Judita's see-you-later dinner and beer

Even Sonic the Hedgehog joined the party =)

Too tired to upload photos

Back from Karlovy Vary and Plzen

See you in Madeira

I will be waiting you Greek bastard! Coming from Greece when you get to Africa, turn righ, when you get to the Ocean keep going you can't miss it . The "Greekest"! Keep in touch my friend.

Keep "perfecting" MY language you crazy Brazilian =) Take care.

1900

"You're never really done for, as long as you've got a good story and someone to tell it to"

Max Tooney: What have you been up to all these years?
1900: Making music.
Max Tooney: Even during the war?
1900: Even when no-one was dancing.
1900: Even when the bombs were falling.

There are just no words for this movie.

Search Me Not

The pain, the lies they multiplied
It got too much for me
I have locked myself inside
And swallowed up the key

I've closed the lights
I talk all night
I'm such good company
Don't call me at home
I cut the phone
I'm as I wanna be

Search me not, please
Search me not
The door bell
It hurts my ears
I nailed my hands
To the ground
I feed on my blood and tears

I have tried
To socialize
It always got me down
Deceived and hurt
By the ones I loved
Why should I stick around?

Search me not, please
Search me not
The door bell
It hurts
I nailed my hands
To the ground
I feed on my blood

Search me not, please
Search me not
I am living such a beautiful thing
I nailed my hands
To the ground
I'm growing myself some wings

Before Paris

A photo from the Louvre: Victory of Samothrace.

Why?

Boris Vian, in. As Formigas (Assírio e Alvim - 1985, tradução de Aníbal Fernandes). Boris Vian nasceu, em Ville d'Avray, "por acaso a 10 de Março de 1920, à porta de uma maternidade fechada por uma greve com ocupação. Grávida das obras de Paul Claudel (desde aí que não o gramo), a minha mãe ia já no 13.º mês e não podia esperar mais pela Concordata. (...) Em força e juízo cresci, mas sempre feio apesar de enfeitado com um sistema piloso descontínuo, embora muito farto. No que respeita à cara, era igual à da Vitória de Samotrácia. De repente, porém, a minha fisionomia transformou-se e comecei a parecer-me com o Boris Vian. Daí o meu nome."

The eternal Vian.

Barcelona

This was the city we parted. I went to Paris with Serhat, everyone else Brussels and Amsterdam.
Amazing city with a nice goodbye dinner near the airport and even some dancing...

Rome

After waking up from the surprisingly warm floor of the Treviso Airport, there was just enough time to apologise to my bones get the tickets, backpack and head to Rome!

What a city. A monument on every corner... 1 week is not enough to see this city giving the attention it deserves...

First stop is easy to guess... and although I was always complaining that whenever I wanted to take a photo I had to wait 5m for the buses to get out of the way, I'm glad this bus crept behind me.
A lot of walking in this city... I mean a lot.

Not that lucky

As I mentioned in the previous post I am quite lucky. Unfortunately not lucky enough to catch this lady in September.

Rock For People 2009

My temporary geographical positions usually allow me to catch some good things when it comes to concerts. I have to say in this matter I am quite lucky.



Yes, I am going & yes, this shit is gonna rock!

One of the last

One of the last nights where we can call ourselves a group. A lot of people are leaving and I was the first to leave Hanny Banny after saying goodbye to who is leaving tomorrow. Way too many people.
Why can't I handle this properly?
One of the last good nights...

Venice

Walking a lot. Coca-Cola 4.5€. That means we walked a lot and were very thirsty.
Nice city to get warmed up for a trip.

Eurotrip

So it began with a backpack and a camera.
Venice - Rome - Barcelona - Paris - 10 days.

Sightseeing, sleeping on airports taking photos, walking until exhaustion, running to catch planes and buses, history lessons, complaining about prices, meeting people, having fun, not getting enough sleep... laughing. Asking for directions, getting lost, running some more. Still laughing...

Generally this was it. But each country and city had their special features, their own "magic", and we had our fun in different "magical special" ways.
I tried to capture some of this magic in these photos... but no lens in the world can do it. It will just stay with me until my memory doesn't allow me to have them any more.

Cast: Serhat, Fatih, Audrius, Murat, Dogukan & me.

Here we go...

Back at Pardubice!

Venice - Rome - Barcelona - Paris.

I'm back.
I'm tired.
I'm sleepy.
I'm sore.
I'm hungry.
I'm dead.
I missed this country.
I'm back.
I'm back at Pardubice.

For I am a rain dog too

Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine with all the rain dogs
Taxi, we’d rather walk
Huddle a doorway with the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog too

Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night
For it was all ripe for dreaming
Oh, how we danced away all of the lights
We’ve always been out of our minds

The rum pours strong and thin
Beat out the dustman with the rain dogs
Aboard a shipwreck train
Give my umbrella to the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog too

Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me
You’ll never be going back home

Goodbye Dinner @ Galera 04-06-09

This was the real goodbye party...




Good times...

A meeting with S. N. Balagangadhara

What a morning. What an amazing man.
"If you ask me to describe you, my description will say more about myself than it will about you".
That sums up the view of the Occident towards the Orient.

After this meeting my perception of the marks of colonialism in India were deeply enriched.

Another book for the "to read" pile... as if i didn't have enough already.

More people to miss

Have a nice trip back home... and we will see each other later... Let's try to see each other later...

Poland-Turkey-Lithuania-Taiwan-Madeira-Madeira

The world is a huge place. Makes it even more special.

Problems on the 10th page

I think I might have reached a point of exhaustion I have never before experienced.
Nahhh.. why do you said that?

Well, this book is in English, but I look at it and see what appears to be the Cyrillic alphabet...

"нет никакой надежды на вас, Вы не можете читать по-английски"

What the hell!?

What I need is to rest my heavy head on a bed of California stars...

The Absolute Truth Potion

There's nothing stronger than this potion.

Woody Guthrie and his "Six String Axe"

There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me;
Sign was painted, it said private property;
But on the back side it didn't say nothing;
That side was made for you and me.

A Real Professional

Yes you are.
Can anyone blame me for admiring this man? Let's see let me think of other amazing Portuguese players to which I have the utmost respect... Eusébio, José Águas, Futre, Rui Costa, Paneira, Paulo Sousa, Domingos...