest night of the year with Ewa and Mary; and so short, there are just 4 hours of darkness, by 4:00 am is completely light. One of the curiosities of the city are some dwarfs (sculptures), which are hidden, and has to be searched them around the city, of the 15 that there are, we only found 5… for two days is not bad!<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8k8iaA-lTs4NSsteZtE6hyphenhyphenM1I9yAWc6XrStPgqY6d9rpNRBLreJazy0edWZPQ4HEAkl9iNjInRSQTSnciSqAWv81dY2z2iM2no28HVOtJtZWKJpv-M-zQRi6gcKAcZKao8mAEdm5QHAr/s1600-h/IMG_7128.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080430736666622946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8k8iaA-lTs4NSsteZtE6hyphenhyphenM1I9yAWc6XrStPgqY6d9rpNRBLreJazy0edWZPQ4HEAkl9iNjInRSQTSnciSqAWv81dY2z2iM2no28HVOtJtZWKJpv-M-zQRi6gcKAcZKao8mAEdm5QHAr/s400/IMG_7128.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXu6aPD_Tt4M9f18LH6q3RKChJ-FJf5rlOxTTg7gfD8Hjri7VXwsrmQAXTApr4ZT3TG1Zenu9Nu-uTJxjwdlUML0kXlnc4BIhSjcnDmpeFXOD5sV0i5DyZUKufNlalnEv1LpehKE7cg_ry/s1600-h/IMG_7134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080428438859119570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXu6aPD_Tt4M9f18LH6q3RKChJ-FJf5rlOxTTg7gfD8Hjri7VXwsrmQAXTApr4ZT3TG1Zenu9Nu-uTJxjwdlUML0kXlnc4BIhSjcnDmpeFXOD5sV0i5DyZUKufNlalnEv1LpehKE7cg_ry/s400/IMG_7134.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Cracow is joined to Wroclaw, through one of the two highways that there are in all the country, which we cover in a couple of cars and relatively quickly. The city has also a lot of life, but what has moved us to here is undoubtedly knowing the Nazi concentration camp of Auschwitz, in the near locality of Oswiecim.<br />If the visit to the museum is done entering into the history, it can be really impressive. Here about 1,5 million people were murdered, of which 90% were Jews, and the majority gassed. The rest were gypsies, Polish, and all the people that one day a man, decided that they were not "suitable" for the life...<br />Generally the Jews were gassed just arriving to the camp, mainly women and children; the healthy men were exploited for the work. These women thought that they put them in a room of disinfection, but from the showers of the ceiling, water did not come out precisely.<br />A part of the gassed, they used other methods as lethal injections, fusillade on the wall of the death, tortures, death for experiments, cells where they left them without water or food until they were consumed, or a lot of simply died exhausted by the work, and the bad living conditions.<br />In the different naves, we saw exhibitions about how they lived, and remains of objects of the prisoners as hundreds of suitcases, glasses, shoes, and about 2000 kg of hair of the women, with which they traded.<br /><br />In the photos its seen part of the camp, the crematory, and the ovens where they burned the corpses.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJYe32lh1fpehCuhNJm5zJ-FsAgYdXJ1Aca1X4lk8xwnmN5Nft5jrmRA8M1In0URsEu7EUK_tEK6X9iCO_rmr36NXOK76vQRjwtBXBXV4QwfXwK5yl4Xxw4qo27adeQFR1JSD4yiK_jyD/s1600-h/IMG_7146.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080437694513642498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJYe32lh1fpehCuhNJm5zJ-FsAgYdXJ1Aca1X4lk8xwnmN5Nft5jrmRA8M1In0URsEu7EUK_tEK6X9iCO_rmr36NXOK76vQRjwtBXBXV4QwfXwK5yl4Xxw4qo27adeQFR1JSD4yiK_jyD/s400/IMG_7146.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZPvvr5SRkfRJFf6UM0RhYg9CRI2aJaHuozBpWv_G8XO9jk7LfTn25xnOXA__XtgCrM7tDOybkfq-_T87oOrJPvG4htwMxWeGlUBnVXry4yhMBFzQAvdN3P8XkfyK1pS2D2ewqWpT9AJv/s1600-h/IMG_7151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080423546891369394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZPvvr5SRkfRJFf6UM0RhYg9CRI2aJaHuozBpWv_G8XO9jk7LfTn25xnOXA__XtgCrM7tDOybkfq-_T87oOrJPvG4htwMxWeGlUBnVXry4yhMBFzQAvdN3P8XkfyK1pS2D2ewqWpT9AJv/s400/IMG_7151.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPsVw8deUeD5B8vECD0TLv2TomTeGdBBbYjWDBzX8eLD0GHD1OHamzD8r6v-TpnebwoNU8PEy0sQt8QqD4JCqtM5Dwg80M-w0pO_a0j8EbrDrg04cYw_jxqAzLvwYQbcRi0uFS3oS2Rq2/s1600-h/IMG_7152.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080442513466948626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPsVw8deUeD5B8vECD0TLv2TomTeGdBBbYjWDBzX8eLD0GHD1OHamzD8r6v-TpnebwoNU8PEy0sQt8QqD4JCqtM5Dwg80M-w0pO_a0j8EbrDrg04cYw_jxqAzLvwYQbcRi0uFS3oS2Rq2/s400/IMG_7152.