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The Bungee (part 2). How an ambulance saved my pride.


Well, we got to the bungee.
I really do not seem as high. He looked decent. She, after it was given accelerated in the "zipper", just wanted to ride in the bungee ... And he did. When I see that it skips and bounces more placid, and lowered and removed, is where me that abnormal and asks me "and you're not gonna throw you is it?" before the whole world. It seemed they had turned off all the music suddenly, and everyone was waiting for my answer. I felt like I had thrown a fart in an elevator !!!...
"Oh but of course !!!.. you do not see that bungee has my name written and ???"... I, ma tiguere. I, ma Montro. I, the most DECIC walks. I, the arretao ma ... I see that those who are behind me are more boys than me. I, the greatest!. I touch my turn and I get to sign a contract species or unloading, who said that I was responsible for my actions and that if I died, they did not have to do with it .... I, which starts frika.

When you start up the basket (americanou me and tied me to the feet), just think of Einstein. The theory of relativity. Everything is relative. From down there is short, but from here .... arribaaaa derdiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaablooooo !!!!. That damn pod! PA KE ME METI EN ETA POD Cursed ER PUSSY MEN!. Alto?? Ombe no noooo. High and anything!. Breezy and tó. I felt I was in a nightmare of heights!. The americanou ends to tie me, and I hear nothing but my soul mate who calls out "Tabaaaaa! Ta like half that aaaaaaltoooo !!!!"...." jooodaaa not? Tuuu creeee?." But NO!. I will not be intimidated !!!.... does Eto to the world to the day meeeenn!! Because today, now this can fuck? Of course I will not come loose or break anything men! ETO TA BIEN !!!... And I got a rocker vibe, and that I have style! And I decided to go with style! with open arms, as on a cross! I, ma crazy. I, the stylish ma!!

And I fucked up! ... I gave tremendous saaaaaltoooo !!...

FUUUUUUuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaa ......

In all this, thinking tooodo that you just read, not if you, faithful reader, heard the voice of americanou tied me explaining that I should not jump, but only let me down ... Not heard? Aaaaahhh ????.... NOO .... Neither do I. And I gave that damn jump men, but a jump !!!...

happens that the bungee basket is just above the large air mattress. In other words, one should not jump, but only dropped, because if you jump, push you far above the mattress, and you leave the area of \u200b\u200bprotection. That was what I said the americanou when I was in Einstein. That fucked Einstein. Einstein queer!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF !!!!!!!

heard only the wind blowing in my ears:

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF !!!!!!

"What placeeeerr !!!!"

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF !!!!!!

"Uy que rico!, As sienteeee! Barrigaaa I have butterflies in!"


FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF !!!!!

"And I'm down with open arms!! Devil style hand !!!!!"

FFFFFFFFFFFFFF!

"Let me open one eye na ma, pa ensure the faces of my friends to be my sssssssssstyleeeeeeeee tar tripod ...."

For what I have to open your eyes?? WHAT ??!!!! Taba tripod I sooo ... When I open my eyes, I see everything in super slow motion: The horizon. The lights in the park. The people there are watching me back. The faces of my friends, all in a panic!. And my friend and my girlfriend, hands on his head, and doing "NO" with arms ... And I realize that jump so hard, I withdrew completely from the inflated mattress area and I am just at a few cars ...

The Transfiguration of Christ I was young.

As a spring aborted stylized cross position he had, and my placid face, and my arms and legs were governed alone. I looked like the box fringe cuffs of a chopper bike, with a range of front. I believe that my life had so much !!!!! jamaqueao The ugliest face Jim Carrey !!!... I was young men looked like a anorrrrmalll !!!!! A person with a mental disability! TROUBLED!

"AAAAAAAaaaaaAARRRRrraraggggggUUUuuauauauauaayYYYyyyyyaaaaa"

