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Yesterday I was in Orgiva, a small town in the Alpujarras and did have my camera. I'm not a good photographer, though.

Pics - Orgiva is hot enough to shade its main street - I do enjoy the effect when towns do.



This particular bit of road is watched over by this gent. I have no idea who he is. I did walk round him looking for a plaque.



The reason I was in Orgiva was to put my 9-year-old UK car through the first and vital stage of becoming a 9-year-old Spanish car - the ITV test. Since its last MOT in the UK it has driven to and around Spain, been used as a mini truck for building supplies, lived in the street and been bumped and scraped and peed on by dogs and crapped on by birds and not had a single service. It passed. Damn I love this car.



The ITV station is not in Orgiva, but nearby in the mountains. I don't know what other advantages the site may have but the view is good while you wait your turn



and now for something completely different. I live in a town, without a garden, and the townhouse has 10 foot walls. I have some plants in my atrium, at least 40 yards from the nearest garden, and they have been there a couple of months. These chives have died and I think this is the culprit but - how the hell did he get here?



I did say I'm not a good photographer.

Wow all the money siphoned out of this great state.

No wonder they built the biggest casino in the US at the border between Oklahoma and Texas. Winstar, an hour drive from Dallas. Mostly players are yes, Texans. High rollers they are many.

I drove many a times in Houston and San Antonio but not in Dallas and golly, the roads are built for the future.

Anyways while I'm enjoying my stay I just noticed how everything is "big" here.

Taman Hutan Raya - TAHURA..the name of a conservation forest in Bandung area,
is an integrated conservation area between secondary nature and forest..

Alhamdulillah..Be grateful to have the opportunity to be there last Sunday at an eventForest Archery Tournament





As a newbie in Horse Bow Archery, this experience was .adventure , excited, and fun, ..
met with many senior and expert people in archery of course improve and add my knowledge





Previously I enjoyed walking in the forest to go up or down the mountain,
but this time it was the first experience going through the forest and archery ...

That's my sunday.. how with your sunday.. wish you all Joyfull and happy too

I have never traveled abroad before and I am planning a trip to the Philippines in January. I will be arriving in Cebu and taking a ferry to Bohol. Upon my research on the internet, that seems like the typical tourist trip taken.

Of course, my research and my inquiries have turned up even more questions about traveling abroad that I can find answers for. For one, how safe is it to travel to the Philippines? I have discovered that kidnapping does indeed happen there and that theft and robberies are commonplace. Of course, being a smart traveler will help safeguard against dangers, but there is no guarantees in life either. In order to be a smart traveler, I felt I needed to write this blog to hopefully get some tips on traveling abroad from the more experienced than myself.

Here are some additional concerns that I do have, that I have heard from some other people...not sure how true they are or not. Any other things I should watch for would greatly be appreciated.

...My first hold over will be in South Korea. (I was told that I would have difficulty making it out of that airport because they are huge and very busy and that the signs will be written in a language other than English). That really does not make sense because it is an international airport. But, I have never been there so I don't know for sure.

...This leads to another concern. I will be traveling by myself...and of course being new to this experience, I myself am also responsible for any language barriers. Not everyone I am going to need to associate with will know English. How do you communicate or deal with situations like that?

...I was also told that security at airports look for people who are nervous and will take them for questioning. Sometimes that questioning can go bad really quick, especially if there are language barriers. There is a good chance I will be a little nervous at times being an unseasoned international traveler. Any advice about that?

...I was also told to be very careful in international airports, especially the Philippines about employees slipping things in your luggage and then asking for money from you to not report it. I was told to not have luggage with pockets on its outside and if you can, wrap your luggage. Also, don't help anyone carry their luggage because this is how drugs get transported and if you get caught carrying that luggage, of course you will be responsible for its contents.

...Also, are there any tips on getting great airfare rates?

...Anything else that a new international traveler should be careful with or it would be helpful if it is known about?

Thanks all for your advice.

After doing what I'm not supposed to do, I finally saw you again... In my dreams. In my head.
You gave me three children. Three sons. You, but you were not her, only you. 2009. Remember your name? B?

My opiate-like state only caused me to close my eyes (if ever, half open), and just drift into the most fantastic visions of my past, of the memories.
Whereas I write this, tears start to trample up my lacrimals, stopped only by the courage of my stupid brain that believes this will not happen.. not happen.

I need to take my clonazepam.

