<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243</id><updated>2011-10-25T10:37:56.199Z</updated><category term='lista de equipamento viagem'/><title type='text'>L'EXPÉDITION LUNE DE MIEL</title><subtitle type='html'>Dividindo com nossas familias, amigos e quem mais tiver curiosidade, nossas aventuras durante essa viagem de volta ao mundo em 12 meses (agosto2005-agosto2006). Além disso, no mes de julho 2005, encontra-se uma lista de equipamentos, e planejamento previo que comecou um ano antes de partirmos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112083561985923686</id><published>2006-07-31T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T13:41:53.243Z</updated><title type='text'>l'itineraire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/MONDE31a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/MONDE31a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/MONDE3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/MONDE3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;France&lt;/strong&gt;, Ukraine, Russie, Mongolie, Chine, Tibet, Nepal, Inde... Finalement nous zappons la Thailande, le Cambodge, le Laos et le Vietnam, pour rester plus longtemps au Tibet, au Nepal et en Inde. Ensuite, Nouvelle Zelande, Chili, Bolivie, Perou... &lt;strong&gt;et Bresil !!&lt;/strong&gt; Et France a nouveau il faut bien rentrer un jour !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;França&lt;/strong&gt;, Ucrania, Russia, Mongolia, China, Tibet (Free Tibet!), Nepal, India... &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decidimos fritar a Tailandia, Cambodia, Laos e Viatnam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, pra passar mais tempo no Tibet, Nepal e India. Depois ir direto pra Nova Zelandia, Chile, Bolivia, Peru... e &lt;strong&gt;Brasil !! &lt;span&gt;As novas paradas foram Singapura, Thaiti (Polinesia Francesa) e Ilha de Pascua (Rapa Nui). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Em seguida fritamos a Bolivia tambem, pois pegamos carona em um veleiro entre o Chile e Peru durante 3 semanas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112083561985923686?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112083561985923686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112083561985923686&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112083561985923686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112083561985923686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/07/litineraire.html' title='l&apos;itineraire'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-4138551506984662723</id><published>2006-07-22T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:52:48.749Z</updated><title type='text'>salvador,ba * final do final, c'est fini...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzPBX_qUMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9zX4b0r7gTs/s1600-h/000017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025118906766479554" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzPBX_qUMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9zX4b0r7gTs/s400/000017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cortando o bolo de casamento!&lt;br/&gt;Découpant le gâteau de mariage !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzOwn_qULI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IMfQBrXI-EA/s1600-h/Casamento+Verinha+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025118619003670706" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzOwn_qULI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IMfQBrXI-EA/s400/Casamento+Verinha+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lison e Riquet (os pais de Félicien), Regina (minha mãe), eu e Félicien, Daniel e Angela (meu irmão e a esposa dele gravida de 6 meses).&lt;br/&gt;Mes parents, Regina (la mère de Vera), Vera et moi, Daniel et Angela (le frêre de Vera et sa femme)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzOp3_qUKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qg6d8tqtSgU/s1600-h/Casamento+Verinha+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025118503039553698" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzOp3_qUKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qg6d8tqtSgU/s400/Casamento+Verinha+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cristiano e Fabia (amigos da irmã de Félicien), Pandora e Victoria (sobrinhas de Félicien), Mathilde e Eric (irmã de Felix e seu marido).&lt;br/&gt;Cristiano et Fabia (amis de ma soeure), Pandora et Victoria (mes nièces), Mathilde et Eric (ma soeur et son mari)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzOZH_qUJI/AAAAAAAAAII/9Ne_ureN23Y/s1600-h/Casamento+Verinha+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025118215276744850" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzOZH_qUJI/AAAAAAAAAII/9Ne_ureN23Y/s400/Casamento+Verinha+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pandora tão linda entre os avos!&lt;br/&gt;Pandora et ses grand-parents&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzOEn_qUHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UEappBDw70U/s1600-h/Casamento+Verinha+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025117863089426546" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzOEn_qUHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UEappBDw70U/s400/Casamento+Verinha+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Meu povo!&lt;br/&gt;La famille de Vera !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzN8H_qUGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-oqQ3boYCaE/s1600-h/Casamento+Verinha+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025117717060538466" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzN8H_qUGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-oqQ3boYCaE/s400/Casamento+Verinha+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Felicidade!&lt;br/&gt;Bonheur !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzPLH_qUNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2VfKLl55rlI/s1600-h/Casamento+Verinha+05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025119074270204114" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzPLH_qUNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2VfKLl55rlI/s400/Casamento+Verinha+05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bom humor!&lt;br/&gt;Bonne humeur !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzNzX_qUFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I2nSEP8JA1I/s1600-h/000001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025117566736683090" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzNzX_qUFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I2nSEP8JA1I/s400/000001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Carinho! (Hugues)&lt;br/&gt;Tendresse ! (Hugues)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzMgX_qUEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oPysI2F6suY/s1600-h/000002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025116140807540802" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzMgX_qUEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oPysI2F6suY/s400/000002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Emoção! (Ibanes)&lt;br/&gt;Emotion ! (Ibanes)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzLvH_qUDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uSJEXW4WG_A/s1600-h/000003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025115294698983474" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzLvH_qUDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uSJEXW4WG_A/s400/000003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Amizade! (Otavio)&lt;br/&gt;Amitiés ! (Otavio)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzLnn_qUCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VjsIPyce87Q/s1600-h/000004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025115165849964578" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzLnn_qUCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VjsIPyce87Q/s400/000004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Saudades muuuuito GRANDE! (Paulo Mattos)&lt;br/&gt;Saudade (terme intraduisible en français mais proche de l'idée de nostalgie) - Paulo Mattos&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzLbn_qUBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/55MtHsXMrGE/s1600-h/000008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025114959691534354" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzLbn_qUBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/55MtHsXMrGE/s400/000008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Grande honra! (Cristiane, Anne (irmãzinha!) e Andreinha)&lt;br/&gt;Les copines : Cristiane, Anne et Andréinha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzLRn_qUAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dsMsOFDdWoY/s1600-h/000019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025114787892842498" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzLRn_qUAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dsMsOFDdWoY/s400/000019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Prestando atenção na...&lt;br/&gt;Captivés par...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzLGH_qT_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/y2g08hnVe0M/s1600-h/000020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025114590324346866" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzLGH_qT_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/y2g08hnVe0M/s400/000020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;... Ully cantando com...&lt;br/&gt;... Ully en train de chanter avec...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzK2X_qT-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/XAgvWQlVaVs/s1600-h/000021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025114319741407202" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzK2X_qT-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/XAgvWQlVaVs/s400/000021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;... a banda de samba Tia Ciata!&lt;br/&gt;... le groupe de samba Tia Ciata !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzKpH_qT9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/sd2GsQfwPX0/s1600-h/000023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025114092108140498" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzKpH_qT9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/sd2GsQfwPX0/s400/000023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzKdn_qT8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TNLpK6m1pPE/s1600-h/000022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025113894539644866" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzKdn_qT8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TNLpK6m1pPE/s400/000022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzKQX_qT7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/B4M88kdyCLM/s1600-h/Casamento+Verinha+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025113666906378162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzKQX_qT7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/B4M88kdyCLM/s400/Casamento+Verinha+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;O discurso de minha mãe.&lt;br/&gt;Le discours de Regina&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzKF3_qT6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/aoS8tlw0Vao/s1600-h/Casamento+Verinha+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025113486517751714" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzKF3_qT6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/aoS8tlw0Vao/s400/Casamento+Verinha+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Atenção mulherada! Agora eu vou jogar o buquet!&lt;br/&gt;Attention les filles ! Maintenant je vais lancer le bouquet !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzJ7H_qT5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/akuZ95ZSmfc/s1600-h/000013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025113301834157970" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzJ7H_qT5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/akuZ95ZSmfc/s400/000013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Uaaaaaaa!&lt;br/&gt;Wouhaaa !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzJY3_qT4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/i4fUY3okme8/s1600-h/000014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025112713423638402" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzJY3_qT4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/i4fUY3okme8/s400/000014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;E Adriana pegou! Não acreditei!&lt;br/&gt;Et c'est Adriana qui l'a attrapé !!! Je n'arrive pas à y croire !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzCi3_qT3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5TmfOzROLn4/s1600-h/000055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025105188640935794" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzCi3_qT3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5TmfOzROLn4/s400/000055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ainda não acreditei!&lt;br/&gt;Toujours pas !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzCMH_qT2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3WL_Bij-TaY/s1600-h/000131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025104797798911842" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzCMH_qT2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3WL_Bij-TaY/s400/000131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Minha mãe agradecendo a banda Tia Ciata.&lt;br/&gt;Regina en train de remercier le groupe Tia Ciata&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzCBH_qT1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/oWQyJRMhing/s1600-h/000015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025104608820350802" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzCBH_qT1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/oWQyJRMhing/s400/000015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Benjamin, Haroldo e Riquet.&lt;br/&gt;Benjamin, Haroldo et Riquet&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzB13_qT0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kKO6a8CPaY4/s1600-h/000016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025104415546822466" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzB13_qT0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kKO6a8CPaY4/s400/000016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fim de festa: os franceses Fabienne, Benjamin e Hugues.&lt;br/&gt;Fin de fête ; venus de France : Fabienne, Benjamin et Hugues&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzBsn_qTzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wR92FCtacpo/s1600-h/000025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025104256633032498" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzBsn_qTzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wR92FCtacpo/s400/000025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Agora com outro francês, o chef Nicolas.