tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58486413916078168282023-11-16T16:40:48.376+09:00POOLESIDEOsamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-89770108592921730512011-08-17T19:34:00.006+09:002011-08-17T20:01:42.841+09:00school's out for summer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCABIu0eY5zTEdlh2yjvXnX5-y0r4V6V2OPmp-VuOiyEbDgW6kPrJjFbmbHKEULQBFmcIISOsVJmuN6fiVMCwKles8KsUP5x1IOk8WjZuqViuWq_sNmedIS02OBhdfy0aPXYIXGKcBP1Y/s1600/08172.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCABIu0eY5zTEdlh2yjvXnX5-y0r4V6V2OPmp-VuOiyEbDgW6kPrJjFbmbHKEULQBFmcIISOsVJmuN6fiVMCwKles8KsUP5x1IOk8WjZuqViuWq_sNmedIS02OBhdfy0aPXYIXGKcBP1Y/s320/08172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641775544435672722" border="0" /></a>went down swimming in the river because it was hot and it sounded fun. it's been a while since the last time I went. used to go almost every day, every summer. even bought wet suit to stay longer in the water. realized what a luxury it is to have a forest and a river both in a walking distance from where you live. river, sun, nature…awesome
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<br />may not be a daily thing but I'll start posting again.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPazzkmkmrOUuUZnKCxSeEgD3JRqt6fAtr5WnZj-pQrf2bDpLV4wjlK5YjEBj9BKAHNE1r6KjoGX5NZV_aCttPsTQwknS3b_vMEgiRGmd7wfNjGlXymtvB0KZ0weov5UsQJVZx0MQZCxgQ/s1600/0817.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPazzkmkmrOUuUZnKCxSeEgD3JRqt6fAtr5WnZj-pQrf2bDpLV4wjlK5YjEBj9BKAHNE1r6KjoGX5NZV_aCttPsTQwknS3b_vMEgiRGmd7wfNjGlXymtvB0KZ0weov5UsQJVZx0MQZCxgQ/s320/0817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641775622546281602" border="0" /></a>above, no nukes. below, jump but without the style.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPazzkmkmrOUuUZnKCxSeEgD3JRqt6fAtr5WnZj-pQrf2bDpLV4wjlK5YjEBj9BKAHNE1r6KjoGX5NZV_aCttPsTQwknS3b_vMEgiRGmd7wfNjGlXymtvB0KZ0weov5UsQJVZx0MQZCxgQ/s1600/0817.jpg">
<br /></a>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-51172572655373354852011-03-02T02:15:00.001+09:002011-03-03T02:55:21.586+09:00home<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4f_lonwE9rIcY06Lw8kHDIeMdPY25zauC-axIWaJ1P3Aq_ap9MWDEsF9Dd4ayq6ewcVh9vbdOUfXteUqjiPG_P7t8oQWDTzikoevRY5wqydI8VQOdqkNsE1-k4t5tplawkqgXISwlSrI/s1600/0302.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4f_lonwE9rIcY06Lw8kHDIeMdPY25zauC-axIWaJ1P3Aq_ap9MWDEsF9Dd4ayq6ewcVh9vbdOUfXteUqjiPG_P7t8oQWDTzikoevRY5wqydI8VQOdqkNsE1-k4t5tplawkqgXISwlSrI/s320/0302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579537657516929298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">April sixteenth 2010, I started my odyssey. I had a big smile on my face as the plane started descending above the city of San Francisco. I can imagine myself being in the exact state on Friday morning. Although, this time I'll be looking down on my home land, Japan. What I felt before going on this trip is what I'm feeling now, pure excitement. Excited about my life back in Japan. I don't want to go home. And at the same time, I do a lot. Just like I froze my studies, I'll freeze my traveling for awhile and resume it sometime later. what a year it was, what a year… </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">picture: shoes or no shoes, one's feet will always take you home wherever you are.</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-90127790505845511572011-02-27T22:52:00.006+09:002011-02-27T23:49:51.361+09:00haste<a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-sSBp1TVpcsIBma1zxoaFGGtiUo3lGpJSzAPb6HdYobjpVVWtIdpxP5GxnKgL7OIz5TGajWa-bP1gX4sHOwKMOSbOGJoKAaVBevNAPn0qK7J3AcGS6mOCrpcfGmk9sK2QZHP8_Wffk3T/s1600/02272.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-sSBp1TVpcsIBma1zxoaFGGtiUo3lGpJSzAPb6HdYobjpVVWtIdpxP5GxnKgL7OIz5TGajWa-bP1gX4sHOwKMOSbOGJoKAaVBevNAPn0qK7J3AcGS6mOCrpcfGmk9sK2QZHP8_Wffk3T/s320/02272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578377759275187298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm now in Ljubljana, Slovenia. From Sofia, I went to Belgrade, which was an interesting train ride. Few police men came in at the border and started searching the compartment like they were trying to take apart the train. We had to step out of the compartment while they were working. Taking off the light cover, poking a stick in between of the walls, unscrewing stuff. And they didn't even touch our luggage. Since I was taking night trains and night buses for awhile, changing cities in a daytime felt different. Less tiring. Belgrade was interesting city as well. Bombed buildings still remaining with collapsed walls. I think it was snowing the whole time I was in Belgrade. Stayed in Belgrade for a few nights and moved to Zagreb. Only stayed for one night and took the early bus to Dubrovnik so didn't have enough time to do sightseeing. Almost twelve hours on the bus, exhausting.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Walked around the old town and took the night bus back to Zagreb. Spring was much more advanced in Dubrovnik compared to Belgrade. It was great just sitting on a bench absorbing the sun and breathing in the warm wind. I arrived at Zagreb early this morning and took a train to Ljubljana. I'm moving swiftly because… because I have to go home. I have some stuff to sort out to resume my studies. I was not sure when to go back but I was expecting a bit later. Although, I was thinking this could be a good thing because if I had a plan, I would be thinking about going home and remembering about the great journey all the time like two weeks before the departure. I only had less than a week before deciding when to go back and my brain is already in a mess. Remembering where I've been, thinking about Japan… Times on the bus or train, I can't stop thinking about my year. Slowly I'm waking up from my dream, or, I'm drifting into another one. Who knows.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYxpDjl3pOzYGvCgF5lK5vWdReSJe4WGtCeJ9f6pwFP8k_MSKOSRVydZSeFBqtlNd4J31drOtmKwv6yGFdi1x23KQz8x9HDTwhceZWBBg_e0oICBvlc1XIM1sx9E-OCebG-T6xsPa0JRk/s1600/0227.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYxpDjl3pOzYGvCgF5lK5vWdReSJe4WGtCeJ9f6pwFP8k_MSKOSRVydZSeFBqtlNd4J31drOtmKwv6yGFdi1x23KQz8x9HDTwhceZWBBg_e0oICBvlc1XIM1sx9E-OCebG-T6xsPa0JRk/s320/0227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578377674761723362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">pictures: above, sunny Dubrovnik. below, poser in Sofia.</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-58661624908557840522011-02-18T02:55:00.002+09:002011-02-27T23:51:42.366+09:00Sofia<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26yRRVP7k7bbKNiPGbLCTOy6kR-01CPeq6hyuk6q7b-Rhf55FVLrnRC4mkLpTTgmFExMcq0ob6bOeYP9I7CcailRt0BzJZqfPWgicblmg-42xw037HAXCHehGjgRSTGKP20gXaA_rBgmH/s1600/20186.