<?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-85244526882785248</id><updated>2011-08-11T07:15:26.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lada Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-4738603155912149642</id><published>2010-11-12T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T05:22:32.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't choose between wifi and kitch =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever written a blog drunk???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me neither...but I guess there has to be a first time for everything...and I also guess there is not other way of finishing my vacations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to write about this last part because it will fell like my vacations are over, and I don't like that =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, if I had to choose (luckely I don't) one city between Prague, Brno and Lodz, if I had to choose (I repeat, I'm happy I don't have to) one part of my vacations, I wouldn't be able. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prague was as awesome as I described in other posts, my last day in Prague I visited this fake eiffel tower, I had lunch with Honsa and Celia for last time (chears, you booth are great) and I went to Stepis to pack myself (some people cut themselves, I pack myself). Whatever, I had appointment with Stepan at 17.15 in metro station near Prague's bus station...I got a call from him around 17.05...the instruction was pretty clear...prepare yourself to run =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After running with all my stuff we were able to be at the bus just in time (Japeness way).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I gotta say something, people, Czech Republik is awesome, really, they are 100 years ahead of us. THEY HAVE INTERNET WIFI CONECTION ON BUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived in Brno, still amazed by this internet buses, we met Lucie and Petr...it was so nice to see them again. Lucie is just Lucie, and she gave us a bit of Slivovice (something like half bottle), after that we went on party, I don't know how much I drank that night, but pictures show it pretty well =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TN3oySrYqqI/AAAAAAAAApo/MUcZeo6uQoQ/s1600/P1040070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TN3oySrYqqI/AAAAAAAAApo/MUcZeo6uQoQ/s320/P1040070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538839067440491170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worth to mention that we also met Buzi, and it was great to see her too =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls, you are booth awesome, I hope soon I can see you in Spain and we can try those "spaguetti" ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day we prepared Spanish omellete for second (and not last) time in our trip =D =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After an awesome lunch we visited Brno, you know what??? they have bells in the cathedral, and you know what??? you can stand under the bell, and you know what??? they ring every hour...and you know what??? if you are stupid enough, and of course I am, you can get deaf :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day I had dinner at Stepan's place with his family, it was also great, they were so nice!!!!!!!! His mother speaks french, so we could somehow comunicate, his father speaks German, so we could say the numbers untill 3 :P and his granma...ohhhhhh...this was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stepan, let me describe her, she is around 80 years old, and she is blody clever, she has a gift for languages or something...she speaks English really well. She told me she was rised in Bratislava, she also told me that her father was from Germany and her mother from CR, she said she had not spoken english for 30 years, however she was able to use past perfect much better than I am...really, when I grow up I wanna be like her =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also worth to mention Stepan's turtle, it is already too big for it's house...I had the same problem with mine, they never stop growing...fucking turtles!!!!!!!!!!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day trip to Lodz with small stop in small village called something like Katowice ;) (this one is for you Dani) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(break, I am at the dinner room and my small sister just arrived drank like pig, at 1.14...mmmm...this reminds me one story they told me in the bar, but it's gonna be story for another day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where was I????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oooooooohhhhhhhh...yes, in the train from Katowice to Lodz, we met a girl from Lodz, she was on erasmus in Bratislava, and I must say something. She was so cuteeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!! She said she had some spanish friends, so Stepan decided to teach her the word Lefa...she also taught me how to say dobry veitur (something like that means good night in polish language)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Co to Kurwa jest?!??!!?!?!!!!!!!!!!?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I arrived in Lodz, I saw Magda and Dani and it was.........no words to describe...why didn't I meet you before Magda???? and why didn't we go more on party together during erasmus Dani???? (Dani is my perfect match in dancing, really...she knows why ;) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me the first night in Lodz was the best, we went on party to a great pub with live music, and you know what??? noone was dancing before we decided to start dancing (or something similar to dancing) in front of the singer. After 15 minutes it was full of people, including a pink weird girl who tried to keep the attention to her =D =D (maybe I'm making up this pink color, but she was kinda kitch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about kitch, we had KITCH BAD TASTE party next day...it is also difficult to describe, I preffer showing some pictures :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TN3n5WJwpMI/AAAAAAAAApg/mAApr72xhVc/s1600/P1040233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TN3n5WJwpMI/AAAAAAAAApg/mAApr72xhVc/s320/P1040233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538838089120654530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TN3n41s8tmI/AAAAAAAAApY/rPiuXdL_4MU/s1600/P1040226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TN3n41s8tmI/AAAAAAAAApY/rPiuXdL_4MU/s320/P1040226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538838080409876066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TN3n4vYhznI/AAAAAAAAApQ/k8l-dy1tC5s/s1600/P1040234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TN3n4vYhznI/AAAAAAAAApQ/k8l-dy1tC5s/s320/P1040234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538838078713613938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day of the party was also a cool journey, Lodz has really nice shoping center in an old industrial area, it reminds me Tampere but this Lodz is better =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much better if you take into account that they give you blue ray for free if you buy 10 bottles of vodka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kitch party was great, some people felt in love with toilet, some people danced all the night, some people drank all the night...and in summary everybody had fun all the night long =D =D&lt;br /&gt;I attach a video of a weird competition between Czech Polish...and...yes, Spanish can also drink Vodka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note, I'm only writting and talking about lots of attachments, I hope I'll have time to make it true :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note2: I couldn't attach the video, it's too heavy and I don't wanna fight with it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After party I discovered something which scares me...I LIKE WASHING UP AND CLEANING!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, we also cooked tortilla de patatas in Lodz (the last but not least :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last day in Lodz, it starts with Stepan missing his train (good job ;) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, Stepan takes another train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then more sightseeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I showed my amazing skills in pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then more sightseeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we took nice pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we saw a great movie, Rock and Rolla, really good one. Difficult to understand this blody British english bro, without subtitles...but really good movie. I loved it!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohhhhhhhhh, this post is getting too long, but I have so many things to tell!!!!! I feel like I'm forgetting so much..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to summarize the last last last day of vacations, coming back to this small village called Katowice with this small girl called Danielita, the train journey was short because we were talking all the time, sotimes in spanish, sometimes in english, sometimes in spanglish, sometimes in polish...co to jest!!!!!!!!!!?????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I was at Danielita's place, her family was also really friendly, they gave me a nice food and they made me feel like at home...aciu =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing at Danielita's place???? The pictures!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, she showed me old pictures and she has changed soooooooo much!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't stop watching those pictures...at the beginning I asked, ok, this is is your high school friends, but...where are you???? and you know what??? she was in the picture...jajajajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last part of my vacations???? airport =( airport, plane, headache...and I am at home again =( =( =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this looks like I'm just saying good things that I'm supposed to say all the time, but I really feel it like that, you guys made my vacations one of the best vacations ever, so just want to finish with a thank you Honsa (I told you, I wanna be like you) , than you Celia (intenta ver el lado bueno de lo que tienes y te deseo lo mejor en Praga porque te lo mereces, tb quiero ser como tú), than you Radek(I forgot giving you lomo, so I owe you one =( ), thank you Lucie (you are so awesome!!!!! I see you and I just want to hug you all the time =D =D never change :P), thank you Petr (thanks for taking good care of us and as I said...we gotta go to Santiago Bernabeu together!!!!!!!!! maybe to Real Madrid - Atlético to see Ujfalusi :P), thank you Buzi (it was great to see you again, I hope we can see you soon and remember all this great erasmus parties such as Czech easter), thank you Danielita (I mentioned you several times in the post, even sometimes a bit hiden :P thanks, really, this trip would had not been possible without you), than you Magdita(Ropuchitaaaaaaa, the trip started because of you, because of your birthday...I don't know, I don't have words to say how great has been meeting you and how great you treated us at your place...sure we're gonna see each other soon in Spain with Danielita and I can give you back the favour with some 100000 liters of sangria...=D...PIEROGUIIIIIII)...mmmmmmmmmm...and thank thank thank thank you very very very very much Stepan for following me in this crazy thing, you are...just you...really, I'm so happy this day you came to my room asking if I knew how to set up internet conection, I'm so happy I invited you to have dinner with us...this definitely changed not only my vacations but my whole life...I don't say this too often (more or less never) but I wanna tell you that I love you dude =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oki, enough for tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you soon mates, remember...we'll always have Paris ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaimito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-4738603155912149642?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4738603155912149642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-cant-choose-between-wifi-and-kitch-d.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/4738603155912149642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/4738603155912149642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-cant-choose-between-wifi-and-kitch-d.html' title='I can&apos;t choose between wifi and kitch =D'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TN3oySrYqqI/AAAAAAAAApo/MUcZeo6uQoQ/s72-c/P1040070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-3937257713440456525</id><published>2010-10-27T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T07:11:34.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still loving Prague =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, now I have not 10 but 100 reasons. It's a pity I have not enough time to write it all because in 23 minutes I'm going to Brno to party with Lucie and Bozie =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;everything is being fast, as allways on vacations, but it is as great as fast =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After Brno we're gonna go to Silesia to meet stepan family and then we're going to Poland to party with Magie and Danielita =) =) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think this is the best trip ever, Prague is great, Czech beer couldn't be better, we had time to party, to visit, to get drunk, to make dinner with friends...EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and only in one week. I don't have much time, but in following posts I'm gonna tell the story of how stepan almost drove to brno to get to his place in chodov and the story of how we ended up huging each other during night in order not to fall down ;) (I'm sorry Stepi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So far, only a picture of Prague castle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;c u soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TMgyxZNf93I/AAAAAAAAApI/LtdGsxTu310/s320/P1030968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532727966387140466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-3937257713440456525?