<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18128209</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:24:45.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>antostrip</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>antostrip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234560867573877492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18128209.post-113958298089069701</id><published>2006-02-10T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T08:07:42.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGENTINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUENOS AIRES&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DEDICATO A FRANCA TURRINI CHE DOPO 36 ANNI TORNO' A B.A.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ANGELO Y ANTONIO EN PUERTO MADERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LA RECOLETA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CAMINITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AUTOBUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;VALERIA Y ANTONELLA EN PLAZA DE MAYO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PUERTO MADERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MAR DEL PLATA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MAMMA FRANCA, NIETTA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ZIO ENZO ZIA ANGELA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ANTONIO Y FLORENCIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IL RENAULT 12 "GLI ZINGARI"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ALE,EUGE,ANTOSY FLOPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IL CIVILE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2025.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2025.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/aregn%20%2022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/aregn%20%2022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/areg%20n21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/areg%20n21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IL MATRIMONIO (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DEDICATO A ALE Y EUGE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/arg%20%2040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/arg%20%2040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%2039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA FESTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%2019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA PARTENZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/argen%20%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/argen%20%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. SFORTUNATAMENTE NON AVEVAMO ABBASTANZA FOTO PER RENDERE OMAGGIO A TUTTI....PERDONO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18128209-113958298089069701?l=antostrip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/feeds/113958298089069701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18128209&amp;postID=113958298089069701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113958298089069701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113958298089069701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/2006/02/argentina.html' title='ARGENTINA'/><author><name>antostrip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234560867573877492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18128209.post-113943615125621803</id><published>2006-02-08T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:03:00.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINA VIA TIBET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP2734.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP2734.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E finalmente il 25 novembre riuscimmo ad attraversare il confine nepal/china…ci costo’ solo 8 ore con l’aiuto della nostra guida paul che da oggi sarebbe stato la nostra ombra.....e ancora non sapevamo qual era il pronostico del nostro futuro imminete!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Il tibet fu la prima parte della China che visitammo; ci fermammo per 7 giorni con visita al campo base dell’everest...e li l’altitudine ci ammazzo...eravamo a 5600 metri...la strada inesistente, un antishock della antomobil si ruppe...nulla di grave solo guidare piu’ lentamente....e poi nel rifugio tutti e tre passammo una notte infernale per la reale mancanza di ossigeno.un’esperienza unica....l’everest e il tetto del mondo tolgono il respiro...&lt;br /&gt;Lhasa, la capitale della comunita’ autonoma, e’ un misto tra la cultura tibetana e la cinese.il Potala palace, in passato, residenza del dalai lama e’ degno di una visita e cosi’ l’intera citta’. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP2751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP2751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tibet e’ realmente un mondo a parte con i suoi abitanti vestiti con i tipici costumi e stupendi ornamenti; gli yak, le mucche pelose dell’hymalaia , con la loro deliziosa carne e il latte e burro ricco di energia. I tibetani sono sorridenti e amichevoli...il paesaggio e’ unico...pero’ il freddo continuo con un sole accecante e la mancanza di ossigeno ci facevano desiderare di arrivare alla meta successiva....la CINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Cina e’ piu’ che un paese...e’ un quasi continete,per la sua estensione, differenze climatiche,paesacci,fauna, flora, cultura e realta’ etniche.&lt;br /&gt;Visitammo buona parte del paese e imparammo a mangiare con i bastoncini e soprattutto diventammo fans del cibo locale...totalmente diverso da quello offerto dai cinesi in europa.&lt;br /&gt;Bisogna ammettere che sarebbe potuta essere una stupenda tappa del nostro tour...invece... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP2799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP2799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Antomobil ci abbandonno a 500 km da Lanzhou e quello fu solo l’inizio.....ci fermammo nel garage di mitsubishi per 10 giorni a causa dell’incompetenza dei m eccanici, pagammo salatamente la riparazione che dopo 1 km si dimostro’ parziale...si perche’ l’auto aveva ancora problemi...nulla... su avviso del manager ci dirigemmo verso Chendu, dove teoricamente il garage mitsubishi avrebbe aggiustato l’antomobil.&lt;br /&gt;E secondo voi cosa successe???&lt;br /&gt;Non fu possibile aggiustare la macchina e ci consigliarono di andare a Kunming, dove il garage mitsubishi era specializzato in diesel...e cosi’ con tanto malumore, odio verso l’attitudine dei locali e pronti a fare causa al primo garage per negligenza etc prendemmo la strada per la successiva citta’.&lt;br /&gt;A parte i dieci gioni di ritardo per colpa del garage di Lanzhou rallentammo il viaggio anche perche’ la macchina non poteva andare a piu’ di 80 km all’ora.....e cosi’ i tragitti erano infiniti..... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP2824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP2824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....cmq la sfiga ancora non ci aveva abbandonato....&lt;br /&gt;...a 20 km da Kunming, ormai giunti in un clima mite dopo piu’ di un mese e prossimi alla meta...successe il peggio........&lt;br /&gt;......stavamo giudando in una zona montuosa, in discesa con asfalto bagnato per via della pioggia....&lt;br /&gt;.....in un tornante, strada solo a 2 corsie con a un lato il burrone e all’altro la finacata della montagna,....&lt;br /&gt;....ci trovamme di fronte a un camion superando a un altro camion, invadendo a meta’ la nostra corsia....e in meno di nulla si presento’ la terza macchina superando ai due camion....e li fu la fine...la macchina si ritira all’ultimo...e riuscimmo a passare l’ostacolo....ma dopo fu impossibile mantenere la macchina, perdemmo il controllo, cominciammo a ruotare e sbattemmo fortunatamente contro la fiancata della montagna...questo ci privo’ &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP2952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP2952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dell’equilibrio e cademmo sulla fiancata sinistra e slittammo a valle....e finalmente ci fermammo....orribile, credevamo di morire...e sapete il peggio????nessuno dei responsabili si fermo’!!!