that efficiency gentlemen efficiency.
the episode and 'already online!
here.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Carp Fishing Drawings
November 15 '07: With y.
that efficiency gentlemen efficiency.
the episode and 'already online!
here.
that efficiency gentlemen efficiency.
the episode and 'already online!
here.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Where To Buy Wrestling Shoes In Toronto
Timor-Leste "The market of Maubisse - November 11, 2007 "
ITALIAN
Sunday, November 11th I went to see the weekly market in Maubisse, a remote village that define and 'little. The road to get there and 'impossible, but a traveler that has' found to pass the' work for told me that it was worth going there.
Instead of parking (not that there 'at all) there are a number of places where tie the horses, because of all the towns, even the most remote of Maubisse, every Sunday flock merchants and buyers.
The photos speak for themselves. It was a very nice experience.
For many more photos', watch this gallery:
http://picasaweb.google.com/lepori.andrea/20071111MaubisseMarketTimorLeste?authkey=vkBVnRRg8m0
ITALIANO
Sunday 11 November i went to see the weekly market in Maubisse, That Is More Than a remote village. The road to get there is impossible, But A traveler who saw the market told me that the market itself is worth it.
Instead of parkings (that are missing) there are a number of places where horses are tied, since from all neighboring villages, (even more remote than Maubisse) every Sunday merchants and buyers move to Maubisse.
The photos speak for themselves. It was a wonderful experience.
For more pictures have a look at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/lepori.andrea/20071111MaubisseMarketTimorLeste?authkey=vkBVnRRg8m0
ITALIAN
Sunday, November 11th I went to see the weekly market in Maubisse, a remote village that define and 'little. The road to get there and 'impossible, but a traveler that has' found to pass the' work for told me that it was worth going there.
Instead of parking (not that there 'at all) there are a number of places where tie the horses, because of all the towns, even the most remote of Maubisse, every Sunday flock merchants and buyers.
The photos speak for themselves. It was a very nice experience.
For many more photos', watch this gallery:
http://picasaweb.google.com/lepori.andrea/20071111MaubisseMarketTimorLeste?authkey=vkBVnRRg8m0
ITALIANO
Sunday 11 November i went to see the weekly market in Maubisse, That Is More Than a remote village. The road to get there is impossible, But A traveler who saw the market told me that the market itself is worth it.
Instead of parkings (that are missing) there are a number of places where horses are tied, since from all neighboring villages, (even more remote than Maubisse) every Sunday merchants and buyers move to Maubisse.
The photos speak for themselves. It was a wonderful experience.
For more pictures have a look at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/lepori.andrea/20071111MaubisseMarketTimorLeste?authkey=vkBVnRRg8m0
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Lichen Planus Vs. Leukoplakia
Timor-Leste" Jaco Island 2,3,4 November 2007 "
The famous bridge of All Saints in 2007 and this year the Lord 'happened to be Thursday and Friday, and for us in Dili so there was work on Saturday and then Sunday. So my kids have asked me if we could make a long bridge, of four days.
overlook the fact that "boys 'is a term a little' sketchy, since the age 'reaches 58 years and the age' and media 'still around 40, give him head,' the bridge. I devised this solution: On Thursday, while working party, and then we holiday for three days in a row, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
And on Friday I left it too, for the famous world-famous island called Jaco, at the extreme east of the island of Timor.
island can not be 'domire and there are houses, although it is big enough. There you go by boat and return the same day. But then I get it.
The group would have been three cars full of people, but in the end, for reasons quite different (and those who 'went to Australia, those in Bali, who in the mountains) we found ourselves to be in a few. Let's go, I am the driver and two Japanese women.
For a distance of about 250 km you can put 6 hours, and we in fact, abiding to the rules, we have the harvest. We have made the supply of water to drink, biscuits, some fruit juice and we left at 11.30 am, 'cause one of the two Japanese had to work. But tell me. . .
Full of oil, and leave the city '.
The journey to get there and 'fearful of boredom, and takes place mostly along the coast, sometimes away from it.
single event may be interesting are the houses of wood, placed on top of the tree trunks, and our driver SPEGA us what they do. They are traditional buildings that are preserved the relics of important families, such as a spear or a sword ancient documents and so on.