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3937257713440456525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/still-loving-prague-d.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/3937257713440456525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/3937257713440456525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/still-loving-prague-d.html' title='still loving Prague =D'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TMgyxZNf93I/AAAAAAAAApI/LtdGsxTu310/s72-c/P1030968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-5771439303758917829</id><published>2010-10-24T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:56:09.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love CR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eventhough I know you all fuckers are not reading my blog, I'm gonna keep updating it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(yes, this message is for you Stepan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm on vacation again, it looks like I'm allways on vacation :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to come to Prague to spend some days here with my Czech friends and later on we're planning to go to Poland to spend also a weekend with our Polish friends. For me this vacation have started in a really great way. I was real angry the day before getting those vacations and now it seems everything is gone =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I arrived in Prague, and since the very first moment I felt in love (again) with this city. It smeels like east of Europe (ok, Stepan, middle Europe, whatever), for me it smells like Vilnius. I don't know, it just brings so many things to my head...I love it. I so wanna live somewhere here, so I think I'm gonna tell 10 reasons why I would live in CR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. As I said, it smeels like erasmus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. People are crazy, really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I like Czech language, I like the pronuntiation, I love the wide ammount of words you have to say dick, pico and stuff like that :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Potatoe omellete tastes better if you call it brambori omellete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. I have many friends here, so for sure we could make some crazy parties (might be dangerous, so don't allow us cooking while drunk :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. I'm in love with labas vakaras and I'd be closer to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. just becaue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. I like fresh air in the face, I like this feeling (even when it's too fresh) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. I rather to be called chaime than jaime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. you have restaurants with trains!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TMRWz3splHI/AAAAAAAAApA/gG8NdwtoZGE/s1600/P1030788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TMRWz3splHI/AAAAAAAAApA/gG8NdwtoZGE/s320/P1030788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531641691442353266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 384px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now a small explanation, yesterday we went on party, we had dinner at a great czech place where I ordered more than 1Kg of meet, only for me!!!!!AMAZING. Before that we were in a pub where you order a beer and they bring it in this small electric trains, you have a railway all along the pub and it reaches the tables, so it's great...I think it couples every guy dreams...Cold beer and toy trains!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we went on party to this disco which is built in a church, it was weird, but fun. We met Asta there, and that was a really nice surprice...well, maybe not surprise, cuz we knew she was there, but it was nice anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this church disco there were several plants. The disco plant, then a valconi from where you could see the disco, then a "making out" plant (it was really like that, dark...couples...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And finally this salsa plant, it was full of these guys who really know how to dance, and lucky them we were just nor drunk enough to compite with them...otherwise of course I'd had showed them how to dance =D =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally we decided to go to typical Czech pub, with rock music. It was cool, I liked it more than the making out disco church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today Stepan and I cooked brambori omelletes, it was pretty fun because I screwed it up a little and we made terrible mess (cleaning it wasn't that fun). However, we somehow succeded with the omelletes and now we can eat omellete for a week...(yes, I have problem with measurements)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I told you, honsa, when I grow up I so wanna be like you =D =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c u soon people =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-5771439303758917829?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5771439303758917829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-cr.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/5771439303758917829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/5771439303758917829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-cr.html' title='I love CR'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TMRWz3splHI/AAAAAAAAApA/gG8NdwtoZGE/s72-c/P1030788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-29474404403885279</id><published>2010-10-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T08:58:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India: one good point one bad point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where to start??? Difficult decision...this trip is being so....unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in India doing some bussiness, I came here with my two bosses to meet my indian collegue who works in our office in India. the purpose of our visit was having some meetings with the guys we're working for (and whose name I cannot say :P) and to visit two future locations for csp plants so that we can give our opinion about the land they've bought and check on site whether our asumptions about meteorology seem to be correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First two days we stayed in Dheli, I had not had finished my solar resource study yet, so I spent two nights working and two days in meetings. I was so damn tired that I couldn't enjoy at all the fact of being somewhere abroad. Worth to mention that our flight was delayed and it took almost 24 hours to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there were already some surprises, for instance, when I firslty arrived in India there was a taxi waiting for us at the airport...mmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;After five minutes I though this guy was totally out of his mind, after 6 minutes I though it was the whole country. If you've not been in India you don't have any idea about what's crazy driving, really. There are not lanes for them, they don't give a shit whether they can knock someone down. If there is risk they just use the claxon and that's it...it's like a disguise...&lt;br /&gt;-All right mate, I knocked you down, I killed you, but I pushed the claxon so everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I was so afraid everytime we had to take a car, it is a big mess everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad thing and one good. The hotel was comfortable, really, not big luxury but comfortable, the bed was great, it was so big that I could sleep with my head in one side of the bed and my feet didn't tresspase the other side (by side I mean left and right side, of course not top and bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff here is nice, they take care of every single detail, so that could be a positive point, but somehow I don't like it. I mean, first day in hotel I was walking through the hall and two guys where talking, as I passed they stood up as if I were the king or something. When we have meetings guys come all the time to serve things, that's they job and it's great, but the way how some people treat them I don't like it. I don't know, I have the feeling that somehow they're not treated as equals, and that's not what I'm used to. Someone can work for me like witer, or cleaning or whatever, but this does not make me better than this person and I owe them a respect. I don't know, I understand what I mean, but maybe I'm not making my point. Whatever, since I don't like it, everytime when we arrive in a new hotel I take my bags and I say I can carry them by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food, I like trying new things and that's great. On the other hand, I'm not having dinner tonight because I got sick...too much spicy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I ask for something not spicy they say...ok, this is not spicy...LOS COJONES!!!! then it's spicy anyway. Everything here is spicy, even breakfast!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, one good point one bad point :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a doubt and I asked my Indian collegue today. He is great by the way, he answer all my stupid questions (and I have a lot)&lt;br /&gt;well, to the point, cows here have hump (as camels), and since there are lots of camels too I though...It might be that a beautifull cow in the past, found some handsome camel...and you know...they felt in love...nature made its job...and voila...Cows with hump =D =D&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think so????&lt;br /&gt;My friend does not think so. To be fair, at the beginning I was afraid of asking because cow is a sacred animal for them, but then I though, what a fuck, cows also fuck...no matter whether it's with camels or bulls. So I decided to ask =D&lt;br /&gt;Two positive points, one for my friend and one for Cowmels :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TLsc6oE-yvI/AAAAAAAAAo0/b4hPLI8sYIY/s1600/HPIM2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TLsc6oE-yvI/AAAAAAAAAo0/b4hPLI8sYIY/s320/HPIM2401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529044761043716850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TLsc6oE-yvI/AAAAAAAAAo0/b4hPLI8sYIY/s1600/HPIM2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that Indians have many many gods??? They do. Have you ever seen a god with elephant head??? I know the story and I'm telling it.&lt;br /&gt;The guy used to live with his mother, he had never met his father. I guess the father was a god who didn't like responsibility ;). Once, his mother was gonna have shower and told him to watch out so that nobody come to disturb her. Suddenly his father came to visit his mother (they didn't know each other), and of course he didn't let him in. The father was so angry that he cutted his head with his sword. When the mother found out she got angry too (I've seen some girls angry, imagine a girl god...It gotta be like hell)...well, she got angry and told the father. WHAT DID YOU DO??? THIS IS YOUR SOON!!!! YOU ARE GOING AND GIVING ME BACK A HEAD FOR MY SOON!!!!RIGHT NOW!!! AND TAKE SOMETHING IN THE SUPERMARKET TO HAVE DINNER BY THE WAY!!!!!!! HURRY UP!!!!!!!! (Note that the supermarket part I made it up, but it sounds more familiar like this).&lt;br /&gt;Then the father went to the jungle, he killed an elephant, cutted his head, and after he came by the supermarket he arrived in home with the head of the elephant. They put it on his soon shoulders (I guess they used industrial glue) and now they live all as a happy family =D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dheli we took some flights to the sites (it's gonna be 9 flights for me this week) and we started discovering the other India, the one of the villages without electricity, without water... This is sad, it's a bad point, even Mumbay which is huge city is full of slams. Then 2 bad points =(&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we ate in the field, it was great, spicy but great. Anyway, we didn't like the site much because there is too much water. Of course this is good for the refrigeration of the turbine, if you dig 1.5 meter you have water...but also when you dig to put your foundations (and it's gonna be much more than 1.5 meters) you'll get water. (It seems to me that they don't wanna hear it, but anyway we said our opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also funny that they said.&lt;br /&gt;-This is a natural stream and the water is sweet so we can use it also for cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;You know how I am, so yes, I did something stupid. I TRIED THE WATER&lt;br /&gt;And you know what??? It was salty like hell. I said so and they said...&lt;br /&gt;-No no no no, it is not salty.&lt;br /&gt;After that I tried it again...Now I'm wondering whether that could be the reason of my stomach problems.&lt;br /&gt;-It is salty.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a guy who came with us and claims to be an expert in water (sure he is, I'm not making fun of him...well, only a bit :P) tried it and said.&lt;br /&gt;-It is salty.&lt;br /&gt;Then everybody believed so.&lt;br /&gt;I have some thoughs. I agreed with a water expert, does it make me a water expert too??? Is it neccesary to have a water expert to say if a water is salty or not??? Was the water salty before the water expert tried it??? Is the elephant god involved in the water mistery???&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta go, they called me twice to go downstairs to reception and I don't understand what they want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add some pic later (already added), I hope u guys enjoy this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C U FRIENDS =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-29474404403885279?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/29474404403885279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/india-one-good-point-one-bad-point.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/29474404403885279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/29474404403885279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/india-one-good-point-one-bad-point.html' title='India: one good point one bad point'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TLsc6oE-yvI/AAAAAAAAAo0/b4hPLI8sYIY/s72-c/HPIM2401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-8265567321432120149</id><published>2010-10-10T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:56:40.