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Svevish Chronicles: A quest for golden teh cattekin

Thursday put the little tobacco left in the minimum of the map, 1 centimeter in cigarette smoke , so I understand that is the case to go and buy . A very perilous undertaking in a nation full of machines, but almost devoid of tobacconists. Yes, because you can find vending machines for cigarettes in every street, thrown there by chance, they are more numerous than the garbage cans, and to use them you have to put his license or identity card to prove you're not rookies. Chedduro.

Now, this region is totally full of villages and hamlets, interspersed with each other to pieces ...." Molise. I am now located in one of these little villages, in the world " Pfrondorf ," which reminds me so much Eta-Beta. The buses are nice, timely, big, never filled, and the machines to do the same tickets on board. Sure, but a ticket costs 1 € and 95 cazzu. I can not spend 4 euros more to buy a bag of tobacco from 4 euros to 50. So, "how to get there on foot?".

It's easy, just take the path, is very nice, and arriving at Lustnano. There is also a tobacco shop to supermarket.
- Simona

Seh. Isi, does not appear? I leave the house. I have no idea where the "path", actually. I think it's down. But to be sure I get up, which way I know at least a minimum. Way, way until the long road for cars, tracks and unchecked.
But undaunted I will continue, as the day before i was at home all the time to do some 'random motion does not hurt. While you are a photographer nice view (even if it was just before sunset better), and even a car parked near a sign on which was written it would be nice "hazard rate". Yes, because the rates here are eaten away. Type they like the pipes that are below or salcazzo.

Arrival far enough, I turn to the left, and I decide that that sort of loose soil directed to nowhere is the famous trail. I start walking it, and after a while 'I am terrified. No, seriously, I would send a terrible. It was a piece of loose soil badly that proceeded to .... nothing. I can not describe it otherwise, look at the photo (right) to understand.
decide at a table that does not want to die killed by a peasant armed with a shotgun, and go back, deciding to travel the long road to the car.

The road is long, it's hot, I left home at 10 and will have already passed half an hour, or at least it is in my head. Even the shadow of the path, uncertain proceed in a direction that I know are correct but I know even be too long to be crossed by human foot does not have training. I take the eye away from the concrete and I stop to gaze at the very large fields where lies somewhere in the famous trail lost.
I never thought before coming here, the endless fields of grass that I could have been pleased, but I really taste the breath here great pitched battles between armies in armor during the Middle Ages wonderful. And the journey continues.

continue along the road. On my right I know another, parallel to this . Oh, I doubt arises: who has somehow taken a wrong fork? But there were no forks. Doubt doubt, almost as if through the field and continued there. But the shaking wins and is rewarded: a nice road sign warns me that there are only 2 kilometers Lustnano. Hurrah! Continuation.

continue walking in the middle of nowhere. I'm hot, I'm hungry, but it's beautiful. Medieval armies, clashing of clubs on armor plates. Maybe I'm losing his mind.

Basically Fucking 2 miles, walk way and oh well, some parts of the road began to recognize, however, signs and small hills, I've been there many times in the car. Like, I really like. will be hard to leave these lands so strange, so different from everything that I have always been surrounded.
When your hunger is prevalent, there began to emerge civilization. On the left a well-known village that looks like what I remember Lustnano, a road that I've never seen goes there, and I decided to take a shortcut that is all well and good. I am going to photograph it, but I leave little camera batteries. A decision to stop using the Kodak and install the AA batteries standard on new models? There is also a nice small streams, and crossing a nice old lady.
do not know if this is the place I'm looking for, or perhaps not quite, ok I admit, I once again lost. Small village in the suburbs, residential. House where they work, trucks parked with two shady-looking guys, and I decide that Albanians are dangerous. On the truck says " Removals Pasquale." Continuation sent in more or less random directions.

I do not know how, finally find the road again, and by noon I the supermarket. But not the tobacco shop. That is, there's something inside maybe also sells cigarettes, were it not open until 1630. Not good. I'll have to continue on foot to Tübingen, but I am a cool and I have to go ahead.
Italian Restaurant colored hot pink or light purple. Ignorable under normal conditions, it is interesting even now. Meanwhile, do me a favor and imagine this picture that I could not do: a beautiful tree in the center adorned with striking white flowers that cover it entirely, right and left two trees still dry and free of anything, and can be seen behind a house in Germany.

StuttgardStraße The bitch is, why is long and tedious and there is nothing. District Semi-university road path way. I do not know a bar is too crowded. First tobacco. We have a mission.
But I'm tired, I walk with difficulty, hunger is heavy, and now almost around in t-shirt. June which will be the one to the mall, where I can nicely use the bathroom. Wow, there is also a supermarket newsstand-salcazzo-tobacco-shop also sells the combo that I longed package Golden Virginia Green . Now we think about food.