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And here some photos of the main square of Cracow and the castle.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3oIdn7DfcMlpbVlBI2HlZrHa9u0ZvAtdNINT9oVblqSLwOX-wntq6PsjqRztR_HYutfKnUMkZb2QFqWKAt7S5q7lXI1BoXhssWu8Q2XpgjgtrEi2bkNspm6YQH-jfVWB1A1AIOhFDnEP/s1600-h/IMG_7164.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080417005656177554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3oIdn7DfcMlpbVlBI2HlZrHa9u0ZvAtdNINT9oVblqSLwOX-wntq6PsjqRztR_HYutfKnUMkZb2QFqWKAt7S5q7lXI1BoXhssWu8Q2XpgjgtrEi2bkNspm6YQH-jfVWB1A1AIOhFDnEP/s400/IMG_7164.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWEpEHyzurMzzTIwm35E8M-D1UbFkNJ6u8aeJnFV7f9yI7ov7Ty6TPtrHhUWiuS1tfJNCbeyQWEfwwfHDXbYqDe1CVQN9Ae9Rq87iGwfZ5bpRId8YylYnBg2qx2hCXvho1D7nEtIBPpJN/s1600-h/IMG_7160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080413969114299266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWEpEHyzurMzzTIwm35E8M-D1UbFkNJ6u8aeJnFV7f9yI7ov7Ty6TPtrHhUWiuS1tfJNCbeyQWEfwwfHDXbYqDe1CVQN9Ae9Rq87iGwfZ5bpRId8YylYnBg2qx2hCXvho1D7nEtIBPpJN/s400/IMG_7160.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080432506193148914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrZxsgzH98PG56I09Y6NUSEZ2H-_8tHEiBcr6VBTgppUpGBdHt_zgeKTvqoqQXkck7U7-WqUpaMso-C9HfIx1pkxMPdRNOeILGs4-BmgLgWt3UAHVH1PZOGDU2ICGU5Hw6AzEdcuUIW48/s400/polonia.gif" border="0" /><br /></p>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-70243679879823866902007-06-19T08:34:00.000+02:002009-11-02T11:44:36.058+01:00CZECH REPUBLICWe reach this country with the patience practically used up; we gave plenty of turns trying to look for the best place to do hitchhiking to the outskirts of Bratislava. In the end a Czech picks us up, and it is also true that when you spend hours on the road waiting, and somebody at the back whistles you, and says you that he brings you, the joy multiplies by a thousand. In this case, neither drug nor nothing, the man crosses the border with us without any problem, and he left us in a place where he would return to pass to go to Brno, so, if anybody didn’t stop for us before, he would pick us up late or early. It seems that the hitchhiking works well here; and such a good entry in the country, that the man of the following car gave us a book of sentences in Czech-English. Brno, doesn’t impress us a lot, the truth; but the memory of every place is always good, in this case it was thanks to the friendliness of Katka, big lover of the folk music from Asturias (Spain). The best of the city, the cathedral undoubtedly; and why not, the concert of gospel, that we saw at the main square.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077909401885309698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIjnC4GEGQJdju1R-SkXHz2pozDp_P5CnA_9ps0QcXGdXnugPRHEIN6R6AeQm5dfeX6B_za-aK02pWpdcHeUgmv8PVfwu93PUx71CrvwM-T9pHpwhVL5PrN21YcgTUbLffkaQVXWRyM8g/s400/IMG_6994.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077908534301915890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyOK9RT3E2kkqmeA04HPcpV27Hq2ArsXqceaa9SPk8btxpSIdbTA3058iWlTMQqiaS-uLe91ZcFnD-6l3IaaPOB3sssLsUqTYEu0rqmaXqwhfdFtl7OsQSlyZskstobWvKHyAgUjrWE7Iw/s400/IMG_6998.JPG" border="0" /><br />Without waiting a lot, we were half of way between Prague and Brno; and for the first time in the travel, we saw several hitchhikers mates, but they were hitchhiking on the highway, here is prohibited but the people do it... The exit of the motorway where we stay was totally dead, so we had two options: still to be waiting there, or to do as the Czech colleagues and hitchhike in the motorway. In the face of our astonishment, the first enormous truck that pass, stops... we didn’t think two times, we run to go up, and again surprised when the driver asked us to remove our shoes to go up to the truck. The man was a very friendly Turkish, he told us that he stops because he thought that I was Turkish as well. When we go by truck the time is longer, because it goes more slowly, and you establish more relation with the people; although the language sometimes is a problem, with people as Goktug we can understand each other even if the same language is not spoken.