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this one is for you Alfonso ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi there again =D =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I'm not gonna tell any story, for first time I'm writting just because I'm kinda bored and I feel like doing it. It's funny, last week I worked around 12 hours everyday, yesterday (Saturday) I worked too, today the same...I'm f****n tired, but you know, when you spend so many hours in the office eventhough you need to rest you want to do something so that you feel you didn't waste your day. This week I've watched a couple of movies, I came back to my favourite tv series, I played football and I even had time to have dinner with friends, and today, today I'm gonna have blog's night :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember when I was...15???...something like that...well, we had parties in our village and I was near the crashing cars park (lets call it like that, I don't know how to say it in english so I will add a picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://osbornef1.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/coches-de-choque.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 751px; height: 524px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Alfonso stoped his car and told me come here, I run to do so and some other car knocked me down...this is the first time I remember doing something with Alfonso. In the following years we have lived many things together, most of them as stupid and crazy as this knock down story. Now Alfonso lives in Slovenia, dude, I envy you so much...I want to be on erasmus with you there...whatever, I'm sure you're gonna rock it, and as I know you like my blog and you follow it I want to say that I also love yours...you read it and it is just you =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://esloveniaisnotspain.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have three friends on Erasmus...well, sure I have more, Asta for instance, but I mean I have three friends from my village. Fer, Hugo and Alfonso...it looks like we're gonna have to travel =S what a shame...&lt;br /&gt;looking on the bright side, I might live some stories to write here :P :P :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C u soon friends =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-8265567321432120149?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8265567321432120149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-one-is-for-you-alfonso.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/8265567321432120149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/8265567321432120149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-one-is-for-you-alfonso.html' title='this one is for you Alfonso ;)'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-1715604803779149167</id><published>2010-10-03T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:25:45.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparklin wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is there anyone???? Can you hear me??? This is great thing about blogs, maybe nobody will read this, but you can write it as if you had millions of readers. I think the point of blogs is to have a space where you can write whatever you want, I used to write for myself when I was younger, I have also writen to or about some other people, but this is different, and somehow I like it, in addition I can practice my english, so I think I'll keep updating this blog time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TKjJeigSnYI/AAAAAAAAAok/vWZ_rGrp3Fw/s1600/P1030096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TKjJeigSnYI/AAAAAAAAAok/vWZ_rGrp3Fw/s320/P1030096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523886469465415042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm gonna tell you  a funny story, before Camino de Santiago I was in Milan with some friends. Stepan showed us how to open a wine bottle with his shoe (picture attached). The first night he succeded doing it...but the second night...well, we didn't know it by that time but we had bought by mistake a bottle of sparkling wine. As you can imagine the top of this bottle is fixed much better, it is much stronger so that you does not open it by accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to try his opener shoe so we went to the street to try it. I was 15 minutes hiting the bottle against the wall and nothing happened, I felt like an asshole, so Stepan tried it...nothing...we kept hiting it like hell during half an hour. After that we came back to the hostel ashamed of our failure. There was this black guy in the reception, so I asked him if he had some opener, and he said...no. He was on fb and he didn't appear to be interested in helping us, but I tried to explain him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-You know, we wanted to open this, and we have a special style, we know this trick to open it with a shoe...but it does not work today. Could you give us at least a knife to open it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He came with us to the restaurant of the hostel and he discovered an opener, so he gave me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Cool, thanks so much dude...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I said so while opening the bottle, one turn, two...I pull the top and.................................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had never seen such a huge wine fountain...no kidding, at least 1 meter high...the bottle was on the bar and there was a lot of stuff there, so I said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-no No nO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and I tried to solve it, how??? puting my finger on the bottle hole...HUGE MISTAKE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was spreading the wine on the walls, on the floor, on the tablecloths (the tables were already prepared for the next breakfast).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From that moment the guy didn't say any single word, we were so ashamed, you know, it was just awkward...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We said sorry like 5 or 6 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He started washing up all the dishes (I spread also wine on the dishes) and we tried to clean everything with napkins. When we finished I gave him this table cloth totally red and wet of wine...I didn't know what to say, so I told him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-you know, if I were you I'd put salt on it, it is easier to clean it if you do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He didn't say a word, he was just starring at my eyes, so I added...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-My mother does it all the time when I spread wine on some clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think if that guy didn't kill me that night I will have a long life for sure =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Stepan and I said sorry again and good bye...now, when I remember it, I'm almost laughing, but that moment was so awkward!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To the point, if two stupid guys ruin your night with a wine fountain, just try to be nice, it is much better laughing with them than being angry...afterall the mess is not gonna dissapear, no matter how angry you get =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To that guy, if you read this...sorry dude, I didn't mean it, we didn't know it was sparkling wine...=S...and BE HAPPY MY FRIEND, EVERYTHING SEEMS BETTER WITH A SMILE IN YOUR FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More things about my life...well, I've been traveling a bit lately, and I've met many new people. I was in France and it was great, the firm I work for did this party and I was telling jokes (even in english)...it was so much fun =) =) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About this, I was a bit concerned because I think people does not take you serious when you are playing stupid all the time...after thinking on it a little bit I arrived to a conclusion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope people will never take me serious, LIFE IS GREAT LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, enough shit for today...see you in next stories!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jaimito =D =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-1715604803779149167?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1715604803779149167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/sparklin-wine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/1715604803779149167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/1715604803779149167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/sparklin-wine.html' title='Sparklin wine'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TKjJeigSnYI/AAAAAAAAAok/vWZ_rGrp3Fw/s72-c/P1030096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-4914032479395483687</id><published>2010-08-31T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:22:31.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 7 + day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10RBYT_lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qG8yRr09l4w/s1600/P1030454.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10QIianXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-GtzIrl7afo/s1600/P1030441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10QIianXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-GtzIrl7afo/s320/P1030441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511689339489918322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10Pp2AuMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3XnpqLjViRk/s1600/P1030442.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again =D&lt;div&gt;truth is I didn't fill my notebook last two days, so I'll write it now, it's not the same but I need to finish this trip =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finished day 6 I though the hard job was already done, mistake again, this looks like trip of mistakes :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part was still waiting for us, there were no more mountains, but Galicia is a mountain in itself, so all the time you need to go up and down, you have not finished going down and you are alredy going up again. We wanted the last day to be easy in order to have some time and strenght to see the city of Santiago, so we decided to cover more distance on day 7. It was really tough again, you know, for me it was like if km didn't pass...maybe I was already too tired, I don't know. The good thing is that when you go down in the forest, with stones and rocks everywhere it is really fun, dangerous and fun. From this point of view Pablo is much more crazy than I am, I've allways been a bit chicken, so sometimes when I saw that my bike spent more time in the air than on the ground I decided to slow down and Pablo had to wait for me. Anyhow it was damn fun. Once, one guy was following us, I was going down as fast as I could, I was leading the group and behind the turn there was a river with this small bridge made with stones, when i saw it I braked down and shauted CUIDADOOOOOOO...Pablo braked on time and the guy too, but you know, he was this close |---| to get into the river...I have to say that my evil side hoped it so much...jajajaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day we had lunch watching F1 (Fernando Alonso didn't brake on time :P) and we finished with a lot of effort the 80 Km we had planned. Then we watched football match (Real Madrid didn't succed neither) and slept the whole night long with Santiago waiting just 36 Km ahead of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now I remember something which happened on day's 5 night, we slept in hostel with a family, it was like 10 beds room and there was this whole noisy Spanish family. We went to bed around 8:30pm because we were really tired, they did so around 11. Well, they woke me up before at 9 because they needed to take some stuff before having dinner. Then, at 11 they came there, switched on the light and prepared themselves to sleep. By prepare themselves I mean that they went to toilet and when the first came back he said...I made the biggest shit ever...then every one who came from the toilet was shauting about the horrible smell of that guy's shit...Afterthat, before sleeping, they decided to tell some jokes, I was so pissed I told them shut up...but I think they didn't give a fuck because they continued laughing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you know the best part??? next morning they were talking about snoring or something and the oldest of them asked me...did you sleep well tonight??? I though...you gotta be kiding me...I just answered...so so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summary, I don't like Spanish people, I mean, in all hostels they were noisy and not educated people, foreigners (there were lots of germans) were much more kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I continue in the last day, this day we woke up after some other noisy Spanish night (these were people with education but still noisy), had breakfast and continued our way to Santiago, it was really close, but you know, when you are so close to the end every Km feels like 100...I don't know if you have had this feeling some time, but I felt it like that. There were many slopes too, but I managed to take some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one hórreo, typical construction in Galicia. It is meant to store food, they build it in high so that mouses and other animals can't take the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10OSLut9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/F1ElXMG9Qe8/s1600/P1030434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10OSLut9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/F1ElXMG9Qe8/s320/P1030434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511689307719382994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is monte do gozo, from this mountain you can see Santiago's cathedral, they say that pilgrims used to cry here after 1 month walking to Santiago (average time to cover the whole way walking). Nowadays you cannot see it because the city is much bigger =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10Pp2AuMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3XnpqLjViRk/s320/P1030442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511689331250608322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 384px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this document and in everyhostel they give you a stamp, so that when you arrive in Santiago you can prove you are pilgrim and they give you something like diploma which says that you've done it, they ask about your reason to make the trip and they only give you the "diploma" in case you have religion motivations to make it, that wasn't my reason, but you know...I wanted the diploma, so I finished my vacations with a small lie =( =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last day we took our bus at 9:30pm and I slept all the night, to be honest beers helped as they did with this bus from Riga to Vilnius on my bday. My advice, people, travelling by bus is boring, but if you are a bit drunk it's not that boring :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Santiago Cathedral, the end of my trip...I hope you liked what I wrote, thank you very much for reading me and hopefully soon I'll have some new adventure to tell...maybe camino de santiago walking??