sexta-feira, 29 de abril de 2011
terça-feira, 12 de abril de 2011
Feb 24 - Salt Flats Tour Day 3 (Uyuni)
Didn't sleep well; felt like hell
Hoping pain would leave me; that morning sucked, believe me
Would've went on for hours; if not for hot springs' healing powers
95 degrees; I could have gotten on my knees
to thank Mother Earth; for giving me a rebirth
Bounced, jarred, and tossed; the rough road would exhaust
Mother Earth shoots out warning blast; to say 'you're going way too fast'
This sign we did not heed; soon returning to a breakneck speed
Slight bend in road; where we definitely should have slowed
Could feel tires slip in rear; over compensation in his steer
50 miles per hour; holding breath, began to cower
long skid, there's the ditch; staring straight down it's pitch
Rear tire 'BANG'; rim digs in like fang
Airborne 'FUCK'; inhale suck
Back seat shriek; no time to freak
I only see ground; for instant no sound
then deafening 'WHAM'; into ground we slam
glass everywhere; then Jorge in the air
Sling shotted down; head 1st into the ground
Skid to stop; glass ground is where I flop
'Megan, Megan are you all right?'; I scream out with pure fright
no reply; louder I cry
'Megan, Megan are you okay?'; 'yes, yes!' she'd finally reply
Me and Megan were in tact; no one injured the blessed fact
I climbed up to door drivers side; out through window is where I'd slide
All of us in pure shock; barely able to think or talk
Hugs and kisses 'we're alive!'; appreciation for life it did revive
Adventure is here Bolivia vaunted; This is more more than we ever wanted
Bolivia is great, don't get me wrong; but it's time that we end it's song
Ryan
Hoping pain would leave me; that morning sucked, believe me
Would've went on for hours; if not for hot springs' healing powers
95 degrees; I could have gotten on my knees
to thank Mother Earth; for giving me a rebirth
Bounced, jarred, and tossed; the rough road would exhaust
Mother Earth shoots out warning blast; to say 'you're going way too fast'
This sign we did not heed; soon returning to a breakneck speed
Slight bend in road; where we definitely should have slowed
Could feel tires slip in rear; over compensation in his steer
50 miles per hour; holding breath, began to cower
long skid, there's the ditch; staring straight down it's pitch
Rear tire 'BANG'; rim digs in like fang
Airborne 'FUCK'; inhale suck
Back seat shriek; no time to freak
I only see ground; for instant no sound
then deafening 'WHAM'; into ground we slam
glass everywhere; then Jorge in the air
Sling shotted down; head 1st into the ground
Skid to stop; glass ground is where I flop
'Megan, Megan are you all right?'; I scream out with pure fright
no reply; louder I cry
'Megan, Megan are you okay?'; 'yes, yes!' she'd finally reply
Me and Megan were in tact; no one injured the blessed fact
I climbed up to door drivers side; out through window is where I'd slide
All of us in pure shock; barely able to think or talk
Hugs and kisses 'we're alive!'; appreciation for life it did revive
Adventure is here Bolivia vaunted; This is more more than we ever wanted
Bolivia is great, don't get me wrong; but it's time that we end it's song
Ryan
Feb 23 - Salt Flats Tour Day 2 (Uyuni)
Didn't hear alarm, ear plugs in, Megan had to wake me
Saying my name, a gentle poke, unsuccessful she had to shake me
A sunshiny day we were on our way
(after I finally rose) to pink flamingos
Our group multifarious the whole time remained gregarious
Our topics of conversation various at times they were downright hilarious
We saw 4 colored lakes and a tree made of stone
A bad snack it makes even though it resembled an ice cream cone
In the jeep for hours in trances
I for one trying to grasp these Brobdingnagian expanses
At times no road Jorge, our guide, blazed a trail
Across the moonscape punishing jeep suspension we'd sail
Arrived at dorms at 4 to say the least it was monastic
Compared to last night it was fantastic
I played Emilie in backgammon, her board, French rules
Her dice rolled true, mine acted like fools
Cribbage next, played Rikke by 5 points, I was the winner
I'm reluctant to admit she's a total beginner
For a while Megan left, doing duty as a nurse
That profession to me seems both a blessing and a curse
Electricity cut off at 10 o'clock, It was bed time
Poor little Danes couldn't sleep so we sang them a nursery rhyme
Ryan
Saying my name, a gentle poke, unsuccessful she had to shake me
A sunshiny day we were on our way
(after I finally rose) to pink flamingos
Our group multifarious the whole time remained gregarious
Our topics of conversation various at times they were downright hilarious
We saw 4 colored lakes and a tree made of stone