He began the rebound: POOOOOoooooooiiiiiinnnNNNNNNGGGGG! ... I, the more vomit!! POOOOooooooiiiiiiiinnNNNNNNGGG! I have, that jets of vomit fell to them to the mundoooo! POOooooooiiiiinnnNNNGGG! My mom spoils me ma mo mu my POOoooiiinNNNNGG me! As was upside down, I swallowed the vomit, and that made me vomit more, and I swallowed another veeeeeeeeezz! COOOÑNNOOOO FOOOOOO!
Oh my God! What a mess! And then to the world watching, and I had a VAIANO another FuuuuaAAAAA lao! FFFUUuuuuuaaAAAA !!... and crying, and shouting and making me gargle! and has collected half show to see the show! Tó the mundaso in pánicooo! because if it was not going to give me a hit with empty wagons, was that I was going to etrallá arm of the crane and crew have pulled half of the show to catch me! hahahahaha, I empapao vomit!, I have take off your shirt and clean shirt, and I face down on trembling, roll on the mat, and doctors, and I screamed, and I have between two to arratrándome ambulanciaaaa because I can not stand on my nerves! ! A DEVIL'S MEN !!!!... BULTASO JAJAJAJAJJAAJJAJAJJJJ!! mieeeeeeeeeerdaaaa jajjajajajajjajajajajja !!!!!! .... no no no no no I tell you!

To me the only thing that occurred to me, was to tell the ambulance to take me to the clinic! Taba bad! (Pa that me out of there.) And I took the show ... And when I saw that Tabamo ma meno for my home or on the boardwalk, I said leave me here ke care. Is misplaced. I dike "no ta Ombe also to my sister ... and let me here that happened Ombe mime and that's not nothing" ... At least I made a good start of the show, with ambulance and TO, and not walked out with that smell vomístico, with their tails between their legs! jajajjajajajaj!

After that, I can not climb or in a bucket. jajajjajajajajaj ...

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We're in Japan! Only cost us a few hours of flight and to move from 30 degrees in Cairns (where we stopped) to nearly 0 degrees of Tokyo ... we had to retrieve the winter clothes from the bottom of our backpacks ... was not complicated.

us at the airport with my sister and Danis Patri, which landed 15 minutes after us from Vigo, a plane Pequenho were beating the poor.

You feel like the protagonist of the Sofia Coppola movie when it lands in the city. Trip to stunning and numbness of neurons joined by the terrible cold reality that this country is spoken and written Japanese. That bunch of nonsense simbolitos for us make a very nice subway maps but absolutely incomprehensible. I make a zoom of one of the maps ... the initial panic is great to stand in front of one of them.

The reality is that this claim is unfounded because in our case we had local hosts, Amos and Rachel, who live here and took us and brought in the first days of labyrinthine subway stations, and asked for us in bars we were not able to identify only one of the dishes. Here is Amos, Rachel, and her brother, Avi, between the two. I must say that Amos, although Asturian and arrives here less than a anho, Japanese pilot as if he had several, at least it seems to us that obviously we have no idea punhetera. Rachel speaks Japanese, Chinese and Malay, among others ... We could not have better reception.

The first impression of Tokyo was quite strong. It is a huge city, super cosmopolitan, modern, spotlessly clean, bustling. The night lights of the shopping streets we were not disappointed, nor crowded pedestrian crossings in which the three, about 500 people crossing at once straight and diagonal line creating a huge tide of people that appears and disappears in seconds. Here you have John and Dani mingling with the masses, or at least trying.



As for the Japanese to say about them?. Smiling and friendly, its almost perpetual smile and his passion for bows, make one feel bad about all the attention. In addition, here we remain exotic and sometimes irrelevantly watching us, greet us and we even take pictures. The truth is that, in my opinion, are people terribly inconsistent, extremely educated do not hesitate to jab rinhones elbows in and get you a boost of Ordago if you're in the subway at rush hour, your living space, surprisingly, lower than ours.

On the other hand people seem extremely shy, and yet do not hesitate to display all sorts of extravagant costumes and dance or sing in public, at least in regard to human animals are crowded on weekends near the station Harayuku. It's hard to explain, but for some reason, dozens of young girls gather to dress in anything from Ninh manga characters from "Blade Runner."

To make matters worse, a few feet beyond the corner is the "rockabilly" where, every weekend, leaving a stunned madurito rockers extranhos own and giving the best of themselves to the rhythm of music . Top to bottom sheathed in black leather and displaying a Tupes that would make the envy of Travolta in Grease, choreographed dancing alone or in group, leave no one indifferent.

Not far from there, the street becomes a makeshift stage where young groups in the city set up their amplifiers to give concerts in the sidewalk a few meters from each other. I could go on a long list of characters who fill the park with Harayuku staging plays, practicing tap dancing, martial arts or just juggling. It is clear that in Japan there is no sense of the ridiculous, even as a concept, each going about their business and do what they want to. Without doubt, a philosophy of life that we would have much to learn. Personally, I light anhos understand why some of these people do what they do.