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10RBYT_lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qG8yRr09l4w/s1600/P1030454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10RBYT_lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qG8yRr09l4w/s320/P1030454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511689354748362322" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 384px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10Qls0rbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fXRVCAUe-pQ/s1600/P1030452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10Qls0rbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fXRVCAUe-pQ/s320/P1030452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511689347318197682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 384px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-4914032479395483687?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4914032479395483687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-7-day-8.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/4914032479395483687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/4914032479395483687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-7-day-8.html' title='day 7 + day 8'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH10QIianXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-GtzIrl7afo/s72-c/P1030441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-1063994728434664967</id><published>2010-08-31T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:15:50.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi there again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I write this lines from a tiny small village in Galicia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is nice, few houses here, only old people, nature and hills, lots of hills!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We already went through this mountain, it was 26Km of pain, it took us a bit more than 2 hours but again views and the freedom I felt up there made it worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I was up there and I just wanted to call you all, to tell yoy this is heaven, but finally I decided to keep it (selfish :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we though it was over, mistake, in Galicia you go up and down all the fucken time, so I think it ain't gonna be over untill we are back home :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is so so so so so so (1 millon so) beautifull, that I don't mind about hills anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story, today while having lunch we met this lets say 65 years old guy who is doing the same as us. Today he got lost in the mountains and he covered many km until he found the right way. He was alone and we invited him to join us having lunch. I've never seen anyone so exhausted, he was shaking and it was even difficult to speak for him, you know, he came without map, he told us he broke both knees so he can't walk (bike and swimming are the only sports he can practice). I just wanna say that when I'm his age I wanna have those big balls and do the same. Now we are concerned about him, I think it's dangerous for him to be alone without map...hope he'll be ok =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived in the village where I'm writting from, we met this ¡¡95!! years old woman, she was alone in the park where we wanted to fill our water bottles and she started speaking to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like 1 hour, at the beggining it was ok but she told us 3 times the same story. Anyway she was great taking into account her age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was surprised she spoke good spanish (some old people are anunderstandable in this region).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end we almost run because she didn't want to shut up, she just wanted to feed us. She offered me chorizo (she knew how to conquer me :P). I think I've got new friend, she told me that if we meet when she goes to Madrid she will invite me to have a coffe...jajajaja...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, it was nice experience too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again so many things I forget!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c u soon friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: this day I didn't sleep well because I step on a grave while visiting the graveyard and I was afraid =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps2: this is me in the top of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH1ovzgJedI/AAAAAAAAAGU/o5x2qP43FNY/s320/P1030406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511676689459542482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-1063994728434664967?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1063994728434664967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-6.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/1063994728434664967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/1063994728434664967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-6.html' title='day 6'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH1ovzgJedI/AAAAAAAAAGU/o5x2qP43FNY/s72-c/P1030406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-3748828182096968972</id><published>2010-08-31T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:11:23.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello there people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is me again xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything started where we left it yesterday, first thing in the morning we had to climb this mountain called "cruz de ferro" (it means iron cross, pictures attached).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH1QLd-glfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/h3gO_-pDZ5Q/s320/P1030334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511649676926948850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never seen such amazing views (liar, I have, but these were B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was kinda tough, and again the same mistake...we found another couple. I don't know why guys who travel with their gf when they see us they want to show us how fast them and their girlfriends are...the result??? Again the same, first 4Km of mountain she was pretty ok, we saw them all the time like from 20m distance , then she died...when I passed her she was almost stoped and the asshole continued without her, luckely world is fair (sometimes) and in the end of the slope the asshole stopped and continued walking because he wasn't able neither to follow his own rithm. My conclussion, I promise if sometime I do this with my gf I won't be such an asshole, and if I change my mind at least I'll kick her so that she falls and she cannot follow me anymore...come on dude, if you do something (good or bad) you gotta do it well =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's post is about human beings and how mean we can be. I have another one. Yesterday night we slept in the hostel (7€ each in the 4 people room). Pablo and me were alone in the room, that means there were 2 extra places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was trying to fall sleep I heared by the window how 2 guys arrived. They said they had broken the bike and it took some time to fix it, so they couldn't arrive before (it was like 10pm). They asked if there were some extra places and the guy said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-We are almost full, I only have a double room for 44€.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WTF?????????????DUDE, WE WERE ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't understand people, those poor guys found another hostel for 5€, but anyway that was one of the worst things I've ever seen. It was bloody difficult to get up there, and it was cold, and if you wanted to continue to the next village you had to reach 1500m high in 7Km. People are bad, I can understand things, but come on, for 30€ difference you cannot do this to these poor guys!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today we met them, and they were really sympatic. We joined them some Km but they are clearly faster than us :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now my trip, today 79Km again, we are near the most difficult mountain of the path, everything is green here, really nice, you can see some pics :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH1QL4D_ObI/AAAAAAAAAGM/I5wVsA-LVhU/s1600/P1030340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH1QL4D_ObI/AAAAAAAAAGM/I5wVsA-LVhU/s320/P1030340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511649683929250226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not as exhausted as I was yesterday, so hopefully we'll make it tomorrow with a lot of effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We talk with people all the time, this is cool, but I feel I'm not able to write it, you know, there are so many details, so many things that happen everyday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know, you just need to be here to feel it =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Write you tomorrow people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-3748828182096968972?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3748828182096968972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/3748828182096968972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/3748828182096968972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH1QLd-glfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/h3gO_-pDZ5Q/s72-c/P1030334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-4693679163115700664</id><published>2010-08-31T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:53:57.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My fourth journey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today Pablo joined me, well, yesterday in the afternoon to be precise. He didn't want to miss my demonstration of stupidness loosing my wallet. I still wanna shaut when I remember those 15 minutes until I found it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today the journey was tough again, it wasn't supposed to be that hard but it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, we didn't want to do it through the road because it was big one and we are young to die :P, so we took another way through the mountains. It was 10 Km extra and it was all the time going up and down the hills. We found a couple in our way, I think the guy wanted to impress us or something, so he was going a bit fast, after 5 minutes I told Pablo that this rithm was too fast for me, after 10 minutes we had to go up the hill and his wife wasn't able to follow him anymore...GOOD JOB ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He really impressed us, but the result was him and his wife 10 minutes after us at the top of the hill and our legs more tired with no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We wanted to have lunch in astorga and afterwards cover the last 20 Km, finally we decided to have lunch at our goal, huge mistake!!!!!!!!!!!!!! During those 20 Km we had to overcome a slope which leaded us from 800m high to 1200m high. We had face wind, a really strong one. Summarizing, it took almost 2 hours to make it and Pablo was as exhausted as I was (That makes me happy because today was his first journey and that means that I recover pretty well at nights).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pfffffffffffff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, I'll explain, what I wrote here is crazy and I don't think I wanna share with everyone, so I'll rewrite it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again a long story in few words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I AM CRAZY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jejejejejejejejeje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Truth is that for me (as for many people) there are two paths, one is the actual one, I have fun, I think about the bike, it is adventure...etc. But there is a second path, a path inside myself, and somehow I made both through =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;enough crap for today... see you all in my crazy world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps: Today I broke 3 (not 1, not 2....3!!!!!!) air chambers of my wheels. I don't have any extra more. It seems someone up there does not like me so much :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps2: I forgot it, but I'll add it now...in the middle of the country, 6 km far from the closest city we found this hipie guy, he gives drinks for free to people, you can give him some money if you wanna help but it's free =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I drunk two natural juices and lemonade...people are even crazier than I am...I love them!!!!!! I attache picture of his "store"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when we left he told us...have a good life guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH0-_x9FuRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-u0Z78t5u78/s1600/P1030324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH0-_x9FuRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-u0Z78t5u78/s320/P1030324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511630784433600786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-4693679163115700664?