&lt;br/&gt;Avec un autre français, le chef Nicolas&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzBjX_qTyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bhdhDMpR81g/s1600-h/000024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025104097719242530" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzBjX_qTyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bhdhDMpR81g/s400/000024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;E o sambão continua do outro lado da rua no buteco do Italiano...&lt;br/&gt;Et le samba continue de l'autre côté de la rue, au restaurant italien du coin...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-4138551506984662723?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/4138551506984662723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=4138551506984662723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/4138551506984662723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/4138551506984662723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2007/01/salvadorba-final-do-final-cest-fini.html' title='salvador,ba * final do final, c&apos;est fini...'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbzPBX_qUMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9zX4b0r7gTs/s72-c/000017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-5090975473054461288</id><published>2006-07-14T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:52:51.164Z</updated><title type='text'>brasil * salvador,bahia! uhuuuuuu!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbyr0n_qTvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OApLj49Ah94/s1600-h/Imagem+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025080204816174834" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbyr0n_qTvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OApLj49Ah94/s400/Imagem+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mãe, CHEGUEI ! ! ! ! !&lt;br/&gt;Vera retrouve sa maman !!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbyrt3_qTuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AjvEARjpU-s/s1600-h/Imagem+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025080088852057826" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbyrt3_qTuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AjvEARjpU-s/s400/Imagem+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minha primeira visao na Orla: o rapaz trepando no coqueiro.&lt;br/&gt;Notre première vision du bord de mer : le type en train de récupérer des noix de cocos &lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrlX_qTtI/AAAAAAAAACs/bHvtk3QcKLE/s1600-h/Imagem+305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025079942823169746" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrlX_qTtI/AAAAAAAAACs/bHvtk3QcKLE/s400/Imagem+305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Segunda visao na praia de Itapua: o tradicional baba.&lt;br/&gt;deuxième vision sur la plage d'Itapuã : le traditionnel football&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrgX_qTsI/AAAAAAAAACk/tcpHSf4RQHM/s1600-h/Imagem+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025079856923823810" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrgX_qTsI/AAAAAAAAACk/tcpHSf4RQHM/s400/Imagem+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... aaaaai que alivio gostoooooso...&lt;br/&gt;... aaahhh !! Quel soulagement d'être arrivé !!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrYX_qTrI/AAAAAAAAACc/tu3n86elFuY/s1600-h/Imagem+317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025079719484870322" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrYX_qTrI/AAAAAAAAACc/tu3n86elFuY/s400/Imagem+317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caminhada na praia, e o Farol de Itapua sempre presente.&lt;br/&gt;Petite ballade sur la plage; au fond le phare d'Itapuã toujours là !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrTX_qTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/yt_MeLEisB8/s1600-h/Imagem+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025079633585524386" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrTX_qTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/yt_MeLEisB8/s400/Imagem+332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tem coisa mais deliciosa que amigos?&lt;br/&gt;(Ully, Felix, Vera e Otavio)&lt;br/&gt;Les hommes à barbe et les femmes à chapeau !! (avec Ully et Otavio)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrKn_qTpI/AAAAAAAAACM/Rxhbt-GjkAU/s1600-h/Imagem+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025079483261669010" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrKn_qTpI/AAAAAAAAACM/Rxhbt-GjkAU/s400/Imagem+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na Barraca de Juvenah.&lt;br/&gt;Meu povo que eu amo tanto: Gigante, Cris, Renato, Edu e Paulo Mattos. Quanto honra em recebe-los.&lt;br/&gt;A la paillote de juvenah. Les amis qui nous ont fait l'honneur et le plaisir de nous rejoindre : Gigante, Cris, Renato, Edu et Paulo Mattos.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrD3_qToI/AAAAAAAAACE/acKvc5ahhoQ/s1600-h/Imagem+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025079367297552002" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyrD3_qToI/AAAAAAAAACE/acKvc5ahhoQ/s400/Imagem+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh! Quanto tempo ! ! ! Gigante e Fabienne depois de 6 anos.&lt;br/&gt;Ah, ça faisait longtemps !!! Gigante et Fabienne après 6 ans.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbyq83_qTnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2bH6dcTO37I/s1600-h/Imagem+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025079247038467698" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbyq83_qTnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2bH6dcTO37I/s400/Imagem+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haroldo que conhecemos em Paris e agora mora em Sampa. A Claudia nao pode vir, mas eu amo ela tambem. Gente boa ta ai, viu.&lt;br/&gt;Haroldo que l'on a connu à Pairs et qui habite maintenant à São Paulo. Claudia malheureusement n'a pas pu venir.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbyq1X_qTmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ml6G6rJMu-A/s1600-h/Imagem+337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025079118189448802" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbyq1X_qTmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ml6G6rJMu-A/s400/Imagem+337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monsieur Elevador Lacerda.&lt;br/&gt;Monsieur l'ascenceur Lacerda&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyqwX_qTlI/AAAAAAAAABs/rbbAXE23Bgs/s1600-h/Imagem+340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025079032290102866" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyqwX_qTlI/AAAAAAAAABs/rbbAXE23Bgs/s400/Imagem+340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madamme Feira de Sao Joaquim.&lt;br/&gt;Madame foire de Sao Joaquim&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyqG3_qTkI/AAAAAAAAABM/sZKS5PrGx3s/s1600-h/Imagem+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025078319325531714" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/RbyqG3_qTkI/AAAAAAAAABM/sZKS5PrGx3s/s400/Imagem+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Magia em Ponta de Humaita: Renato, meus sogros Lison e Riquet, e Gustavo.&lt;br/&gt;Magie au pont de Humaita : Renato, mes parents et Gustavo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbyp2n_qTiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mR50Skc3CSM/s1600-h/Imagem+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025078040152657442" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbyp2n_qTiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mR50Skc3CSM/s400/Imagem+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haroldo e Benjamin na casa de minha mae.&lt;br/&gt;Haroldo et Benjamin chez Regina; et non, Benjamin ne chante pas (à ce moment là), il baille tout simplement !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbypvn_qThI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KxU_DoR3qtM/s1600-h/Imagem+350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025077919893573138" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbypvn_qThI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KxU_DoR3qtM/s400/Imagem+350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Benjamim e Felix num restaurante do Mercado Modelo.&lt;br/&gt;Benjamin et moi dans un restaurant du Marché modèle&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbypqn_qTgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gOTFePTV_Bc/s1600-h/Imagem+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025077833994227202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbypqn_qTgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gOTFePTV_Bc/s400/Imagem+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felix e meu irmao Daniel no portao da casa de minha mae.&lt;br/&gt;Moi et mon beau-frêre Daniel au portail de chez Regina&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbypj3_qTfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KisvTzv2qkg/s1600-h/Imagem+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025077718030110194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbypj3_qTfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KisvTzv2qkg/s400/Imagem+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Visitando minha queridissima Tia Nair, irma mais nova de minha vo Nobelina (que Deus a tenha).&lt;br/&gt;Tia Nair que tambem eh artista talentosissima e minusiosa, e tem bom humor, energia e vitalidade inacreditaveis! Um exemplo.&lt;br/&gt;Visite de la chère tante de Vera, "Tia Nair"; soeur cadette de la grand-mère Nobelina. Tia Nair est aussi une artiste minutieuse et très talentueuse; elle est toujours de bonne humeur et a une énergie incroyable, un exemple !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-5090975473054461288?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/5090975473054461288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=5090975473054461288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/5090975473054461288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/5090975473054461288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/07/brasil-salvadorbahia-uhuuuuuu.html' title='brasil * salvador,bahia! uhuuuuuu!!!!!'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbyr0n_qTvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OApLj49Ah94/s72-c/Imagem+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-116363288482103457</id><published>2006-07-09T23:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:35:02.542Z</updated><title type='text'>brasil * belem do para</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/Imagem%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRESIDENTE FIGUEIREDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/02IMG_6145a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/02IMG_6145a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/03IMG_6125a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/03IMG_6125a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/04IMG_6136a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/04IMG_6136a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/05IMG_6143a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/05IMG_6143a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/02IMG_6062.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/02IMG_6062.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/01IMG_6054.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/01IMG_6054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-115929245865870074?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/115929245865870074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=115929245865870074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115929245865870074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115929245865870074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/06/brasil-tabatinga-manaus.html' title='brasil * tabatinga - manaus'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-115836363148825613</id><published>2006-06-25T23:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:36:32.381Z</updated><title type='text'>brasil * tabatinga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notre arrivée au Brésil !! Enfin !! Quel soulagement !! Tout le monde est souriant, accueillant; bref on se sent chez soi ! L'inscription sur les marches donne une idée de la ferveur footballistique qui règne au Brésil à l'approche de la coupe du monde : "le 6ème [titre] est pour nous" !! Le pays entier est derrière la Seleção !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La frontière entre Tabatinga, au Brésil, et Leticia, en Colombie, est quasiment inexistante. Elle est simplement signalée par cette pancarte installée par les brésiliens. On passe d'un côté à l'autre sans aucune vérification de passeport. Santa Rosa, côté péruvien, se trouve de l'autre côté du fleuve, on s'y rend en bateau&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vendeur de poisson sur le marché de Leticia&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Où est le vautour ? Le palmier ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5950.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiko, que nous avons rencontré sur le bateau; il est de São Paulo et travaille dans une ONG avec les tribus indiennes, pour les aider à perpétuer leurs langues et leurs traditions&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La "carreata" est un impressionnant défilé motorisé réunissant ici toute la population de Tabatinga au moment de la victoire du Brésil sur le Ghana. Toute cette masse emprunte l'unique route de la ville qui mène à Leticia, de l'autre côté de la frontière. Quand ils arriveront au bout de la route (à quelques kilomètres), ils reviendront dans l'autre sens. Et oui, il n'y a quasiment pas de route en Amazonie !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5958.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5958.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Une bonne partie des gens est éméchée; de temps en temps quelqu'un tombe et doit se dégager très vite pour ne pas être écrasé par les suivants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-115836363148825613?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/115836363148825613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=115836363148825613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115836363148825613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115836363148825613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/06/brasil-tabatinga.html' title='brasil * tabatinga'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-115836005300498844</id><published>2006-06-23T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:37:21.363Z</updated><title type='text'>peru - brasil *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/06IMG_5928.