<br /><br />In our first look to Prague we saw that the prices are higher by the massive tourism, as this country is cheaper even than Slovakia. Here we stay five days at the house of a Ukrainian and a Russian, Olesky and Pavel.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077905592249318098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlAceSr0GIp4TBVGznBVWXzBJofrYa0F-7sKCjOrmvAej9zoNqoNATe6d8cnIo3WmmQ4vfO2s_Qd8lwPb5vo2hJmVf3jzSmwIe5hQjRrbk53wT5vgUr-aVDcD8qPvtEFTDkJeAOiQIbYh/s400/IMG_7003.JPG" border="0" /><br />The city is very interesting, undoubtedly, but I prefer a short journey that we did during our stay here…<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078949956497013570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4WoQcejODOHYAOUnx_j7NeHi4Ni6AtgHrBde9G4w3DBL6KnFDHL81TIGtSYmqEREZM1mfHBznijAsDNUuSJgYy4raM09oy7hxX0_eSyJK05szSlZp_ErNZmL6JY_NiOG2JbtdDtR7RyU/s400/IMG_7094.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077903745413380786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4U3fNYJA5yrnqg8uNfirIvYsiaX07xUcMnlJtcG8cEt_ieNrIwnoFW7cGMAhmHWIyid0oCia9xEmskez637hEUbfWb-77vlbkGIYQGGzDnv3gdRnWruIqLnjqNbfkkwAaKCattgGE0x_N/s400/IMG_7016.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078945803263638322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2ZIUFubvjCOmApq0wytNsBX3tDB0e-ig5lXyFrssMEbgvyC7aXDVzDbZPSSZptV7aR9VR-HBPukaQkF7xFRb3UWZbsb6b630VDhr1Of4w_zE80xZs_KQNL34nZG8wa0tCpw8ceiLTuL_/s400/IMG_7095.JPG" border="0" /><br />One of the days we went to Kutna Hora, a town at 70 km from Prague, and as the hitchhiking goes well here, then, why we are going to pay a train; on the day we went and we returned. The Gothic cathedral is amazing, and we also had the opportunity of watch the museum of the tobacco, very interesting; but the best thing of the town was the Bone Church, a "tribute" to the dead people of the big plague, that devastate Europe, The Plague. During the plague, the corpses were piled up in common pits, and to somebody occurred the brilliant idea of decorate the interior of the church of the cemetery, with the bones of about 40.000 people. There are shields, letters, vases, but the summit work undoubtedly, is the central lamp; absolutely everything make with bones.<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077902654491687586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSAD-HWQwlMCblExIhUMX53SGyl1zmlBvTggs1HqQnTJAPXrXSVBN10IddKUuZx-cUfRHGisie6r3I4rFfS2AbqHsaJY5zC84ht7PXuONDj3E0Hm-3YVXe2Ayd00hM9f6kJXn9_deODjQ2/s400/IMG_7058.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077901868512672402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVZlxUgjUcbzLTcnKzHtcY-9HLssDV8gV4BfsWjSYmVknW5l3Vb4uMIDMsol0noEDHCOK65P6Mf6UbO65gTIGc4a6xWj2eKTzMtg0cXllHFYsZY3hKmxrbK7qRBPbDT7Fu9LraWm78xKKg/s400/IMG_7038.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077900992339344002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEOWbQ2RGiBlp0Ji-VOUIuSlXo-MgoLA-JSQMFBV4C2DFBo8KlIdgROt2A3GamiUgIFj8zd8RLUxSUtFQ3Q8tq97NVL1DDdGRd4JNGnvVTZV6XRbjTiELf_ynVxCqcTdLHURxuJKhYaNvB/s400/IMG_7035.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077899046719158898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVYLmubZIHhj0yyUdu-bhkHPxI4vvevpaBW4gwwjyRDewWNbMh4oWbeeeW6Ti8J8oPfxV7H4QHS6yRUIC6_XTsfRz8CT6m22LcntVOPo_hwLSi2b387NvmONpCsmuPXHvGVJerFMBCOCg/s400/IMG_7045.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077896710256949858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimWlrHzyhJ-MR68UAIpwg_obLKS9QaVn0ZIuea3hyFnupGDb8nUyM9vvxFORNyCjMWOQDhCRv9yRutfuxT1uXWSQ6GaMuYH45dOLHdKTanFrWeibO_7LoC-ZHDPMpcgQo_BHWDw9hgn-FZ/s400/IMG_7062.JPG" border="0" /><br />For the first time leaving a city we have "competitors" hitchhiking, that is good signal, and it is that here this works very well. The last night in Czech Republic it wasn’t that well, it was at the unpronounceable city of Hradec Kralove, where it joins a big storm, and cold, with a failure of our contact of CS, although finally we fix ourselves, and we spent the night in a kinder garden, was an interesting experience...<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078944742406716194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQiOMuK9PGUZXGmEUOoMzcmm4KjJyDOsfqvT3fu8CPfayLdseXKvyWJnmeS9ozp59lOWgFpMZ-L5536tb3XEbp38OgTLnc7I7Jmi2uqmxDBJgBA92y8Q5YyhQpTvnbhV2oR5VwaKqLHME1/s400/IMG_7098.