Encontros e Desencontros. Today on bus 9 when i was heading here (my work) i was diagonal reading what a guy had in a newspaper. Something about a recently published book about internet relationships. The how's , the why's. What was behind the flesh and bone meet up? I could write such a story i though. I didn't took long to put pen to paper, and 25 minutes later I'm logging into Blogger for an update. I met four persons through the Internet. 4. I decided to lay them here alphabetically.

Meeting A.

A. was a person i admired from sometime now.. we talked regularly on the internet about all the issues imaginable. I guess my no-sex approach had some appeal to this person. I do not remember the reason that made us take that first step of meeting outside the keys and screen. I was living in Torres Novas and one of my annual excursions was to the Book Fair in Lisboa. That was to be the place of choice. The plan was to take a backpack with a determined color (red), the flower idea was discarded... we didn't want to get too much attention on us. We chose a resting place on the train station of Sta. Apolónia in Lisboa. We met. Early in the morning. The eyes she had were full of life. I learned lots about her that day. The expressions written on the keyboard came to life on that day in Lisboa. We wandered. All day. Old city. The book fair. This was an amazing person. We decided to meet. Again. And Again. I even took her to my favorite place on my tiny country. Eventually something more fleshy happened. We were both scared. Soon after we went apart. We've never met again.

Final Status. Unknown. Kissed A. Don't know where A. is. Never heard from A. again. It was an amazing pleasure to meet this person, and to have shared a tiny part of my life with A.

Esta é a minha casa em Portugal, depois da passagem do programa Extreme Makeover. (PT)
This is my house in Portugal after Extreme Makeover show passed by. (ENG)
Aquesta es la meva casa a Portugal després de la passatge del programa Extreme Makeover. (CAT)

Beach boy. That's what i am. Although the place i used to go as a child / teenager and young adult didn't have the sun has one of it's strengths, it was still quite sunny during those 90 days. I set myself apart from others that shared the same sand under our feet, by not using, not wanting to use, refusing absolutly .. the Sunglasses. The Sun is our friend. My eyes don't suffer that much from the sun ... i did 350000 Kms with my Clio, with at least 30% of the time having the sun shinning right at me .. with me ? That's more than 100000Kms my friends! I never felt the need of having a pair of those things. (...)

It all was about to end last September. I was a young man, enjoying a fast weekend in Rome. Wonderful City. Among the top priorities were a Lemon Gelato, a stroll through places i hadn't been and enjoy a day full of Photos. Coming out of the Termini train station i find a Congolese guy (i can't be more specific about the actual country of this person), selling handycraft. Gucci Bags, Dolce & Gabana Gold Belts and several Sunglasses, all with certificate of authenticity (Authentic Fakes from Rome). Strangely enough i stop myself in front of the man. We stared for a minute or two and i pointed out one of the sunglasses. I had finally found my symbiotic eye friend. I tried them. Most people in the area looked at me in trance, most of them, excited woman and a young Togo kid wanting to sell me "Rome by Night" postcards. I declined. Somebody not feeling the same trance as the whole Termini Square pointed out that the Logo was not perfect on one of the side of the glasses. "Throw them away, the woman said. You'll find thousands like these everywhere you go. Every step you take, every move you make... (i understand much later she was singing a Police song). I let them be. The Utopic Sunglasses. Needless to say .. i've never found such beauties in my whole life afterwards. I still suffer. Not anymore in silence.
I shall go to Congo and find Étienne Tshisekedi wa Mulumba, the man with glasses.

07.15 to 07.30 Pickup from Hotel by aircond. minibus.

08.00 Boat departs Samui. Light breakfast is served.

10.00 Arrive at Angthong Marine National Park and start the
morning Kayak along Koh Mae.

11.00 Visit the Green Lagoon viewpoint.

11.45 Lunch ( buffet of at least 3 Thai dishes) onboard boat
as it travels to the northern islands.

12.30 Second kayak tour exploring small caves, lakes and
beaches. Snorkeling also in this area.

15.00 Depart for Koh Samui.

17.00 Arrive Koh Samui and return transfer to Hotel.

ok. With the song from europe-famous group of the 80's "Final Countdown", I've started the hands-On planing of next summer backpacking trip. Some of you may know already that I've proposed myself to cross all of the South of Thailand, the whole of Malaysia and Singapore. Somewhere along the way, I'll meet with my Internet friend "Icetuna" for a 2/3 day diving trip. I'm looking forward to that ... specially 'cause I'm receiving the PADI certification title in 3 weeks, after 5 pool and 2open water dives.

This step by step planning involves you a lot more on the trip you're about to do. I end up learning much more having to scroll through thousands of web sites, read books and ask info directly on travel agencies. I have gathered already the 3 main first steps of the trip:

1. Arrive in Bangkok. Because of travel time, it's good to stay in upscale place.. not with the crowd. The choice end up being : Ibrik Resort by the River.



2. Go out of Bangkok 2 days later on the train of the night (22:30) to arrive in Surat Thani early in the morning. Go to Ko Samui island

3. One day in the island will be for Island Kayaking .. on Ang Thong Marine National Park. Staying on The Red House 2 days.
Kayaking / Red House



Enjoy, and if you have any ideas please write me !

Ah pois é .. isto de ir fazêr turismo pa Barcelona é só pa algnus .. outros têm de se levantar a horas indecentes, caminhar a ritmo para um metro qualquer e correr para não perder o Autobus 9 ou 109. 20 a 30 minutos da cama á la feina. De 2 almofadas passo a têr 3 ordinadores em frente das minhas bochechas. Hoje , vale que o Benfica ganhou .. noite e meia com um modem 3G (três gaitas) que não funcionou e me privou do relato do jogo na TSF. Assim sorrisos e vai de configurar tokens para acessos vpn ssl. yupee ? (a minha mesa de trabalho numa foto neorealista)

Este é o meu plano. Se vai sêr exactamente assim ou vai têr modificações de última hora, isso eu para já não sei. Alguém se quer juntar ? 3 Semanas com uma mochila não muito pesada ás costas. Viagens de Avião, piroga, elefante e tuk-tuk ... como dizer que não?

para uma menina que chegou meio por engano e ficou por Amor.

Navegar é Preciso

Navegadores antigos tinham uma frase gloriosa:
"Navegar é preciso; viver não é preciso".

Quero para mim o espírito [d]esta frase,
transformada a forma para a casar como eu sou:

Viver não é necessário; o que é necessário é criar.
Não conto gozar a minha vida; nem em gozá-la penso.
Só quero torná-la grande,
ainda que para isso tenha de ser o meu corpo
e a (minha alma) a lenha desse fogo.

Só quero torná-la de toda a humanidade;
ainda que para isso tenha de a perder como minha.
Cada vez mais assim penso.

Cada vez mais ponho da essência anímica do meu sangue
o propósito impessoal de engrandecer a pátria e contribuir
para a evolução da humanidade.

É a forma que em mim tomou o misticismo da nossa Raça.

Fernando Pessoa

(...)

e pelo semi-incontornável Vitor Espadinha, apresentador de radiotelevisão, galã de finais de anos 60 e principios de 50 ... recordar é vivêr. A cada momento, a cada golpe de asa vivido, surge um sorriso, uma mão, um vento fresco que nos limp'a'lma. E é por cada um desses momentos que cada dia despertamos e vivemos !

Pedro Filipe

Porque a moda também é bonita quando o homer quer. Os meus olhitos castanhos e verdes pediam descanso do sol .. por isso fiz-me á estrada em Delhi em busca de umas lunettes que me agradassem... não as encontrei, mas vi coisas bonitas de se vêr.