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26yRRVP7k7bbKNiPGbLCTOy6kR-01CPeq6hyuk6q7b-Rhf55FVLrnRC4mkLpTTgmFExMcq0ob6bOeYP9I7CcailRt0BzJZqfPWgicblmg-42xw037HAXCHehGjgRSTGKP20gXaA_rBgmH/s320/20186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575094527214573634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I came to Sofia yesterday taking a bus from Istanbul. It was like ten hours ride but we stopped at the border for one to two hours. It was funny watching people buying packets of cigarette and taking off the foil and chucking away the box into the bin. Sometimes there were three gathering and doing the unwrapping. It was like as if they were having a competition. I didn't know why they were doing this at that moment but soon I knew why. They wanted to pack their cigarettes as compact as possible so that they can hide it when the Bulgarian customs came to check on them. One lady said something to me in Bulgarian which of coarse I didn't understand. I think she wanted me to carry her cigarettes in my jacket. No, I said. Some hid it in their bags, in their pocket, bus conductor using the compartment where they keep the teas and cups and stuff. So it was like Turkish border, duty free, Bulgarian border. Amazing what those custom people can do to a luggage, I was peaking out the window. They picked a luggage and found a parcel in it. It was well packed but one of them used a cutter knife and opened it up. There was a fine jacket inside, maybe a present for somebody. Stuff it back into the box, they moved onto the next luggage. I know they have to do it since it's their job, but I could see some kind of joy or even malice when he was cutting open the parcel. After the jobs was done, they carefully replaced the luggage back to where it belonged like handling their own luggage (you know this is not true). The custom guy looked so happy. Almost whistling and juggling his key in his hand. Job done. Luckily, my backpack wasn't the target.<br />I'm going to do sightseeing tomorrow. Bulgaria, land of Yogurt.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">picture: aya sofia, istanbul</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-87411896537626246912011-02-13T02:33:00.000+09:002011-02-19T02:55:05.259+09:00Pamukkale, Efes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNQFju4CVYIHY4Ycr3s-4F_6FMekjd8QXf7W55hiqQfB8V5poKL6DShr4RJTZfuFIhDlSxB_go7EbyKNPNeSygy93lxkJV11E9_AwRmWut4Vgl-HOB79Bc3Eb3s5UkKSyEjBqArV0ednH/s1600/20185.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNQFju4CVYIHY4Ycr3s-4F_6FMekjd8QXf7W55hiqQfB8V5poKL6DShr4RJTZfuFIhDlSxB_go7EbyKNPNeSygy93lxkJV11E9_AwRmWut4Vgl-HOB79Bc3Eb3s5UkKSyEjBqArV0ednH/s320/20185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575088876184235746" border="0" /></a>Arrived at Pamukkale around six am. Rest for awhile and started our walk to Pamukkale around noon. It is winter so the famous pools are dried up. Or maybe it was because of the construction which was annoying with noise and cables. Had to walk bare foot on the hills of calcium carbonate. Sometimes the water was ice cold but the actual temperature was warm with the sun beaming right at us. It was amazing site but I was expecting to see the pools like in the photos so a bit disappointed I must say. We left Pamukkale for Efes around four, only four hours ride.<br />Stayed one night at a hotel and Efes tour the next day. Efes, the Turkish beer is names after the place so I heard. City of Efes was again, amazing. Old library, old toilet, old theater. Had cold lunch at a local restaurant. They serve cold dish in most of the place we went in Turkey, not my favorite style. Got back to hotel, got our luggage and last bus ride to Istanbul. Another ten hours.<br />I've never joined a tour before but it was good. I don't have to plan anything. No responsibility, just follow the schedule, which is easy sometimes. For Cappadocia, I think taking a tour was a good decision.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3Qqe0owIDHh7vYVn127KnJPMA4Iw2TbU3exfyOCaD8k5PzZ_HDb1_EXLO6Hor88DrrZQxwl-_tQB52bjXidYeOrSCHCXPv6Nr7ZXNGCmYbC4DdEOhQZN2kGeJdM1y-hdZhaoLhYEQkpC/s1600/02187.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3Qqe0owIDHh7vYVn127KnJPMA4Iw2TbU3exfyOCaD8k5PzZ_HDb1_EXLO6Hor88DrrZQxwl-_tQB52bjXidYeOrSCHCXPv6Nr7ZXNGCmYbC4DdEOhQZN2kGeJdM1y-hdZhaoLhYEQkpC/s320/02187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575088817786412834" border="0" /></a>pictures: above, Pamukkale. below, Efes.Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-32455768084982583222011-02-10T01:21:00.000+09:002011-02-19T02:32:59.145+09:00Cappadocia<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNinhAvG7Cfa3Q9aIW5CtpouWRf6g5jP3uWv_LQaKpo4BZzLzkRlqi1Gd0Eb76R7VDw89qgrB5jFb6dM8viQ9kRdRqe1d7e-QQ3hlATtX8fKhSjef4Hb1Vp2ehDsNaHjB-LuwvtZBX3Cy/s1600/20183.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNinhAvG7Cfa3Q9aIW5CtpouWRf6g5jP3uWv_LQaKpo4BZzLzkRlqi1Gd0Eb76R7VDw89qgrB5jFb6dM8viQ9kRdRqe1d7e-QQ3hlATtX8fKhSjef4Hb1Vp2ehDsNaHjB-LuwvtZBX3Cy/s320/20183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575081161663075586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I stayed in Istanbul for two nights and joined a tour for Cappadocia, Pamukkale and Ephesus. I was going around with two Chileans but one left for Lebanon so me and Jaime joined the tour. The bus to Cappadocia departed from Istanbul around eight thirty pm. Ten hours bus ride to the main town in Cappadocia, Goreme. I wouldn't say the bus ride was fine.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">First day, we checked in at a hotel and soon left for the tour to go around Cappadocia. The Green tour as they called it. Walking was the main part of the tour. We walked through a valley and had a panoramic view of Cappadocia. I wasn't that tired during the day but when got back to the hotel, I couldn't stay up no longer.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Day two, Red tour. Red tour was more about the culture. Pottery and museums. Since I have no knowledge about Christianity, I enjoyed the green tour more. We were going to do a balloon tour in the morning but we decided not to since it was cloudy and the tour guide didn't show up. He came into the room just after we went to bed. He said "we are here so if you don't come now, you are going to lose your money, your choice". Non sense. They were late for forty five minutes without telling us and now they act like it was our fort. We called the tourist office in Istanbul and changed our balloon day to the next day.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Day three. Got up at half five for the balloon tour. The bus came almost on time. They took us to a field where the balloons were getting ready. I think there were twenty people on each balloon. The ride was absolutely stunning! Lift off as the sun rise. Pretty cold up in the air but it was all worth it, money, the trouble the day before. Super. Another amazing thing was the landing. The basket of the balloon landed on a truck with all of us on. That was one fine steering. After the ride, had a nap and went for a walk. Walk around Goreme, maybe for like five hours. So quiet and spiritual place. Had a nap under the sun and I felt like I was unconscious more than being asleep. I was like "where am I", when I woke up. Strange. Decided to walk back to the hotel. Jaime said he had the same strange feeling. Now, the going back part was the most memorable part in my whole tour. We were taking a short cut going through old cave houses. Then, when I was looking for a next path, I saw five sheep sleeping a few meters ahead of me. So, I was about to say to Jaime, "ha, sheep". But the thing is, they weren't sheep. When I said "ha", all of these sheep like creatures woke up and started barking. They were massive dogs trained to attack wolves. One of them got up on four legs and started running toward me barking. I was about to run away but I didn't because I knew it is the last thing I should do. I was actually shouting "sugar!! (well, kind of)" to Jaime. He was panicking too but not like me. He was about to run away too but he stopped. My back was to the dog, was too afraid to look back. I remember asking Jaime "is he going to bite me?". I was ready to give my right arm and hit as hard as I could with my left. I hard that's how to fight a dog, keep your dominant hand for fight and give the opposite. I wasn't, but I was in a way ready to be attacked by five giant dogs. Man, that was scary. I love dogs but I'm not going to lie, my legs were trembling after the encounter. The dogs just run toward us a bit and stopped after all. We were laughing all rest of the walk. I'll never forget that. Got back to the hotel, waited till eight and caught the bus to Pamukkale, another ten hours.