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078951455440599890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ZIgeHTHL6ZKFIrK3hRjFeqyTGOwSFR3Pp8FaIFM9fpfED5blYa1JerhdVoZNsIV4OaZvAca2uz1GXlyEya_4IdewGyd88Blsc2OuceTNEAuOEN0xHfkJ3nR5HF17gcB5AAFP4Rgg0Y_5/s400/IMG_7102.JPG" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078952073915890530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iKKmERBXPd7KQfB8UeQlXtmIvfQhRZlpy7J2Zhf-KvR3HwS3j1o4d6bCaednGvaSnk7GeToLUOWtQg42pBSIkccGYSV2WmNBdKathmGcDs0xc5urHhVhKsldXayTqC6yG9BIMdnQ7-JG/s400/checa.gif" border="0" /><br /></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-70545170645883337492007-06-13T13:29:00.001+02:002009-11-02T11:47:12.473+01:00BRATISLAVABefore going to the Czech Republic, we make use of the nearness of the Slovak capital, and pass some days here, in Bratislava.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bwxKlK5NcDM61TqO33z4mdW28tnfgDGA9bAak-QHhAst3beLQXCvZo16xtSvw1x_9awtlFEaojhZbYJP7W_PQeVm3yRudo_dDlk65uKFKuSkJVkT2u7jtiq5kNBshzLS9P6Y0dzlqjy2/s1600-h/IMG_6954.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075642346347788818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bwxKlK5NcDM61TqO33z4mdW28tnfgDGA9bAak-QHhAst3beLQXCvZo16xtSvw1x_9awtlFEaojhZbYJP7W_PQeVm3yRudo_dDlk65uKFKuSkJVkT2u7jtiq5kNBshzLS9P6Y0dzlqjy2/s400/IMG_6954.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Even though it is separated by 60 km of Vienna, we notice great changes, it is seen that this country has some years to arrive at the level of the countries of the euro zone. Although just in a year and a half they will impose here, also the new coin.<br />Bratislava, a city made capital very few years ago, has a historic centre small and attractive, and flooded of tramways as all the Central European countries.<br />Among its plenty of churches, we find the blue church, which seems taken out of a tale.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipv9QswiYkTM45FyiAC2UCTfsdSAKWykLRC1pKhyIWqjM-ZyN7jtIzohbXi-3zI5jcGeFvO2Td178SmsNWamCpUU3l9xwBZYyDNgC9nAfgnMevj5oToAcey1xnUYBHesyyvFBPW7TngCcz/s1600-h/IMG_6959.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075641092217338370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipv9QswiYkTM45FyiAC2UCTfsdSAKWykLRC1pKhyIWqjM-ZyN7jtIzohbXi-3zI5jcGeFvO2Td178SmsNWamCpUU3l9xwBZYyDNgC9nAfgnMevj5oToAcey1xnUYBHesyyvFBPW7TngCcz/s400/IMG_6959.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The colorful buildings of the centre, contrast continuously with old constructions half demolished and in very bad conditions; and at the top of a near hill, there is a castle, centre of meetings of the president.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUn8ykfn3Kvx3XJHC3la3XVe1Lwt1-CerBlRl-nfIGBflvEarYaz1tMRBGsZeZcZSGpavrWgCDM7_z52Zg4yeH_D9nFyy-jK9TSwCyMJUHh9508bzbwW3gm5EybpRyjQ6_01koaJD8_Tjn/s1600-h/IMG_6964.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075639404295191010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUn8ykfn3Kvx3XJHC3la3XVe1Lwt1-CerBlRl-nfIGBflvEarYaz1tMRBGsZeZcZSGpavrWgCDM7_z52Zg4yeH_D9nFyy-jK9TSwCyMJUHh9508bzbwW3gm5EybpRyjQ6_01koaJD8_Tjn/s400/IMG_6964.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNf5CfECAnKQO4ONN29nPjMsoL4nG9aVdSe2CS-K8XcNhzr8KlVpb7o_PfbT8JJ9sZtTVw1r5XrYcPfl-sh3iRqwOInCBvDJgqjX4t2RjrL-3Rrm3scJDMZ0EkMVyV-9jJyUKJ4yn9Si-u/s1600-h/IMG_6966.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075643505988958754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNf5CfECAnKQO4ONN29nPjMsoL4nG9aVdSe2CS-K8XcNhzr8KlVpb7o_PfbT8JJ9sZtTVw1r5XrYcPfl-sh3iRqwOInCBvDJgqjX4t2RjrL-3Rrm3scJDMZ0EkMVyV-9jJyUKJ4yn9Si-u/s400/IMG_6966.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On the other side of Danube is the new part of the city, which is accessed for the modern New Bridge.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdDKeTyW-u-6nW4N-k2Jexk8VhjKXhNYYPCunDK4gXvfQqV_ricRydQBzqZk9wfPL4S_wGduc1jVRhS1B5Fjb9k3zri9KPWkaA37PBBQQsW3nlyhLcIOB4rg79fTb5-sQrbz0YMdD-ew-E/s1600-h/IMG_6962.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075640112964794866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdDKeTyW-u-6nW4N-k2Jexk8VhjKXhNYYPCunDK4gXvfQqV_ricRydQBzqZk9wfPL4S_wGduc1jVRhS1B5Fjb9k3zri9KPWkaA37PBBQQsW3nlyhLcIOB4rg79fTb5-sQrbz0YMdD-ew-E/s400/IMG_6962.