&lt;br /&gt;noi riuscimmo ad uscire dalla furgonetta, indolenziti ma fortunatamente senza nulla di rotto;la polizia arrivo’ inmediatamente...e raccontammo immediatamente l’accaduto e loro non provarono neppure a fermare i l traffico a valle...ionfondo eravamo solo degli stranieri!!!!&lt;br /&gt;la sensazione d’impotenza,a causa dell’ incapacita’ di parlare cinese, verso ogni accaduto era sfrustrante e desideravamo uscire dal paese al piu’ presto, ripensando a quando valutammo la possibilita’ di tralascire la cina...ma e’ inutile piangere sul latte versato....e poi iniziavamo a sentirci prigioniri del &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/PIC_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/PIC_0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;paese...maledetto!!!&lt;br /&gt;la polizia, l’ambulanza,l’ospedale, i medici e tutto quanto accaduto dopo l’incidente ha del grottesco...irreale....troppo lungo da raccontare...posso solo dire che ci tolse ogni forza...prosciugo’ le nostre finanze e la nostra salute....eravamo nevrotici....&lt;br /&gt;.....per il momento la macchina e’ in viaggio su un mercantile dalla cina verso liverpool, si perche’ la macchinadistrutta debe sempre tornare al suo paese....noi siamo in uno stupendo paese...la Argentina...&lt;br /&gt;....siamo arrivati qui dopo 40 ore di volo, siamo a Mar del Plata, costa oceanica...stiamo divinamente godendo della vacanza e soprattutto condividendo la gioia dell’imminente matrimonio di mio fratello Alessandro eEugenia e qualcosa in piu’!!!&lt;br /&gt;a fine mese torniamo a Manchester....non ci sentiamo sconfitti...questo e’ stato solo la prima esperienza sui generis....presto vi renderemo partecipi del prossimo pazzo progetto!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Baci forti a tutti…sapete dove trovarci!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP2989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP2989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spend 1 month and a half in this part of the world; it could have been the best but unfortunately it was not.&lt;br /&gt;We saw beautiful sceneries, the roof of the world, the yellow river, the vast Tibetan plateau; we saw the unique giant Buddha, the sleeping one, many carvings, the terracotta warriors and many more sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t have much luck with us…the turbo breakdown and after the engine started to fail badly; the worth was that none of the Mitsubishi garages in all China were able to repair the car!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And something more happened to us…we had a car accident near Kunming, 1000 km from Laos border; mountain road, raining, triple overtaking (two lorries and a car)….they didn’t left any space for us…..and that was the end!!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobady stopped….to many thing to write…we are fine…all in one piece but very disappointed…could you imagine?the car is ready for the scrap yard….&lt;br /&gt;…..we are safe and far from china now!!!&lt;br /&gt;We are in south America, Argentina, Mar del Plata; my brother, Alessandro is getting married.&lt;br /&gt;We will back in Manchester at the end of this month…see you then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ( this was our first intent…there will be more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La China, yo diria que el pais mas fascinante de los que hemos estado, no nos acompano la suerte o si, depende del punto de vista. Todavia estamos aquí y eso es lo importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entramos en china a traves de la frontera Nepal/Tibet...la carretera era un camino de cabras durisima pero lo conseguimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP2992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP2992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entrar en china nos costo casi un dia, al parecer tenian problemas con el ordenador, fue un autentico calvario. Nuestro guia se encargo de resolver el tema de los papeles, menos mal porque nadie en la frontera hablaba ingles y los carteles en chino no se entienden muy bien, mas tarde nos enterariamos que el chino tiene mas de 56.000 caracteres asique no es un idioma facil de aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Tibet es un mundo a parte en las entranas del Himalaya, el clima es durisimo no haciendo facil la vida alli los tibetanos son un pueblo de gente simpatica muy religiosos, tienen la piel oscurecida por los rayos del sol, que a esa altura son muy fuertes y es facil quemarse. Utilizan una especie de antena parabolica que concentra los rayos del sol y la usan para claentar agua. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3412.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los paisajes son incribles hasta que llegamos a Lasha paramos un monton de veces para hacer fotos. Pero tambien paramos un monton de veces debido a lo duro del camino cuando subimos al campo base del Everest rompimos uno de los amotiguadores delanteros y pasamos la peor noche de nuestro viaje...la concentracion de oxigeno a esa altura 5600m baja bastante y lo notas con un constante dolor de cabeza que hace imposible que concivas el sueno, y si subes unos escalones te mareas, nuestro guia nos compro unas botellas de oxigeno para que asi pudieramos dormir. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3200.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3313.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasha es una ciudad de contrastes esta la parte vieja con el Potala palace donde la gente todavia viste a la manera tradicional y hay muchisimos peregrinos de todas las partes del Tibet. Detrás la industralizacion que trajeron los Chinos, que estan construyendo carreteras , ferrocarriles y un monton de industria con lo que esta parte encantadora del mundo en poco tiempo sera engullida por esa globalizacion de la que todos hablamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuetsro coche a partir de aquí empezo a tomar un papel protagonista, la carretera mejoro pero la maquina perdia aceite, fuimos a un garaje que nos recomendo rellenar y seguir hasta otra ciudad mas grande donde serian capaces de resolverlo y eso hicimos. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3250.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salimos del tibet cruzamos el desierto de Gobi hicimos alguna parada para visitar templos y la gran muralla pero siempre con la preocupacion del coche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando empoezo la autopista fue el fin. Empezamos a oir un ruido intermitente que venia del motor y no nos gusto nada salimos a preguntar al taller mas cercano y nos dijo que no debiamos conducir mas. Asique buscamos un camion en el que hicimos los ultimos 500km hasta el taller. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3276.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos a Lanzhou donde estaba el garaje de Mitsubishi mas grande de esa region. Nosotros habiamos dormido en la furgoneta dentro del saco la temperatura dentro de la furgo bajo de los –7 grados. Que tortura!!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3214.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3214.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo del taller fue una odisea discusion tras discusion malentendido tras malentendido en resumen nos rectificaron el motor y dejamos el taller despues de diez dias. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3299.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al poco tiempo oimos un riudo que según los tecnicos desapareceria con el tiempo no fue asi y empeoro la situacion cuan al poder ir mas rapido nos dimos cuenta de que no entraba la cuarta....GRRRR! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitamos los soldados de terracota y nos dirigimos al siguiente taller donde arregalron el problema de la cuarta &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3413.