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbWrOcJ40M_ixwGD7Fytf1Y9DI2xruX_4VZSkdASYjwxgYk8OXk7H4z2TL7QwLPEQxoDCEG95bNP37S8zQUFXin1OlBqRa2FZK40Li7fR9WpQp_Fm5LndX2sXwobjGqIZxaCShl2zS8Bq/s1600/20182.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbWrOcJ40M_ixwGD7Fytf1Y9DI2xruX_4VZSkdASYjwxgYk8OXk7H4z2TL7QwLPEQxoDCEG95bNP37S8zQUFXin1OlBqRa2FZK40Li7fR9WpQp_Fm5LndX2sXwobjGqIZxaCShl2zS8Bq/s320/20182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575081261762142594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">picture: above, balloon tour. below, camel on the right, goat like creature sitting in the middle, and there is a hand on the left. palm showing this way and it's like catching something.</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-18406316921663817492011-02-06T01:04:00.001+09:002011-02-11T17:41:50.988+09:00Istanbul<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQ4pq3UjGHBYPpl0ulwCFN27n2uqx-dFGm1yc_pCRRHkVQBebZdkf4NRmVXiw-Vbh9fB2hgILDrRMjnjo2cO7snST9Ly5XcL_ogEwJYInEF9NLLF1vwQ6J2lqv8gO7JPxYGHRXLF43_3W/s1600/0206.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQ4pq3UjGHBYPpl0ulwCFN27n2uqx-dFGm1yc_pCRRHkVQBebZdkf4NRmVXiw-Vbh9fB2hgILDrRMjnjo2cO7snST9Ly5XcL_ogEwJYInEF9NLLF1vwQ6J2lqv8gO7JPxYGHRXLF43_3W/s320/0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570611632966220770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Train arrived at Istanbul around eight am. We had kebab for breakfast. I thought Turkey is the place to eat kebab but we all thought that it's the worst kebab so far. We know that we are't going to that place anymore. Got to a hostel, put our luggage down and we started sightseeing the city of Istanbul. Bit cold in the shade but it was a fine day. We went to blue mosque, Aya Sophia and Topkapi palace. All amazing and massive. So many tourist too. We walked all afternoon and we were quite tired with the uncomfortable sleep. Might visit the same places tomorrow just to see the exterior and more other famous places. So much to see in Istanbul.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip3147JH14PzbDOqWivxHg4H9SP7JXkmKAtRTKJWhIDqU2OJaMOG_II5Ap-tYLdr7zHy6oeGI5GaUybpWCVw5qnM48ycsbJLCldawVKImkTsdtWuPmdVH1pnU_Kvt7RHoB_fDkTEQn_sTX/s1600/02062.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip3147JH14PzbDOqWivxHg4H9SP7JXkmKAtRTKJWhIDqU2OJaMOG_II5Ap-tYLdr7zHy6oeGI5GaUybpWCVw5qnM48ycsbJLCldawVKImkTsdtWuPmdVH1pnU_Kvt7RHoB_fDkTEQn_sTX/s320/02062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570611716038597522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">pictures: above, sun and cat. below, thessaloniki to istanbul</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-81799364711534124802011-02-05T00:28:00.001+09:002011-02-07T01:04:10.265+09:00Night train<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfSTtZAdADek2tbJ1iQvdJ4sCmnnJfj7msRnmC1Ld8Vhc86uGK3GatlV4uY9KROmSui_0ZhTxU6trZIawk3c4qsUIBYbKuOEZ-2603kijTpjYdAuCozNFkz-rEJYCwPixiLmn36xNht5D/s1600/02052.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfSTtZAdADek2tbJ1iQvdJ4sCmnnJfj7msRnmC1Ld8Vhc86uGK3GatlV4uY9KROmSui_0ZhTxU6trZIawk3c4qsUIBYbKuOEZ-2603kijTpjYdAuCozNFkz-rEJYCwPixiLmn36xNht5D/s320/02052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570605543511191650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were so tired that we were sent off to the dream world as soon as we hit the hay. Next morning, we left the luggage at the reception and went out to explore the city of Thessaloniki. Visited a couple of world heritage sites. Felt like the city was busier than Athens, more people, more car, wider roads. So many people having a evening drink by the port as the sun set. We collected our luggage and went to the train station to catch the night train to Istanbul. I'm so glad that I met these Chileans at Kalambaka. They have a plan and that's what I needed to visit as many places in limited time.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Train departed at eight. Few minutes later than the schedule. I went to sleep not too long after the departure. Got up with the voice "passport" from the corridor. It was around two am and we were crossing the border to Turkey. The police took my passport and got off the train. I wasn't sure why but soon he came back with it. I was browsing through my passport but there was no stump. Despite my confused feeling, the train started the journey again. But soon, I'm not sure how long it was after the passport check, the train stopped again. Police knocking on my door just like before and asked me for my passport. He checked it, kept it with him just like before and said "okay, you can get your visa". Not sure what's going on but I got off the train and went into a room which it said Visa, still half asleep. Signed my name on a paper and payed fifteen euro. Then the man at the desk said "okay", and I got back to my bed. I had no idea what was going on. When I asked one of the police officer, he just said "I don't speak English". I knew nothing bad will happen but I wanted to know where my passport is going and when I'm getting it back. Police officer came back after a bit and gave me the passport back. Next time, I had a visa stamp on my passport. Now it was all done. I got back to sleep. I was surprised I slept quite a bit in that shaky, noisy train. Not a comfortable bed but at least I slept.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEX-V15CmEid_KOSR3Y0tSzxFJTnMZtQmk8zeYESO_CWN52sUFLdANbv_RYWYjtaqUOuxAtCgO9aLO4ihlzjqE_o-xxf2c9GuGGSODOPFmnPfErVn47yIE-vIj9PQOAj19r7hdIAqkMcEG/s1600/0205.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEX-V15CmEid_KOSR3Y0tSzxFJTnMZtQmk8zeYESO_CWN52sUFLdANbv_RYWYjtaqUOuxAtCgO9aLO4ihlzjqE_o-xxf2c9GuGGSODOPFmnPfErVn47yIE-vIj9PQOAj19r7hdIAqkMcEG/s320/0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570605452504159394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">pictures: sunset sea. zoomed in. Thessaloniki</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-89331663587198449202011-02-04T00:01:00.000+09:002011-02-07T00:27:23.329+09:00Meteora<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sc10CtfSv9HwW27V25-kUp5QNn9TjruTEaw2w8iSRASXVIIbbOIqnWbW63ZotAPanoF-edU1FgMfMROpoOHWalR09ux-ZzlWvo5842JVu97OKKnnmbhk-r8-J-GzT2XGvu1xWdNIRjUo/s1600/02042.