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Respect to the people, the little contact that we have had, has been very good, from the day that we arrive they helped us a lot; and Tomas, the one who hosted us, is a very nice person; those beers in front of the Danube in the night.... are unforgettable.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9tjjmWpJHNvOvdz1Mq3tiRYseluhsTjTUO31LkR9HaNB-iVkATQKNNT5pI8biS59VXgLTHx93G6zd_pdXru0_pRiAEG37fyVFPgRgbUiTvLV6OJ3fASOmpEw9-05M-E-AYoGf_jVIZB5H/s1600-h/IMG_6971.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075637222451804610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9tjjmWpJHNvOvdz1Mq3tiRYseluhsTjTUO31LkR9HaNB-iVkATQKNNT5pI8biS59VXgLTHx93G6zd_pdXru0_pRiAEG37fyVFPgRgbUiTvLV6OJ3fASOmpEw9-05M-E-AYoGf_jVIZB5H/s400/IMG_6971.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We make use of a day, to go to the Castle of Devin, in a small town near the city, in the confluence of the Danube with the Morava, at the border with Austria.<br />The castle has survived from the New Stone Age until the 19th century, passing for numerous hands; even it fell in the hands of the troops of Napoleon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1ytU3hBfTYgAJ4solpKvVg2dWKHzco7wrwBkL5CPTD6EDexjdBsczej1hsbFLs8LkN3Jea2BKSTJxqjPlxrN_L7-0Mq9_OkSJL9IWPTDAp0_BBgbHDdWipD5FoUXUmJvqCs7BLIR0Txe/s1600-h/IMG_6974.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075647126646389298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1ytU3hBfTYgAJ4solpKvVg2dWKHzco7wrwBkL5CPTD6EDexjdBsczej1hsbFLs8LkN3Jea2BKSTJxqjPlxrN_L7-0Mq9_OkSJL9IWPTDAp0_BBgbHDdWipD5FoUXUmJvqCs7BLIR0Txe/s400/IMG_6974.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEH1lEE4AImobA8_qtmfL0cBDRiSMCPYK4lmHut8dreJOgPFPjwRwkZLYAeETk-eYhO_7X-IOzQQFEB49vR9rtXBZGWBD4TBX5kpY81dhCCDwAMRJwUnED1HJaxLuXgWcyQ_-w0H8h7vBP/s1600-h/IMG_6979.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075635779342793122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEH1lEE4AImobA8_qtmfL0cBDRiSMCPYK4lmHut8dreJOgPFPjwRwkZLYAeETk-eYhO_7X-IOzQQFEB49vR9rtXBZGWBD4TBX5kpY81dhCCDwAMRJwUnED1HJaxLuXgWcyQ_-w0H8h7vBP/s400/IMG_6979.JPG" border="0" /></a>To finish off, in this city that has liked us so much, Tomas invited us to a very tasty dinner of authentic Slovak food.David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-31953979936284633812007-06-08T14:59:00.000+02:002009-11-02T12:27:15.307+01:00AUSTRIAWe continue in a green and mountainous country, at the west the big Alps and at the east plain lands.<br /><br />We don’t like to generalize but the people here are cooler, and the hitchhike is more difficult, although we were traveling like this in all the country.<br /><br />The arrival to Austria was very funny; a Swiss girl picks us up in St. Gallen, and told us to stop before the border. After some time perhaps she thought again about it, and ask us if we have some drugs with us; with our negative replay, she was agree to cross the Rhein river and bring us to Austria.<br /><br />Before to arrive to Innsbruck, our first destination, we stopped at Bludenz, where the Suchard factory is, and all the city smells chocolate. When we told to the Austrian that we eat it in Spain for Christmas they were very surprised…<br /><br />Innsbruck is far from the Swiss border, to arrive, we had to cross deep valleys, and the city is located between big mountains, it is the perfect place to practice winter sports, something very popular in Innsbruck. At the environs there is a racecourse of jump sky of the last Winter Olympic Games.<br /><br />The center of the Tirol capital city it’s small but very interesting, until 800 years back history, a part of the cathedral and the golden roof, the most beautiful is the settle of the city between the mountains.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073587565273905298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQE1IYW59pzJD6cZtMyKfWbFMD7XVXEgqE8o6l3iDQ9CfWahzLndz6F-TuQVlN-IPmnOME0QmjTtl4ao-yzgwDnNRTptqccOvr6hhZqcdWeYWu-vNkoLjCgZN0HhwGqjR-Cz4FqZUWV9t1/s400/IMG_6833.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJhL0J7LuxfK2z2hUuw1GZLj7Ddwa704O-dOz3Gig_mRn9xyA1bCwD5oZZa3W9C1jZRNXWo4wbn76iskpgzK3X7AF3hfZHS1qhje_nu3sm3kGMO7AQUDdjdQoQkbxAVDe7gPwaWZyv2wZ/s1600-h/IMG_6835.