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4693679163115700664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/4693679163115700664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/4693679163115700664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-4.html' title='day 4'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH0-_x9FuRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-u0Z78t5u78/s72-c/P1030324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-6680926682903534896</id><published>2010-08-31T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:07:39.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 + Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two days without writting and it feels like a month. So many things have happened, and so damn fast. I think this is somehow like my real life, everything changes everyother day :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started my second journey at 7:30 am, I knew from the beggining that I had to cover many Km, I planned to cover 110Km, I didn't know whether I was gonna be able or not, but I wanted to know from the very first moment that it was gonna be tough, bloddy tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, if you know that what is waiting for you is hard, then when things get difficult you are not surprised, and it helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First 60 Km were Ok, then I decided to have lunch. I asked in a village and they told me to go to the next village to a house where they offer a nice menu. Come on, it was A-W-E-S-O-M-E...when I arrived the girl who was there told me to sit in a table, she brought a bottle of wine and a bottle of water and she asked what I wanted to eat, she said there is not menu, she just cooks what people want. I told her, ok, maybe a salat and some meat. There are not enough words in the world to say how amazing it was, the pictures speak by themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH00vz1ul0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/nkGKaWDsSh0/s1600/P1030297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH00vz1ul0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/nkGKaWDsSh0/s320/P1030297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511619514945410882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH00vQ2nxZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ftoGUmLqaEM/s1600/P1030296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH00vQ2nxZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ftoGUmLqaEM/s320/P1030296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511619505553917330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH00vDBDk5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/sc_0JkpxfB4/s1600/P1030295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH00vDBDk5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/sc_0JkpxfB4/s320/P1030295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511619501839586194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With that lunch and some rest I decided to start the tough part of the day. I divided the map in 4 parts and I scheduled one hour for each part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got on the bike and I saw three guys, by that time didn't know so, but they were my three guard angels. I even don't know their names, but for sure without them I had never achieved my goal. i was kinda bored, I had singed, I had talked with myself (at least in 3 languages). This was time to socialize. I asked. Do you mind if I go some Km with you??? Of course they didn't, so I joined them. Dude, they were so bloody fast, we covered 15 Km in 30 minutes, I was exhausted, but 15Km closer to my goal and half hour ahead schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Picture of my angels when they left me to have lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH00wNmjUrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7kpLWyhuUS0/s1600/P1030298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH00wNmjUrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7kpLWyhuUS0/s320/P1030298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511619521861079730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Worth to mention that villages were really nice, everytime I passed through some village it was like a breath of fresh air, eventhough I was really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After I left my angels I had 20 Km through the country without any village, the floor was like if a potatoes track had been throwing potatoes all along the way. There was no tree, it was like desert...pffffffffffff I don't wanna remember it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After I passed through this potatoes path (we'll call it like this :P) I was really close to my goal, but too tired, so I decided to sleep some 10 minutes in a park, afterwards I don't know how I found the strength to continue, anyhow I made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I arrived in the hostel located in the village I wanted to get (Terradillos de los templarios)...and surprise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hostel with swimming pool!!!!!!!!! It was great!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, not that great, I was in this 4 people room with a couple, we were just 3, they had dinner somewhere and then they came back. I was assleep but they woke me up, anyway I pretended being assleep. (big mistake)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They were talking and then one gave massage to the other, they were saying something like, yes, there, a little up...ooooooooohhhhhhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trust me, I wanted to die in that moment, I wanted to jump from the window or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the guy said " I love you and I like loving you". I made a big effort to avoid a loud laugh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the girl said "next time we make love we will see fireworks"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was hoping, please noooooooo...not now...I'm afraid of fireworks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think they didn't make it, but after those sentences I think I have diabetes. Too much sweet for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next day, meant today I "only" needed to cover 70 Km before lunch in order to have lunch at Sara's place in León. I was singing a lot and telling myself there was not pain. But I made it!!!!!!! Yuhuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bad news, I didn't rest because today Pablo joined me and we decided to visit Leon with Sara. Worse news, I lost my wallet with EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good news, it was in a bar and the witter keept it and gave it back to me...pfffffffffff...I think it was worst 15 minutes of the year!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm such an asshole, this things allways happen to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is difficult to tell here everything I feel, summary: I suffered, I didn't give up, I know myself better (still asshole) and I definitely feel that somehow I'm not alone, this is weird, actually I've never been religious guy, but being alone I didn't feel so alone, I felt you all friends were there with me (yes, I'm crazy, damn crazy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c u soon people!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-6680926682903534896?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6680926682903534896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2-day-3.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/6680926682903534896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/6680926682903534896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2-day-3.html' title='Day 2 + Day 3'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH00vz1ul0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/nkGKaWDsSh0/s72-c/P1030297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-7394835455621792041</id><published>2010-08-31T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:59:45.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyday, when I arrived in the hostel I wrote in a notebook what I lived that day. I'll try to write more or less the same, somethings of course I'm gonna delete (because I'm damn crazy) and other things I'm gonna add because I forgot to write in that time =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I started Lada adventure II, better known as "camino de santiago". Guys, I'd like you to be here to see how cool this is. I'll start describing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long story in few words, you walk, or ride your bike, or your horse, from one village to another. In villages and cities some people have "hostels" in their own houses and you can sleep there. ¿Price? It's up to you, they are volunteers and you decide how much money you wanna give to help them. (this is not true everywhere, but when I wrote it I though so).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Usually volunteer people are really nice people, and from the very beggining I felt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I started in Burgos, a city with really nice cathedral, and this was the only picture of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH0m408SsKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-cFTulW5FCc/s1600/P1030263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH0m408SsKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-cFTulW5FCc/s320/P1030263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511604276697411746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In few Km I realised that brakes of my bike were broken, lets say they braked too much...like all the time :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stoped after 11 Km and while trying to fix them a guy came, he told me he is volunteer and he has this hostel, he tried to help me but we weren't able to fix it, so he told me to come back to Burgos to the bike store, ok I had to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11+11=22Km? NOOOOOOOOOOOO 11+11=0 Km&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;=) I was still in Burgos =S =S =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made it to the bike store and they told me: In a couple of days it will be fixed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told him, well, could be a bit faster?? you know, in a couple of days I'm suppossed to be in leon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He answered, ok, you are pilgrim...then...1 hour would work for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People are nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They fixed it and I came back to this hostel. 11+11+11=11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's pretty late, so I'll spend here the evening and sleep here. tomorrow double journey and everything is gonna be all right. Things didn't work out as I expected but this is adventure anyway, I'm on vacations and nothing can get me pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll choose an idiom I love for todays day. "Si la vida te da la espalda tócale el culo" (If life turns back you touch its butt)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon mates =D =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-7394835455621792041?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7394835455621792041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-1.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/7394835455621792041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/7394835455621792041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH0m408SsKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-cFTulW5FCc/s72-c/P1030263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-1550117171413578029</id><published>2010-08-31T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:00:54.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH0XxXKPuiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aAUgML1tsbY/s1600/frances.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH0XxXKPuiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aAUgML1tsbY/s320/frances.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511587655769373218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This blog was meant to tell friends about our Lada adventure, as you know I'm kinda crazy guy and I decided to do another similar trip this summer, well, it's not that crazy, it's called camino de santiago and many people does it. I did it with the bike, and I can totally recommend it to everyone. Cheap vacations, in nature, meeting people, visiting new places...and safe!!!!!!!!!!!!! (this safe part is the one I'm not proud of :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This way to Santiago is a way that pilgrims have done for a lot of centuries in order to visit the grave of  Santiago "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sanctus Iacobus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" and clean their sins. I'm not expert on this topic, but if someone is interested on knowing more you can find information on wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Way_of_St._James"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Way_of_St._James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll tell what this way means for me, for me it means meeting a lot of nice people who are willing to help pilgrimgs, since nowadays it's a touristic path and many people are doing it, it means a way to make money for people in villages, however many of them want not only to make money but also to help pilgrims who walk long distances and need a cheap and hot meal and some bed to rest. During the path you can find many free hostels, yes free, some of them are paid by regional gouvernments, other are christian asotiations (nuns or monks) and some few are just volunteer people. Of course they accept donations, so you usually expend like 5 € sleeping there. There are also many private hostels with nice people who like helping pilgrims and by the way getting some money. There aren't expensive neither, so you really can have cheap vacations in nice tinny small villages surrounded by kind people. Moreover you practice sport and try to reach the end over all trouble you will for sure find during your way. For me it sounds like best plan ever. But maybe I didn't make the point clear, if for some reason in the end you cannot make it to Santiago it does not matter, because the path is not in the end, the path is the path by itself. There is a poem about the path I'll copy here. Translation is mine, so sorry if there is something wrong :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo más hermoso de los sueños se encuentra en el camino que lleva hasta ellos.