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sc10CtfSv9HwW27V25-kUp5QNn9TjruTEaw2w8iSRASXVIIbbOIqnWbW63ZotAPanoF-edU1FgMfMROpoOHWalR09ux-ZzlWvo5842JVu97OKKnnmbhk-r8-J-GzT2XGvu1xWdNIRjUo/s320/02042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570596828757687250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I left Athens on the third. About six hours train ride to a town called Kalambaka, which is the town close to Meteora. I met a group of people who were staying at the same hostel in Athens at Kalambaka. Next day, we started our hike around nine. Meteora is an area where monasteries are built on top of rock towers. Our day started with sunshine but there was still snow left from the previous night. I wasn't expecting snow in Greece. Though some parts of the hike was a bit tricky with the snow and ice, we managed to do our good six hours round trip visiting the monasteries. The view was absolutely amazing and the tower rocks made the scenery so unique. The monastery on top of the rocks weren't as old as we expected. At least it didn't look old.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We got back to the town and caught the train at half five. There were six of us in the group but half went back to Athens and the rest, including me, headed toward Thessaloniki, four hours on the train.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8OLTa7o23Sxo71oQrILY3fM6vmzs2_RsnuVHyUJV4-NjkiMy1Ejy8dxgz8Se44dbZcbKkC4CFKaBthXVlWjsdPdnH6zJPFiydr94QTx28OPF3m4Vj2XE06K2ZK3uo91glWI6YdEHN7Dbh/s1600/0204.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8OLTa7o23Sxo71oQrILY3fM6vmzs2_RsnuVHyUJV4-NjkiMy1Ejy8dxgz8Se44dbZcbKkC4CFKaBthXVlWjsdPdnH6zJPFiydr94QTx28OPF3m4Vj2XE06K2ZK3uo91glWI6YdEHN7Dbh/s320/0204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570596731715368546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">pictures: above, tower rocks sprinkled with snow. below, closer shot of the monastery which is in the middle of the picture above.</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-13231691312343130702011-02-02T02:30:00.000+09:002011-02-03T03:17:37.511+09:00ruins, dogs, strikes, Athens<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0m4q_lTBEnNKfZHVVhi5yLON3PIH7QswgayLAoplZFm1x5ubhOZECsB9-9STIKNZ15bQ6LvaKVTKzfxn2gMJK683R7g-uabvanrvBD2mtJHVg-6lC-z2kOx6k5XdPbLLNWvwE0ka-MLFB/s1600/0202.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0m4q_lTBEnNKfZHVVhi5yLON3PIH7QswgayLAoplZFm1x5ubhOZECsB9-9STIKNZ15bQ6LvaKVTKzfxn2gMJK683R7g-uabvanrvBD2mtJHVg-6lC-z2kOx6k5XdPbLLNWvwE0ka-MLFB/s320/0202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569157630084298418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I left Spain last Sunday, stayed one week longer than I planned. I flew to Athens from Barcelona.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the village I was staying, the Almond trees were starting to bloom. I left just before the full blossom.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Athens is busier than I expected. Many cars and tourists. And what it surprised me the most was that there are so many dogs. Not skinny old stray dogs, but big fat ones. They sometimes walk close to people to beg but most of the time they are sleeping on the street. Very quiet and calm they are, but I felt a bit of uneasiness when five of them suddenly appeared at the hostel entrance. No harm, they came just to sleep there. Also many police in the city center maybe because of the strike. I heard the metros and buses aren't working. It's not hitting me that hard but it is a big issue for the people who wants to go to the airport. Can't walk to the airport so the only option for them is to take the taxi. So, I may not seeing the best time of Athens but I did go to the Acropolis, where it was also inhabited by dogs. It always amazes me when I see a big dog lying in the middle of a path. I like dogs but I thought Athens isn't a place for those who hate dogs or scared of them. It was strange and funny for me. I'll leave Athens tomorrow and go to a town called Kalambaka. I'm visiting Meteora from there. Buses and trains leaving Athens are running okay(so I heard).</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Entered the month of February. Chop chop, get moving.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">picture: Parthenon </span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-65957263597700990622011-01-20T00:13:00.000+09:002011-01-21T00:52:58.636+09:00mr. moonlight<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY7DSQU2g_rqSeS9r1weWeHZdKpdgQGflFZDkcpAXHQKuJeIopDNO7Jn-NBv4m7C0rTrLPzrZj5HjGRKf_HpTTj2NWFxUUyKwK5ycuZRWtKglFy3iVbFr8ey3Yl0NEUtvjRjNmwSF0dkSw/s1600/0120.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY7DSQU2g_rqSeS9r1weWeHZdKpdgQGflFZDkcpAXHQKuJeIopDNO7Jn-NBv4m7C0rTrLPzrZj5HjGRKf_HpTTj2NWFxUUyKwK5ycuZRWtKglFy3iVbFr8ey3Yl0NEUtvjRjNmwSF0dkSw/s320/0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564296020913829090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm staying at a lovely mountain house in Valencian community. From the village nearby, I can see the city of Benidorm in a distance.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My job here is to clear the forest garden and some other outdoor work. The weather for last few days has been a bit cloudy and misty but otherwise, it's warm and nice. The warmest January ever for me. The house is in a very quiet and peaceful place.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My stay is till next Monday. Not quite sure where to go next but maybe Greece. The time of my travel is approaching the end. Another month and a half. I'm a slow traveler but I guess I'll have to speed up a tiny bit to see as much as I can.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So many places I want to go, but bish bash bosh, and I'll do my best. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">picture: full moon </span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-34898442808941065072011-01-09T03:13:00.004+09:002011-01-09T04:09:10.171+09:00Granada<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTj0nKX0WOE0Bcoi8rGHWNJuNA6pES2giGqHW2qBO1nCinXDlIdrb-uLUnoTUWLExH01MZ6aI1ynk4TnmpNhxQjtM8stcLjV7u59zD3-_9advfch3s4czlGIVl_SGI_zwbWrtzP4zTEuj/s1600/0108.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTj0nKX0WOE0Bcoi8rGHWNJuNA6pES2giGqHW2qBO1nCinXDlIdrb-uLUnoTUWLExH01MZ6aI1ynk4TnmpNhxQjtM8stcLjV7u59zD3-_9advfch3s4czlGIVl_SGI_zwbWrtzP4zTEuj/s320/0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559890733993251282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I moved to Madrid and stayed there for three days and moved to Granada, where I'm at now. I visited a couple of museums and saw many famous works in Madrid. It was raining most of the time but not too heavy. Very interesting city. They have a huge garden in the main station and so many turtles in it's pond. Some swimming and some sitting still like a stone.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Four hours and a bit train ride from Madrid to Granada. My departure was at five so I was looking outside of the train when the sun was setting. Beautiful sunset it was. I think I've heard a term "the sky is burning" before. I'm not sure I get the real meaning but it looked like it was. The sky around the sun was like the surface of oil. So many colours mixed, the colors I don't know the name of or maybe there is no name for those colours, the "colour of surface of oil" colour.