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073596352776993042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJhL0J7LuxfK2z2hUuw1GZLj7Ddwa704O-dOz3Gig_mRn9xyA1bCwD5oZZa3W9C1jZRNXWo4wbn76iskpgzK3X7AF3hfZHS1qhje_nu3sm3kGMO7AQUDdjdQoQkbxAVDe7gPwaWZyv2wZ/s400/IMG_6835.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The way to Salzburg took us long and interesting time, we went by different cars, meeting very different people; the first one was a young guy who has traveled a lot, and with many nice stories.<br /><br />In our way we had to across a small piece of land of Germany, after that again in Austria, Salzburg it’s at the border.<br /><br />We have to name Mozart at this city, his name, sculpture, picture…is represented everywhere in Salzburg, his birthplace city. Salzburg is full of churches, cathedral, and of course, the house where Mozart born, and the house where he lived.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073593208860932322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfG6rD6Adxru96sJ3jgCM3cPBb0tjQC7ElBnlEfsJtpuEQWjG8_CUVJjogIaVecRbWLG2gq54QivwinUOF9UJrRu9I-iNDQOnoo86xFKNPZ4aso_ZLTZOHufoYqe5ObHgoJ881dFY1v1uU/s400/IMG_6849.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073594501646088434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3IOYzJ3Q-mqBtArq7dW8VUcir8w0JZQvHNeM7vBk3MW-nseQkLvjWsXcF6CnWk0EyBxxuTEXpKRl532nMsu_TFs9o4WTQKxJx8FpnNZ2meAtpp0pJ4gBFx0KWB0B5LfX6UzDemO5KJKK/s400/IMG_6848.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073592671990020306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY6ro68B2GPiQj_EHk4i_FlDRtT70NwhresRo7xXvWh0V1Jx8X5kZFzkSc4AN7GMCzHkz9WLXNz0hs3pgq3CWmPP9SKTHELYP4NjMyaYGANSw2EjQDPJ1yJmoID8CIt9O5CENogePLU5L-/s400/IMG_6856.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />With Jenny of HC, we went to Oberndorf, little bit north of Salzburg; this town is on the exterior side of the curve of a river; at the interior of the river, there is another town, but it’s Germany, we were crossing from Austria to Germany to have a cheaper ice cream and then back to Austria…The picture is the German town from Austria.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8G4NfwKw7r_Bw4oNticX6hcqBiNOBGqm-ydi4uNnGgW7dqMexVvjNCTZ2yIhvIJIehqkREsaf_H0hdhcwMn2hspLR6t32Do0EqVaqnywNfS3zcaSU8ICszKT4YUsiCOeJVVJJ9EnUVY5G/s1600-h/IMG_6863.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073591469399177410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8G4NfwKw7r_Bw4oNticX6hcqBiNOBGqm-ydi4uNnGgW7dqMexVvjNCTZ2yIhvIJIehqkREsaf_H0hdhcwMn2hspLR6t32Do0EqVaqnywNfS3zcaSU8ICszKT4YUsiCOeJVVJJ9EnUVY5G/s400/IMG_6863.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We didn’t want to arrive straight to Wien, so we made a short stop in St. Pölten, it’s not much interesting, but we were walking there with Johannes of HC, who showed us all the city; the small tower of the picture is a monument dedicated to the disease of Plague.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6qCnF-BLS9bAuG5DDV-6USrpo-3BXhf8gqVeE6UkGZxWO9dcleKIFwjTWlcE08cYJp3gP44tKMXHk8TRr9UsCwOQMAblR_pENHlqFSLTKpQC-tdNe9iDa0Sqr1CAWO77UkYl8ocWAqhV/s1600-h/IMG_6868.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073590915348396210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6qCnF-BLS9bAuG5DDV-6USrpo-3BXhf8gqVeE6UkGZxWO9dcleKIFwjTWlcE08cYJp3gP44tKMXHk8TRr9UsCwOQMAblR_pENHlqFSLTKpQC-tdNe9iDa0Sqr1CAWO77UkYl8ocWAqhV/s400/IMG_6868.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Sorine, a Romanian man who works here, picked us up and brought us to Wien as a taxi, because he put the address of the HC member, Maria, on the GPS, and brought us just in front of the door of her house. We were very lucky to arrive like this to such a big city as is Wien.<br /><br />This first day we went for a walk to introduce us in this beautiful city; we approached to the centre passing nearby Belvedere palace and its gardens…<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFjTo3scAQOo8iXGqdJPEAXOiKGUjapPxQjaSwLMYun3ZZsZlrKWmYe07mzgFsaDlp4wlw6DrZTjJ0dgRgU3DAjuYCeWcn5NyfdYWLss7T2cI-WKnM_DVuCTNz4QprXQJCkVCl-88wKOH/s1600-h/IMG_6877.