&lt;br /&gt;Lo más hermoso de los sueños es soñar.&lt;br /&gt;Si, más tarde, la vida tiene a bien hacer realidad tu sueño, agradéceselo y disfruta de esa realidad. Si no, agradéceselo también, sabiendo que te llevas en tu corazón la mejor parte de todo el proceso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful of dreams is on the road leading to them&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful of dreams is to dream.&lt;br /&gt;If, later, life gives you the present of making your dream true, say thanks and enjoy that fact, otherwise say thanks too, knowing that you carry in your heart the best part of dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;About my way, I made it from Burgos, I couldn't start in the beggining because we didn't have enough vacations, anyway, it was around 550 Km and I think i had enough :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-1550117171413578029?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1550117171413578029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/1550117171413578029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/1550117171413578029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-adventure.html' title='new adventure'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/TH0XxXKPuiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aAUgML1tsbY/s72-c/frances.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-3412759435491708486</id><published>2009-06-26T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:01:55.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>END =)</title><content type='html'>well, i'll start from the begining, after other great Polish diner we decided to depart to the beach in the south of France. By the way, before Jorge's departure we painted the car, I attach some pictures. During our trip by France something sounded like pummmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Fer: I don't have oil pressure.&lt;br /&gt;oooo ooo...so we stopped and the car did not run anymore. The oil bomb did not turn, neither the fuel bomb and the delco, so the engine was death =(&lt;br /&gt;we were in a private highway in France and we had to put the car out of there, at the beginning I though about runing but maybe Marius could have some problems, so we paid a wrecker and we left our lovely car in a scrapyard =(&lt;br /&gt;Then we toke a train to Avignon where we slept in a park...again...jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting night, but by the time we were quite tired and the people there were a little strange. Next day by bus to Barcelona   (my first time in that city) and then we rented a car to come back home. Yesterday I arrived home, this morning normal life, talk with my project director, look for a job, talk about phd (yes, I am thinking about studying phd) and come back to old things.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel that my Erasmus finished, I just want to say thank you to everyone who shared with me this year. I do not like to say names because for sure I'll forget someone, but I have to so thanks to all my neighbours, to my Czech and Slovak friends (guys, I became a little Czech after this year), to Krisi, to Elena, Natalia and Cristina, to Marcos and Sarita, to Faik (finally we did not meet in Krakow fucker :P), to all Spanish and Portugues friends, to waterparties (porque me encanta radiohead :P), of course to Tomas, Marius, Asta and all mentors, to all of you friends, thank you one thousand times =) (and sorry because I did not put all names of really good friends I did this year)&lt;br /&gt;See you soon, without Lada but &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkTTgo7x6nI/AAAAAAAAACk/uE3WMEFFvM0/s1600-h/P1020661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkTTgo7x6nI/AAAAAAAAACk/uE3WMEFFvM0/s320/P1020661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351634814920419954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see you =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkTTh4wPmyI/AAAAAAAAADE/saeJA6mnXcI/s1600-h/P1020668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkTTh4wPmyI/AAAAAAAAADE/saeJA6mnXcI/s320/P1020668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351634836346870562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkTTg6cWnhI/AAAAAAAAACs/MbB5aRiakJI/s1600-h/P1020665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkTTg6cWnhI/AAAAAAAAACs/MbB5aRiakJI/s320/P1020665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351634819620445714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkTThdgB7EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bJhIYOglMLY/s1600-h/P1020666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkTThdgB7EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bJhIYOglMLY/s320/P1020666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351634829031107650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkTThELVWAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OEc8a8NP5eI/s1600-h/P1020667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkTThELVWAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OEc8a8NP5eI/s320/P1020667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351634822233413634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-3412759435491708486?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3412759435491708486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/end.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/3412759435491708486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/3412759435491708486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/end.html' title='END =)'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkTTgo7x6nI/AAAAAAAAACk/uE3WMEFFvM0/s72-c/P1020661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-5786186587561865723</id><published>2009-06-23T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:56:04.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>near France!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello again  =)&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are in a McDonalds in Bern, it means really close to our goal :P&lt;br /&gt;Bern is a really nice city, one of the best in my opinion. I was in love with Tallin but now I decided to cheat with Bern :P&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got totally drunk because a Polish guy asked me if I wanted to drink Vodka in the old comunsit way, we all did it; well this way means to drink Vodka in the waterr glass&lt;br /&gt;This days we are sleeping in Bern in Piotr's uncle place, we have Sauna, free Vodka and nice company =)&lt;br /&gt;Jorge already left the expedition, because he had to take a plane to Spain to spend some days in the beach with his girlfriend. it was a pleasure to be with you in this trip Jorge.&lt;br /&gt;The night before we slept in our friend's place, Miguel Gasca. This guy gave me a lot of Vodka ahoj (regards to German girls :P) and I got drunk again (I start to think that I have a problem)&lt;br /&gt;The night before was one of te best, we stopped in Germany near a Motel, and the price was only 190€ for four people!!!!!!!!Awesome!!!!!!!!So, we decided to sleep in the parking of the motel, the guys slept in the car and I slept on the floor with the sleeping bag (thanks Marcos, the sleeping bag was really usefull)&lt;br /&gt;I attach pictures of everything...I really wanted to write more, but everything is too fast and I don't have internete conexion so often =)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we go to France and in a couple of days we'll be in Madrid!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we have a Bearing fucked up and now it is really hard to hear each other speaking (the bearing sounds more than us :P)&lt;br /&gt;Lots of kisses and regards to everyone&lt;br /&gt;Jaimito&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkEIT4vJKGI/AAAAAAAAACc/peZqXiGbpDA/s1600-h/DSC02618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkEIT4vJKGI/AAAAAAAAACc/peZqXiGbpDA/s320/DSC02618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350566970033514594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkEGgmTRpsI/AAAAAAAAACM/lCZ29cTwDhQ/s1600-h/P1020647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkEGgmTRpsI/AAAAAAAAACM/lCZ29cTwDhQ/s320/P1020647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350564989399836354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-5786186587561865723?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5786186587561865723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/near-france.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/5786186587561865723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/5786186587561865723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/near-france.html' title='near France!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SkEIT4vJKGI/AAAAAAAAACc/peZqXiGbpDA/s72-c/DSC02618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-7159532204838913106</id><published>2009-06-20T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:18:11.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Showers in Československo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After one night in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Československo (Checoslovaquia, Czechoslovakia) (Actually Slovakia) we have found several things that were surprisingly strange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;First of all, things are extremelly cheap! we ate yesterday in a roadside-bar for 7 euros each and we finished completelly full. Halft litre of beer cost 75 cents and a Student menu in McDonnals are for 3 tiny euros! That means that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Československo has passed to be one of the desired countries to live! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Secondly, the h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ostel woke up th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;is morning playing a strange noice remembering wall drilling. This disgusting noice made us to wake up 30 minutes before the expected time. Once we woke up, we tried to have a shower but we found the VIRTUAL SHOWER. we dont really know how to deal with them (we will post a photo later on). Those curious showers sound like if they work but there is no way to understand where the water is going to! If we discover where the water is gone we will write it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now it is time to walk around Bratislava and continue to Wien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;See you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sj54-JNyhZI/AAAAAAAAACE/HwnFNX7LuWM/s1600-h/P1020559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sj54-JNyhZI/AAAAAAAAACE/HwnFNX7LuWM/s320/P1020559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349846416383706514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-7159532204838913106?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7159532204838913106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/virtual-showers-in-ceskoslovensko.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/7159532204838913106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/7159532204838913106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/virtual-showers-in-ceskoslovensko.html' title='Virtual Showers in Československo'/><author><name>Jorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06336651810884160331</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sj54-JNyhZI/AAAAAAAAACE/HwnFNX7LuWM/s72-c/P1020559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-4030582558497164228</id><published>2009-06-19T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:01:42.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red light :P</title><content type='html'>Well, since first day in Warsaw we can see in the car one big red light. We decided to call it the light of everything is right (la luz de todo va bien), this light is helping us everytime we have some doubts about the car, even about the way to follow...if the light of everything is right is switched on it means that everything is right.&lt;br /&gt;I upload a picture of that light which is helping us so much.&lt;br /&gt;From Krakow, Jaimito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sjw0pS3g86I/AAAAAAAAAB8/kVj4v37SN2c/s1600-h/P1020434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sjw0pS3g86I/AAAAAAAAAB8/kVj4v37SN2c/s320/P1020434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349208341453271970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-4030582558497164228?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4030582558497164228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-light-p.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/4030582558497164228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/4030582558497164228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-light-p.html' title='Red light :P'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sjw0pS3g86I/AAAAAAAAAB8/kVj4v37SN2c/s72-c/P1020434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-1303947701728700288</id><published>2009-06-19T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:39:09.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poland almost over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sjwg5LbFc2I/AAAAAAAAABs/7E49qrOaJFI/s1600-h/P1020440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sjwg5LbFc2I/AAAAAAAAABs/7E49qrOaJFI/s320/P1020440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349186624100332386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello once again =)))))&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to say that we are in Krakow and we are departing to Bratislava in few hours.&lt;br /&gt;This is my second time in Krakow, and the more I know the city the more I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went on party and it was really fun!!!!!!!!! I was dancing with Polish girl, and I don't know why I told her I am Lithuanian. Yes, I am stupid, and drunk, but not Lithuanian!!!!!! The girls was quite surprised, because my pronunciation is not Lithuanian at all. Anyway it was funny. In the morning I almost die, because we forgot the papers of the car, so I decided to come back and I parked in a forbiden place near hostel, it was in front of the town hall. In 10 seconds I had one policeman telling me things in Polish. Piotr was with me and the others were going to the hostel to take the papers, Piotr pretended he does not speak Polish and I was trying to tell to the guy in my Czech that the guys will come with papers. Stirri kamarada, dva here, dva papers...hahahaha...and then, prosim nie zloti, student, nie penalty prosim...Finally he saw that I was not going to give him money in hand and he also saw my surname and started to laugh and said...hahahaha...speedy gonzalez. Come on, go away. So everything fine. We already fixed the brakes, so now it is possible to brake without spinning. We also broke a wheel in the way between Warzsaw and Krakow, we put the extra wheel and yesterday we bought a wheel for 50 Zloti (around 12 euro), so I think everything is all right.