A bad snack it makes even though it resembled an ice cream cone
In the jeep for hours in trances
I for one trying to grasp these Brobdingnagian expanses
At times no road Jorge, our guide, blazed a trail
Across the moonscape punishing jeep suspension we'd sail
Arrived at dorms at 4 to say the least it was monastic
Compared to last night it was fantastic
I played Emilie in backgammon, her board, French rules
Her dice rolled true, mine acted like fools
Cribbage next, played Rikke by 5 points, I was the winner
I'm reluctant to admit she's a total beginner
For a while Megan left, doing duty as a nurse
That profession to me seems both a blessing and a curse
Electricity cut off at 10 o'clock, It was bed time
Poor little Danes couldn't sleep so we sang them a nursery rhyme
Ryan
Feb 22 - Salt Flats Tour Day 1 (Uyuni)
We waited almost an hour for the pages to be loaded
by the end no purchased flight, but my head almost exploded
Like I told Megan 'like water off a duck's back'
when we traded off so I could go pack
We were already 15 minutes tardy
for our 3 day travel party
We met Rikke and Laura who seemed chill
Being 20 minutes late didn't spoil their good will
Salt on legs, salt on toes
salt on lips, salt on clothes
Emilie the francesa made our tour of the lakes
she thought of perception trick photos, it'd be fun to take
The horizon was stunning, lake and sky merged into one
The while time we were there we had the bright sun
We went to an abandoned train fallen apart
100 years ago it was junk now apparently it's art
4 hours of beauty then we reached where we'd stay
no sheets on the beds just filth where we'd lay
Dinner was good, when it came
Everyone but Megan ate the same
Dish of lasagna with soup as 1st course
Dinner was great with Nati and her kitchen the source
10 o'clock finished dinner all fading quickly
but falling asleep in a dirty bed, that can be prickly
Ryan
by the end no purchased flight, but my head almost exploded
Like I told Megan 'like water off a duck's back'
when we traded off so I could go pack
We were already 15 minutes tardy
for our 3 day travel party
We met Rikke and Laura who seemed chill
Being 20 minutes late didn't spoil their good will
Salt on legs, salt on toes
salt on lips, salt on clothes
Emilie the francesa made our tour of the lakes
she thought of perception trick photos, it'd be fun to take
The horizon was stunning, lake and sky merged into one
The while time we were there we had the bright sun
We went to an abandoned train fallen apart
100 years ago it was junk now apparently it's art
4 hours of beauty then we reached where we'd stay
no sheets on the beds just filth where we'd lay
Dinner was good, when it came
Everyone but Megan ate the same
Dish of lasagna with soup as 1st course
Dinner was great with Nati and her kitchen the source
10 o'clock finished dinner all fading quickly
but falling asleep in a dirty bed, that can be prickly
Ryan
Poemas
The alarm sang out early
Usually making me surly
But with weeks of anticipation
On this peregrination
For this bicycle declivity
The sleep stopper was met with levity
I could sense Megan's anxious worry
Through her vehemence that we hurry
Elbowing passed people in the street
To get to where we would meet
the group where in a bus we would hop
to drive up the pass all the way to the top
One hour later we were invidiously greeted
by miserable weather; it rained, snowed, and sleeted
We started the descent cold, wet, and fast!
And to Megan's relief, she was far from the last
Some of the cliffs dropped ridiculously
In these sections we rode meticulously
Yeah I took some chances
With the edge had some dances
Jamie, remember the descent into the shire?
It was like that, but steeper and drops even higher
I rode with the front guide
he showed me some tricks
Not a race but definitely a fast ride
A full adreneline fix
We stopped at a preserve, saw monkeys throw shit
To me it was dodge ball, to Megan a hit
We agreed it was a highlight, to mee it was bliss
If you come to Bolivia, it´s something you shouldn't miss
To the crew that went with us on the Salt Flat Tour. Don't worry, I'll tell our story soon enough.
Ryan
Usually making me surly
But with weeks of anticipation
On this peregrination
For this bicycle declivity
The sleep stopper was met with levity
I could sense Megan's anxious worry
Through her vehemence that we hurry
Elbowing passed people in the street
To get to where we would meet
the group where in a bus we would hop
to drive up the pass all the way to the top
One hour later we were invidiously greeted
by miserable weather; it rained, snowed, and sleeted
We started the descent cold, wet, and fast!