The notable aspect is' that We live in a person, usually female, who is chosen by the clan leader after a mysterious inspiration, and is locked them 'above, and equipped with everything needed to live in luxury.
Li 'inside but'.
is constantly supplied with food, clothing, medicines etc.. and she presides over official ceremonies of the family when the elders meet. Can 'get married, have children and everything he wants, but can' set foot on the ground one day a year. Usually the person chosen and 'glad to be there. Usually
.
It tells us, the driver, who in their Canadian family there 'a lady of 60 years, that there is' over since he was 17.
Apart from this stop, not 'success nothing special, and the journey and 'was quietly boring.
the most 'crazy in my eyes and' that the last 50 km of road are multattiera on a stone, maybe two feet wide, there 's another way to reach that place.
arrive in the evening to the lodge where we say we do not expect and it 's all full. Then we say that we had booked and they respond to us that morning had made other people, and the rooms had been mistakenly given to them. The small village
and 'delicious, ten bungalows for most guests' as a great restaurant, and housing for the workers.
just that there's no place for us'.
What to do? Do not you think my lone reader (in the meantime others have given up reading) that you can 'go to sleep somewhere else. There is no 'elsewhere, the place' and that there 's just this sort of village. So kindly suggest we should sleep on the porch used as a restaurant, open on all four sides and a thatched roof over his head. We accept (but vah?) And lead us well for bedding.
Overall, sleep is fine, apart from the fear of any animals, which fortunately have been limited to a terrifying verse all night, but did not show up.
And the next morning, approaching a fisherman to take us in ten-minute boat ride on the spectacular Jaco Island.
The fisherman on the beach that you download and 'completely, but completely deserted, as far as the eye can see. The sand and 'white, and there' s a beautiful transparency.
take place a little 'distant,' cause not 'that we know well, and everyone is thrown into the water.
Sea and 'lukewarm, a real pleasure. I put my fins, mask and start to swim.
The spectacle is breathtaking underwater, a variety 'of different species immense number of colorful fish does not even come close to what I had already' seen elsewhere.
A myriad of electric blue fish is mixed with another herd bright red, and all come together in the branches of the coral in unison when you approach. Then
big fish, small, surface, background, camouflage or bright. There 's all. There
'red coral, which I thought extinct, and the blue, I had seen only in the Philippines before. Towards
time lunch from 11:30 to say then begin to get more boats to unload several other foreigners like us. Overall, about thirty people spread over a kilometer. Well you can be.
I stood beautifully lying on the bank to think about my cases when I hear a scream, coming from the sea, "Oh!" lasting one-tenth of a second and then nothing. I look up and see my driver disappear under water about 30 meters from the shore.
But like a stone, without noise or splashing water, stirring or otherwise. Simply sinks. While all watching wondering what the problem is, in a moment I remember that the demented told me they could not swim, and I launch into the water toward him. Swimming like a madman and in about 20 seconds where it was coming. I dive and I see?
This blessed guy, quite motionless on the sea floor, about 4 meters deep '. In
hand clutching the mask. My mask. I go to retrieve it and
below, remembering the first rule of rescue me say
"Mo 'if it clings to me and try to make me drink, soak a kick on the bottom refer him to me."
and anxious to take his arm more 'next to me. Without reaction begins to rise, drawn by me. I'll take it with the palm of the hand under the chin and put my head above water, amazed by its inertia. I hear him breathing loudly and then immediately, with a little 'cough and calms me. I realize That's when one of the boys and Portuguese 'arrived too. So taking the would-be drowned under the neck and began to swim to shore after maybe a couple of minutes into everything we had arrived. And he said:
"No more 'never again'."
few hours later, at dinner I made for the compliments as had been docile during the rescue, 'cause I had not created any difficulties,' and he, fair soul, told me candidly that it was the fourth time he tried to drowning and someone saved him. A professional bailouts, one might say. But the wrong way.
A couple of hours after the time you agreed to come and take, and we are preparing. Only that the fisherman does not does it 'see it' feel. After a good half hour of waiting we get to ask the other boats (since they were bringing new strangers to make a bonfire 'with adjacent barbeque) and find another Barcarolo who agrees to take us. I blessed my suspicion that I had advised me not to pay that ass on the outward journey.