Of course there is a more traditional Tokyo, we took a stroll through the Imperial Palace, well, actually in the palace gardens as you can not see more than that tiny corner you see in the photo. The gardens are great even though it achieved its best in spring and otonho, when surely are spectacular.



visited a few temples, one coicidimos with a wedding, it is impressive to see the costumes of the participants, but without doubt the most spectacular was the bride, wearing a stiff white suit he arranged every few minutes and you could hardly move, the poor girl was hard to see a smile. In another temple
agree with a ceremony involving youth who are 20 anhos, the girls were beautiful in their kimonos and readily accept the pictures with us, for some reason I was excited that we were spanish, if when I say are exotic ...



Lanterns and "toriis" (those huge doors that often painted bright orange to brighten driven away the evil spirits) are everywhere, the truth is that this is lovely .



Another key event in the tradition was to attend a sumo match, fortunately coincided with a quite important tournament. The fans were in front of the stadium watching the wrestlers come they did with this look so authentic. It was interesting but a bit boring, it is curious that more time devoted to the ritual accompaniment, to the fight than the fight itself. At the end of the day fought the great masters, which aroused a passion in the audience. Not all come to the end of the fighting, some were bored before, do not say names, and left the stadium to go compritas to Akihabara Electric City, a de los barrios especializados en electronica, algunos ya se imaginan de quien estoy hablando no?





Salimos de Tokyo en el tren bala para hacer algunas excursiones, una de ellas a Nikko, el que dicen que es el autentico Japon, un enorme recinto de templos y santuarios nos ocupo la tarde entera. No os podeis imaginar la tortura que suponia con el frio que hacia descalzarse una y otra vez para entrar en los templos, eso si, vimos lugares bellisimos (aunque no es posible fotografiar la mayoria de ellos).



En la siguiente excursion visitamos Hakone, where we take a cable car to see smelly sulfur vents that open on the side of the montanha. In the boiling mud of these cracks cooked eggs that are left with the unappetizing appearance, but the test and the truth is that no one would feel bad.



From the top of the montanha you can see Mount Fuji !!!... we had to wait a bit but finally cleared we succeed, there is the highest mountain in Japan, the Fuji-san sleeping volcano. In ancient times, its top was a forbidding place for women, today, weather permitting, is a popular destination for climbers of both sexes. It's beautiful, do not you think?


Hakone
Before leaving enjoy another great Japanese tradition. We banhos at a spa onsen. Banhos are houses where women and men separately, enjoy naked, thermal pools. Before Banh must wash basins sitting on a Pequenho that everyone uses. A very intense experience and we went to a very Pequenho onsen, where, at least in our banho, there were only local. Patri and I did the typical: "there in Rome do as the Romans do", and we just do what others were doing. Of course there is no graph paper.

Before opening chapter I want to dedicate Gourmet a paragraph to another tradition has been surprising. This is a gambling house where people only play one thing: Pachinko. The mechanics of the game is understandable but the aim is to win a ball which is then exchanged for gifts, and as they say, also for money unofficially. These huge gambling halls are more noisy and chaotic places where I've probably been with hundreds of different musics playing at once and people of all ages for hours put balls in a machine that just look, because many just look a TV with built. I can not think of another way to describe that of a real hell on earth, totally unbearable until one gets used to noise. I understood then what is appropriate the title of that album of Mano Negra: "In the Hell of patchinko"



Finally ... Japanese food, where to start?. Thanks to Amos and Rachel Pequenho we could go to some tourist bars where no one spoke a word of English, head immersed in the gastronomy of the country. Danis Juan and enjoy sushi as dwarfs, while Homer and I prefer all types of noodles and rice. Many bars have pictures of food or plastic reproductions (made with surprising realism) to be able to use the old technique of pointing the finger request.
In the photos above, mixed with local neighborhood bars and a "standing sushi bar, or standing as tapas but based on sushi. Down in a noodle bar and one of those amazing reproductions of sushi in plastic.



Pequenho In a bar Nikko with some gyoza (dumplings species) delicious, the duenha, a true visionary business, foreign asks them to write in a different language posters to hang in the window of the bar and attract customers. If someone walks by Nikko should see a sign like this in the window of a barcillo of the road leading to the temples.

Finally, as a curiosity, we wanted to feel even more Bill Murray in "Lost in Translation" will remember that I was in Japan for an ad for a Japanese whiskey, Suntory. As the whiskey Marr is quite good (mixed with glue of course), we could not help notice view shooting, here you have a most worthy to batin Patri we had in the hostel. Really, this is like living in a movie.