&lt;br /&gt;Much more funny things happened during the way, but I don't have space, neither time to tell everything, furthermore i don't remember everything :P&lt;br /&gt;Sumarizing, Poland was great and we really enjoyed a lot, the car is still working and now we will not stop so much tim&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sjwg5YXQgoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zc5Uj4VwfU8/s1600-h/P1020545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sjwg5YXQgoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zc5Uj4VwfU8/s320/P1020545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349186627573940866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e in everyplace, so maybe next time will be from Austria or from Germany or even from Switzerland...who nows  =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna upload the pictures tonight, now I don't have time  =)&lt;br /&gt;See you everybody, kind regards...hugs for guys and million Kisses for girls ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-1303947701728700288?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1303947701728700288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/poland-almost-over.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/1303947701728700288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/1303947701728700288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/poland-almost-over.html' title='Poland almost over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sjwg5LbFc2I/AAAAAAAAABs/7E49qrOaJFI/s72-c/P1020440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-6319392992914232138</id><published>2009-06-16T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:31:12.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warsaw, breaks fucked up, awesome food, awesome girls =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SjgbsJvo5QI/AAAAAAAAABk/rmOnP-hlH60/s1600-h/P1020371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SjgbsJvo5QI/AAAAAAAAABk/rmOnP-hlH60/s320/P1020371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348055002846389506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;Fernando is brushing his teeth next to me, maybe I should do the same....turururururu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent two awesome days in Piotr's granpas place. Awesome food and from the very first moment we all felt like at home. I am thinking about living here forever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warzsawa...mmmmmmm. It was a surprise for me, because many people told me that this city is worse than Krakow, even some people told me that it does not have anything interesting. Well, my opinion is completely diferent, I like the city, I like its historical center, I like how big it looks, so nice city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car trip was good, quite long but really good. Our departure from Vilnius was around 6:00 am, and we were in Warzsawa at lunch time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the trip we stopped in many villages, but my Lithuanian is not enoughgood to find a place where we could drink a coffe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Labas, prasome kavine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather so so, first day was perfect, really sunny day and much warmer than my whole year in Vilnius but today rain came back. I think I am carrying the bad weather with m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e, so be prepared in Spain because in 2 weeks you will have snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also havfe a problem. Only one of the front wheels is breaking properly, we tryed to fix it here but it is not possible. Tomorrow we'll try to repair it in mechanic if the price is cheap, otherwise we'll try not to break so much :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it is possible we'll go to Krakow tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far that's all. I hope you all are enjoying whenever you are the same than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon. I'll try to write from Krakow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: we are going to do a fan site of calcedonia adverticement in facebook, Fernando has some kind of animal behavior and in Poland if you are a little, lets say strange, you can have in your car something like "wo super" =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Sjgbr6gUePI/AAAAAAAAABc/cO3og2uy_QY/s320/P1020271.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348054998755604722" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SjgbrjeIoZI/AAAAAAAAABU/wbufDIQ1owo/s320/P1020263.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348054992572424594" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-6319392992914232138?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6319392992914232138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/warsaw-breaks-fucked-up-awesome-food.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/6319392992914232138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/6319392992914232138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/warsaw-breaks-fucked-up-awesome-food.html' title='Warsaw, breaks fucked up, awesome food, awesome girls =)'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SjgbsJvo5QI/AAAAAAAAABk/rmOnP-hlH60/s72-c/P1020371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-9004056876665081897</id><published>2009-06-14T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:37:22.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;here we are!!!!&lt;br /&gt;we already did the first trip km and I already have a lot of histories!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Water and I departed from Vilnius after going to airport with Nata and Crispi =)&lt;br /&gt;During this journey I drove between 80 and 100 km/h; problems started because how I am, I mean. If you know me, you know that I am this kind of guy who is worried about everything, and when i say worried I mean really worried =) I started to hear strange sounds all the time, so I started to have blood in my nouse, and also when I say blood I mean a lot of blood =(&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived to Riga there was trafic jam, and the car started to overheat a little, that was the moment when I found out that the fan is not working. Problem number 1. It was kind of funny, because the warmer the car, the whiter my face.&lt;br /&gt;Then we planned to pick them up in the airport, and guess......................again traffic jam!!!!!!!!! In the highway!!!!!!!!No way, Sara says that I was white, then purpure, then yellow, then red...and then I decided to switch off the car and wait there. People were starring at us like...poor guys, they broke this piece of shit...Damn them!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I was able to restart the car, I went as soon as possible to the firs outway...ok, not out but in...yes, I drove in counter-direction 50m!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then I met them in the center and they had a surprise, well, more than one!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;1. the diode dance (I attach video)&lt;br /&gt;2. we have a rubbick cube&lt;br /&gt;3. we have a notebook trip&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we came back and Piotr drove. Quite faster, between 90 and 110km/h but still ok.&lt;br /&gt;We went to trakai because Sara was in love with these Vistiena Kibinai and she wanted to eat one, it was matter of life for her =)&lt;br /&gt;Then Limoo party, I got totally drunk, Jorge too ;) and we enjoy a lot. Today Vilnius with trolleybus penalty included (funny history, maybe I'll write it all in next days) and in few hours we are leaving to Warsaw.&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to fix the fan right now.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with the car, but people are planning to drug me in order to shut me up because I am fucking pain in the ass to everybody. I am allways afraid :P&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll not have bloody nouse anymore in this trip and we'll enjoy a lot =)&lt;br /&gt;Next stop Warsaw, see you there and I hope with the rubbik cube already solved!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2225d028b612c0d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2225d028b612c0d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329931896%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AD2464FB7F249B4D39CA8C82B55D458AA9FA93F.213B0FC302EC628A81D1CA5BE59D77288A2CA760%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2225d028b612c0d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwBUE-DNr4EQ975ypEBI5eaPnZ2g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2225d028b612c0d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329931896%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AD2464FB7F249B4D39CA8C82B55D458AA9FA93F.213B0FC302EC628A81D1CA5BE59D77288A2CA760%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2225d028b612c0d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwBUE-DNr4EQ975ypEBI5eaPnZ2g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-9004056876665081897?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2225d028b612c0d7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/9004056876665081897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/9004056876665081897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/9004056876665081897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-we-go.html' title='here we go!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-6658687509229754786</id><published>2009-06-09T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:16:58.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Волжский автомобильный завод</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Si5RYtI5CZI/AAAAAAAAABE/2TELvvyHTa0/s1600-h/Dibujo69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Si5RYtI5CZI/AAAAAAAAABE/2TELvvyHTa0/s320/Dibujo69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345299292610955666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we start.&lt;br /&gt;Friday 12th, in the morning Sara and I are planning to go to Riga to pick up Fernando, Piotr and Jorge. We gotta check many things, oil level, antifreezer level, tires pressure...etc. I am so excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will be great.&lt;br /&gt;The idea is arriving to riga around 8:00 pm and spend there the night, then we'll come back in the next morning to Vilnius, where we'll spend the last erasmus days.&lt;br /&gt;I think that if I don't break the car in this first trip, I'll be more confident about our chances of succes.&lt;br /&gt;The way from Vilnius to riga takes around 300 km, lets say 600 the roundtrip, I'll take some picture in Riga and I'll upload here, so that I can have a picture in every city I visit with the Lada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to tell you something. My Lada is not Lada anymore, actually it never was. The real name of the car is VAZ.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this name can be familiar if you are from east of Europe or if you really have some information about this Russian cars, otherwise it will seem like I was lying three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Lada comes from the group AUTOVAZ (in Russian «АвтоВАЗ»), which before was only VAZ (ВАЗ, Волжский автомобильный завод, &lt;i&gt;Volzhski Automobillni Zavod&lt;/i&gt;); so, if you take a look in the papers of the car you will see that the real name of the car is VAZ 2103 =)&lt;br /&gt;VAZ is still building their cars, the factory is a big complex in the Volga centras region, maybe you knew them because their most famous model, it is the well known Lada Niva, this car is quite spread around the world and its new models are s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Si5RYgy0E6I/AAAAAAAAABM/LUgoL3psRoM/s1600-h/IsaacG_88LadaNiva_RR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Si5RYgy0E6I/AAAAAAAAABM/LUgoL3psRoM/s320/IsaacG_88LadaNiva_RR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345299289297130402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;till being built, anyway you can easily see in the road a Lada Niva from 80's because this car has two things. The first is a huge gas consumption and the second is that it is strong like hell.&lt;br /&gt;See you soon friends, and I hope see you with my car still working after first real trip Km =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-6658687509229754786?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6658687509229754786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/6658687509229754786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/6658687509229754786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Волжский автомобильный завод'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/Si5RYtI5CZI/AAAAAAAAABE/2TELvvyHTa0/s72-c/Dibujo69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-637911526047887659</id><published>2009-05-30T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:24:58.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first trips, first crash, shower with shoes and more :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SiHHit-GlGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q03T2GhzzO0/s1600-h/P1020081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SiHHit-GlGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q03T2GhzzO0/s320/P1020081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341770032307672162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After purchase, did we use the car?&lt;br /&gt;well, my first idea was not to use it to much, because I don't want to burn it before my friends come. But of course it is really cool to have a car here. Our first "excursion" was to akropolis. Elena, Radek, Water, Cristina and me. Five brave people in the old Lada, by the way Elena was more brave than others and as you can see in the pictures she was not afraid of driving the Lada :P&lt;br /&gt;I have also gone to Europos Parkas with Sara, Cristina and Sara's parents. It was, so far, the longest trip of the car.