We were back in Kathmandu from our 3 day trip around Kathmandu Valley. We had a busy night trying to rent lighter bikes. Our bikes were decent, around 15kilograms, but we hoped we could rent some light ones. We wanted light bikes because we took a last minute decision of biking the Annapurna Circuit. Alina trekked it last time she was in Nepal, but it seemed like a good idea to cycle it. She said it’s OK to cycle, because the paths are good and it seemed like a good idea. She kept reminding me that she has a lot more cycling experience than me and that she’s in a much better shape than me since I didn’t get to do that much cycling at home, basically none in the last 6 months. I also never went as high as 5416m (Thorung La pass) as we’re going to get on this trip.
I arrived in Kathmandu a bit confused. Got off the plane and the airport looked a lot like a bus station. I had two things to do before I could get out of the airport: take a photo and pay for the visa. Didn’t seem like a lot of things to do, but they lasted for over an hour.
Finally I got through the infinite visa queue and my passport was the newly found owner of a 30day visa. I get my luggage and go towards the exit, together with a dutch couple that I met while waiting. As we go down the flight of stairs we see another ginormous queue with a sign saying “CUSTOMS” at its end. We all said: “S**t. Not another one”. One of the security guards, after seeing the look on our faces, came to us and led us straight to the exit saying “No, only for locals, no for tourists”.
Plecasem din Italia, după expoziția din Legnago. Am luat un tren dis de dimineață, către aeroport. Nițel întortocheată situația, deoarece la 2 ore după ce ajungeam în București decola avionul către Dublin. Un lanț în care singura intarziere binevenită ar fi fost din partea avionului spre Dublin.
A fost prima vizită în Dublin, dar mă așteptam cumva să semene cu [citește mai departe]
29 mai a fost ziua in care Urma a sustinut primul lor concert in Paris, chiar in Palatul de Behague, care este si Ambasada Romaniei in Paris.
Un loc boem, maiestuos, intr-un oras la fel de boem avea sa gazduiasca peste 1000 de oameni (inscrisi online) pentru a 3-a editie Garden Party Academic.
Dupa 3 ore de zbor am ajuns pe aerorportul Charles de Gaulle, unde un Concorde trona pe un stand, aparat care a fost in fruntea flotei Air France timp de aproximativ 40 de ani.
Am fost condusi pana in 7eme arrondissement, unde se afla si ambasada si hotelul in care am fost cazati. Foarte aproape de Turnul Eiffel, pe niste strazi pline de cafenele, florarii si tarabe cu
It’s been 4 months since I left London, perhaps even more. It wasn’t a good time for pretty much anything, and that nothing was pretty much all that I’ve done. I arrived right before Christmas Eve and walked around that night. The people were different. Few were out because they wanted to. When people walked they looked like they had a goal: home.
People seemed trapped in this “outside” and they were looking forward to get inside, to spend Christmas together with someone that cared. One of probably the few nights when people agree, have a common goal and it’s not in the middle of a riot. The people that worked that night did not look happy. They didn’t say anything, but their look pretty much said it all.
One thing I like about London’s Underground. More than one actually, but there’s one thing I like in particular. They allow you to take pictures inside the stations and inside the trains. No signs and no stressed out policemen telling you to stop taking pictures. I guess it’s ok as long as you don’t disturb anybody.
I like the Underground quite a lot. It’s like a city inside the city. There are even different kind of people usually going on the different lines of the Underground. You get in contact with everyone here. From the smiling japanese tourists with their maps dropping out of their camera bags to the tired people that go home from work at 10 PM.Just the other day I saw a guitarist play at Baker Street Station that made Joe Satriani look like a slowhand player… talk about chances in life.
All in all the Underground’s a big, giant fruitcake.
More to come.
In sfarsit, am gasit un pic de timp ca sa fac ordine in cele 2-3 poze pe care le-am facut in Londra.
Primul contact cu orasul a fost destul de brutal. Era sa dea o masina peste mine, deoarece cand am traversat m-am uitat in stanga, din reflex.
Acolo toti soferii sunt nebuni, dar TOTI. Toate masinile merg pe contrasens. Soferul a oprit […]