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The Bungee (part 1). The origin of my phobia of heights ..



I never was afraid of heights. In fact, carajito, fucked always jumping roofs in the neighborhood and walk on the edges of Miosotis Paola (4-storey building in front of my parents' house). But there's always a first time ...
The first time I went to the city mechanics, was in 1980 when the first opened in the City Livestock. It was amazing!! what I remember most is the bathroom windows and mirrors, and a giant King Kong had ... Aaaahh! and "Could You Be Loved" by Bob Marley, who put sooooo many times during the night. It was the hit of the moment.

The second show I was mechanical, was Salvadorlandia in Quisqueya park, when the former president made that thing so ridiculous for the people out ...
The third, was the most comical:

Summer 1994. The kart track.
entire group agreed to go to the fair district, and as it was close (he lived in El Cacique), we went walking along the boardwalk. A pack of little kids, with girlfriend and scabbard. Of course, I went with mine, which was the most rare and bultera tipa and novelero in my life I have known (but it was beautiful and candelaaaa jajajjaajja). The fact is that she was not much to go, because he was afraid of heights and roller coasters and all the pods that rise, spin, jump, ring, rust and are old. Do not blame her. The only thing that was talked about, was shooting us Bungee Jumping, which was the main attraction of the show (apart from the hammer of course). "I'm going to shoot" .. "no, me first" ... one of the girls up front bultaso .... And your sabeee ... We

, and then did the line to enter the "zipper", which was a kind of star, but oval, and every picture turned as he pleased to to what gives. I was very excited and go crazy, but she also tobacco nervous. After waiting about 15 minutes, we went. We were like the first to enter the round and had to fill the unit with people, so we were going chin to chin a medida que entraban mas gente en cada cajón. Mientras pasaba eso, subíamos cada vez mas, y yo de necio, empezaba a meser el cajón y a moverme mucho y ella, se puso bién nerviosa, hasta que me dijo una realidad que me cambió la forma de ver POR SIEMPRE esos aparatos... "Tate quieto coñooo!! tu no ves que estos aparatos son viejísimos y tan oxidados y puede que hasta los hayan armado maaaaal!!!!"...

No solamente paré de menear la vaina, sinó que analicé lo que dijo y... tenía muuuucha razón. Empezé a ver las juntas de las cajas de bolas y estaban rotas, y ammarradas con unos alambres, que mi mamá lo hubiera hecho mejor. Y me entró una sensación de pánico polaroid, just when they turned the sheath that ... That Cursed sheath began to move, like er devil had jamaqueando mime!! and I thought nothing else that was rusty, old, owned by some insurance ma watchmen who were not paid and decided to "fuck pussy der eta sheath, for all, that no fuck fuck !!"... tó

I went into one.
E ma, I went like 5 ...

I started screaming as abnormal "GUUUAAAAAYYYYYY COOOOOOOO baaajenmeeee etoooo stop" ... And the sleeve fuuUUUUUAAAaaa! ffuUUUUUAAAaaaa!. And to make matters worse, tobacco gozaaaandoooo fucking girlfriend! the masoooo tobacco tripod .... Cursed that, after putting in pánicoooo!
"STOP ETA ETO COOOOOÑOOOO THAT POOR GIRL TA ... WORE MALAAA "... and calculated the time the drivers crossed box ... so I hear ...
" UUUUUuuuueeeyyyYYYYY LOOooooooocooOOOOOO "... The I heard, I know. But it was crazy. .. I got bad, I got nauseous, I lowered the pressure ... the end of the storm, calm and Trankil lowered, as if nothing had happened, with my style of rocker ... but to the world was watching me face of "my brother, and that was what he pasooo ??"... jajajjajajajaj ke! now that I remember, I went also ridiculous ... but luckily nobody was watching the neighborhood showsaso I gave, because they were in games ... The mess was

that the way out of the crowd, she just told me "oh I like that I want more, e ma, I'll throw you vaaaamoooooss !!!"... Bungee ... And I, with the near-death experience he had just had, like no Bungee tobacco in no .. but, it was that we were the boys ... keee vaaaainaaaaaaa ...

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Sydney

After that my awesome couple of days and thankful deserved relax, and recover from the shock of the hostel (which cleaned up a bit and I am more decent), we attempted to explore Sydney, a cosmopolitan city but with a relaxed and informal atmosphere. For me this city has even more charm to live there to visit as a tourist. With the exception of the Opera that is dramatic, the other places are daily and everyday enjoyment. It has a lot of well-integrated green areas within the city to sit down on a picnic with breathtaking views.