After the ferry, while off the boat who comes to meet us? That faithless, after not having fulfilled the promise to pay us a resume, he also wanted to be paid for the journey. Bah.
Back at the village, dinner of fish and then read (in the restaurant of course). A further complication and 'a bunch of Australian Carampane (8 or 10 I think) which had taken all the available piles, (known in folklore as I add in passing that their average weight was between 90 and 130 kg) on \u200b\u200bthe second night he wanted to move to stay in the restaurant, carrying their mattresses, in because their rooms had been prey to packs of rats during the previous night. My driver tells me that if they do so 'bring the rats in the restaurant, and I can not tell if she was joking or serious, the fact is that the mice that night I saw them on the beams of the roof, not the previous night.
Then we spend the night in this kind of Wild Bunch, at least we were together.
The next morning we get in the car to return, trying to get to Dili with the day, For security reasons best explained first. Pero ', before leaving that paradise very close to us that there is' a place where there are inscriptions in a cave inscriptions which date back to 30.ooo years ago. And we, of course, we can not lose a parenthesis of the cultural standing, and we decide to make a detour in order.
The manager of the rooms we propose to take with us one of his employees that we can 'take the lead, and not as' easy reach. Then the true sense of the term "readily achievable" and I 'was clear an hour later.
and guidance would be with us and also for the sake of culture, even for $ 10, which will also appear a few, but they are exactly twice the cost of a room for the night.
Cosi 'we get in the car, and after about six miles take a wide path of perhaps five feet, and the machine clearly went so well there. Then we arrive.
One moment, we get to where the machine must stop. The lresto and 'walk.
Well I've always had a certain dislike for the mountains in general and especially for the trek, but the descent into the cave can 'assimilate to what today is called free climbing. Basically we had to go down on the side of a mountain on a path perhaps two kilometers long, narrow, a concrete floor, barely sketched it pointed the way, when there was. Then for was a hundred meters down to jump a meter or a meter and a half, falling on rocks as deeply flawed. The walk was exhausting, we will come down to maybe 200 meters in a humid environment, full of insects, with a sun roasted although they were still nine in the morning. Pero 'what you do for love of knowledge. . .
Came.
Boys show! I state that it was not a cave as I understood, but on the side of a rock wall, outdoors and in sunlight. Some stick man drawn on a wall with red tint, a kind of sunshine and little else. Some of them were barely visible, others were so 'bright as to arouse the least doubt, to be benevolent, which may not were more 'old a few days. But I have no doubt that unreason due to dehydration and the accumulation of lactic acid Finance in the brain.
But the most 'beautiful' was the lifts! One killed breathtaking even for an athlete, and I do not think of it, anyway. most did not end ', every last corner I was under the illusion, but then there was another piece. I wanted to lie down on the floor asking the driver to cancel, but I have not had the courage. Then, a little 'time, his tongue rubbing on the floor, I got to the car.
forgive us in the car and slowly proceed towards Dili. Just enough time to stop for lunch in a country where they put a hotel for tourists and then we left. It 's remarkable that in this sea in some of my friends have seen the crocodiles. At sea! They tell me that those are the river that sometimes stretch into the sea, but must not be a magic trovarseli to swim by, I think.
On the way back we met a procession. It was exactly on the road and no cars went by. We sit patiently in the queue until 'the driver does not face the window and, after looking at the front wheel, said: "We have laundry." What bad luck. But the problem was just boring.
We take away from the queue of cars and he starts to take the tools, unscrew the bolts, but says and that there 'a will not open. I look at him and what I see? It 'a bolt lock, different from the others, you need an adapter. We are looking for in the car but is not found. Take away bags, suitcases, plastic bags, everything in practice, but its not there '.
Then we begin to stop all foreign cars. I mean 'machines with expatriates on board.
Everyone, absolutely everyone that test with his own key to unscrew this bolt. But holy patience, I think, but if your key and 'the same as ours, and ours is' been good to unscrew bolts 5, what makes you' think that you, of exactly the same, unscrew bolt that last?