For some reason, the mall has always put me in a crisis. I mean, the area. I go out there, there is the river, the geleateria, etc., but I do not know how to reach the very center, where there is the Rathaus, where there is (the now useless) tobacco shop. Where there's food. I go out there and lose myself , streets useless, ugly, not like those Pavetta of the inner city. But somehow I juggles, I understand that I must climb the hill instead of the viewer to walk around, and June in areas known. Kebab. HUGE. Here food costs very little.

What a pleasure to sit on the steps of a great German church , eating a kebab placating the powerful hunger, and then smoking a much needed cigarette. With very calm. I see people go. Around 15 is Now it's time to go back, but oops! Clearly back foot is no longer an option, but I did not change with me, so that I must find a way to buy your ticket before boarding. I find it easy to "the place near the bus stop, there is also a tobacco shop with an old woman differently Anglophone and try to make myself understood.
"No, you go to the bank." Sticazzi? Who knows what did understand. But I see no reason not to listen to her, I go to the bank, go to the door and ask for a bus ticket. The industry used it a bit 'and I produced it. ROTFL? ticket in the bank?

I find the bus stop, I can go home, tired, tired, to the 16/1630.
Even now I am very tired, I still have to pack up, sigh. See you soon. Be there to make my return in the Ligurian lands as painless as possible, come on. Why come back tomorrow (Monday). And I appreciated
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Svevish gùrméè

For some reason the 645 in the morning and I decided to do a blog post. But is not that the brain is active. Hmmmm. Perhaps it will activate each one.

speak Swabian food. Now, I do not know the rest of Germany, but here, contrary to popular belief, the food is good. In photographs in you can see the famous white sausages , which are good, they know real food, not short like wudy we are down to us. These condensed essays pork, are then cooked in a nice soup strictly to drink from the cup (boh, I have given spoons, they arrange). The essays
ways to eat eat sausage sti (I just discovered some deadkey: alt + u umlaut, circumflex Alt + I) are basically two: (1) make them into little pieces and you put up with them in the soup, broth type Chinese chicken (not chicken but it's your dog run away from home last week), or (2) cut them off and put them on bread, you put on bread and even that optimism sweet mustard brown.
clicking on the photo to see another with more details but more blue, which is also a pretzels, and of course hefeweiße (alt + s on osx) .

Here we are at the restaurant. Pardon the color but the handheld does not have flash, and I own laziness and I find it hard to fix it. In the upper right corner of the nice zuppettina salcazzo . I say this because I do not remember really what was inside, but I think I liked it. Bottom left a nice appetizer, FREE , too large for the dish that sheltered him. Seasoned with a good sauce, was quickly to even my dress pants. And the floor. And my shoe.
Top left a beer in a glass funny funny . I mean I do not remember much, it was a long time, if maybe she will pass Simona briefs. Ah, that day was my birthday, thanks .

The photo on the right we see a heated Pitolli on which is placed a plate of mixed meat and stuff, including the legendary Cervellini funny name, which I call a good local dish similar to the crooked trofie , funny ravioli, another local dish, potatoes and other stuff. The meat was shit, but all the side dishes were very good, especially if served with sauces provided, Hmmmm.

Hence the theory that the modern German can not cook the meat, which is linked to the lack of napkins in bars . For us it is normal that there are many in the bar napkins to the public, it is normal to fuck, drink, eat, you clean. In Germany, no, it's a matter of culture and tradition . The ancient Germans were barbaric nomads used to being surrounded by game: dirt if you cleaned your nearest animal destined to become dinner for the evening. In doing so the flavor. That is why the meat does not know of anything: there is no more rude barbarian who rubs his beard on before cooking. (*)

Something very funny is that the restaurants Germans, well, rotfl, if not finish the stuff, you put it into a container and you take her home. and is not considered dishonorable!
From there I learned that in the absence of the ancient warrior fat Swabian you clean your room before you know it you eat, soy sauce is a great alternative to flavor meat is tasteless. The
Cervellini of death continue to be good too heated, and in the absence the magic sauces the restaurant, you can use .. boh now I do not remember .. Hmmmm .. salcazzo, I have no idea. But it took me something.

Important Note: here beers do not cost a shit . Indeed, all things in bars, restaurants, grocery stores, do not cost a shit. O well, maybe not a dick, but down compared to the prices are ridiculously low. Apart from the type of coffee or Japanese food.

Now, I had more shots of food, including falafel and perhaps type of sushi not remember exactly, but they are trapped nell'odiosissimo ™ handheld all in German that I was able to defeat even the most part of the time. Trapped in there there is also a video of Lo'oris opening the package Metroid Fusion.
Yes, I go on vacation, and I go to Mediaworld ( Mediamarkt here). Basically buyare for a keyboard, but to Argothia is still in good conditions. Yes, I have a German keyboard (paid about € 7 to 9), but use the set as the Italian. I also buyato Chiavinato a 2GB USB for 16 € (there were 10 € and from 1GB to 4GB to like 25 €). And then, well, special offer, Metroid Fusion for GBA to 5 (five) euro only. I bought it instantly. This game is very cool that sooner or later mastollerò .