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Granada is another unique place. I've never been to Morocco but it is said that Granada has it's culture. Many small shops pouring out onto a narrow streets selling souvenirs. So many kinds of smell too. On one street it is spicy and when I cross a street and then it changes to a smell of incense from the souvenir shops. Another turn into a narrower street where there's no shop and you'll encounter an odor of cat piss and dog droppings. Interesting isn't it. I enjoyed walking and smelling the streets but I also enjoyed visiting Alhambra. Tiny tiny decoration was everywhere in the palace. Neat.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm leaving Granada tomorrow and move to a town called Alicante. Then I'm going to work for two weeks in a mountain close to Alicante. HelpX is a very good thing, I would recommend to anyone who is interested to work for short term abroad, or in your own country, of course. Anyway, I'm going to stay in the quiet mountain area and wind up my spring for the last bit of my "odyssey".</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWRzwPn7ciZwMFSq5tCVzgxGWYu9sVCF3gkiLOG2ADfOriG-0e615UetI2cnKVxx3N67eJyc_BGUGhcphwCf612wZZQZkM4YswkbYOii7WueoG3ulDvP9-1_XGYvRFX6ma8PSBJbqOhl9i/s1600/01082.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWRzwPn7ciZwMFSq5tCVzgxGWYu9sVCF3gkiLOG2ADfOriG-0e615UetI2cnKVxx3N67eJyc_BGUGhcphwCf612wZZQZkM4YswkbYOii7WueoG3ulDvP9-1_XGYvRFX6ma8PSBJbqOhl9i/s320/01082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559890910627993074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">pictures: above, in Madrid. I don't know what it was but some kind of festival was going on on the sixth. below, inside the Alhambra. the father is pointing at a ceiling which looked like a night sky full of stars. </span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-14991239390283243452011-01-02T05:38:00.002+09:002011-01-03T06:25:15.695+09:00Happy New Year<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1H9wRcZuUR-x6j-4PCcyfoGBmDpaUapunKoyllmV7vhrqfXpJpt29LauMJTEzZZk6QUK4mYk_8k-eNyeb7auWZMf1qZCXPmT5CwEDo5daI0HNTuuqnFdqBJCNlVQ456Lv7x1iN_3INxc/s1600/0102.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1H9wRcZuUR-x6j-4PCcyfoGBmDpaUapunKoyllmV7vhrqfXpJpt29LauMJTEzZZk6QUK4mYk_8k-eNyeb7auWZMf1qZCXPmT5CwEDo5daI0HNTuuqnFdqBJCNlVQ456Lv7x1iN_3INxc/s320/0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557699193658596034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">So… first of all, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I went to Mont Saint Micheal after Rennes. And after Mont Saint Micheal, I moved south bit by bit by train. First, I went to Nantes, where I spent my Christmas. And then to Bordeaux, Toulouse. By then the temperature was much warmer than Paris. I wanted to enter Spain but there was no train to Barcelona from Toulouse that day so I went to Narbonne, changing station for Spain. It's very south of France. 2010 was almost closed by then and the hostel was very quiet. I was surprised that it was open this time of the year. And then the next day, December 29th, I entered Spain. The train ride was interesting. Short after departing Narbonne, the train started to slow down. I looked out to check whether something was wrong. But everything was okay. The train was slowing down because it was riding a very thin land. Sea on one hand and lake on the other. Many kinds of birds flying. I saw a big bird flying and the silhouette looked like it was flamingo. Soon I knew I was right. Groups of flamingos were searching for food and more came flying to join them. I was surprised to see wild flamingos like that, from a train. I was even more surprised when I saw the railway on the google map. The land where the line was was so thin and I couldn't understand why they built it there. But I had fun looking out the window. Maybe it was a good decision after all.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I got off the train at Girona. A bit north from Barcelona. Stayed there for one night and then moved to Barcelona, where I spent my last day of 2010 and the first day of the 2011. The warmest winter I've ever spent. I walked around the city today. Went to Park Guell and Sagrada Familia. I also went by the beach on the new year's eve, where there were many fireworks.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm leaving Barcelona tomorrow. Thinking to move to Madrid.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">2010 went by like a blink of an eye. Or maybe even faster. I hope that I'll be able to blink more than once by the end of 2011, the year of rabbit, the fast one.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Happy New Year</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYgMeRrx15ySWMELz__nuJ4fMkZLQxrDHCzcsqzEmTIXOSCZ93lLZD92XsmQF3shVo8-16ROKEqwUOhQC5QF5usslKHzXoInbnjf_0Xq3eQlEiQ_vsCzyFi98fTy2JGbQDJWyyuP0tch83/s1600/01022.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYgMeRrx15ySWMELz__nuJ4fMkZLQxrDHCzcsqzEmTIXOSCZ93lLZD92XsmQF3shVo8-16ROKEqwUOhQC5QF5usslKHzXoInbnjf_0Xq3eQlEiQ_vsCzyFi98fTy2JGbQDJWyyuP0tch83/s320/01022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557699344230840674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">picture: above, mont saint micheal. below, sagrada familia</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-20058981924777233192010-12-21T03:55:00.000+09:002010-12-22T04:11:48.191+09:00Rennes<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZQpb_RgsaBNmfUq9aYdP27hzw-qF_-Yf3HB7YPxT7gqOCbTfJMfYWu-odjMhfheBjYsZT7c668rDPxEJjh_4XaK_AqbXwxlbMAo1juvYznQ4Wy0Fm_dREGlQCNN-qMJbIb3wS9ouGeX_/s1600/1221.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZQpb_RgsaBNmfUq9aYdP27hzw-qF_-Yf3HB7YPxT7gqOCbTfJMfYWu-odjMhfheBjYsZT7c668rDPxEJjh_4XaK_AqbXwxlbMAo1juvYznQ4Wy0Fm_dREGlQCNN-qMJbIb3wS9ouGeX_/s320/1221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553214960621773554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Came to Rennes today. Paris in Christmas season was very busy. Many tourists from various countries. Paris was colder than I thought. Weather wasn't doing good either. Still, I had a good time visiting the famous sites and the museums.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I came to the west to visit Mont Saint Micheal. I have to take a bus from Rennes and it is tough to find a hostel which is open this time of the year. I hope I'll make it to Mont Saint Micheal and it's bay tomorrow.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">picture: nighttime champs elysees.</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-11687886628001269802010-12-17T05:30:00.000+09:002010-12-18T05:56:18.134+09:00Versailles<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdqj5CoGBUV5Z5FNNy9sOTsNygZ4Glp5X9j5Fu4M7u4ruE-9Llb3P2dq0XoHMxZZ5dB0-oBpXG9n8WnH3Fn3jpklpKjhMlTgSxqmPPpdQCA8e0PByrEIISa0Qk6Vr9X2-4K5tlrGTIL_J0/s1600/12172.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdqj5CoGBUV5Z5FNNy9sOTsNygZ4Glp5X9j5Fu4M7u4ruE-9Llb3P2dq0XoHMxZZ5dB0-oBpXG9n8WnH3Fn3jpklpKjhMlTgSxqmPPpdQCA8e0PByrEIISa0Qk6Vr9X2-4K5tlrGTIL_J0/s320/12172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551756673768997682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Good day to visit Versailles, fine weather in Paris today.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Crossed Pont Neuf and caught a train near Notre Dame. About forty minutes train ride and I arrived at Versailles. The chateau and the vast garden was covered in thin layer of snow. Less tourist than I expected, didn't have to queue up for anything.