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;velocidad..pero seguiamos con el ruido...ellos no sabian como arreglarlo y nos mandaban a otro taller...que angustia y desesperacion...pero ahí acabo nuestra aventura cuando nos quedaban menos de 100km para la ultima ciudad bajando un puerto en una curva nos encontramos con un camion adelantando a otro en raya continu invadiendo nuestro carril, yo me movi al arcen pero cuandoestavamos por cruzarnos aparecio un coche que intentaba adelantar a los dos camiones usando el arcen...frenada de emergencia y volantazo...salimos de la carretera y golpeamos el desague lateral que tenia 1m de profundidad., dimos la vuelta en el aire y caimos sobre el lado izquierdo arrastrmos por la carretera unos 50 metros hasta que golpeamos la pared interior y paramos...increiblemente &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3054.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3054.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no nos paso nada a ninguno de los tres pero nuestro viaje termino ahí...ninguno &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3368.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;de los conductores involucrados paro y cuando aparecio la policia no mostraron interes alguno en intentar parar el trafico para coger a los infractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3398.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP3398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aquí termino el viaje, a partir de aquí la experiencias en china fueron de mal en peor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NUNCA ME FIARE DE LA PALABRA DE UN CHINO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La china es maravillosa pero si las cosas van mal no esperes el mismo resultado que en un pais civilizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;    CIAO                        &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ADIOS &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BYE BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTA FUE LA FIN DE NUESTRO  VIAJE...ESTAMOS DE VUELTA EN  MANCHESTER DESPUES DE HABER PARADO  UN MES EN  ARGENTINA....ESTAMOS PREPARANDO  LAPROXIMA ADVENTURA...YA LES CONTAREMOS!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;QUESTO  FU  LA FINE DEL  VIAGGIO...DIREZIONE AUSTRALIA...FU IL  PRIMO  TENTATIVO...SIAMO  TORNATI  DALLA STUPENDA E CALDA ARGENTINA...SIAMO  DI  NUOVO  A MNCHETSER...CARICHI  DI  ENERGIA E DESIDEROSI  DI  PARTIRE PER LA ROSSIMA AVVENTURA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;THIS WAS THE END OF  OUR LITTLE TRIP.....WE WILL  NOT WAIT LONG TO  LEAVE FOR THE NEW ADVENTURE...SEE YOU SOON...AT  PRESENT  WE ARE BACK  IN MANCHESTER....BUT NOT FOR LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3427.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/400/IMGP3427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP3427.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IL  CAPITOLO  ARGENTINA  CON SPECIALE " ALE Y  EUGE" NON E'  ANCORA PRONTO...A PRESTO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANTOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18128209-113943615125621803?l=antostrip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/feeds/113943615125621803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18128209&amp;postID=113943615125621803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113943615125621803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113943615125621803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/2006/02/china-via-tibet.html' title='CHINA VIA TIBET'/><author><name>antostrip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234560867573877492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18128209.post-113943217182639791</id><published>2006-02-08T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:27:33.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEPAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Foto de 1 a 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chitwan National Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Llegados a katmandu, conocimos una pareja,Visho y Tina, que nos ayudo’ a encontrar un nuevo turbo para la furgo...asi’ que tubimos unos dias libres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Visho y Tina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nos invitaron a un safari en el Chitwan Royal National &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal%202.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal%202.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Park.&lt;br /&gt;El recorrido desde la capital al sur fue precioso, los paisaje increibles, vimos a indigenos y nos&lt;br /&gt;paramos en un pueblito para almorzar comida nepali’ de veras!!!!&lt;br /&gt;En el parque parecia de estar en la peli “la mia Africa”, estabamos en una casita en la&lt;br /&gt;jungla, con mosquiterras y muebles de los anos 40.&lt;br /&gt;Por la manana hicimos una escurcion en la jungla encima de una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;elefante; vimos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rinocerontes,caimanes,mofetas,serpientes y una selva increible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chitwan national Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivati a katmandu, conoscemmo una coppia nepali,Visho e Tina, che ci aiuto’ a trovare il nuovo turbo della furgo;e cosi’ mentre la “antomobil” era al garage ci siamo presi un paio di giorni liberi. I nostri nuovi amici ci invitarono a fare un safari &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nel Chitwan, nel sud del Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;Il tragitto, dalla capitale al parco fu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal3.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bellissimo, con paesaggi mozzafiato, indigeni vivendo con la natura...purtroppo pero’ ci sono un sacco di blocchi militari, a causa dei maoisti , e rallentano il viaggio con i loro assurdi controlli.&lt;br /&gt;Giunti a destinazione sembrava di essere sul set de la mia africa; tipica casetta safari con mobili,ventilator e zanzariera degli ani 40.la mattina salimmo su una elefantessa e andammo a fare l’escursione nella giungla;riuscimmo avedere rinoceronti, alligatori, serpenti, moffette(?) e una selva incredibile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal4.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chitwan National Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we arrived to Katmandu.here, thanks to Visho and Tina, a friendly nepali couple that we met after 2 hours in the city, we found the turbo for the antomobil.&lt;br /&gt;In the spare time Visho and Tina invited us for a safari in the Chitwan National Park.&lt;br /&gt;It was great, scenary breathtaking;we managed to do the elephand ride in the jungle;we saw rhinos, alligators, snakes and others small animals plus the incredible jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Foto 5 to 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal14.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal14.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal13.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal13.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal12.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Katmandu.fotos de la capital de Nepal.la famosa plaza Dumbar en el centro;los templos,los vendedores en el mercado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Katmandu.foto della capitale nepalese.la famosa piazza dunbar nel centro, i tempi i venditori ambulanti del mercato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katmandu.the city centre, dumbar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;square, temples and the colourful market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Foto 13.14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal15.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal15.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Las terrazas tipica de la agricultura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nepali que le dan un no se que tan particular a las grandes montanas de el hymalaia.&lt;br /&gt;La comida tipica de nepal, los momos;son como unos ravioli relleno de verdura o carne y cocido al vapor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal16.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal16.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La coltivazione a terrazze, tipica delle montagne dell’hymalaia.&lt;br /&gt;I momos, i ravioli del Nepal, ripieni di verdura o carne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The terraces, tipical of the nepali &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agricolture.