But obviously part of our brain structures. Furthermore, nobody seemed know the existence of anti unscrewing bolts, with the thefts perhaps we Italians are more 'equipped. How do I know? But no, it 'the driver, it' the 2 Japanese, it 'all those who stopped to help (say forty machines, for a total of 150 people).
Even a Portuguese claimed that this bolt was stripped because 'it was screwed too strong. And I pointed out that we had a thread for each wheel, but he insisted on this belief, it was so new to him the concept of anti-theft bolt.
However, this has allowed me to know the goal 'of expatriates who are in Timor-Leste (I guess the other half' had thought of making the bridge to the west). In fact, stopping all the cars I've met Australians, Portuguese, Nepalese, Filipino, Pakistani, German, New Zealand, France, Japan etc.. All
useless for our purposes, but they are still being made in tips and smile. Many have offered their supply of bottled water (that's worthwhile that we have done).
is beginning to make 4 and we had to pass a certain village before dark, 'cause there was a UN warning to the effect that they' were taking place roadblocks and turbulence in the evening. And our good driver belonged to an ethnic group at war with that of the village, so it was necessary to hurry. But we were stuck there '. We decide to call the capital and send us a racing car, in the true sense of the word. 110 km of stradaccia in practice 2 ½ hours. Party in our help then the owner of the car, which was on the phone said they knew nothing of special bolts.
And I think: the presence of this strange bolt on my car did not know, and I have had this machine for more 'than a month, being able to pierce anywhere in town'. I could see this problem close to home, within reach of help from 30 or 40 people.
But where I go to succeed?
here.
Where "here" I said looking at the total lack of any man-made object, except for the car and the road. In all directions, as far as of an eye, there was nothing but fallow fields, rocks, weeds. It 'a house, it' a fire in the distance, it 'people. Nothing.
The minutes passed very slowly, without having anything to do with a warm and relative humidity 'worthy of a turkish bath, including a call to the unsuspecting spouse, telling stories of feline burials, and further attempts to find this adapter in any other machine.
was beginning to get dark and the cars stopped running to Dili little happy, 'cause every minute lost was an increase in the odds' to catch a stray rock or find a checkpoint.
After two and a half hours right, and here appears the manager of the company 'that rent machines by a mechanic in tow. In a jiffy, in fact, predictions that the bolt and 'different from others and hammer us slips a key measure of arrogance more' normal small bolts, just to be able to catch that infamous bullonaccio and back off. Change the wheel and we put ourselves in the car. Dark at that time.
On the way back we find the procession, which now had 4 or 5 km route. Everybody in the street, and dozens of machines such as our expectations, taking a walking pace. Another hour of torture, I learned the rosary in Tetun. And then we have passed.
The other car, one of the managers we lose it almost immediately, I do not know if We have passed or are left behind. Run, run to come to Dili and dangerous country, Metinaro. And 'now darkness and fear that someone will stop with the obstacles in the road. If they take my driver, the hospital ends up being lucky (used here as well, 'he told me that in Dili he does the same thing, in reverse).
There 's a lot of people on the street and a man of perhaps 50 years, with a beautiful stone in hand, beckons us to slow down, then looks inside and tells us to go. Pfui
this and also 'done. This driver and 'fairly lucky, I see.
After half an hour back to the hotel and everyone retires to his quarters.
the whole three days pregnant. 
The famous bridge of All Saints in 2007 and this year the Lord 'happened to be Thursday and Friday, and for us in Dili so there was work on Saturday and then Sunday. So my kids have asked me if we could make a long bridge, of four days.
overlook the fact that "boys 'is a term a little' sketchy, since the age 'reaches 58 years and the age' and media 'still around 40, give him head,' the bridge. I devised this solution: On Thursday, while working party, and then we holiday for three days in a row, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
And on Friday I left it too, for the famous world-famous island called Jaco, at the extreme east of the island of Timor.
island can not be 'domire and there are houses, although it is big enough. There you go by boat and return the same day. But then I get it.
The group would have been three cars full of people, but in the end, for reasons quite different (and those who 'went to Australia, those in Bali, who in the mountains) we found ourselves to be in a few. Let's go, I am the driver and two Japanese women.