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/06IMG_5928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notre bateau, le Manuel, qui relie 2 fois par semaine Iquitos à Santa Rosa, sur la frontière brésilienne&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/07IMG_5883.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/07IMG_5883.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vue depuis le bateau au moment de l'embarquement&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bercées dans les hamacs au rythme du fleuve...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on s'y fait très bien !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Préparation de notre repas à bord; tous les repas sont identiques : poulet et riz servis dans une feuille de bananier&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5889.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5889.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lever de soleil&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; escale dans un petit village fluvial où nous laissons des marchandises et des passagers&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5902.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5902.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pirogues typiques de la région avec des moteurs spécialement conçus pour la région, fabriqués à Manaus (Brésil)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dans cette région, tout le monde vit sur l'eau et se déplace en pirogue&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; le résultat de l'exploitation forestière menée au Pérou (au Brésil, la situation semble être plus contrôlée)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-115836005300498844?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/115836005300498844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=115836005300498844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115836005300498844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115836005300498844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/06/peru-brasil.html' title='peru - brasil *'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-115835918925807875</id><published>2006-06-22T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:38:01.383Z</updated><title type='text'>peru * iquitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/01IMG_5864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/01IMG_5864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vue sur le fleuve Amazone à Iquitos&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/02IMG_5865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/02IMG_5865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taxi utilisé à Iquitos&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/03IMG_5869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/03IMG_5869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inca Kola est le soda "local" du Pérou&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/04IMG_5870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/04IMG_5870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aux abords du fleuve, le stock de troncs d'arbre&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/05IMG_5874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/05IMG_5874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sous une averse torrentielle comme on en rencontre souvent dans cette région&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-115835918925807875?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/115835918925807875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=115835918925807875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115835918925807875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115835918925807875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/06/peru-iquitos.html' title='peru * iquitos'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-115454579805528659</id><published>2006-05-28T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:40:23.061Z</updated><title type='text'>chile - peru *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/20IMG_5648a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/20IMG_5648a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evohe, le bateau sur lequel nous nous sommes embarqué pour 3 semaines; il sillone les mers du monde depuis 20 ans pour transporter des expéditions scientifiques ou des équipes de la BBC&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/34.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/34.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L'équipe venue de Nouvelle-Zélande (en partant d'en haut à gauche) : Chloé, Steve (Captain Steve), Murray et Allison&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quelques passagers : Will l'australien, Paul l'anglais et Wes l'américain&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/02IMG_5519a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/02IMG_5519a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dans le rôle du squatteur de quais : le lion de mer du Pacifique&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/01IMG_5517a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/01IMG_5517a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; et toute l'équipe ! Ils passent leurs journées à se dorer sur les marches du ponton&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/03IMG_5528a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/03IMG_5528a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quelques dauphins parmi la centaine qui entourait le bateau&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/04IMG_5529a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/04IMG_5529a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will essaie de reconnaître les mammifères qui nous entourent : "alors, celui-là, c'est flipper ???"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/07IMG_5562a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/07IMG_5562a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Diego, cuistot, musicien et homme à tout faire du bateau; à l'approche des côtes péruviennes, il faut enlever le drapeau chilien et mettre le drapeau néo-zélandais en attendant de confectionner un joli drapeau péruvien&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/05IMG_5550a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/05IMG_5550a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ici à Arica, nous faisons le plein d'eau car ce ne sera pas facile au Pérou...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/06IMG_5601a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/06IMG_5601a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Expédition posage de l'ancre arrière&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/08IMG_5617a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/08IMG_5617a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enfin un peu de vent le long de cette côte tranquille, on met les voiles&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/10IMG_5558a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/10IMG_5558a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chloé et le bateau de pêche à Arica&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/09IMG_5548a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/09IMG_5548a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Les pêcheurs étaient toujours extrêmement attentionnés; ils passaient régulièrement nous offrir des sceaux entiers de "poisson roi" (pesce rei)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/11IMG_5559a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/11IMG_5559a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/12IMG_5592a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/12IMG_5592a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/13IMG_5607a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/13IMG_5607a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L'arrivée de cet immence pétrolier nous a valut des remous pendant plusieurs heures&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/14IMG_5534a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/14IMG_5534a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;scène classique au mouillage&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/15aIMG_5664a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/15aIMG_5664a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/16IMG_5658a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/16IMG_5658a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soirées passées à jouer aux cartes en apprenant l'espagnol; merci Diego !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/17IMG_5536a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/17IMG_5536a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/18IMG_5832a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/18IMG_5832a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pour ne pas perdre la forme, nous avions institué une séance de gym tous les matins sur le pont&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/19IMG_5833a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/19IMG_5833a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tout le monde participe !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/21IMG_5630a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/21IMG_5630a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hissage de voile&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/22IMG_5620a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/22IMG_5620a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/23IMG_5626a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/23IMG_5626a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/24IMG_5634a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/24IMG_5634a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/25IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/25IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;expédition "ski nautique" sur le morey boogie&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/26IMG_5774a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/26IMG_5774a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/27IMG_5535a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/27IMG_5535a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en pleine mer, le blues des marins&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/28IMG_5640a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/28IMG_5640a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/29IMG_5822a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/29IMG_5822a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/30IMG_5746a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/30IMG_5746a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vera dans notre chambre; finalement, le bateau était un de nos logements le plus confortable&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/31IMG_5767a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/31IMG_5767a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; la cuisine d'Evohe&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/32IMG_5761a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/32IMG_5761a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diego reprend sa casquette de chef&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/33IMG_5813a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/33IMG_5813a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ce soir nous mangeons du "ceviche", délicieux poisson cru au citron à la mode péruvienne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-115454579805528659?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/115454579805528659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=115454579805528659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115454579805528659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115454579805528659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/05/chile-peru.html' title='chile - peru *'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-115141774077783687</id><published>2006-05-19T13:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:41:26.899Z</updated><title type='text'>chile * antofagasta, atacama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5233a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5233a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;CHACAYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Acampando em praia deserta. Dormimos com medo de ataque de lobos marinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Camping sur une plage déserte. Nous avons dormi en ayant peur d'une attaque de lion de mer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5248a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5248a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; LA CUCHARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Outro acampamento concorrente do paraiso perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Autre campement, concurrent du paradis. &lt;p p="" span=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5239a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5239a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5242a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5242a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&lt;p font=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;A maior parte do litoral da America do Sul do lado do Pacifico é assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;La majeure partie du littoral sud américain, côté Pacifique, est dans ce genre là&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5270a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5270a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATACAMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A caça a madeira no deserto que nao ve chuva a 100 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;La chasse au bois dans un désert où il ne pleut pas depuis 100 ans&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5276a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5276a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHACANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Acampamos neste oasis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nous avons campé dans cet oasis&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5277a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5277a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5287a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5287a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; A caminho do &lt;strong&gt;Salar de Ascotan&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sur la route du salar de Ascotan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5305a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5305a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;... onde tentamos acampar ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;... où nous avons essayé de camper...