&lt;br /&gt;The momos, tipical nepali food; similar to the ravioli stuffed with vegetable or meat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto 15.16.17 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal17.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal17.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Baktapur, ciudad patrimonio de la humanidad, cerca de katmandu.es muy bien preservada con edificios de la epoca y una maravillosa plaza Dunbar, mas bonita de la de la capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal18.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal18.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baktapur, citta’ patrimonio dell’umanita’, non &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal19.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal19.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lontana da Katmandu.la citta’ e’ un’isola pedonale, gli edifici sono d’epoca e la piazza Dumbar e’ molto piu’ bella di quella della capitale.la lavorazione dell’argilla e’ tipica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baktapur, a world heritage city, not far from Katmandu.all the city is pedestrian and all the building are old fashion.Dumdar square is much more nicer than the one in th capial.pottery is one of the more traditional souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto 18.19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal20.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La STUPA mas grande de Nepal esta’ en Katmandu y los monastrio budistas al rededor son muy bonitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Stupa piu’ grande del Nepal e’ in Katmandu;i monasteri buddisti introno ad essa sono stupendi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The biggest Stupa of Nepal is in Kathmandu; the Buddhist monasteries around it are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oto 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal23.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/nepal23.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camino a Tibet atraves de las m ontanas de la maravillosa cordillera de Hymalaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sulla strada direzione tibet scoprendo il meraviglioso scenario delle montagne de Hymalaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On the way to Tibet trough the beautiful scenery of the Himalayan mountains chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/nepal15.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18128209-113943217182639791?l=antostrip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/feeds/113943217182639791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18128209&amp;postID=113943217182639791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113943217182639791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113943217182639791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/2006/02/nepal.html' title='NEPAL'/><author><name>antostrip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234560867573877492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18128209.post-113709002595219883</id><published>2006-01-12T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:20:26.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>india</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Foto 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India..el templo dorato, amritsar.esta’ fue’ nuestra primera etapa en la India,Punjab.el templo es precioso…..la puesta del sol reflejada en el lago sagrado es de pelicula.aqui’ pasamos la noche uespedes de los braminos sidhi en el dormitorio de los peregrinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amritsar(Punjab,India). Il tempio dorato…atmosfera fatata…I pellegrini a migliaia arrrivano da tutte le parti della India, per bagnarsi nel lago santo…noi passammo la notte ospidi dei bramini sidhi nel dormitorio dei pellegini…obbligo andare scalzi e rispettare la tradizione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amritsar(Punjab, India) , the golden temple. It’s beautiful and very relaxing…we spend the night with all the other pilgrims guest of the sidhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 1.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio y Christian(nuestro amigo austriaco) en el templo dorado con muchos indianos….se morian de gana de hacer una foto con nosotros…y nosotros con ellos….mirar los turbantes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio e Christian(nostro amico austriaco) nel giardino del tempio dorato con I ragazzi indiani…morivano dalla voglia di essere fotografati..e noi di fotografarli….con I loto variopinti turbanti!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio and Christian (our Austrian friend) in the golden temple with the Indian guys and their colourful turbants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui’ estamos Elizabeth,chris y yo en un mercadillo en un publito camino a delhi donde pasamos la noche…estamos comprando comida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui siamo Elizabeth, chris ed io in un mercatino in un villaggino sulla strada per Delhi..qui passamo la notte…stiamo facendo la spesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, chris and I in a market in a small village on the way to Delhi..we are doing some food shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El jardin del furte rojo, Delhi…puesta de sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il giardino del forte rosso, delhi…il tramonto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden of the red fort, delhi…the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el furte rojo..arcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il forte rosso…archi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the red fort...the arc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 5/6/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india%206.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india%206.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india%207.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india%207.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taj mahal…Agra…lo mas famoso de India…es una tumba echa por un rey indiano en memoria de su esposa…es precioso…con jardines y pistinas…minarets…sus marmoles le dan un color unico a la puesta de sol…muy bien cuidado y super caro!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taj mahal…Agra…il monumento che simboleggia la India…stupendo con I suoi marmi bianchi che gli danno un colore unico al tramonto, le piscine e I minareti…si affaccia su un fiume santo…. Venne costruito da un re mussulamno per commemorare la defunta moglie..e’ la tomba che simboleggia l’amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taj Mahal the symbol of India…breath taking…the white marbles give a particular colour at sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india%208.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india%208.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El palacio de las 100 ventanas..desde donde las mujeres del maraja podian observan el mundo exterior sin ser vistas...esta’ en Jaipur(Rajastan),la ciudad rosa, por el color de los edificios en el casco Viejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il palazzo delle 100 finestre, da qui le mogli del maraja potevano ossevare la vita esterna senza essere viste…e’ a Jaipur(Rajastan), la citta’ rosa, cosi’ chiamata per il colore degli edifici della zona stroica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 100 windows palace from where the maraja’s wifes were allowed to observ the world…without been seen by anybody…it’s in jaipur(rajastan),the pink city…as you can see from the colour of the palace…which is the colour of all the old city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india%209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india%209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio dando de comer a una Vaca sagrada…es incredible son las duenna de la India..van libre por todos los lados…se tumban en las autopista,entran en los jardines de los camping…y todos felices tambien quando pisotean sus profumados recuerdos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio da da mangiare a una vacca santa…pascolano libere per tutto il paese..si straiano nel mezzo dell’autostrad, entrano nei campeggi(vedi foto) e tutti son tranquillamente felici diu vederle vagare e lasciare odorosi ricordi !