I wonder if taking it with matecocido will cause some deadly reaction.. hm..

Only the visions, the love, the you. I miss you, and I am sorry if I f*cked it up. It wasn't my intention. I was going through rough times... Please, forgive me.

The images that haunted me, mixed today with yesterday and tomorrow. "Kiss me out of the bearded barley, lightly , beside the green, green grass". Oh Lord, I really cannot take the pain.

I can already feel my blood pressure going down down down, because of all the pain I have to endure. Physical pain? Emotional pain? Mix of pills?
Just tell her not to do it anymore.

Love. Runs through my veins and in the name of no one. Is it all inside my head?

I wish MySpace was back. Whereas I listen to that song, I cannot help to think every-single-f*cking-time about that Ukrainian cutie that travelled to China. What was her name? I don't know. Any other info about her? None.

The ever-so-present reminder that love is not for me. Not for a guy like me. I escape love and love escapes me.
Oh how much I tried to make connection to her, but it just wasn't enough, and then, the adventures resulting from that heartbreak were as immense as the love I had for her. "Will those feet in modern times walk on soles made in China?"

And then the bright prosaic malls, the memories of Sweden, the bright prosaic malls in Sweden. My hopes, my wishes, my unfulfilled fantasies...
The need for answers and not just walks in the park. The 'ursekta mig' question right at the entry of Nacka Forum. The recurring hope for a love that might or might not be.
I-can-not-take-it-anymore.


As I put my ring back on, I try to diluscidate what was it that I've done wrong in my life to end up like this. ¿Can I fix it? ¿Will I be fine?

And yes, the offer is there for me to take.. but why would I cause more harm to myself without any reason?
Is it real? The trembling on the sofa, is that Icelandic memory just pulling my legs in a way that only love can do?
Just the memories, those are the only ones I ask to come back. Because the cold and the booze in my veins only call for those memories that will never leave my mind. Even if I forget the smells and the sounds, the cold wind will be there to remind me of that ship that has set sail and left me dry, hoping for a return inside my heart that seems to never happen.
Tonight, this night, is just another cry for reason.


I wish it never dies.

I remember the images I got this morning.. the old church, the road, her hair. Her golden hair and the white dress. It reminds me of other visions of Denmark and the beat of my heart with her.
I cannot fall asleep without hoping to know of her, of it all...
And today was a day of driving, of moving, of travelling. The places, my childhood. Will you be here? Should I still make my way through ice paths and lost Norths in order to find you? Or will all be waiting right here for me, in the hidden hopes of a heart that has been treading unknown roads?

Today I've been chased by the plants of Bariloche. The trees and bushes, the green pine trees and the snow. It has all been walking with me, talking to me; doing things to me.

I just hope to find you. If ever. I just hope to find all these things I've been needing to say, to take to you. Because if you run in my veins the way you do, you definitely have to be real.

It was dark, today.. and I missed you.

Where is she???

Did she block me? Did she just go? What happened?

Our first real snow storm, here near O Canada, eh? And as usual, a gift from our northern neighbor friends. But at least it's not a n'oreaster, huricane like, and with half a meter of the hard to clear heavy white stuff. But while I used to love the season, including all sorts of outdoor activities, over the last decade, corresponding with the troubling shrinkage, I now get away, ie, OOOOOT of this place, for warmth, climate, people, food, vinho verde, and sunlight. Muito obrigado, Portuga!

Seasonal residents of South Florida are often called Snow Birds. Many of them have their cars shipped down by trailer during the winter months. You can see them in the front of many developments unloading. Now, it's time for them to return to the North and the car carriers are again back to transport vehicles to the North.
For them, the season is now over. Florida is too hot and humid. If they hail from Canada, it's my knowledge their stay is limited to 6 months. After, they have to declare their income to the IRS and be taxed on their earnings. So, their limit is 6 months.
As I drove out of my community today, I see about 30% of the parking spaces are empty. I know the neighbor on one side of me is from New Jersey and her unit is dark at night. See you when you return.
In the news today another resident of Florida is relocating to the North for the summer. It's reported former president Donald Trump left Mar-a-Lago and headed to New Jersey. Where he will be staying at his Bedminster, New Jersey, golf course.

Bedminster will become the new go-to spot for the GOP as many political hopefuls had flocked to Mar-a-Lago holding or attending fundraisers to get time with Trump and possibly get an endorsement.

When winter returns, so will the snow birds!