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Painted ceilings, shining chandeliers, big empty rooms. How did it feel like living in such palace. I sure wouldn't feel comfortable. Very interesting though. The garden was like a book or something. If I could fold the garden in half in the middle, left page and the right page would match perfectly. Left is right and right is left, very symmetrical.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Got back to the city and pondered about. Food market was open near the hostel.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nFv1qxd67W73ItEQKbQnE_UizMj8pjlLrjCKDN4EYR945BCJBIFKfsRSnJRAuuXJBuGa4bLBeJIvcBYbsqqc6AUAnWZhcOGbMDdmCX2CQ7xevJ4AQ5Dj6Xkvw4PUIeT32PxDAjBmgBSJ/s1600/1217.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nFv1qxd67W73ItEQKbQnE_UizMj8pjlLrjCKDN4EYR945BCJBIFKfsRSnJRAuuXJBuGa4bLBeJIvcBYbsqqc6AUAnWZhcOGbMDdmCX2CQ7xevJ4AQ5Dj6Xkvw4PUIeT32PxDAjBmgBSJ/s320/1217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551756561918394994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">pictures: above, inside of the chateau. below, exterior of it. </span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-38705789733386008472010-12-16T04:33:00.000+09:002010-12-17T05:02:29.735+09:00onother day in Paris<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ECAb8c5TorFxhu1dW4E9nBUoBK6jDjoTs2NVyuliFbaS9HHv_WZUZA3K8AB_rq51lcE_iB2PQLUrGqhyWJWr6J4wI4OAcZ96GR_1KrKLXws3cjbY27nP1R3RmA-JV_JS0rZkKMr-YDPE/s1600/IMG_6983.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ECAb8c5TorFxhu1dW4E9nBUoBK6jDjoTs2NVyuliFbaS9HHv_WZUZA3K8AB_rq51lcE_iB2PQLUrGqhyWJWr6J4wI4OAcZ96GR_1KrKLXws3cjbY27nP1R3RmA-JV_JS0rZkKMr-YDPE/s320/IMG_6983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551371656243847282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yesterday, my day started with a bit of snow. First place I walked to was Louvre. Huge. I only stayed there for like three hours (I guess that's not enough for such a big museum) but I saw many famous arts. Left the Louvre from the famous glass pyramid, I walked randomly and reached pompidou centre and then to Notre Dame. People were praying and lighting candles in Notre Dame. And then, after Nortre Dame, I walked to musee d'orsay. It was much smaller than Louvre. Many famous works were there too. Walked back to the hostel passing the night time Louvre and illuminated streets. very arty day it was.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Today, it was raining. I wanted to go to Versailles but thought it will be better without the rain so decided to walk around Paris. So, didn't enter any of the famous architectures but saw some old buildings and walked along avenue des champs elysees. The avenue was also lit up like the other streets but it kept raining all day.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think I'll go to Versailles tomorrow if the weather isn't too bad.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14DrIHLTDPkSBh2g53rGRsI9Zd2yEukcNG5ZWziFyrBWVgWRA_ITUJo4e4gM9wBLiqT1lpffLWgwiby9ngh94LMOseF6JZs_Ob50LYXQJ77DEKRGdtBolYXJr1EFYIHgdUjdgLwT3w_Zj/s1600/IMG_6957.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14DrIHLTDPkSBh2g53rGRsI9Zd2yEukcNG5ZWziFyrBWVgWRA_ITUJo4e4gM9wBLiqT1lpffLWgwiby9ngh94LMOseF6JZs_Ob50LYXQJ77DEKRGdtBolYXJr1EFYIHgdUjdgLwT3w_Zj/s320/IMG_6957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551371968395340194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">pictures: above, Eiffel tower. below, inside Notre Dame.</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-14180589727606551152010-12-14T03:42:00.004+09:002010-12-15T04:27:47.569+09:00Paris<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1WWkVhBtkOpvTYUEPNqEWIsKWaTvObDJkELkVXd-lKc7WCkPAcajIUAmszDUCIpl65hN2yxENNr3zuTi7X-E0AcRVmv9ugPhwYxdT9QodruGmhJ1fyW23IzrezV2NyGHsEf51PVYoH2s/s1600/12142.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1WWkVhBtkOpvTYUEPNqEWIsKWaTvObDJkELkVXd-lKc7WCkPAcajIUAmszDUCIpl65hN2yxENNr3zuTi7X-E0AcRVmv9ugPhwYxdT9QodruGmhJ1fyW23IzrezV2NyGHsEf51PVYoH2s/s320/12142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550619467685998162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I arrived at Paris last night. </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Left Bern after staying longer than I thought, and I visited Geneva before coming to Paris. Maybe because of the wind, Paris feels colder than Bern. Geneva was sunny and warmer, busier than it's country's capital city. River runs through the city. I didn't do much other than walking but it was interesting still. I saw the fountain, city's icon, and the awesome snow capped mountains which surrounded the city.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today, I walked to the Arc de Triomphe and climbed to the top, and also walked through parc de Monceau on the way. I think the park was mentioned in one of the class in my University. There are so many other parks and architectures in Paris of which I only heard the name.</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYm3sA9d0l35u0e1Rci5TiEnYtEbLdaqKBMUU16Wv0FP9zP31XW4_g2x2WmwgN9PpW7ABp64D2P8_eFozjESybJMypXIteY01lIVQTxpQFknuXwFK5-HrE_b8I8cPQbWHDZoXwXvl-AwM/s1600/1214.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYm3sA9d0l35u0e1Rci5TiEnYtEbLdaqKBMUU16Wv0FP9zP31XW4_g2x2WmwgN9PpW7ABp64D2P8_eFozjESybJMypXIteY01lIVQTxpQFknuXwFK5-HrE_b8I8cPQbWHDZoXwXvl-AwM/s320/1214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550621365385257282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">picture: above, from top of the Arc de Triomphe. below, Geneva. </span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-23558775056318058742010-12-08T01:52:00.001+09:002010-12-09T02:13:58.408+09:00Bern<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DsIKC22TUsxVs0TiskWx6_VoKa6VCnFgmva062JJSGzUlKqAyWF79neZYZedyx08PqHjwVP7ryrYZ1V2rIyuFQ2ERXqTVN3sfkqmO2ofD5TQNWQjelRMiFdE72VJKQISYIzuTh4_NTLf/s1600/1208.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DsIKC22TUsxVs0TiskWx6_VoKa6VCnFgmva062JJSGzUlKqAyWF79neZYZedyx08PqHjwVP7ryrYZ1V2rIyuFQ2ERXqTVN3sfkqmO2ofD5TQNWQjelRMiFdE72VJKQISYIzuTh4_NTLf/s320/1208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548359941490385250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Guess what, I'm still in Bern. Not only Sunday, I now know how Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday looks like.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I like Bern. It's a small city so it doesn't take long time to walk around the place but there are a lot in it. I enjoyed just to ponder around. I went to Einstein museum which is in historical museum of Bern. It was very interesting. It explained some of his inventions in a easy way and learned a few things about Einstein. Now I can spell his name. Other days, I went out walking and saw the markets and stuff.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYwxL2sNlZVw0KUSDGlc58IelRE7rTi052YWfnmuv6KCG5D-6kyfHjr5GjMKJtpTDkEj2QSSbzu_sDRB1ON5ETpBQ-LSUZdwEZI3WJTgvcg-TWh-4UPM5ULmlVL_LWDR7WBbIErWUwQJR/s1600/12083.