&lt;p p="" span=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5308a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5308a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&lt;p font=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;... mas como fica a mais de 4000 metros de altitude, todo mundo passou mal depois do jantar, e tivemos que abandonar o salar. A Dani ja estava até tendo alucinacoes, coitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;... mais comme c'est déjà à plus de 4000 mètres d'altitude, tout le monde était mal après le dîner, et nous avons du renoncer au salar. Dani était déjà en proie aux hallucinations !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5290a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5290a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pueblitos no nosso caminho. Aqui &lt;strong&gt;Chiu Chiu&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Des petits villages sur le chemin. Ici Chiu Chiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5338a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5338a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rodoviaria de &lt;strong&gt;Ayquina&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;La gare routière d'Ayquina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5331a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5331a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;... um &lt;em&gt;pueblito&lt;/em&gt; de 40 habitantes encravado num vale de rio, onde passamos a noite os quatro num quartinho do centro cumunitario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;... un village de 40 habitants logé dans la vallée, où nous avons passé la nuit dans le local radio de la communauté.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5330a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5330a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;O tal quartinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;le dit local...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5316a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5316a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; ...e a vista espetacular!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;et la vue spectaculaire !!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5335a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5335a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Abastecendo na reserva de agua potavel de Ayquina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;faisant le plein dans la réserve d'eau potable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5372a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5372a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A caminho de San Pedro de Atacama por uma estradinha de terra que encontramos no mapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sur le chemin de San Pedro de Atacama; une route en terre trouvée sur la carte&lt;p p="" span=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5341a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5341a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&lt;p font=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Esses cactos servaem pra um monte de coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ces cactus servent à plein de choses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5347a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5347a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Inclusive como suporte de telhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;... notamment comme support de toiture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5385a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5385a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Classico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Classique !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5402a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5402a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Detalhe do design de muros de barro tipico do Atacama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Détail du dessin d'un mur en terre typique de l'Atacama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5419a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5419a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Agente ia acampar neste oasis, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;On allait camper dans cet oasis, mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5416a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5416a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;... o gerente desta terma convidou a gente pra dormir no quartinho de deposito, e de manhã foi essa maravilha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;... le gérant de la source nous a invité à dormir dans la grange, et le matin, il y avait cette merveille ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5409a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5409a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5426a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5426a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Praticamente na lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quasiment dans la lune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5428a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5428a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5435a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5435a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Na entrada do Vale da Morte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A l'entrée de la vallé de la mort...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5434a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5434a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;...que é assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;... qui ressemble à ça !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5441a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5441a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Revoada de flamingos no salar de Atacama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vol de flamands roses sur le salar d'Atacama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5438a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5438a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; Eu e Dan observando so moluscos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vera et Dani observant les mollusques&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5457a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5457a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; Lagartixa bem pequenininha do salar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;petit lézard du salar&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5460a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5460a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5473a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5473a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; Piscina natural em Peine, ao lado do salar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Piscine naturelle de Peine, à côté du salar&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5478a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5478a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sal mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;c'est du sel !&lt;p p="" span=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5484a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5484a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5491a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5491a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&lt;p font=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;No meio do nada nada nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Au milieu de nuuuuulle part ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5488a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5488a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;...café da manhã no meio do nada nada nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;... petit déjeûner au milieu de nuuulle part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5493a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5493a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Will tentando desatolar o carro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Will en train d'essayer de désembourber la voiture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5505a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5505a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;De volta a Antofagasta no Hostel Karukasta com esse grande musicoe poeta que trabalha lá, o Sérgio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;De retour a Antofagasta à l'hôtel Karukasta avec le grand musicien et poète qui travaille là-bas, Sergio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5499a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5499a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;E com Domingos, que é tambem grande musico e indio mapuche do sul do Chile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Et avec Domingos qui est aussi un grand musicien et indien Mapuche, du sud du Chili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5508.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5508.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pelicanos em Antofagasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pélicans à Antofagsta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-115141774077783687?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/115141774077783687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=115141774077783687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115141774077783687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115141774077783687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/05/chile-antofagasta-atacama.html' title='chile * antofagasta, atacama'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-115134840065477589</id><published>2006-05-10T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:44:13.740Z</updated><title type='text'>• chile * cajon de maipo, valparaiso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5108a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5108a.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Santiago&lt;/strong&gt; vu depuis le &lt;strong&gt;cerro San Cristóbal&lt;/strong&gt;; la pollution nous empeche de voir les montagnes alentour et nous motive pour aller chercher un peu d´air pur dans les environs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Vista de &lt;strong&gt;Santiago&lt;/strong&gt; de Chile de cima do cerro San Cristóbal. A poluição nos impede de ver os andes, e nos motiva ir buscar ar puro no proximo passeio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5115a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5115a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baños Colinas&lt;/strong&gt;, un endroit magique, un peu lunaire ou nous avons trouve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baños Colinas&lt;/strong&gt;, paisagem lunar. Acampamos ao lado das termas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5125a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5125a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;...des sources d'eau chaude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...termas de água salgada com calcario e 40 graus de quentura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5126a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5126a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will, un ami australien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will é um australiano viciado visitar termas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5120a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5120a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5149a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5149a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Randonnee dans le parc national "El Morado". A cette epoque de l'annee, il devrait y avoir 1 metre de neige !!! Nous avons de la chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Xuxuzão magrelão na trilha do Parque Natcional "El Morado", que nessa epoca do ano deveria ter 1 metro de neve. Muuuita sorte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5137a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5137a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nous avons rencontre Will et Daniele a l'Ile de Paques, et avons continue un bout de chemin ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Encontramos Will e Danielle na Ilha de Pascua, nos juntamos pra dividir aluguel de carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5143a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5143a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5157a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5157a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Musique chez Diego et Tomas, ici avec Edgar. Nos amis australiens avaient rencontre Tomas en Patagonie qui les avait invite a passer a &lt;strong&gt;Laguna Verde&lt;/strong&gt;, a cote de Valparaiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Em &lt;strong&gt;Laguna Verde - Valparaiso&lt;/strong&gt;. Musica com Edgar na casa de Diego e Tomás. Os australianos conheceram o Tomás em janeiro na Patagonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5156a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5156a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will a l'harmonica et Diego a la batterie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will na gaita e Diego na bateria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5171a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5171a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vera dans la cuisine de la maison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu na cozinha. Detalhe nas teclas do piano penduradas em cima do balcao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5221a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5221a.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt; La maison de Diego et Tomas est incroyable, le jardin donne sur la mer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A casa de Diego e Tomás é incrivel, o jardim é de frente pro mar, so que em cima de uma falesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5165a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5165a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;bagnoire au feu de bois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Banheira ao ar livre com aquecimento a lenha. Nao acreditei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5177a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5177a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;depuis la bagnoire on voit la mer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Da banheira se vê o mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5168a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5168a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ca donne a peu pres ca !