For a distance of about 250 km you can put 6 hours, and we in fact, abiding to the rules, we have the harvest. We have made the supply of water to drink, biscuits, some fruit juice and we left at 11.30 am, 'cause one of the two Japanese had to work. But tell me. . .
Full of oil, and leave the city '.
The journey to get there and 'fearful of boredom, and takes place mostly along the coast, sometimes away from it.
single event may be interesting are the houses of wood, placed on top of the tree trunks, and our driver SPEGA us what they do. They are traditional buildings that are preserved the relics of important families, such as a spear or a sword ancient documents and so on.
The notable aspect is' that We live in a person, usually female, who is chosen by the clan leader after a mysterious inspiration, and is locked them 'above, and equipped with everything needed to live in luxury.
Li 'inside but'.
is constantly supplied with food, clothing, medicines etc.. and she presides over official ceremonies of the family when the elders meet. Can 'get married, have children and everything he wants, but can' set foot on the ground one day a year. Usually the person chosen and 'glad to be there. Usually
.
It tells us, the driver, who in their Canadian family there 'a lady of 60 years, that there is' over since he was 17.
Apart from this stop, not 'success nothing special, and the journey and 'was quietly boring.
the most 'crazy in my eyes and' that the last 50 km of road are multattiera on a stone, maybe two feet wide, there 's another way to reach that place.
That 's the road to Tutuala, and it' s so for 50 km!
arrive in the evening to the lodge where we say we do not expect and it 's all full. Then we say that we had booked and they respond to us that morning had made other people, and the rooms had been mistakenly given to them. The small village
and 'delicious, ten bungalows for most guests' as a great restaurant, and housing for the workers.
just that there's no place for us'.
What to do? Do not you think my lone reader (in the meantime others have given up reading) that you can 'go to sleep somewhere else. There is no 'elsewhere, the place' and that there 's just this sort of village. So kindly suggest we should sleep on the porch used as a restaurant, open on all four sides and a thatched roof over his head. We accept (but vah?) And lead us well for bedding.
Overall, sleep is fine, apart from the fear of any animals, which fortunately have been limited to a terrifying verse all night, but did not show up.
And the next morning, approaching a fisherman to take us in ten-minute boat ride on the spectacular Jaco Island.
That 's the view from the beach of Jaco Island. Unfortunately, and 'was taken away that quini there are people on the beach, when there were not arrive.
The fisherman on the beach that you download and 'completely, but completely deserted, as far as the eye can see. The sand and 'white, and there' s a beautiful transparency.
take place a little 'distant,' cause not 'that we know well, and everyone is thrown into the water.
Sea and 'lukewarm, a real pleasure. I put my fins, mask and start to swim.
The spectacle is breathtaking underwater, a variety 'of different species immense number of colorful fish does not even come close to what I had already' seen elsewhere.
A myriad of electric blue fish is mixed with another herd bright red, and all come together in the branches of the coral in unison when you approach. Then
big fish, small, surface, background, camouflage or bright. There 's all. There
'red coral, which I thought extinct, and the blue, I had seen only in the Philippines before. Towards
time lunch from 11:30 to say then begin to get more boats to unload several other foreigners like us. Overall, about thirty people spread over a kilometer. Well you can be.
I stood beautifully lying on the bank to think about my cases when I hear a scream, coming from the sea, "Oh!" lasting one-tenth of a second and then nothing. I look up and see my driver disappear under water about 30 meters from the shore.
But like a stone, without noise or splashing water, stirring or otherwise. Simply sinks. While all watching wondering what the problem is, in a moment I remember that the demented told me they could not swim, and I launch into the water toward him. Swimming like a madman and in about 20 seconds where it was coming. I dive and I see?