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYwxL2sNlZVw0KUSDGlc58IelRE7rTi052YWfnmuv6KCG5D-6kyfHjr5GjMKJtpTDkEj2QSSbzu_sDRB1ON5ETpBQ-LSUZdwEZI3WJTgvcg-TWh-4UPM5ULmlVL_LWDR7WBbIErWUwQJR/s200/12083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548360136820224754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I went to Interlaken today. It's an hour train trip from Bern and it's surrounded by lake. I tried to hike up a mountain to have a good view of the area but the forest rangers were using chainsaw so I couldn't enter. Instead, I walked along a river. It led me to one of the lake and it was amazing. Very quiet. The surface of the water was a bit wavy so the lake wasn't like a mirror, but it was awesome with the fog and tranquility. The water was as blue as the tarpaulin on the boats.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think I'm leaving tomorrow but I found a place called "top of Europe". I heard the locals saying it's a must visit. So…we'll see…</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tSBY-emPn6PK81WXs2V46jGegpoa-MlCzD52D2o6SarYiCB7wf5h18Qmkdq2dykdv0eQBDlCunVFbPYuVLxZFxqhCujcNirHguYyToSwNSVpRwyYN3ObhxGAtxBzvKauP6zHCAUOrS5Z/s1600/12082.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tSBY-emPn6PK81WXs2V46jGegpoa-MlCzD52D2o6SarYiCB7wf5h18Qmkdq2dykdv0eQBDlCunVFbPYuVLxZFxqhCujcNirHguYyToSwNSVpRwyYN3ObhxGAtxBzvKauP6zHCAUOrS5Z/s320/12082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548360026750312242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">pictures: above, city of Bern. middle, train to Bern, I guess. below, at Interlaken</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-11363502688952322572010-12-04T04:31:00.000+09:002010-12-05T04:52:35.748+09:00shake, rattle and role<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYT5fdFrgQaS6e08s90MUN_LtrjZOi6vtB03PCZT-N63ftLQcqm-k2UnRDP64y7wM94cvdBwHvuVYaVFalW-Ls2yMXLewH4MlErbpwuxqGK4yHN_aB3xM15bBQDIiJuz7l2EQypSQpJE5/s1600/1242.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYT5fdFrgQaS6e08s90MUN_LtrjZOi6vtB03PCZT-N63ftLQcqm-k2UnRDP64y7wM94cvdBwHvuVYaVFalW-Ls2yMXLewH4MlErbpwuxqGK4yHN_aB3xM15bBQDIiJuz7l2EQypSQpJE5/s320/1242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546916505088614194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I came to Bern today. About an hour train trip from Zurich.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Arrived around midday and I found the streets busier than Zurich. Maybe it was Saturday thing, I don't know, but many shops and tourists flooded out onto the roads. One of the street entertainer was playing Elvis, singing "get out of that bed, wash your face and hands…" they had the hair like the king and they certainly made the place even more merrier.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll look around the city of Bern tomorrow. What would Sunday Bern be like.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlT4wpul7le2_77pFLfsO137qM_HJEW9sOaF1h3x-1F44v3FcetJTSOlzLI_1tPg2o8oJmoHPnRRTRKlGY228WwxA_wvV2j2lAz-nldQtsaM_7lGbaEzx9uH8T0EqUhH0z8FVZ9zdtwlsS/s1600/124.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlT4wpul7le2_77pFLfsO137qM_HJEW9sOaF1h3x-1F44v3FcetJTSOlzLI_1tPg2o8oJmoHPnRRTRKlGY228WwxA_wvV2j2lAz-nldQtsaM_7lGbaEzx9uH8T0EqUhH0z8FVZ9zdtwlsS/s320/124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546916591997529538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">picture: above, chess, bigger. below, lamp shop. both in Zurich</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-2594888230944703722010-12-03T03:43:00.001+09:002010-12-05T04:31:36.734+09:00Zurich<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk2ZomxXPmxIvc2rQCuwSWugzYzYA1RNjJFVRpvck36-GOmMOvhra4QQuSCwrpUQ7jGaFeprGXbP-JGc8cHsthtKL3MBFlism9zF-kcgB_-AxXbhYyehymHKG3fOzBPD0DQj_H4PACB6Jt/s1600/123.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk2ZomxXPmxIvc2rQCuwSWugzYzYA1RNjJFVRpvck36-GOmMOvhra4QQuSCwrpUQ7jGaFeprGXbP-JGc8cHsthtKL3MBFlism9zF-kcgB_-AxXbhYyehymHKG3fOzBPD0DQj_H4PACB6Jt/s320/123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546911442177603010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I came to Zurich from Pontresina. I was thinking of visiting Liechtenstein before Zurich but all the hostels were closed for the season.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Much less snow in Zurich compared to Pontresina. Still quite cold though. I enjoyed walking in the town at nighttime, the place is full of illumination. Many tourist on the streets both nighttime and daytime. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">picture: Zurich at night</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-36690102024163095242010-11-30T00:23:00.000+09:002010-12-01T00:38:11.862+09:00preda<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8L3eJp4uQB_GD546zdxNI9P1q3X-DICW0av8yYwmGzggIX33WGy5HRvzviK14dGDcTlldB4LXKeMcWnDkXSAd5_50Mw8yluADt34wBdJpL_gUo08XyGICzCddEAg2scd02Vd0-09TifZ/s1600/1130.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8L3eJp4uQB_GD546zdxNI9P1q3X-DICW0av8yYwmGzggIX33WGy5HRvzviK14dGDcTlldB4LXKeMcWnDkXSAd5_50Mw8yluADt34wBdJpL_gUo08XyGICzCddEAg2scd02Vd0-09TifZ/s320/1130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545365744249916370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another fine day. I took a train to Preda today. I wasn't sure to visit the lake was a possibility but the answer to that came soon after getting off the train at Preda. Snow… I tried walking through it but I couldn't walk much. If I had a ski wear or something, I could have done it. But otherwise, walking through a meter high snow was a bit too tough for me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Decided it isn't possible, I took the train back to Pontresina. Stopped at a station called Samedan for lunch on the way.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think I'll explore the forest near Pontresina tomorrow.</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-88270628148235946472010-11-29T01:45:00.001+09:002010-11-30T02:32:39.938+09:00minus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbr0ZXB1d_JP5wIo76IXOylDB24MQMUrsacSD_7CAAHUiIknbBvOlBY4jAVxYceQzNXYvM4NBu0vxwfRqaQGcaiFHKNVLCyrzcKGj7bQZYCj_mPaWRbh4qyTDalTONnaInSIrLh2rwcSiO/s1600/1129.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbr0ZXB1d_JP5wIo76IXOylDB24MQMUrsacSD_7CAAHUiIknbBvOlBY4jAVxYceQzNXYvM4NBu0vxwfRqaQGcaiFHKNVLCyrzcKGj7bQZYCj_mPaWRbh4qyTDalTONnaInSIrLh2rwcSiO/s320/1129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545022305145416722" border="0" /></a>Although the hostel I'm staying at is pretty big and clean, I'm the only one here. If there is such thing as a high season and low season, now is definitely the low season.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I had breakfast and left the hostel around nine. My plan for today was to hike to a town called Surlej. I arrived there around two. I was walking very slowly and stopping sometimes, my eyes and ears censored for any kind of animal encounter. Creatures I saw was only some squirrels and birds which I couldn't identify. Spotted some deer foot prints but that was it. The walk started off with snow but around mid day the sun appeared. Today was another day to prove my boots are the best! Five hours walk in the snow and dry feet, Super.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVkYyjU6_zG_bhT0d8z2UMipxtVajRrBsmsXeLQWwp9mm2MOK34HGYqc2OW7OUGqm5Tb-pkJ25VAXtsI3fYoRgXdzKdF5yOe0wWYhDOGy-ViLJo9Yt25Wk3-Lqo6Pp2m2PmaUODtpAmgj/s1600/11292.