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;... tipo assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5201a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5201a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Isso é de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5205a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5205a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ca c'est leur bateau, fabrique par leur pere; il n'est pas termine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Este é o barco de pai do Tomas e Diego. Infelizmente ele morreu a menos de um ano ser terminá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5215a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5215a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;rencontre insolite avec Nicolas Giacomino et le photographe Pablo Castro dans un cafe de Valparaiso. Je leur ai depuis transmis cette photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Passando na calçada desse bar em Valparaiso, paramos pra admirar a foto do laptop. Quando de repente, o tiozão aparece la de traz. Muito louco. Isso seria meta linguagem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5212a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5212a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dans les rues de Valparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nas ruas de Valparaiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5217a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5217a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"eteins la tele, vis ta vie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APAGA LA TELE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;VIVE LA VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5219a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5219a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Affames dans un restaurant de Valparaiso !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Muita fome nesse retaurante que é decorado com coleções de qualquer coisa, e fotos 3x4 de qualquer um !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5229a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5229a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ce jour-la on pouvait voir les montagnes depuis Santiago ; peut-etre avait-il plu la veille ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;De volta pra Santiago, entregar o carro e pegar o busão pra Antofagasta. Nesse dia dava até pra ver os andes no por do sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-115134840065477589?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/115134840065477589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=115134840065477589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115134840065477589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/115134840065477589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/05/chile-cajon-de-maipo-valparaiso.html' title='• chile * cajon de maipo, valparaiso'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-114946611903137425</id><published>2006-05-02T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:18:04.423Z</updated><title type='text'>• rapa nui *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4932a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_4932a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matonga en train de la jouer de la "mandibula".&lt;/strong&gt; Nous avons campe dans le jardin de l'auberge de sa mere, Doña elvira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matonga tocando "mandibula".&lt;/strong&gt; Acampamos no quintal da pousada da mae desse personagem, Doña Elvira, que me deixou encantada; um cara meio fechado, parece super serio, mas so fala besteira. Comigo ele foi de uma gentileza sem tamanho. Matonga, você é magico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4932a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4968a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4968a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La repetition du groupe dans la veranda, avec les fils et neveux de Doña Elvira.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No ensaio na nossa varanda, entre filhos e sobrinhos de Doña Elvira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5067a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5067a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Moi au milieu des danseuses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Xuxuzao entre as bailarinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5070a.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5070a.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5069a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5069a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt; Close no bonitao. Adorei o nome dele: Eu !!! Ele se chama Eu !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4973a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_4973a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Immense cratere d'un ancien volcan avec des lagunes d'eau de pluie au milieu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imensa cratera de ex-volcao com lagoas de agua de chuva la dentro. Um cachorrinho simpatico no detalhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4980a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_4980a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Un petroglyphe avec l'ile de l'homme oiseau au fond !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um petroglifo com a ilha do homem pássaro no fundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5005a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5005a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ce jour-la nous passions a cote de l'aeroport quand nous avons vu l'arrivee de la presidente du Chili, Michele Bachelet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nesse dia agente estava passando ao lado do aeroporto, quando vimos a chegada de La Presidenta de Chile, Michele Bachelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4996a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4996a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Toutes les ecoles de l'ile amenerent les enfants pour l'accueillir. De loin, ils criaient "que venga, que venga..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todas as escolas da ilha levaram as crianças pra recebê-la. De longe eles gritavam "que venga, que venga, que venga!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4957a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4957a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pour les commemorations du mois de la mer et du rapatriement d'un Moai (statue geante), en plus de la presidente, sont venus les Jaivas, le groupe de *traditionnelle le plus vieux et plus connu du Chili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para as comemoraçoes do mês do mar, alem de la presidenta, vieram tambem o conjunto de musica tradicional mais antigo e famoso do Chile; Los Jaiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5057a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5057a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Partout ou on allait, ils etaient là a tourner leur clip.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos lugares que iamos, la estavam eles gravando o clip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5060a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5060a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5080a.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5080a.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Captives par le concert, nous avons oublie de faire de bonnes photos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esquecemos de fazer fotos decentes do show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5011a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_5011a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vera et un Moai, sur le site ou ils etaient fabriques.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu e um moai, no sitio onde eles eram fabricados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5014a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5014a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tete de Moai !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cara de moai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5006a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5006a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5041a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5041a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cette pierre rouge est un chapeau de Moai... immense...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa pedra vermelha é um chapéu de moai... imenso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5044a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5044a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;... voyez le chapeau sur cette statue. Elles sont gigantesques !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...olha o chapeu de aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5037a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5037a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le mystere sur leur signification continue ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E sigue sendo um misterio o que eles significavam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5027a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5027a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;... Mais on sait que pour les transporter de "l'usine" aux 4 coins de l'ile, les Rapa-Nui utiliserent jusqu'au dernier arbre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... mas se sabe que para transporta-los da "fabrica" ate outros pontos da ilha, os Rapa-Nui usaram até a ultima árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5026a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5026a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_5055a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_5055a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4961a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4961a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-114946611903137425?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/114946611903137425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=114946611903137425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114946611903137425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114946611903137425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/05/rapa-nui.html' title='• rapa nui *'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-114878272960313309</id><published>2006-04-30T02:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:16:08.000Z</updated><title type='text'>• tahiti *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4905a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_4905a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tahiti&lt;/strong&gt;, ou nous ne sommes restes que 24 heures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na verdade só ficamos 24 horas em &lt;strong&gt;Papeetee&lt;/strong&gt;, capital do &lt;strong&gt;Tahiti&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4908a.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4908a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nous avons eu le temps de passer a la plage. La mer est reellement superbe. A cause du manque de plancton l'eau est transparente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deu tempo de dar um pulinho na praia. Realmente o mar é belissimo. Pela falta de planctons, a agua é transparente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4914a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4914a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;C'est encore mieux en vrai !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Coisa de louco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-114878272960313309?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/114878272960313309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=114878272960313309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114878272960313309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114878272960313309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/04/tahiti.html' title='• tahiti *'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-114878241159313893</id><published>2006-04-21T01:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:46:46.243Z</updated><title type='text'>• nz * abel tasman, tongariro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4766a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_4766a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Parc national Abel Tasman&lt;/strong&gt; ; un bijou, meme si le soleil n'etait pas au rendez-vous !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parque nacional Abel Tasman&lt;/strong&gt;. Uma joia minha senhora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plan de la randonnee que nous avons faite a Abel Tasman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mapa da trilha que fizemos la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4778a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4778a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Phoques rencontres en chemin ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Uma colonia de focas macho jovens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4804a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4804a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; des moules gigantesques ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Moluscos gigantescos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4807a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4807a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... mais pas aussi grandes que les arbres !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...nao tao grandes quanto foi esta arvore !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4810a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4810a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;Picton&lt;/strong&gt;, au bord des Marlborough sounds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Em &lt;strong&gt;Picton&lt;/strong&gt; a espera do ferryboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4820a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4820a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sur le ferry en retournant vers l'ile nord; rencontre avec une chanteuse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A bordo do ferry; conhecemos a cantora Wendy e 3 dos seua 4 filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4874a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_4874a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randonnee au milieu de l'ile nord au parc national de Tongariro, une region tres volcanique&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tongariro National Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4877a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4877a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4880a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4880a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4888a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4888a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4898a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4898a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En stop pour remonter a Auckland; quelques minutes apres nous recontrons un type qui nous a depose dans la rue de notre auberge, trop sympa ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Voltando pra Auckland de carona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4891a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4891a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;en stop avec une famille de kiwis, leurs chiens et chats. Le gars avec la casquette a ete pris en meme temps que nous !