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio feeding a Holy Cow…they are everywhere… in the middle of the motorway, in the camping garden(see picture)..and nobady notice it…not even their smelly present…holy shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 10/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodhpur(rajastan).esto es el palacio del maraja,muy bonito, con vista de la ciudad azul,por el color del las casas. El color azul se usaba come repellente para los mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodhpur(rajastan).questo e’ il palazzo del maraja con vista sulla citta blu, cosi’ chiamata per il colore delle sue casa. Il blu veniva usato come repellente per le zanzare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodhpur(rajastan). The maraja’s palace with view of the blue city. The blue was used to paint all the houses as a mosquitoes repellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 12/13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udaipur(rajasatn).esto es el palacio del maraja con vista del lago…precioso…en el lago hay otros palacios…y aqui’ rodaron la pelicula Octopussy 007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udaipur (rajastan).questo e’ il palazzo del maraja con vista del lago….stupendo…nel lago ci sono altri 3 palazzi …questa citta’ ha aquistato piu’ fama poiche’ qui girarono il film 007 Octopussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udaipur (rajastan).thos is the maraja palace with lake view….in the lake there are 3 more palaces…the city is even more famous because of the 007 octopussy movie,which has been filmed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 14/15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/india14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/320/india15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranakpur . esto es el templo de Brama mas bonito…esta’ perdido en una jungla en el interior del rajastan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranakpur.questo e’ il piu’ bel tempio di Brama….e’ perso nella selva del rajastan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranakpur,Brama templo.it’s in the middle of the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/india16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/320/india16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos en udaipur. Esta foto la sacamos en el famoso garaje donde esperamos 7 dias para el Nuevo turbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udaipur.Questo e’ il garage dove abbiamo trascorso una settimana nell’attesa del nuovo turbo per la a ntosmobil…abbiamo vissuto con Ciacia,il vecchietto che si sparava un infinita’ di cannoni e che sempre diceva”no problem!”…il meccanico di trattori che alla fine ci bypasso’ il turbo….e I simpatico aiutanti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18128209-113709002595219883?l=antostrip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/feeds/113709002595219883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18128209&amp;postID=113709002595219883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113709002595219883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113709002595219883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/2006/01/india.html' title='india'/><author><name>antostrip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234560867573877492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18128209.post-113239987667869149</id><published>2005-11-19T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T03:31:16.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAKISTAN</title><content type='html'>Primero de todo tenemos que recordaros que estubimos en Pakistan solo 8 dias…fue’ un problema encontrar alojamiento …de echo dormimos a menudo en los cuarteles de policia…el turismo no esta muy desarrollado y tienen problemas entre los distintos territories nationales….y el terremoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prima di tutto vi vogliamo ricordare che il nostro soggiorno in Pakistan fu breve…il turismo non e’ molto sviluppato, non e’ facile trovare alloggi…di fatto abbiamo spesso dormito nei comandi di polizia e poi soffrono di problemi interni tra I diversi territori…..e il terremoto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pakistan was a short trip…tourism is not developed…we spent many noghts in the police station…plus they suffer from internal problems…and the last earthquake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Photo 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/paki%20%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/paki%20%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;El desierto de Pakistan….baluquistan… despues de la frontera irani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Il deserto pakistano….baluquistan….subito dopo la frontiera iraniana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pakistani desert…Baluquistan…after iran border. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Photo 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La primera noche dormimos a 5 km de Dalbandin( desierto baluquistano) en el cuartel de Aduana…los polis nos ofrecieron una cena riquissima…con gran sorpresa de nuestra parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/paki%20%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;La prima notte la passammo in compagnia della polizia di frontiera , a 5 km da Dalbandin(baluquistan desert)…ci offrirono una cena squisita!!!! E fu una bella sorpresa….non piu’ kebab!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First night in baluquistan desert, 5 km from dalbandin…we spent the night in the Custom…they offered us a great dinner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Photo 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de dos noches en quetta seguimos la ruta asi’ a Multan..las carreteras son malissima…pasamos la noche en otro quartel…en Loralai…muy majos…charlamos con los jovenes de nuestro mundo, de religion y otras cosas que non preguntaban… &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/paki%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dopo aver trascorso 2 notti a Quetta, continuammo in direzione Multan…la strada difficile…passammo la notte a Loralai…in un altro commando di polizia…simpatico..chiaccherammo con I giovani della nostra cultura…di politica e religione…interessante…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After 2 days in Quetta we follow the road to Multan….road in very bad conditions…we spend the night al the Custom in Loralai…people very nice…young generation was interested to know about our world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Photo 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/paki%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/paki%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Llegamos a Mulatan…lo siento decir lo…pero Pakistan non es gran cosa…la gente maja pero el paisage nada de espectacular…estubimos dos dias en Mulatn…siempre esortados por la policia…y en compannia de otros overlander suisso..la ciudad es muy sucia….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multan…qui ci fermammo 2 notti…scortari dalla polizia che non ci abbandonava mai…purtroppo Pakistan non e’ gran cosa…la citta’ e’ sporca e inquinatissima…pero’ la gente fa la differenza…molto gentili.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Multan…we spent 2 nights there..always with the police with us ..for safety..they said….the city is very dirty and polluted…but people are very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Photo 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multan…la ciudad vieja…y su shrine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/paki%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulatn…la citta’ vecchia….con le sue sante reliquie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulatan..the old city…and the shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Photo 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El taxi pakistano…el moto carro de la Piaggio que siempre decoran en colorimes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Il riscio’…mezzo di trasporto diffuso in tutto il Pakistan…la vecchia Ape Piaggio.