To mouth, began a visit to the English-style ... we went to see a Cricket Test match between Australia and India. These are the traditional games in which all players are dressed in white and each game lasts between 4 and 5 days! (Thank goodness we had to explain to Simon about the rules). He made a sunny day which in principle is good, but when he had to sit under a blazing sun for over 6 hours, we invoke the rain with ancestral rites ... of course not work. The game itself, at least in this mode is pretty boring but people come to the ballpark with buddies and take some beers Charlet. It is more of a social event than a vibrant show ... being politically correct.



went to a giant flea market in Chinatown (paddy's market) looking for a new F-91W Casio ... who would not want to have one not?. The above passing away in a red herring Pequenho mine when I forget to take it off at the dive in the coral reef, the 17.5 meter deep did not fit the kid and goes and goes after a stunning last gasp .. truth .. is that it was water-proof but not because I did not dare to claim the house!

Another day we visited the famous Bondi Beach, a beach east of downtown that attracts many surfers and tourists. It is a very wide beach that reminded us a little to the Concha beach in San Sebastian. After a little tan, with an hour here and have more than enough, we took a super-nice walk along the beaches nearby surfer petadas down to Coogee. The cult of the body in Australia and particularly in Sydney is very reminiscent of Brazil ... so while your old man you walk in you go everywhere people running with your iPod strapped to the arm and to make matters worse, on the way you come across people doing ups and sit-ups ... that we guilt was in crescendo, while Martinha was delighted to see happen to such acrobatics.



One day it dawned nubladete, we visited a little town: The Rocks, Circular Quay and Darling Harbour. Finally, we dived in the aquarium looking for Nemo. There he was with his inseparable throughout currinho anemones. We also saw crocodiles, sharks and giant rays. The aquarium is very carefully worked and spent an afternoon watching spellbound superagradable "fry."





Trying to reach Palm Beach had a miscalculation Pequenho and did not succeed. Allah, we were both so happy to playuni, we boarded the bus and began to enjoy the views ... to spend the first hour, we begin to frighten us and to see that there were still 21 km to the beach we started to laugh with a giggling. Upon reaching the second hour we had to get off the bus eating a bocatita watching the sea in Newport (missing 11 km) and turn pa home to arrive in time to pick up our visas for India. As ever say, Shit Happens!

visited the Blue Mountains, two hours by train from Sydney. A ridge formed by steep wooded valleys and canhones with views pretty cool. We walked a couple of hours and we saw the "Three Sisters "and a waterfall with an incredible rainbow.



authentically But the crown jewel is undoubtedly the Opera House. As you all know, is a beautiful building with some forms reminiscent of a ship with sails filled and placed in a special place (the only building outside of which so impressed me is the Guggenheim). Up close the building is constructed with a kind of tiles in various shades of white (best described here Marta , off-white, pearl white ... and all those colors unmistakable:)). Arovechamos to see a performance at the concert hall and we considered two options: Jose Carreras and "Le Grand Cirque." Jose has the cache of the most uploaded so ... "LONG LIVE THE SHOW." A circus acrobatics and circus-like colors of the sun but a little less professional, we enjoy it very much. Upon leaving, we made a couple of photos of those nights of not breathe you move.



We've also had a pretty hectic social life, with many reunions and zenith or beer with people who we have been found along the way and that, following the hordes arrived in Sydney to haunt of anho. We again with Laetitia (the will remember in Queenstown) and Kevin (one of the Irishmen who went on a spree in Brisbane).



next day left with Joanne, a friend from Sydney who met in Abel Tasman (New Zealand) and was the partner of Javier in nuetra kayaking. Together we made it one of the most desirable routes to Manly ferry and from there we had a 3-kicked short hours down the coast. It's the same route as did Joanne Javier few weeks ago (the poor man must know by heart), by the way, we also rained at times.

As culinary note, before we begin our journey that Asian women were crammed with proteins with a good piece of meat, but not enough to Argentine standards, not long since we ate a steak as God intended. A little morrinhentos after spending this time away from home, we stopped at Liverpool Street where it was installed what they call the English Quarter. We tested a Spaniard ... chorizo \u200b\u200bin cider us almost to tears, but to top it had Estrella Galicia ... buuuaaaaahh!



Manhana part of the trip began that we feel like a lot, a culture change in any rule, we go to Asia. First stop ... Japan.

A kiss for everyone. Juan and Marta