This blessed guy, quite motionless on the sea floor, about 4 meters deep '. In
hand clutching the mask. My mask. I go to retrieve it and
below, remembering the first rule of rescue me say
"Mo 'if it clings to me and try to make me drink, soak a kick on the bottom refer him to me."
and anxious to take his arm more 'next to me. Without reaction begins to rise, drawn by me. I'll take it with the palm of the hand under the chin and put my head above water, amazed by its inertia. I hear him breathing loudly and then immediately, with a little 'cough and calms me. I realize That's when one of the boys and Portuguese 'arrived too. So taking the would-be drowned under the neck and began to swim to shore after maybe a couple of minutes into everything we had arrived. And he said:
"No more 'never again'."
few hours later, at dinner I made for the compliments as had been docile during the rescue, 'cause I had not created any difficulties,' and he, fair soul, told me candidly that it was the fourth time he tried to drowning and someone saved him. A professional bailouts, one might say. But the wrong way.
A couple of hours after the time you agreed to come and take, and we are preparing. Only that the fisherman does not does it 'see it' feel. After a good half hour of waiting we get to ask the other boats (since they were bringing new strangers to make a bonfire 'with adjacent barbeque) and find another Barcarolo who agrees to take us. I blessed my suspicion that I had advised me not to pay that ass on the outward journey.
After the ferry, while off the boat who comes to meet us? That faithless, after not having fulfilled the promise to pay us a resume, he also wanted to be paid for the journey. Bah.
Back at the village, dinner of fish and then read (in the restaurant of course). A further complication and 'a bunch of Australian Carampane (8 or 10 I think) which had taken all the available piles, (known in folklore as I add in passing that their average weight was between 90 and 130 kg) on \u200b\u200bthe second night he wanted to move to stay in the restaurant, carrying their mattresses, in because their rooms had been prey to packs of rats during the previous night. My driver tells me that if they do so 'bring the rats in the restaurant, and I can not tell if she was joking or serious, the fact is that the mice that night I saw them on the beams of the roof, not the previous night.
Then we spend the night in this kind of Wild Bunch, at least we were together.
The next morning we get in the car to return, trying to get to Dili with the day, For security reasons best explained first. Pero ', before leaving that paradise very close to us that there is' a place where there are inscriptions in a cave inscriptions which date back to 30.ooo years ago. And we, of course, we can not lose a parenthesis of the cultural standing, and we decide to make a detour in order.
The manager of the rooms we propose to take with us one of his employees that we can 'take the lead, and not as' easy reach. Then the true sense of the term "readily achievable" and I 'was clear an hour later.
and guidance would be with us and also for the sake of culture, even for $ 10, which will also appear a few, but they are exactly twice the cost of a room for the night.
Cosi 'we get in the car, and after about six miles take a wide path of perhaps five feet, and the machine clearly went so well there. Then we arrive.
One moment, we get to where the machine must stop. The lresto and 'walk.
Well I've always had a certain dislike for the mountains in general and especially for the trek, but the descent into the cave can 'assimilate to what today is called free climbing. Basically we had to go down on the side of a mountain on a path perhaps two kilometers long, narrow, a concrete floor, barely sketched it pointed the way, when there was. Then for was a hundred meters down to jump a meter or a meter and a half, falling on rocks as deeply flawed. The walk was exhausting, we will come down to maybe 200 meters in a humid environment, full of insects, with a sun roasted although they were still nine in the morning. Pero 'what you do for love of knowledge. . .
Came.
Boys show! I state that it was not a cave as I understood, but on the side of a rock wall, outdoors and in sunlight. Some stick man drawn on a wall with red tint, a kind of sunshine and little else. Some of them were barely visible, others were so 'bright as to arouse the least doubt, to be benevolent, which may not were more 'old a few days. But I have no doubt that unreason due to dehydration and the accumulation of lactic acid Finance in the brain.
But the most 'beautiful' was the lifts! One killed breathtaking even for an athlete, and I do not think of it, anyway. most did not end ', every last corner I was under the illusion, but then there was another piece. I wanted to lie down on the floor asking the driver to cancel, but I have not had the courage. Then, a little 'time, his tongue rubbing on the floor, I got to the car.
forgive us in the car and slowly proceed towards Dili. Just enough time to stop for lunch in a country where they put a hotel for tourists and then we left. It 's remarkable that in this sea in some of my friends have seen the crocodiles. At sea! They tell me that those are the river that sometimes stretch into the sea, but must not be a magic trovarseli to swim by, I think.