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/paki%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The riscio’….Piaggio..this is the most used transport in Pakistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Photo 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/paki%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/paki%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Pakistan les gustan muchos los camions y los decoran suntuosamente…esto es un exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Pakistan sono amanti dei camion…li decorano artisticamente….a mano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pakistani trailer…very heavily decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18128209-113239987667869149?l=antostrip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/feeds/113239987667869149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18128209&amp;postID=113239987667869149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113239987667869149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113239987667869149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/2005/11/pakistan.html' title='PAKISTAN'/><author><name>antostrip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234560867573877492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18128209.post-113146121320953292</id><published>2005-11-08T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T06:46:53.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OTO 1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1620.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1620.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iran los primeros dos dia los pasamos en Tabriz una ciudad no muy bonita pero un notable cambio a lo que es Turquia , no hicimos fotos. Despues de dos dias nos encaminamos Hacia el mar Caspio intentabamos llegar a un pequeno pueblecito de Montana que nos habian dicho que era muy bonito….Poco a poco se fue pasando el dia y ndespues de perdernos dos o tres veces se hizo denoche y bajo una nible tan espesa que por momentos pensabamos que uno de los dos tendria que bajarse a caminar delante del coche…entonces un coche paro al lado nuestra y un &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1784.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1784.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chaval que lo conducia nos hablaba, no entendiamos nada pero por los signos nos parecio que queria que le siguiesemos y asi nos abriia paso por esa carreterucha…asi fue ..y despues de una hora detras de el nos paramos en un garito (asqueroso) a comer…PUAG! La cena consistio en pincho moruno de pulmon e higado de cordero, estabamos hambrientos y comimos, incluso Antonella repitio higado…&lt;br /&gt;Ellos no hablaban ingles y nosotros no hablabamos nada de farsi, asique nos comunicabamos por senas…fue muy divertido.&lt;br /&gt;Los Iranies son un pueblo muy hospitalario y enseguida te invitan a su casa y te prestan su ayuda si te ven en necesidad, por supuesto no todos son buenos…&lt;br /&gt;Era ya tarde cuando nos lleavaron a una especie de camping en una playa del mar Caspio…&lt;br /&gt;Al dia siguiente nos invitaron a desayunar no gran cosa porque ellos estaban haciendo Ramadan y no comen desde que sale el sol hasta que se pone.&lt;br /&gt;E la primera foto estamos en el garito del pulmon.&lt;br /&gt;En la Segunda en su casa con su hermano.&lt;br /&gt;No tienen muebles duermen y comen en el suelo encima de los tapetes…las familias duermen todos en la misma habitacion, los hobres de un lado y las mujeres de otro. Y los banos estan en general muy sucios algunos asquerosos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iran. I primi 2 giorni li trascorremo a Tabriz..la prima ciotta’ dopo il confine con turchia..il cambio e’ notabile..le donne con il chador, la gente gentile…all’estermo…la citta’ nulla di che pero’ ci servi’ per familiarizzare con I locali.&lt;br /&gt;Seguendo il consiglio dell’ufficio turistico partimmo in direzione montagan alla ricerca di un paesello da favola…beh…non lo trovammo…ci perdemmo per diverse ore a 2-3000 metri, senza strade e senza indicazioni…e quando giunse la notte inizio’ a piovere e scese la nebbia….la fortuna ci venne incontro con il volto di una giovane coppia iraniana al volante di un Peugeot vecchissimo( macchiana nazionale in iran)…ci aiutarono ad uscire dale motagne e ci invitarono a mangiare in un posto tipico(vedi foto)…il famoso spiedino di polmone e fegato….piu’ acqua del barile….e tutti sapete gli effetti!!!&lt;br /&gt;La notte ci accompagnarono in un campeggio sulla spiaggia del mar Caspio…e li passammo la notte in compagnia di diverse mucche che vagavano libere….la mattina ci invitarono a fare colazione in casa loro(seconda foto)…casa modesta senza mobili ma con tappeti carini…era ramadam…quindi…ci fecero fare un po’ di dieta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iran we spent the first two nights in Tabriz , the city is not specially beautiful but we were impressed by the way of life…the traffic was crazy, and the smog unbearable,&lt;br /&gt;From there we head towards the Caspian sea, we intend to visit a small village in the mountains but in our way there we get lost a couple of times, and when we were about 10 km of our goal we found a car and the people told us that recent rainfall washed down the road. So we had to go back, and the night was coming…&lt;br /&gt;We had to cross the mountains to get to the Caspian Sea and suddenly we were in the middle of a very thick fog, it was dark and there were not road marks at all. There were moments that we though that one of us had to walk in front of the car, because if we lost the road the fall it was going to be fatal…&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully a nice couple saw us, and they helped us out of the fog and the mountains driving in front of us. They invited us for diner in a very crappy restaurant, we had lamb lugs and liver kebab…we were hungry…but the flavour was…different.&lt;br /&gt;Then they took us to the seaside were we spent the night, and the following morning they invited us for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1786.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1786.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esfan al fin una ciudad que nos parecio chula, tenian unos puentes muy bonitos este que se ve es el de los 33 arcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E finalmente arrivammo ad Esham…bella citta’ con la sua piazza e la stupenda moschea e il ponte dei 33 archi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Esphan this is the 33 Arch bridge, we really liked this city, so far it was the first city we liked it in Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esfan. Aqui estabamos refugiandonos del calor y de los iranies en un parque, los turistas son como estrellas de Hollywood todos quieren hablar contigo y acabas agotado despues de poco.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres tienen que llevar el panuelo en la cabeza (chador) lo obliga la ley…Antonella no le gustaba nada, pero yo creo que le quedaba bastante bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/320/IMGP1788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Esfham. Stiamo riposando al’ombra in uno dei tanti parchi..lontano dai locali…a volte assillano ..tutti ti guardano e ti vogliono parlare…e poi con il caldo torrido…io con il camicione eil fazzoletto in testa…c’erano 33 gradi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esphan here we were looking for some rest from the heat a n the people, tourist in Iran are like Hollywood starts everybody wants to speak to you and after a while we finished exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Women in Iran are forced to wear the chador in public, Antonella heated it but I think she looked quite pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1790.