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...uma etapa foi com essa familia e seus animais. O cara de boné estava de carona tambem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-114878241159313893?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/114878241159313893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=114878241159313893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114878241159313893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114878241159313893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/04/nz-abel-tasman-tongariro.html' title='• nz * abel tasman, tongariro'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-114714061877689422</id><published>2006-03-24T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:55:35.036Z</updated><title type='text'>• nz * catlins, cromwel, west coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_4014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Coucher de soleil dans les Catlins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cada por-do-sol...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lion de mer sortant de l'eau pour aller dormir sur la plage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Leao marinho saindo do mar pra dormir no areial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Admirant les reflets !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pirando nos espelhados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_4041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_4041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/01IMG_4061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/01IMG_4061.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bucket Boy !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pendant 3 semaines nous avons fait les vendanges dans la region de Cromwell. Il suffit d'apporter son passeport dans une agence de travail temporaire et ils font le necessaire pour modifier le visa de tourisme en visa de travail. On ouvre un compte en quelques minutes, et c'est parti ! 11,32 NZD de l'heure, a base de 9 heures par jour, c'est pas enorme mais ca suffit a financer une partie du voyage !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Durante 3 semanas trabalhamos na colheita de uva na regiao de &lt;strong&gt;Cromwel&lt;/strong&gt;. Basta levar o passaporte na agencia de trabalhos temporarios e eles fazem uma pequena variacao no seu visto. Tambem tem que abrir conta em banco (que e suuuper simples). 11,32 NZD por hora! Media de 9 horas de trabalho duro por dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/02IMG_4258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/02IMG_4258.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Point de rencontre avant de partir vers un des differents vignobles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ponto de encontro antes de ir pra alguma fazenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/05IMG_4077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/05IMG_4077.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Machine pour cueillir les grapes, meme si encore la majorite est faite a la main. Cette machine ne fait que cueillir mais elle ne separe pas les feuilles du raisin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Maquina de colher uva, mesmo se a maioria ainda seja feito a mao. Essa maquina nao so colhe, mas tb separa as folhas das uvas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/06IMG_4204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/06IMG_4204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/09IMG_4261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/09IMG_4261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/10IMG_4253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/10IMG_4253.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;L'heure du repas ("smoko")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hora do lanche "smoko"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/11IMG_4316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/11IMG_4316.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;...epuises, les camarades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...esgotados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/13IMG_4255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/13IMG_4255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/14IMG_4315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/14IMG_4315.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Manon et Adrien. Francais collegues de la cueillette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Manon e Adrian. Franceses nossos colegas de colheita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/15IMG_4281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/15IMG_4281.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chaque bac jaune vaut environ 11 000 NZD (6000 euros). On en remplissait une quinzaine par jour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cada baldao amarelo desses vale 11mil NZD. Agente enchia uns 15 por dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/16IMG_4310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/16IMG_4310.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lavant les barquettes dans l'etang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lavando o balde na represa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/19IMG_4262.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/19IMG_4262.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Cara de boia-fria direitinho, ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/19IMG_4262.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/19IMG_4313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/19IMG_4313.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Notre gang etait constitue de Tcheques, israeliens, anglais, francais, bresiliens, allemands, hollandais, kiwis, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nossa gangue era composta de tchecos, israelenses, ingleses, franceses, brasileiros, alemaes, holandeses, e kiwis tb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/21IMG_4072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/21IMG_4072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;On se levait vraiment tot, mais on avait droit a un superbe ciel !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Acordava-mos tao cedo que o ceu sempre nos dava "bom dia!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/22IMG_4220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/22IMG_4220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/24IMG_4221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/24IMG_4221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Parfois les montagnes (Alpes du Sud) devenaient roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;As vezes as montanhas (Alpes do Sul) ficavam cor-de rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/26IMG_4314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/26IMG_4314.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sommets enneiges au fond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Picos nevados la no fundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/29IMG_4290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/29IMG_4290.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Les vignes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As vinhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/30IMG_4307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/30IMG_4307.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Les vignes sont recouvertes de filets a cause des oiseaux. Cet aigle est reste prisonnier et mort dans cette position dite de "french can-can" !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As vinhas sao cobertas com redes por causa dos passaros. Essa aguia ficou presa e morreu sequinha nessa posicao que Felix chamou de "can-can".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/32IMG_4317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/32IMG_4317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/41IMG_4233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/41IMG_4233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felix, Ana e Tiago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le premier jour de travail nous avons connu les premiers bresiliens apres 8 mois de voyage : Ana et Fabio, du sud du Bresil, d'origine allemande. Ils avaient trouves une maison a louer, nous avons donc laisse tomber les nuits dans la voiture pour les rejoindre !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;No primeiro dia de trabalho conhecemos os primeiros brasileiros depois de 8 meses de viagem; Ana (alemoa tao bonita, loira e alta e eu so publiquei essa foto dela...) e Fabio, casal gaucho-cho che bah. Eles ja estavam com puta esquema de casa e deixamos de dormir no carro pra morar com eles e ter nosso proprio banheiro! Uhuu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/42IMG_4237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/42IMG_4237.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Olivia et Abelardo, dit Bebel de Fortaleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Olivia (gaucha) e Abelardo (Bebel veio de Fortaleza).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/43IMG_4505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/43IMG_4505.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Manon et Vera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Manon (francesa) e eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/44IMG_4240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/44IMG_4240.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Les gauchos (bresiliens du sud) sont specialistes des churrascos (barbecue bresilien)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Claro que pedimos pra ter churrasco gaucho!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/45IMG_4324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/45IMG_4324.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Plat du jour : lapins ramenes des champs par un voisin (ils sont trop nombreux en Nouvelle-Zelande et pour cette raison ils sont chasses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Carne de hoje: coelhos que infestam a plantacao e comem os brotos das uvas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/46IMG_4339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/46IMG_4339.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bebel habitue a preparer les animaux de la ferme au Ceara (Bresil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bebel acostumado a preparar animais na fazenda no Ceara. Coisa pra macho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/01IMG_4521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/01IMG_4521.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;En partant de Cromwell et allant vers la cote Ouest, nous avons trouve ca !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Indo embora de Cromwel a caminho da West Coast, encontramos isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/02IMG_4529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/02IMG_4529.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fox Glacier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/04IMG_4570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/04IMG_4570.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Une plage a 15 minutes du Fox Glacier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Numa praia a 15 minutos de Fox Glacier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/07IMG_4597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/07IMG_4597.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Franz Joseph Glacier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/08IMG_4614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/08IMG_4614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/09IMG_4616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/09IMG_4616.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Attention, Kiwis sur la route !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Cuidado, kiwis na estrada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/10IMG_4623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/10IMG_4623.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vera aimerait une maison comme celle-la... Peut-etre un jour !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu queria ter uma casa bem onde estao aquelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/11IMG_4627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/11IMG_4627.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;... avec une plage comme celle-la en face !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...Felix queria ter uma praia que nem essa em frente as casas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/12IMG_4641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/12IMG_4641.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ce jour-la nous avons vu 4 arcs-en-ciel sur la route !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Nesse dia passamos por uns 4 arcos-iris em diferentes lugares da estrada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/13IMG_4648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/13IMG_4648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/14IMG_4669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/14IMG_4669.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;au fond, le Mont Cook, point culminant de la Nouvelle-Zelande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/15IMG_4663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/15IMG_4663.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Espece d'arbre - fougere : un tronc de cocotier avec des feuilles de fougere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Um tipo de samambaia que parece arvore !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/17IMG_4682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/17IMG_4682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/18IMG_4691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/18IMG_4691.