And to Megan's relief, she was far from the last
Some of the cliffs dropped ridiculously
In these sections we rode meticulously
Yeah I took some chances
With the edge had some dances
Jamie, remember the descent into the shire?
It was like that, but steeper and drops even higher
I rode with the front guide
he showed me some tricks
Not a race but definitely a fast ride
A full adreneline fix
We stopped at a preserve, saw monkeys throw shit
To me it was dodge ball, to Megan a hit
We agreed it was a highlight, to mee it was bliss
If you come to Bolivia, it´s something you shouldn't miss
To the crew that went with us on the Salt Flat Tour. Don't worry, I'll tell our story soon enough.
Ryan
segunda-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2011
Poemas diários
Feb 20th - Travel from La Paz to Potosi (Bolivia)
Last night we decided that a day on our own
is not something that we should bemoan
Breakfast together then I left to go
to see the ruins in Tihuanaco
First one errand before I could go kick it
find the bus station and buy us our ticket
After mission accomplished I went to the Cemetario
which is another bus station in a completely different barrio
I felt I was being scammed right from the start
to get the price reasonable I'd have to be smart
Then they told me it was 2 hours to get there
We had our bus at 8, chance to miss it, I didn't dare
Had to pee, not a public bathroom around
About to explode, behind a truck, watered the ground
Tried to find the bus to take me where I belonged
If this was a game show, I would have been gonged
For all my mistakes, what a Bolivia amateur
I made it back showing again that my luck is pure
Sitting in a café celebrating my mobility
They fired up a circular saw, robbing my tranquility
I fled from the construction like a prairie dog from a hawk
To internet café, it compelled me to walk
Megan was sitting there to my surprise
it was good to see her and her beautiful eyes
We ate an early dinner chili is what we had
It was damn good chili, but nothing against yours, Dad
Megan needed a book, all over town we would glean
A 3 hour hunt and not one readable was seen
On time at the bus station where Megan was brave
She paid for the bathroom, slipping into the cave
JB you'd love it, germs ubiquitous
After Bolivia, to share a bottle, even you wouldn't fuss
Again, kids our neighbors but these were so cute
Those words were Megan's that I would not refute
Together 3 weeks now, some lessons I've learned
One is to keep mouth shut or risk being burned
10 hours on bus waking tired and dishevelled
No restfulness in Potosi, this town is bedeviled
Feb 21 - Potosi (Bolivia)
When you arrive; at half passed five
With no recourse; even if perforce
To region unknown; your circumstances sown
Doubts in your mind seep; of what good you could reap
In this situation; Then the revelation!
Doughnuts and coffee; just weren't meant to be
Nothing open; like we were hoping
Hang out in main square; like bums without a care
The problem was the cold; Bum act soon old
Ran around to get heart pumping; ineffective my in place jumping
Restaurant light; signals end of our plight
He lights kerosene lamps; no longer cold tramps
We chose the dish Swiss; ate it in delish bliss
Owner with lots to say; yes he was a extremely gay
Not in that sense Jamer; you know you're my only flamer
Megan laid for siesta; just then started town fiesta
Horns blaring; kids preparing
Balloons for war; through air they tore
With untrained eye; I could only try
To think not vicious; or even malicious
They'd surround and hurl; water balloons at some poor girl
One girl's ire shown; when she retaliated with a stone
Scowls and frowns; unleash the hounds!
With adolescent impetuous; this would turn out a mess
This situation my habit; it to flee like a rabbit
The hounds were distracted; this hare not impacted
I retreat; belly replete
with hunger pangs; on door loud bangs
Megan did not wake; open the door for Christs sake!
Had to pound a bunch; finally she got up and we went to lunch
Now the story gets hairy; at the restaurant with name Cherry
I found a long black one; after the 1st bite into my burger bun
What seemed to me a feast; didn't matter appetite surceased
Okay, bedeviled may be strong; in my mind not completely wrong
Before I write another line; let me punch fast forward in time
At dinner table we sit; I swear I could have shit
When Megan pulled out a hair all ratty; from her charbroiled burger patty
No, it's not you I'm trying to dupe; I swear then she found one in her soup!
Potosi must mean 'hair in food'; that's why they just don't find it rude
These devils gobble black hairs down; get me out of this molting town!