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073588763569780898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFjTo3scAQOo8iXGqdJPEAXOiKGUjapPxQjaSwLMYun3ZZsZlrKWmYe07mzgFsaDlp4wlw6DrZTjJ0dgRgU3DAjuYCeWcn5NyfdYWLss7T2cI-WKnM_DVuCTNz4QprXQJCkVCl-88wKOH/s400/IMG_6877.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />During the days that we were here, not only we visited the city, we were very lucky to go with Maria to our first Opera concert; the act performs, Othello, was full of different characters, and was very interesting. Even as the real fans, we waited to the artist outside who sign us autographs.<br /><br />In Wien there are many places to see…walking through the centre you can look where you want, always there are something surprising and nice to see. Here there are some pictures that we share with you.<br /></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074458107900164418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jYqmJSbcD8ZnnImA81ZkquGmKfJacJi2B2x8Ea4OEaVnXkMOFcZknQlvPmo_hsptBL6vXNLUghdl_UVYDcuYt5aM5GdZ4fk-xaGYqFQCBXvc3fCkg2bEZuJJUN-e5w7JQK8QDBEM6j0o/s400/IMG_6881.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074460083585120594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXsV1hupWlSu8kaZ2_wD57tITAfyZ1b1C3PkR2MTRk68IY15yuRXTVOabYDg-sgeHQnfxS7GZQJv-JnwRP9HDilVeQAK_vTK6eMXFfQ8Wog7q_krU6vSDGFo7lIImpdkSMooCagSZFEic/s400/IMG_6932.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074462776529615218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgTay0ygt7XOdxMmXX4OUH_D8NMN-SEcTkuMWHPzM40WU2TvFO8y-D7daq9kFkJkjKJJE6aT9lmgZ2G4QfUahiMhWrlBltzETZMNQ6EFpAHJJy_Ixl7BXWT2iGKUNCfZ6klfdR7tm34MYC/s400/IMG_6935.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074489778989005186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzmjgRMw7RTDpK1LjljNgYeuusvQ41q7x8wBJdbs9fs25CZ57NHkOlkXxb3sabOakvQnwSra2a8lAWNKLFB33gKxQcedAsbENBA8gUd-jwW3jy8kmZsYyFcr0ebRmYahFwQgrBM5J1qM04/s400/IMG_6886.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074462063565044066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ABXqasByRWnuFcAJM7SbmZIWFXHMnbzghah8ITn2PgueNyptBUjbLQwDi46q_lgftSU7WC8iy7lSQfKJ8fLZMpzFLkNwsst2OGo3Mg_DC0RlOCu5H8r2OOqdd43T-KTRyT8Ad6KUJ07s/s400/IMG_6940.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073596670604572962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEPmW2QJh9i1oBoVG0bNEq4aIRE5VgOQ6ks7BpxImBzgeqkaBuc2rDzqEeg7RsR8PPKKUJllSlzAp8FKYf0Erz1D2AaBrdss0vsYsOnJ1Y0YvWzKk5iru1p1xvzxtxX60YccUvfUKI8wh/s400/austria.gif" border="0" /> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170202962719882986.post-42601718874184987632007-05-27T12:58:00.000+02:002009-11-02T12:28:14.890+01:00SWITZERLANDThe first that comes to my mind with Switzerland is nature, green, mountains, cleanness… even the cities don’t look like cities.<br /><br />This is the first country that we had to exchange money, or get local money from the bank machine; to avoid commissions it is better to get the entire amount to spend in the country. In this case it was 100 Swiss Francs (60 €) but in our second they, as we said, with the money of the train to Zermatt and the food for the trek, we had just 19 Swiss Francs (11 €) and fortunately we were able to cross this expensive country in 10 days with this money in our pocket.<br /><br />After travel in Valais province, we went straight to the capital Bern, hitchhike it’s perfect, in two hours we covered the distance of 160km. We didn’t realize when we arrived to the center of the city, we expected the classic city full of buildings, but no; here it seems like we are out of the city in a residential area. The historical centre is almost surrounded by the big curve that the river Aare makes.<br />The cathedral or the Clock Tower, are nice places to visit; and the streets, most of them with underground entries to shops and restaurants.<br /><br /><br /><div><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEhEw3wAF5lqIU4dOGA_JMpPRzqrSEB3ft2QlAhebXcHGbLHRTptH4GjVozNy2HrtUVoVGKNEvxw6niZBLzs4LwiaVCHdnFhi04TJb2JuCdTRStpwxuDWgLQ4FpFqV8yzLA5jYhi_PdZf-/s1600-h/IMG_6761.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069552308517411666" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEhEw3wAF5lqIU4dOGA_JMpPRzqrSEB3ft2QlAhebXcHGbLHRTptH4GjVozNy2HrtUVoVGKNEvxw6niZBLzs4LwiaVCHdnFhi04TJb2JuCdTRStpwxuDWgLQ4FpFqV8yzLA5jYhi_PdZf-/s400/IMG_6761.