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVkYyjU6_zG_bhT0d8z2UMipxtVajRrBsmsXeLQWwp9mm2MOK34HGYqc2OW7OUGqm5Tb-pkJ25VAXtsI3fYoRgXdzKdF5yOe0wWYhDOGy-ViLJo9Yt25Wk3-Lqo6Pp2m2PmaUODtpAmgj/s200/11292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545023176044745922" border="0" /></a></div>From Surlej, there is a cable car station which will take me up to Mt Corvatsch, 3303 meters high. Mt Fuji, Japan's highest mountain, is 3776 meters high. I cheated by taking the cable car but I was almost as high as the highest point in Japan.<br />The summit was freezing. I think it was somewhere between -15 and -20 centigrade. I went out to take some pictures but my nostril started to freeze (at least it felt like so) and my hands were numb. The view was so beautiful with the blue sky and wind blowing up the dust like snow but I couldn't stay out no longer than five minutes. Maybe less than that. My super boots couldn't endure such condition, my feet were freezing too.<br />Came down and took the bus to the town I'm staying, Pontresina. I might walk to a lake tomorrow but maybe it is frozen. Since the ones I saw today were frozen. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5YBSursj0Ho6qYikzRBkeLDrZK0zhvFY1RzoG49nmoimN3x5APmZpn_JC53S6q3JMVdbG5z3-VUBTUFjVPGMF4mKdAzUWjtGKuh3R56Yzp0xU9vbjoqoQIQoLcxt7n7O3GErfnV2Qd04/s1600/11293.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5YBSursj0Ho6qYikzRBkeLDrZK0zhvFY1RzoG49nmoimN3x5APmZpn_JC53S6q3JMVdbG5z3-VUBTUFjVPGMF4mKdAzUWjtGKuh3R56Yzp0xU9vbjoqoQIQoLcxt7n7O3GErfnV2Qd04/s320/11293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545022516757129970" border="0" /></a>picture: above, evening sun hitting a mountain summit. middle, me. below, from 3303m high.Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-11202630876459306552010-11-27T06:42:00.001+09:002010-11-28T07:15:29.687+09:00winter<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSitf7MvWiNVCs4rGJi9txp9jHrwsPV5xjC3r6tfC6rhLsVSusBKvphHbHj8wO0joeLWRIQPheVwOcZoQDhRmEWgYrcOiU0LHR34jSw6ogdt2qtSB0qoPWITWkukk9Y8iwpHwmXOKj_-_/s1600/1127.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSitf7MvWiNVCs4rGJi9txp9jHrwsPV5xjC3r6tfC6rhLsVSusBKvphHbHj8wO0joeLWRIQPheVwOcZoQDhRmEWgYrcOiU0LHR34jSw6ogdt2qtSB0qoPWITWkukk9Y8iwpHwmXOKj_-_/s320/1127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544355681028168738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">From Lucarno, I stopped at Andermatt for one night and moved to Chur.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Andermatt was beyond my imagination. Everything was covered with snow. First thing I did was to find somewhere to stay for the night. There is a hostel in Andermatt but it is closed this time of the year. I found a cozy b&b instead. The town was busy with decorating the streets with Christmas illumination. I like snow, it feels like the town is quieter and smaller. And you can see a lot with only moonlight.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I came to Chur today. I didn't ride the Glacier express but the train I took rode the same route. Stunning view. Absolutely beautiful. I don't know how to describe it but I can say that it is amazing. White mountain with shadow and snow covered trees, small villages in a valley, frozen lakes. I'm going to do some more train ride tomorrow and it seems like it's going to be even better! yikes!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">picture: taken from the train</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-13655456787160638342010-11-25T06:18:00.000+09:002010-11-28T06:41:01.815+09:00Switzerland<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRagLYBxllL5Eq8vjObtfrWANObC0mNWeVPwYTz0MHgTTw0kqIB3o3JsOdIrgBYuyVUab_VOVzjxZBa20mYHB4Q3D-9WFdpOS7vnNcOWFlUvsF7i-i-sHFlCwOnPWEeUHi4F7XmkMEAqO/s1600/1124.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRagLYBxllL5Eq8vjObtfrWANObC0mNWeVPwYTz0MHgTTw0kqIB3o3JsOdIrgBYuyVUab_VOVzjxZBa20mYHB4Q3D-9WFdpOS7vnNcOWFlUvsF7i-i-sHFlCwOnPWEeUHi4F7XmkMEAqO/s320/1124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544346699071083810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I left the farm I stayed for three weeks on Monday. I had a great, great time there.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I stayed at a city called Chiasso and moved to Lucarno. Switzerland is colder than I imagined.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">From Lucarno I visited Bellinzona, a city famous for it's three castles which is one of the world heritage. It was a very quiet and peaceful place. I had a walk in the castle like I owned the place.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Day by day, snow is working it's way down from top of the mountains and soon it will come to town. It feels like autumn and winter came together.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPTJ-ytGYG6Glfjac-dn-k-9zeJD5Mnb9a6YgFK_IKdlCVxL9er20OU-yXjQw6S6Kei6-mtDguW5k_qQxOmpicGiteTdK6MVAtHMKP7YuHJ0D2wyUN3bwtcR6B7WHqN0w5UkmFuGV-HJq/s1600/1125.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPTJ-ytGYG6Glfjac-dn-k-9zeJD5Mnb9a6YgFK_IKdlCVxL9er20OU-yXjQw6S6Kei6-mtDguW5k_qQxOmpicGiteTdK6MVAtHMKP7YuHJ0D2wyUN3bwtcR6B7WHqN0w5UkmFuGV-HJq/s320/1125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544346785732998450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">picture: above, afternoon Lucarno. below, city of Bellinzona from incide of the castle. </span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848641391607816828.post-8868513167226326312010-11-20T05:36:00.000+09:002010-11-28T06:17:10.944+09:00Pisa, Lucca<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLwMv6fqBgtZMJKrRjXJzXIBjO814hPMz9vfzRBZNNPMiHoVdqFEaw24MA0QaIivx_Aavar7XhyphenhyphenWUZONJRD7mkcXHDHdDI0wQeLDMHZSmDWJBtH8o7BUCYgtq3VcLgqV6jqDrzQFkAkfB/s1600/11202.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLwMv6fqBgtZMJKrRjXJzXIBjO814hPMz9vfzRBZNNPMiHoVdqFEaw24MA0QaIivx_Aavar7XhyphenhyphenWUZONJRD7mkcXHDHdDI0wQeLDMHZSmDWJBtH8o7BUCYgtq3VcLgqV6jqDrzQFkAkfB/s320/11202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544339580648917570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I went to Pisa and Lucca on my last weekend at the farm.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">First, I visited Pisa. It was a rainy Saturday as usual. The first impression of the leaning tower was that it looked smaller than I imagined. oops… And it didn't look so old. Everything looked rebuilt. Although, I guess it was necessary to do the maintenance or otherwise it wouldn't be leaning no more. But it was very interesting place to visit.</span> <br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lucca was much more quite compared to Pisa. Less tourist. Lucca has a old town which is surrounded by wall. Fun to walk around inside the wall. It was also interesting to see the Saturday market at the piazza. Most of them were antic markets.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqTAUM_vxsFkVrb2uv-He7yWm09OB6iOB8M6ZKDZVbYzXHuN8Gr2bB7SPc2YfxbvSdHIa2cRbnMeFzwhRFnyC5INZdYCcTQIj1CfXWvKvdiC4shgHykt1spAGI6NEjgQXsfMTeqDO2cljK/s1600/1120.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqTAUM_vxsFkVrb2uv-He7yWm09OB6iOB8M6ZKDZVbYzXHuN8Gr2bB7SPc2YfxbvSdHIa2cRbnMeFzwhRFnyC5INZdYCcTQIj1CfXWvKvdiC4shgHykt1spAGI6NEjgQXsfMTeqDO2cljK/s320/1120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544339056518055810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">picture: above, the leaning tower of Pisa. below, book store at the market</span>Osamu Poolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05368851955206096888noreply@blogger.com0