&lt;br /&gt;Other day Marius and I went by Lada on hurry to take s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SiHHh-rGIuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/S6qXQhMUKUc/s1600-h/P1020086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SiHHh-rGIuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/S6qXQhMUKUc/s320/P1020086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341770019611484898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ome architecture stuff for Marius, we only had 20 minutos to go to the center before they closed the store, so we drove it like Fernando Alonso in a Russian Car (by the way, for sure better than McLaren or Renault)&lt;br /&gt;Today I wen to airport with Czech girls to pick up more Czech girls. Ahoy, Dobri dien, jiek sa mash? :P&lt;br /&gt;I love Czech Republic and their people =)&lt;br /&gt;Sumarizing, I did almost 150 km and the car is still alive...more or less...&lt;br /&gt;ok, once, when I came back home, I decided to park it between a car and a Van, in front of dormitory. Of course I did not want to crash with the Van, so I decided to crash with the car...:P&lt;br /&gt;not to crash, but to go closer...and maybe, somehow...I crashed it a little bit. It was nothing for my car, but these new cars are shit, so I screwed a bit its paint. The worst thing is that the owner of the car was inside. This girl was really pissed of my behavior, and she wanted to call police. Lucky me, she spoke English&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SiHHiAOk11I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6KolJ3R14Ic/s1600-h/P1020090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SiHHiAOk11I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6KolJ3R14Ic/s320/P1020090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341770020028733266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, so finally she became a normal person and I was able to talk to her, so we filled the insurance papers and everything was great. By the way, that chick was kind of hot...mmmm... :P&lt;br /&gt;So this is the history of how I crash my Lada ;)&lt;br /&gt;Now, shame on me...&lt;br /&gt;see you soon friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: this is not about Lada, but I have to tell eveybody that last week Sara had shower without putting off her shoes =)))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-637911526047887659?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/637911526047887659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-trips-first-crash-shower-with.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/637911526047887659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/637911526047887659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-trips-first-crash-shower-with.html' title='first trips, first crash, shower with shoes and more :P'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/SiHHit-GlGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q03T2GhzzO0/s72-c/P1020081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-2496709974184450138</id><published>2009-05-23T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:48:40.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The purchase (La compra)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/ShfFrtYH1vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/o4_4cYAYxEM/s1600-h/CIMG0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/ShfFrtYH1vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/o4_4cYAYxEM/s320/CIMG0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338953237976831730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I said one day I started to look for the car, it is really easy, we just went to autogidas.lt and then we did not understand anything :P GOOD BLESS GOOGLE TRANSLATOR =)&lt;br /&gt;Also Marius was an unpayable help to me, because he was making all the calls (even when my Lithuanian is not so bad, I already now how to say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good bye&lt;/span&gt;") and also coming with me to see the cars.&lt;br /&gt;There are many cars between 500 and 1000 Lt, after several unsuccesfull calls finally we found one Lada with all papers, without any mechanical problem and with insurance. The owner was supossed to be an old guy, so everything seemed perfect =)&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Stepan, Marius and I went to see that car, It was in the other fucken corner of Vilnius, we toke a trolleybus to Stotis (40 min) and then a bus in Stotis to that Village in the sourrondings of Vilnius (other 40 min). The wife and the son of the old guy were waiting for us in the bus stop with his BMW, he was this kind of chandal guy from Kaunas :P with some gold stuff in his hands and neck and with a huge sound equipment in the car. He was also shaking all the time, so I am not sure if he was not on drugs :P&lt;br /&gt;We arrive to that place and he showed us the car, Stepan and I went also under the car and we were checking how its down looked. Of course they can steal us, but at least we can try to avoid this posibility. We discovered that we has a little oil flowing from transmission, so we told them. The kaunas guy called to his father and they said that if we wanted the car they could fix it.&lt;br /&gt;It was also a little corrosion under the car and I was really afraid of that, so I toke some pictures to ask the expert (Fernando :P). When I sent the pictures he told me that it's not so deep so It is not that big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Next day we called more people, but it was allways the same, I don't have technical inspection, or you gotta fix this or that...bla bla bla...so I decided to buy the first Lada I saw :D&lt;br /&gt;We met the shaking guy a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/ShfFrYcjOzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9Qb07Kp4-jg/s1600-h/CIMG0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/ShfFrYcjOzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9Qb07Kp4-jg/s320/CIMG0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338953232358259506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gain and we did all papers in one hour because there was a place to do it out of Vilnius near his house.&lt;br /&gt;So this is the history of how I bought an old Lada to drugsman, and how Marius and I came back home driving it through the Vilnius...OUR FIRST KILOMETERS =)))))))&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the car is not called Lada but VAZ, but it is the same car with diferent name (things of Russians)...and now after Czech girls suggestion it is called &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sofčk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;See you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/ShfFrpEsxdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/y-9Dhd8qsxw/s1600-h/CIMG0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/ShfFrpEsxdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/y-9Dhd8qsxw/s320/CIMG0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338953236821624274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien, como dije un día empecé a buscar el coche, fue bastante fácil, simplemente fuimos a www.autogidas.lt y no entendimos nada :P BENDITO GOOGLE TRANSLATOR =)&lt;br /&gt;También Marius fue una ayuda impagable, porque estuvo haciendo las llamadas (aunque mi Lituano no es tan malo, que ya se decir "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hasta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luego&lt;/span&gt;" :P ) y viniendo conmigo a ver coches.&lt;br /&gt;Hay muchísimos coches entre 500 y 1000 Litas, despues de varias llamadas fallidas, finalmente encontramos un Lada con todos los papeles, sin problemas mecánicos y con seguro. El dueño se supone que era un señor mayor, así que todo paracía perfecto =)&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, Stepan, Mariys y yo fuimos a ver el coche, estaba en la otra punta de Vilnius, cogimos el Trolleybus para ir a Stotis (40 min) y allí un bus hacia aquel pueblo en las afueras de Vilnius (otros 40 min). La mujer y el hijo del dueño estaban esperándonos en la parada del bus con el BMW del chico. Era ese tipo de chandalero de Kaunas :P con oro en las manos y en el cuello  y con un equipo de música bestial en el coche (parecía de Móstoles :P). Además estaba temblando todo el tiempo, así que no estoy seguro de si no estaba drogado :P&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos al lugar y nos enseñó el coche, Stepan y yo nos metimos incluso debajo del coche y estuvimos chequeando como estaba por debajo. Por supuesto pueden robarnos, pero al menos intentamos evitar dicha posibilidad. Descubrimos que había un poco de aceite fluyendo desde la transmisión, así que decidimos decírselo. El chico de Kaunas llamó a su padre y dijeron que si queríamos el coche lo arreglarían.&lt;br /&gt;También había un poco de corrosión, y a mi me asustó, así que saqué algunas fotos para consultar con el experto (Fernando :P). Cuando le mandé las fotos me dijo que no era tan profunda, así que no es importante.&lt;br /&gt;Al día siguiente llamamos a más gente, pero era siempre lo mismo. No tengo ITV, tienes que arreglar esto o lo otro...bla bla bla...así que decidí comprar el primer Lada que habíamos visto :D&lt;br /&gt;Quedamos con el chico tembloroso de nuevo e hicimos todos los papeles en una hora, porque había una oficina de tráfico fuera de Vilnius y cerca de su casa.&lt;br /&gt;ASí que esta es la historia de como compré un viejo Lada al hombre drogas, y de como Marius y yo lo condujimos a través de Vilnius de vuelta a casa...NUESTROS PRIMEROS KILÓMETROS =))))))&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto, el coche en realidad no se llama Lada sino VAZ, pero es el mismo coche con diferente nombre (cosas de los Rusos). Y tras la propuesta de las chicas checas, se llama &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sofčka&lt;br /&gt;Hasta pronto :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-2496709974184450138?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2496709974184450138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/purchase-la-compra.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/2496709974184450138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/2496709974184450138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/purchase-la-compra.html' title='The purchase (La compra)'/><author><name>Jaimito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501266850100315842</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/ShfFrtYH1vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/o4_4cYAYxEM/s72-c/CIMG0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85244526882785248.post-5789843728801957533</id><published>2009-05-20T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:55:04.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? How? Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/ShRgEQ3VGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7-pk4MUuo5c/s1600-h/P1020079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUUqRPpW1bw/ShRgEQ3VGbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7-pk4MUuo5c/s320/P1020079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337997084703660466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends,&lt;br /&gt;as most of you already now I am planning to go from Vilnius to Madrid in an old Russian Car.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is one of this kind of things which starts like joke between friends, I don't remember who was the first in suggest that we could do more than 3500 Km in an old Lada, but the fact is that I have heared about time to time during last year.&lt;br /&gt;I told to my friends that we could go by train, but they do not like the idea of a nice hollydays, they preffer going in a Sauna Lada through Europe in the middle of June.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, two weeks ago I received an e-mail from my friends which said. Jaime, we already have bought the flight tickets from Madrid to Riga, so buy the fucken car.&lt;br /&gt;(That day I was planning running away and do not speak them anymore, but finally I decided to start looking for a car)&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure yet, I guess half time in the car, half time pushing it. The plan is going through Poland to Slovakia, then Czech Republic, Germany, Switzerland, France and Spain but soon I will upload the planned schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;of course me, actually I am the craziest of us, because I have seen the car, I have tried it, and I know what is waiting for us...and the worst thing I like it and I am looking forward for it =)&lt;br /&gt;Fernando, you don't know him yet, but we have a lot of faith in him, if something goes wrong for sure he will be able to fix it, and if he is not he will pretend that he is.&lt;br /&gt;Jorge, he is the only without driving licence, but he drove a dumper in a Scotish Village, so he will drive when the others will be drunk like pigs.&lt;br /&gt;Piotr, we are allways kidding him about Poland, but now I am happy that he speaks Polish because if something goes wrong in Poland, after Fernando pretends fixing it we will have to ask for some help.&lt;br /&gt;¿Marcos Porras?, he told me that he is 80% in the trip 20% out, so we are not sure of his participation yet, but it would be great if he can come and help us with his good mood and mechanical skills, just be carefull waking him up :P&lt;br /&gt;¿Elenita?, my neighbour, she is also a little crazy like me and she will go by train through Europe, I hope she will join us after Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have many things to tell but I will try to write it by small chapters, so in next episode you will be able to read about Lada's bought, our first Kms, my first crash and more :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/85244526882785248-5789843728801957533?l=ladaadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5789843728801957533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-how-who.html#comment-form' title='20 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/5789843728801957533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/85244526882785248/posts/default/5789843728801957533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladaadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-how-who.html' title='Why? 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