Ryan - USA
quinta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2011
Viagem - Bolívia
Hoje começo a fazer um diário de viagem sobre minha viagem na Bolívia - Peru e Chile. (Estou em um hotel em Santa Cruz de la Sierra no momento, e este nao possui os devidos acentos, sendo que ocorrerá inúmeros erros de grafia por esta razao.)
Decidi que faria uma viagem para a América do Sul por volta de dezembro, tendo renovado meu passaporte e tomado vacina contra febre amarela, que é recomendada para a entrada na Bolívia. Feito isso, me dirigi até a ANVISA e tirei um certificado internacional de vacinaçao, que sai na hora e é gratuito. Deixei o tempo transcorrer e acabei nao pesquisando muita coisa sobre a viagem, a qual só comecei a me preocupar de verdade nesta última semana.
Peguei um voo ontem em Maringá, que fez escalas em Curitiba, Sao Paulo, Campo Grande e finalmente cheguei no destino. No voo de Curitiba até Sao Paulo, conheci um piá e uma menina que estavam retornando da Argentina. Ele (Igor), estava viajando há 73 dias e retornando para casa (Belo Horizonte). Ela (Mariana), passou 15 dias na Argentina com os amigos.
O Igor viajou por vários paises, começando no México e descendo até o Chile, o que me despertou a atençao e fez a conversa fluir, uma vez que ele conheceu os paises por onde eu vou passar, e uma vez que nao tenho um planejamento decente, acabou por ajudar muito.
No voo de Sao Paulo até a Bolivia um senhor estava sentado no meu lugar e nao quis se retirar, quando foi preciso de um funcionário da Gol para faze-lo. Ao chegar no aeroporto, a imigraçao foi razoavelmente rápida, pois nao sao feitas perguntas para brasileiros, e ao procurar minha mala descobri que a esteira de bagagem do aeroporto estava quebrada, sendo que tivemos que procurar em uma sala onde funcionários descarregaram manualmente as bagagens.
Peguei um táxi até o hotel, que custou 50 bolivianos (aproximadamente 16 reais), chegando às 3 da manha. Logo pela manha acordei cedo, tomei café e troquei reais pela moeda local. Hoje pretendo conhecer a cidade e pegar um voo para Sucre, quando entao tomarei um onibus de 3 horas para Potosi, para chegar ao Deserto de Sal.
Por enquanto é isso.
Decidi que faria uma viagem para a América do Sul por volta de dezembro, tendo renovado meu passaporte e tomado vacina contra febre amarela, que é recomendada para a entrada na Bolívia. Feito isso, me dirigi até a ANVISA e tirei um certificado internacional de vacinaçao, que sai na hora e é gratuito. Deixei o tempo transcorrer e acabei nao pesquisando muita coisa sobre a viagem, a qual só comecei a me preocupar de verdade nesta última semana.
Peguei um voo ontem em Maringá, que fez escalas em Curitiba, Sao Paulo, Campo Grande e finalmente cheguei no destino. No voo de Curitiba até Sao Paulo, conheci um piá e uma menina que estavam retornando da Argentina. Ele (Igor), estava viajando há 73 dias e retornando para casa (Belo Horizonte). Ela (Mariana), passou 15 dias na Argentina com os amigos.
O Igor viajou por vários paises, começando no México e descendo até o Chile, o que me despertou a atençao e fez a conversa fluir, uma vez que ele conheceu os paises por onde eu vou passar, e uma vez que nao tenho um planejamento decente, acabou por ajudar muito.
No voo de Sao Paulo até a Bolivia um senhor estava sentado no meu lugar e nao quis se retirar, quando foi preciso de um funcionário da Gol para faze-lo. Ao chegar no aeroporto, a imigraçao foi razoavelmente rápida, pois nao sao feitas perguntas para brasileiros, e ao procurar minha mala descobri que a esteira de bagagem do aeroporto estava quebrada, sendo que tivemos que procurar em uma sala onde funcionários descarregaram manualmente as bagagens.
Peguei um táxi até o hotel, que custou 50 bolivianos (aproximadamente 16 reais), chegando às 3 da manha. Logo pela manha acordei cedo, tomei café e troquei reais pela moeda local. Hoje pretendo conhecer a cidade e pegar um voo para Sucre, quando entao tomarei um onibus de 3 horas para Potosi, para chegar ao Deserto de Sal.
Por enquanto é isso.
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