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/320/IMGP1790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PHOTO 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La plaza de Esfan con la mezquita, el gran bazaar en los soportales…muy bonito, pero moriamos de habre y sed, Ramadan. A los turistas les esta permitido beber y comer pero no se debe hacer en publico y todos los restaurantes estan cerrados hasta la puesta del sol.&lt;br /&gt;Pero muchos comen en sus casas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La famosa piazza di Eshfam…con il bazaar attiguo…molto carino tutto..pero’ noi si moriva di caldo e sete…il Ramadam….per rispetto l’abbiamo fatto…almeno in pubblico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esphan square, with the mosque and the bazaar underneath, beautiful, but we did not enjoy the experience as we should because the heat, we were hungry and thirsty and all the restaurants were closed (Ramadan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1792.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Artesano local en el bazaar trabajando el laton a base de martillazos. En esfan son famosos los trabajos en miniatura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Un artigiano lavorando il metallo per ottenere le miniature…tipiche delle citta’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a local artesian working with his hammer; here you cannot say that they are not handmade. Esphan it is quite famous for it miniaturist artisans works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/400/IMGP1800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Gran Bazar de Shiraz. Esta parte de la foto es la mas bonita es una plazita con una fuente en medio y se estaba muy bien a la sombra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiraz…e la sua famosa uva da cui in passato ricavano il prelibato vino…ora e’ solo storia…..il bazaar e’ immense e questo angolo era particolarmente carino con un giardinetto interno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shiraz Gram Bazaar. this was a small square that we found in the middle of the labyrinth of hundred of corridors full of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1804.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1804.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shiraz. Preguntamos en una tienda donde estaba el locutorio y acabamos cominedo con ellos y luego el duenno nos invito a su casa para que conociesemos a su familia y nos llevo pro toda la ciudad para que la conociesemos…no hablaba mucho ingles pero era muy divertido y no paraba de decirnos lo contento que estaba porque habiamos aceptado su invitacion.&lt;br /&gt;En casa las mujeres se quitan el chador, pero estan muy oprimidas, no pueden ser actrices ni cantar ni hablar con hombres a no ser que sean de su familia…y la mayoria de los matrimonies son acordados por los padres. Pero parece que son un pueblo bastante feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiraz…..conoscemmo il sign Moudin…veramente garbato…lui e tutta la famiglia e schiera di amici…mangiammo con loro…e poi ci invito’ a casa sua…gente bene…ci conpro gelato cocacola e mille alter cose…gli iraniani sono le persone piu’ ospitali che abbiamo incontrato…in casa Moudin ci rendemmo conto che l’Islam e’ solo di facciata…la gente bene non rispetta le regole…le donne si tolgono il chador, bevono alchol e hanno il satellite….i giovani fremono…credo che non tarderanno a cambare il paese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shiraz. We stopped in an small shop to ask for directions and they invited us for lunch. After the owner that could speak a little English insisted to take us in a tour around his city of which he was very proud, and then he took us to his house to meet his family.&lt;br /&gt;He was very happy, or at least is what he repeated every two minutes, because we accepted his invitation.&lt;br /&gt;In the houses women remove their chador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 9-10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1806.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1806.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1813.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas son unas fotos de Persepolis la capital del imperio Persa que fue destruida por Alexandro Magno, La quemo. Que capullo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persepoli…rovine ben consevate…..pero’ il caldo torrido ci costrinse ad una visita fugace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This are two photos of Persepolis that was burnt by Alexander, is about 30 Km north of Shiraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estamos cruzando un desierto camino de Zahedan, la ultima ciudad antes de entrar en Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qui stiamo attraversando il deserto, direzione Zahedan, ultima tappa iraniana prima di entrare in Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here we were in the desert in our way to the Pakistani border, in the middle of small sand storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zahedan, nuestros estomagos agredecen de vez en cuando los sabores europeos, un plato de pasta despues de cinco dias comiendo picante sienta de maravilla.&lt;br /&gt;Los hoteles dan asco. Los buenos son carisimos incluso para europeos y los que le s siguen en precio son una mierda. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/400/IMGP1823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E questo e’ vita da campo…dopo una settimana mangiando kebab e piccante si apprezza il sapore di un semplice piatto di pasta….l’hotel era disgustoso….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here we are in a hotel in Zahedan having some pasta which does very good after having so many strange food…&lt;br /&gt;The hotels are…not good. At least the middle range ones. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18128209-113146121320953292?l=antostrip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/feeds/113146121320953292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18128209&amp;postID=113146121320953292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113146121320953292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/113146121320953292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/2005/11/iran.html' title='IRAN'/><author><name>antostrip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234560867573877492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18128209.post-112991106484144047</id><published>2005-10-21T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T01:51:29.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURKEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1649.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WELCOME&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BENVENUTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/BIENVENIDOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO 0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta foto muestra un camping en Slovenia fue nuestra primera noche fuera de lo que connociamos de Europa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Qesta e' stata la nostra prima notte lontano da cio' che conoscvamo...Slovenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was our first night outside of the known world. We slept by a river and it was very quiet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO 1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1605.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liubjuana denoche la capital de Slovenia es bonita pero un poco fria, nos recordo mucho al norte de Europa la gente era muy tranquila y aunque las calles estaban llenas solo se nos oia hablar a nosotros…nos parecieon un poco sosos, pero solo estubimos ahi una noche asique….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liubjana di notte, capitale slovena.la citta’ e’ carina con il suo fiume e la passeggiata piena di bar e di gente passeggiando…pero’ gli sloveni sembrano freddini…gli manca quell tocco mediterraneo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slovenia. Libjuana, at night, beautiful city but a bit quiet for us, there were son alive music on the street but very north European atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto es el Gran Bazar de Estambul es todo una experiencia…puedes encontrar de todo y mas, tienen los gremios separados y aunque la parte de las joyerias y alfombras son las mas visitadas por los turistas a nosotros nos gusto muchisimo mas la parte de las especies, fruta y verdures. Los turcos son unos autenticos maestros a la hora de exponer sus mercancias al publico y aunque son tambien unos pesados con los turistas la visita al Bazar fue una de las cosas que mas nos gusto en Estambul. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1620.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Il gran Bazar di Istanbul. Affascinante con I suoi archi decorati, I settori dedicati ai diversi tipi di artigianato. L’area dei tappeti e dei gioielli nuovi e antichi e’ quella piu’ frequentata dai turisti. A noi personalmente e’ piaciuto di piu’ il bazaar delle spezie e degli alimenti in genere…I turchi sono maestri nel disporre gli articoli…ordinato e tutto pulito!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is the Gram Bazaar of Istanbul, and it was a fantastic experience to walk through the small streets the most tourists areas were the jewellery and carpet but we prefer the fruit and veg and the species areas full of colour and smells. Turkish shopkeepers are really masters of how to present the product to public, sometimes they were a bit too much for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1627.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estambul.Esta es Aya Sofia y Antonella la foto esta hecha desde la Mezquita Azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aya Sofya vista dalla moschea blu..e questa sono io!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the Aya Sofia and Antonella the picture was taken from the Blue Mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1628.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1628.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estambul.Tan pesados son que al final el que menos te lo esperas te engancha en una conversacion y te acaba limpiando las chancletas…luego te dicen que tienen 5 hijos y bla bla bla…al final te acaban por sacar los cuartos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Antonio facendosi pulite I sandali…incredibile..ti bloccano ed e’ impossibile dire di no…e poi hanno 5 figli da sfamare!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Istambul. The Turkish are…I don’t know…this one start a conversation and ended cleaning my flip-flop. They won’t accept a NO as answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estambul.Esta es la Mezquita Azul y !si!. no es azul, es mas bien gris. El buen mozo que esta posando soy yo.Antonella me acaba de recordar que la mezquita azul es azul por dentro…buh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La moschea blu..anche se fuori e’ grigia all’interno e’ tutta blu..E IL BELL Antonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Istambul the Blue Mosque…I tough it was going to be blue…but only inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1643.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1643.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estambul.Aqui estabamos poniendonos las botas comimos una especie de tortita con queso tierno dentro y de beber…te…como mandan los canones. El pan lo hacian en el acto unas mujeres en el medio del restaurante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Qui siamo in una locale chiamato Cennet dove fanno delle specie di crep al formaggio deliziose accompagnate dall’immancabile chai(te).le crep vengono fatte da signore che lavorano nel centro…di una quasi cucina con vista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here we were in a short of restaurant we had some Nam bread with soft cheese and Tea with sugar but never milk in turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estambul.Despues de comer nos fuimos a fumar un Narguile’ de manzana…muy interesante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dopo la crep ci dirigemmo in un garden te specializzato in Narguile’…il tabacco alla mela e’ squisito! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/400/IMGP1644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After the nam we went for a water pipe in a nice grden te…apple tobacco is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTO 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1649.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estambul.la plaza que esta entre la Mezquita Azul y la Sofia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Istanbul. La piazza tra la moschea blu e Aya Sofya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Istanbul. The square between the Blu monque and Aya Sofya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1662.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/320/IMGP1662.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estambul.Esto es la separacion entre dos continetes Nosotros estabamos en Europa y ya se ve Asia…GUAU! La vista es desde el Topkaqui Palace. Demasiado caro para lo que hay que ver dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Istanbul, vista del Bosforo dal Topkapi Palce..di qua si vede la netta separazione tra la citta’ europea e quella asiatica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Istambul. The Bosphoro..THE DIRE STRAITS.. from the Topkapi Palce…the separation of Europe and Asia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/400/IMGP1686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de viajar dos o tres dias llegamos a la costa Turquesa de Turquia nos paramos en un sitio al lado de la carretera y cuando amanecio !TACHAN! estabamos a 20 metros de esta playa…pasamos tres dias en un pueblecito llamado Kas y la verdad que estubimos de cine el camping tenia una especie de calita privada y aunque era turistico no era agobiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dopo aver viaggiato per 3 giorni arrivammo alla costa Turchese…stupenda…ci fermammo in un paesallo…Kas…delizioso e li trascorremmo 3 giorni in riva al mare!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After driving for 3 days we arrived to the Turquese cost…beautiful..we spent 3 days at Kas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/400/IMGP1753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto es Capadocha. Esa manana madrugamos habiamos hecho acampada libre en la pista de despegue de los globos para ver la ciudad desde el aire y a las 5 nos hicieron levanter el campamento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Cappadocia…quella notte avevamo fatto campeggio libero sulla pista di pallono aerostatici…e alle 5 ci sveglio uno strano CHICCHIRICHI’…erano tutti I turisti che si preparavano al decollo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cappadocia…that night we did free camping…in the aerostatic ballon area…and suddenly we were awoken at 5 o’clock…from all the turists ready for their trip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Las cabezas del monte Nemrut, no pensabamos ir pero nos convencieron los localesde que merecia la pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Il Monte Nemrut con le sue famose Teste…non era nei nostri piani…pero’ grazie ai locali lo visitammo…bellissimo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mont nemrut with his famous heads…very nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/1600/IMGP1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1766/200/IMGP1779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una de nuestras ultimas etapas en Turquia lo que se ve es el Lago Van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultima tappa della turchia..il lago di van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Last day in Turkey…Van Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18128209-112991106484144047?l=antostrip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/feeds/112991106484144047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18128209&amp;postID=112991106484144047' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/112991106484144047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18128209/posts/default/112991106484144047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antostrip.blogspot.com/2005/10/turkey.html' title='TURKEY'/><author><name>antostrip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234560867573877492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