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Adorei essa boneca ! ! ! ! Vou fazer uma igual pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/19IMG_4697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/19IMG_4697.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pancake Rocks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/20IMG_4701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/20IMG_4701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/21IMG_4719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/21IMG_4719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/22IMG_4723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/22IMG_4723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/23IMG_4738.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/23IMG_4738.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Au milieu d'un champ !! Ah ces kiwis ne savent plus quoi inventer !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;No meio de uma fazenda... esses kiwis nao tem mais o que inventar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-114714061877689422?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/114714061877689422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=114714061877689422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114714061877689422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114714061877689422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/03/nz-catlins-cromwel-west-coast.html' title='• nz * catlins, cromwel, west coast'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-114628345486642805</id><published>2006-03-07T03:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:52:55.496Z</updated><title type='text'>• nz * auckland, wanaka, fiordland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_3529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Auckland avec Anita, une amie d'Ursula, collegue de travail. Elle allait quitter la Nouvelle-Zelande et nous a laisse un edredon, des oreillers, couverts, etc, que nous utiliserons par la suite pour camper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Em &lt;strong&gt;Aukland&lt;/strong&gt; com Anita, alema amiga de uma amiga de trabalho de Felix. Ela nos deu de presente um edredon, 2 travesseiros, pratos, talheres, panelas de acampamento, e varios tiquetes de refugios em trilhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sky Tower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3543.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Bungy jump depuis la Sky tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Bungy jump da Sky Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3555.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3555.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le premier plein de notre Mitsubishi Break qui nous a coutee 300 USD (les voitures ne sont pas cheres en Nouvelle-Zelande !).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Enchendo o primeiro tanque do nosso carrinho Mitsubishi Station Wagon que custou 300 USD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A Kaikura, en visitant une des colonies de phoques paresseux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Em &lt;strong&gt;Kaikura&lt;/strong&gt; visitando uma das colonias de focas preguisosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3577.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lake Tekapu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3582.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Au bord de la route qui mene a Wanaka&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Paradinha na estrada pra fazer uma fotinha bonita de mim com as sobras das nuvens alisando as montanhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_3601.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lake Wanaka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3662.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Au Scruffy's, avec Kate qui nous a heberge chez elle a Wanaka. Quelle chance nous avons eu de la rencontrer en Chine !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;No Scruffy`s tomando umas com nossa amiga Kate que nos hospedou em Wanaka. Tivemos a sorte de conhece-la em Xian na China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So Kate, when is it that you will start portuguese or french lessons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3617.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Au Scruffy's avec Tally, une canadienne amie de Kate qui a passe qq jours avec nous a Wanaka&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Tb no Scruffy`s com Tally, canadense amiga da Kate que veio na NZ terminar um namoro de 2 anos com um kiwi safado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3623.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tally et Holly au Scruffy's. Holly est une amie kiwi de Kate qui va bientot partir habiter en Norvege&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Tally e Holly numas de "te amo amiga". Holly, kiwi e amiga da Kate que esta de mudanca pra Noruega pra morar com a namorada norueguesa dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3635.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miroir&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sur le chemin du glacier Rob Roy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Espelhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3645.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pique-Nique avec Kate apres avoir marche pour voir le glacier Rob Roy, proche de Wanaka&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Pique-nique com Kate depois de subir uma trilha pra ver a geleira &lt;strong&gt;Rob Roy&lt;/strong&gt; ainda em &lt;strong&gt;Wanaka&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3651.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rob Roy Glacier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3656.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elevage de daims. Malheureusement nous n'avons pas eu l'occasion de gouter la viande qui doit etre fameuse !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Fazenda de criacao de veados. Infelizmente nao provei a carne... que deve ser uma delicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Au camping avec Junior, de Salvador (comme Vera), un pro de la guitare bresilienne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;No acampamento em &lt;strong&gt;Queenstown&lt;/strong&gt; conhecemos o Junior, soteropolitano que toca violao super bem. Ele mora desde pequeno nos States e namora uma kiwi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/01mapa01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/01mapa01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiordland National Park and Marine Reserve.&lt;/strong&gt; WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prets a demarrer une randonnee a West Arm, sur le lac Manapouri...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Prontos pra comecar uma trilha no &lt;strong&gt;West Arm&lt;/strong&gt; do &lt;strong&gt;Lake Manaupuri&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3728.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...au milieu de la foret totalement vierge...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...no meio de mata totalmente virgem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3715.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3715.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...ou on s'est enfonces copieusement dans la boue...&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...onde enfiamos o pe na lama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3719.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...et ou on a fini par abandonner apres 6 heures de marche intense... pour eviter de dormir au milieu de la foret sans abri ! (la premiere hutte etait trop loin pour nous)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...e acabamos desistindo depois de 6 hrs de mata densa... respeitando nossas limitacoes devido o alto grau de dificuldade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3721.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nous avons passe la nuit dans un refuge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;assando&lt;/span&gt; a noite arrasados em um refugio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3729.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3729.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dans cette region de fiords, la pluie est abondante, comme le jour ou nous avons fait cette photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...depois caiu um toro danado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3733.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le bus que nous avons pris au retour venait recuperer ces rescapes. Ils etaient partis pour une expedition en bateau pour chasser les cerfs des fiords. Leur moteur s'est plante, les laissant deriver vers le rochers; ils ont finalement coule et se sont refugies sur la rive, jusqu'a ce qu'un helicoptere vienne les chercher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...o onibus que pegamos de volta tinha resgatado essa galera. Eles sairam de barco pra uma viagem de cacadores de veado. O motor do barco morreu, deixando-os a deriva, batendo nas rochas e afundando com varias espingardas e outros equipamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3753.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sur la route d'un autre fiord, le Milford Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3933.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3933.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3813.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milford Sound. Nous y sommes !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milford Sound.&lt;/strong&gt; Cheguei !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3856.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Milford Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;L'eau est fraiche mais&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;on peut s'y baigner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Felix nao aguenta ver agua transparente em dia de sol. Tava frio sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3880.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pompe a essence manuelle. Dans cette Nouvelle-Zelande si moderne, on peut trouver de temps en temps des vieux trucs !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Bomba de gasolina a manivela. Nessa Nova Zelandia tao moderna, as vezes aparecem dessas coisas. Tao legal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3882.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allumer un barbecue avec du bois mouille, c'est pas evident...&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Tentando fazer churrasco com madeira molhada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3892.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...un vieux monde diplomatique, rien de tel pour le feu (merci Gilles) ! Et la vodka aussi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;... com ajuda de jornal e vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3903.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On dort bien au chaud dans notre "blue Kiwi"&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sempre dormindo bem quentinho dentro do Blue Kiwi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3994a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_3994a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diner dans la ferme des Richmond (Steve et Lynn), les parents de Kate, qui se situe a la pointe la plus au sud de la Nouvelle-Zelande. Peut-etre l'elevage de moutons le plus proche du pole sud ??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Jantar na &lt;strong&gt;fazenda dos Richmond&lt;/strong&gt; (Lynn and Steve), os pais da Kate, que fica na pontinha mais sul da NZ. Deve ser a fazenda de ovelhas mais perto do Polo Sul no mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3979.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3979.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1400 tetes&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;1400 cabecas. Gostou Dani (meu irmao)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3976a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3976a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le pere de Kate nous apprend a manger la sweed (genre une patate douce), le plat prefere des moutons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Pai da Kate nos encinando a comer sweed (tipo batata doce), prato preferido das ovelhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3954.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celui qui travaille le plus dans la ferme, a courir apres les moutons pour les faire changer de paturage&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;uem mais trabalha na fazenda, correndo atraz e organizando-as na troca de pasto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3971.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notre mission est de charger tous les ballots de laine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Felix prestando atencao na tarefa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3948.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3948.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... et de remplir la remorque de derriere...&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;... encher toda essa cacamba de traz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3953.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;la main d'oeuvre&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...entao maos a obra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3952.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;le chariot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...com carrinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3960a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3960a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... et le crochet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;... e gancho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3970a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3970a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... 2 heures plus tard&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...tchan tchan tchan tchan (duas horas depois).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3973a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3973a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maintenant il faut emmener cet agneau qui s'est foule la patte chez le veterinaire&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Agora tem que pegar essa ovelha doente e levar pro veterinario...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3974a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3974a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... facile avec le quadro !