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2C2BfN96lgaGKk4uVNIeJg2c7b4DPHpaCEd75r_YBqLeeMB5Io5M88fd0f4FhWhIL4JrvTTEMNWp5FDopHgiXSGu31R8zUhyfRfgrULWy_CLIYfjwyYdDn5nY141noT1tpT-EuMyRYvn/s1600-h/IMG_6756.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069549237615795010" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2C2BfN96lgaGKk4uVNIeJg2c7b4DPHpaCEd75r_YBqLeeMB5Io5M88fd0f4FhWhIL4JrvTTEMNWp5FDopHgiXSGu31R8zUhyfRfgrULWy_CLIYfjwyYdDn5nY141noT1tpT-EuMyRYvn/s400/IMG_6756.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We felt a lot of cultural and architectonic changes. Is said that the people here is cold, perhaps, but the people that we meet through HC and CS, are open people and with interest about to know about us and our travel.<br />We saw that the people care a lot of the body, they use to have biologic food, nothing is messy in the houses; there is no comparison between the students flat where we stay before, with the Swiss student flats…<br /><br />We went to the center of the country to a nice city at the shore of a lake, surrounded of mountains; Luzern.<br />We were very comfortable at Tobias house with his flat mates; we stay there for three days. In the small historical centre there is not much to distinguish; there is a big wall with towers and in one of them there is an old clock, which is working with gears and pulleys; and the “Hurt Lion” which is carved on the rock wall of a small hill.<br />Really the most beautiful is the settlement of the city. </p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069553940604984162" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQ1JKYAIf56nKybeEyUk3yG5W-2KSgOmcttzSfzDnT4KAq2CsLjOGbll6kvYLuARlz_3fk_4nw9W04ejvYJHUDA-eFHJFbNAKP5l3_SEYxnoUo1TFYCzI3BuGCscSQqwmTui4nak6w-Cc/s400/IMG_6773.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069558201212541826" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpr6jzvwKsTghIns22wC_zufh65H30m-KMlTjvFoaPCXE_hFw8LChsh8Psy-dxLDkSQXlBZw7lHWej4jG8ca1NPKXCo9zjSDTBnT9RVSywSLii-CNuXc9z5i0qtHaiGB7I5iy6QXTLREr/s400/IMG_6792.JPG" border="0" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069555993599351666" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheyDWaQ2_gh6U2cW9gcBnAhdNWlpFb9sa4WVkWWhklz3BKOAcxMLV-mR3GdvyiqPuA1XMEVaVeFLcQ0K8Wb8aazmc9r1iWXqvtvPW4ehRdwauL48jZ04RMYl25pNIsbokNCaV3Uv-pclWi/s400/IMG_6783.JPG" border="0" /><br />When we were trustful of the weather, and enjoying the “summer”, the cold catch us again, the temperature fell down to 9ºC, with rain and snow on the nearby picks. With this weather we arrived to Zürich, the largest city of Switzerland, where we were “living” in a community in the suburbs, in an industrial area. It was like a big old building where each of the 13 people living there, have made their own living space; a part from a common kitchen and recreation room. It was an interesting experience to meet this community.<br /><br />Zürich is the business city in Switzerland, the city center is similar to what we saw before in other Swiss cities, and like Luzern is located near a lake.<br /></p><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071532434469755890" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5csuaUTV10FSvtPzjQKWJ7zeOEzu8e9K0Hs7YCfez8_A5gQxJKAVBYr-emNCuFrkaDuc2n3-MPqiF_E4NYgLxKIt2uJVzjV9r0bC5L-ruej3PxFAvLA3LGIByk6-cwIoPuWcGJ30vi6mm/s400/IMG_6809.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><br />We continue traveling by hitchhiking far to the last big city on the east, St. Gallen to leave definitely the country; it was very nice the Cathedral which is protected by UNESCO; but the best was the company of Corinne and Christina of CS; they brought us in the night to a hill with beautiful views of the city, and also with the company of some local beer…<br /><br /><br /></p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072529104943544386" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtFiAjLa5ngt343kL6qCrmORbgOKcMXs8zvkUCaPu6FOkI0VbK65-cHT-MJSBtDsjRV3cBMbDMMhfoEVOGvdaKKRNIMlwNU_lkkyHY764RJ5OFsffDBFH6LH-FzfT7OPRkE44NaqLIsIf8/s400/suiza.gif" border="0" /><br /></div>David Sua y María Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05459235967451751607noreply@blogger.com0