On the way back we met a procession. It was exactly on the road and no cars went by. We sit patiently in the queue until 'the driver does not face the window and, after looking at the front wheel, said: "We have laundry." What bad luck. But the problem was just boring.
We take away from the queue of cars and he starts to take the tools, unscrew the bolts, but says and that there 'a will not open. I look at him and what I see? It 'a bolt lock, different from the others, you need an adapter. We are looking for in the car but is not found. Take away bags, suitcases, plastic bags, everything in practice, but its not there '.
Then we begin to stop all foreign cars. I mean 'machines with expatriates on board.
Everyone, absolutely everyone that test with his own key to unscrew this bolt. But holy patience, I think, but if your key and 'the same as ours, and ours is' been good to unscrew bolts 5, what makes you' think that you, of exactly the same, unscrew bolt that last?
But obviously part of our brain structures. Furthermore, nobody seemed know the existence of anti unscrewing bolts, with the thefts perhaps we Italians are more 'equipped. How do I know? But no, it 'the driver, it' the 2 Japanese, it 'all those who stopped to help (say forty machines, for a total of 150 people).
Even a Portuguese claimed that this bolt was stripped because 'it was screwed too strong. And I pointed out that we had a thread for each wheel, but he insisted on this belief, it was so new to him the concept of anti-theft bolt.
However, this has allowed me to know the goal 'of expatriates who are in Timor-Leste (I guess the other half' had thought of making the bridge to the west). In fact, stopping all the cars I've met Australians, Portuguese, Nepalese, Filipino, Pakistani, German, New Zealand, France, Japan etc.. All
useless for our purposes, but they are still being made in tips and smile. Many have offered their supply of bottled water (that's worthwhile that we have done).
is beginning to make 4 and we had to pass a certain village before dark, 'cause there was a UN warning to the effect that they' were taking place roadblocks and turbulence in the evening. And our good driver belonged to an ethnic group at war with that of the village, so it was necessary to hurry. But we were stuck there '. We decide to call the capital and send us a racing car, in the true sense of the word. 110 km of stradaccia in practice 2 ½ hours. Party in our help then the owner of the car, which was on the phone said they knew nothing of special bolts.
And I think: the presence of this strange bolt on my car did not know, and I have had this machine for more 'than a month, being able to pierce anywhere in town'. I could see this problem close to home, within reach of help from 30 or 40 people.
But where I go to succeed?
here.
Where "here" I said looking at the total lack of any man-made object, except for the car and the road. In all directions, as far as of an eye, there was nothing but fallow fields, rocks, weeds. It 'a house, it' a fire in the distance, it 'people. Nothing.
The minutes passed very slowly, without having anything to do with a warm and relative humidity 'worthy of a turkish bath, including a call to the unsuspecting spouse, telling stories of feline burials, and further attempts to find this adapter in any other machine.
was beginning to get dark and the cars stopped running to Dili little happy, 'cause every minute lost was an increase in the odds' to catch a stray rock or find a checkpoint.
After two and a half hours right, and here appears the manager of the company 'that rent machines by a mechanic in tow. In a jiffy, in fact, predictions that the bolt and 'different from others and hammer us slips a key measure of arrogance more' normal small bolts, just to be able to catch that infamous bullonaccio and back off. Change the wheel and we put ourselves in the car. Dark at that time.
On the way back we find the procession, which now had 4 or 5 km route. Everybody in the street, and dozens of machines such as our expectations, taking a walking pace. Another hour of torture, I learned the rosary in Tetun. And then we have passed.
The other car, one of the managers we lose it almost immediately, I do not know if We have passed or are left behind. Run, run to come to Dili and dangerous country, Metinaro. And 'now darkness and fear that someone will stop with the obstacles in the road. If they take my driver, the hospital ends up being lucky (used here as well, 'he told me that in Dili he does the same thing, in reverse).
There 's a lot of people on the street and a man of perhaps 50 years, with a beautiful stone in hand, beckons us to slow down, then looks inside and tells us to go. Pfui
this and also 'done. This driver and 'fairly lucky, I see.
After half an hour back to the hotel and everyone retires to his quarters.
the whole three days pregnant.
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