(*) edit: remind me of the direction that the theory of animal-cloth was set to duet with the most gentle and Informissima Simon, who will be angry at the lack, and I will go to sleep in the garden.

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Vomit flavored dream of a broken orange

first confirm what many of you have already noticed: the server is down, tripped, and this because of the problems that telecom has salcazzo line. Hooray hooray for the nice read where users have no rights.

Yesterday I stuck in his mouth most disgusting thing ever experienced by me or anyone else. I know what you're thinking. It is not a part of the body. I walked down the street, around Tubingen, beautiful town that recalls the little villages in the mountains, All Casino German and downs Pavetta streets, beautiful architecture in the churches and a spectacular palace of the town. So that would walk the road alone, I missed the first corner, and I began to wander around at random. I was very disappointed not to have the camera, but make it up - at least one thing must be told immediately.
I can see one of those things there, we stick a coin, turn, and goes like a rubber ball, no? There. There are three, and one of them has nell'immaginina explanatory polyps fatal and very dangerous glacial cosmic beings. I do not I stop to read, do not check carefully, I just think "yes! I want!" and I put the 20 ¢. I open the thing, and disappointment comes out a kind of candy / salcazzo / cevingomma. I bring this thing into my mouth.
The taste is given to "Vomiting fizzy strawberry-flavored . But it's worse. Honestly, I remember the sensation of vomiting in his mouth, and this is much worse . Start the panic: I have to spit, I spit it out now! But I can not spit in the street, or get the gang of skinheads armed with Turkish cow that beats me. I find the sort of thing rumenta, I try to open it, but closed with a padlock . Panic panic schifoooo that! I ran into a garbage can finally working, I spit in his hand, and bam, finally discarded.
Ancient knights conquered great treasures struggling with less formidable foes. Last night I had dreams

Strambini. What I remember most clearly and is more isi to tell, is a procession of bad mmmm pots? Around a house. There was " Mister Orange", which is an orange fondamentlamente very tiny eyes, mouth and nose, and disproportionately long arms and legs. Mr. Orange did not agree, then take an egg evil hostage, threatens all that he would split his head, and leads him to crawl to the door. Type
comes the mother of the family is not happy, boh, and then instead of Mr. Orange the main character is a type, and instead of a jar holding a strange thing shines and probably radiative atomic, which is stolen from home. So the type run, and boh.

UPDATE: the telecoms have realized that the problem is caused by them, and they say that "solved by Saturday." We'll see ..

UPDATE 2 (03/10/2007): as you noted the telecoms are the children of Pope Joan and it will burn in hell with all suffering great pain, discomfort and terrible despair. However, I have planned two posts and a series of posts: (1) things I bought, (2) Swabian food, food and wine, (3) uanderful photos with important stories of explanation. Obviously if people are not interested, I will not post anything ..

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Switzerland funny. Not that I have stopped there, but passing through by train, you can still see many interesting things. Let's start with the customs : salt Italian financier, without dog, walk, or even look at the passengers, and descends. Some might wonder why, and I am among them: the aim was to give the impression that perhaps did not care to control, once you leave Italy, and then hard sgam when you come out? It would make sense. Might have had more sense at that point not even get on the train, so as to give the impression not to be there at all. But maybe that way the hypothetical dealer would have thought that the controls are , just not on all trains. So instead may think that the controls are always summary and then come back to isimente sgam.

In Switzerland, apparently, the license plates of cars are optional. On site, okay, for some reason do not, but maybe it's normal. But I also saw two or three cars pargheggiate or even outstanding, with no license plate. It makes little sense.
also around the streets there was virtually no one, and in some places there were benches placed of view-rail very unnecessary. Shortly before the Zurich there is a less known town called Zug (lol?), But despite the name buffoso, to see her in passing it seemed nice, I'd have to drop by. No customs
output. Evidently the Germans are good people, law-abiding and do not think about certain things. Or maybe something has changed and I escape.

Horb is a town Carucci, massed on a hillside, rail, roads Pavetta, and excellent kebabberia. Really good value with sauce, good meat, peppers and served with three of vegetables, crunchy. In Germany eating out is always cheaper than here, is full of pubs and restaurants, but there are almost tobacconists, so it's full of machines everywhere, and also sell cigarettes in restaurants and supermarkets, where between ' other smoking is allowed. That is, not in supermarkets. And pedestrians do not go with red. Even the cars passing a red light. That's funny.