&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...coitadinha teve que ser sacrificada; infeccao no tornozelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3992a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3992a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coucher de soleil a la ferme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-114628345486642805?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/114628345486642805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=114628345486642805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114628345486642805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114628345486642805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/03/nz-auckland-wanaka-fiordland.html' title='• nz * auckland, wanaka, fiordland'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-114628124055977474</id><published>2006-03-06T03:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:51:51.393Z</updated><title type='text'>• singapore *</title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3523a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_3523a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le centre de &lt;strong&gt;Singapour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cingapura&lt;/strong&gt;, cidade-estado futuristica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3504a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3504a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;L'entree d'une banque a l'heure de pointe (9h00), quelle activite !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nos divertindo vendo as pessoas indo trabalhar as 9 da manha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3513a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3513a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vue sur les anciens quais de debarquement de marchandises. Singapour est une cite-etat qui a connu son essor notamment grace au commerce (epices, soie, etc) entre la Chine et l'Inde d'une part et l'Europe d'autre part.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Vista sobre o antigo porto onde faziam escala navios de carga de especiarias e tecidos chinezes e indianos a caminho da Europa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3524a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3524a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Les memes gratte-ciels vus de dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Engracado ver a rua de traz do glamour: latas de lixo imensas e caixas de ar-condicionados pingando agua. Mas estava tudo bem limpinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3511a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3511a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sculptures pres du port qui retracent l'histoire de la ville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Escultura mostrando uma situacao 100 anos atraz: carregadores chinezes e indianos e business men chinezes e ingleses discutindo preco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-114628124055977474?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/114628124055977474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=114628124055977474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114628124055977474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114628124055977474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/03/singapore.html' title='• singapore *'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-114499715714947976</id><published>2006-02-03T06:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:34:09.323Z</updated><title type='text'>• india * gujarat, rajasthan, kolkata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3071a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_3071a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; DIU (GUJARAT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l'entree de la ville fortifiee.&lt;strong&gt; Diu&lt;/strong&gt;, a l'instar de &lt;strong&gt;Goa&lt;/strong&gt;, etait anciennement un comptoir portugais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cidade fortificada, &lt;strong&gt;Diu&lt;/strong&gt; (e &lt;strong&gt;Damam&lt;/strong&gt;) tambem foi colonia portuguesa ate os anos 50.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3131a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3131a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Une des 3 eglises de &lt;strong&gt;Diu&lt;/strong&gt;, l'eglise Saint Thomas, convertie en musee et auberge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Uma das 3 igrejas de &lt;strong&gt;Diu&lt;/strong&gt;, convertida em museu de arte barroca e albergue da juventude. As outras igrejas viraram escola e hospital, pois mesmo os portugueses que ainda moram la sao hindus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3122a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3122a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vue depuis le fort de &lt;strong&gt;Diu&lt;/strong&gt;, le plus grand fort portugais en Asie !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vista do maior forte portugues na Asia. Quase uma cidade em si!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3138a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3138a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vera dessine sur une des plages desertes de &lt;strong&gt;Diu&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Por do sol numa das muitas praias quase desertas... paraiso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3094a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3094a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;... enfin pas si deserte que ca car nous avons rencontre ces 3 villageoises venues du port de peche d'a cote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3 senhoras indo de um vilarejo ao outro pela praia. Lindas, nao? Pedimos o endereco delas e depois mandamos 1 foto pra cada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3090a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3090a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Les gamins viennent tous les jours a la plage apres l'ecole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Excursao escolar na praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3112a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3112a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;les vaches aussi !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Excursao de vacas sagradas na praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3110a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3110a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;un pecheur fier de son bateau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Um pescador, como sempre, orgulhoso de seu barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3134a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3134a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;enorme poisson tout juste sorti de l'eau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fresquinho, indo pra peixaria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3087a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3087a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vera sur la Moped (= mobilette); pratique pour silloner la region&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;De mobilete agente vai mais longe ainda, onde ninguem vai... Custo do aluguel: 3 dolares por dia. Ta bom ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3077a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3077a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nous n'avons rien peche mais qu'est-ce qu'on a distribue comme appats !! Un vrai festin d'anemones pour les poissons.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Pescaria sem sucesso... mas muita gargalhada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3098a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3098a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Transport en commun frequemment rencontre dans la region; une sorte de moto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Transporte publico da regiao: o famoso tchakala ! Mistura de Harley-Davidson com carreta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3147a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3147a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;La meme utilisee entre Diu et Sasan Gir, une reserve naturelle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...entre &lt;strong&gt;Diu&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Sasan Gir&lt;/strong&gt;, tiramos essa foto a bordo de nosso tchakala em acao. Uma beleuza minha senhora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3163a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_3163a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SASAN GIR NATIONAL PARK (GUJARAT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;... ou nous avons rencontre cette lionne ! Nous avons eu d'ailleurs pas mal de chance car c'est pas tous les jours !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;... onde demos de cara com essa leoa! Tivemos sorte, pois nem sempre ela da o ar da graca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3172a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;une biche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Um veado da mesma raca que o Bambi! Lindo lindo! Varios varios!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3151a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;une chouette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;uma coruja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3189a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;... dans le train entre &lt;strong&gt;Sasan Gir&lt;/strong&gt; et &lt;strong&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Eita povo curioso. IMPOSSIVEL privacidade na India. Exercisio da santa paciencia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_3193a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHMEDABAD (GUJARAT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;motif d'art moghol environ du 15eme siecle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;detalhe de um mausoleu do imperio moghol sec. 15. Com todo respeito: os muculmanos sao um povo meio complicado de entender, mas que arte maravilhosa eles deixam pra humanidade, heim...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3194a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mosquee d'&lt;strong&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;mesquita em &lt;strong&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3199a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;marche d'&lt;strong&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;na feira em &lt;strong&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_3231a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UDAIPUR (RAJASTHAN)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3217a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vue sur le lac Pichola, un des tresors de la ville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;vista do lago Pichola, um dos tesouros de &lt;strong&gt;Udaipur&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3229a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Un elephant qui se ballade dans les rue d'&lt;strong&gt;Udaipur&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Elefante no meio do transito. Essa India...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3268a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;guerre des gangs !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Cena tipica de rua na India. Mesmo em cidades grandes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3241a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vera et mes parents venus 10 jours en Inde (Ouf pas plus !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Passamos 2 dias com os pais de Felix que vieram numa excursao de 10 dias no &lt;strong&gt;Rajasthan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3249a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jagdish le guide musicien du groupe venu avec mes parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jagdish, o guia da excursao dos pais de Felix, tocando citara. Ele era brahman, ou seja, a casta mais alta dos lideres espirituais e juizes nos pequenos vilarejos. Hiper culto sobre historia, arte e musica, falando frances perfeito! Realmente uma coisa de outro mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Aproveitamos pra tirar um monte de duvidas com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3244a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le 'city palace', construit par des generations de Maharajahs, se dresse majestueusement au bord du lac Pichola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O Palacio da Cidade, construido por varias geracoes de mahrajas, e onde foi filmado o James Bond 'Octopussy'. Esse filme passa todos os dias em todos os restaurantes da cidade pra quem ainda nao viu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3275a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3275a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;chef de village local; merci d'avoir pose ! J'espere qu'il recevra la photo envoye depuis par la poste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Estavamos almocando no restaurante da estacao de trem, e esse cara nao tirava o olho de nos. Bom, e nem nos dele, tanto que pedimos pra fazer essa foto. Quando pedimos o endereco dele pra mandar a foto depois, ficamos sabendo (atravez de um caridoso tradutor) que ele era rei de tribo! Caramba! Muuuuito pobre, mas com uma dignidade... olha de perto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3289a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;coucher de soleil sur le lac Pichola, notre dernier soir avant le depart pour Jaipur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Por-do-sol cor-de-rosa em &lt;strong&gt;Udaipur&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3308a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3308a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Planejando os proximos passos na India, dei de cara com essa foto que Andre mandou pra mim no dia do meu aniversario pelo Fedex quando estavamos na Mongolia. Nessa foto falta bastante gente, heim &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulo Mattos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_3296a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;JAIPUR (RAJASTHAN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nous avons ete accueillis par les Poddar, proprietaires d'une usine de textile avec qui Vera etait en relation via son travail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;(favor nao reparar na minha pele que nao reagiu muito bem com a deliciosa comida indiana...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Essa e a familia da Ritu. Minha chefa em Paris, a Marcia de Carvalho, fabricou a colecao de verao 2005 na fabrica da familia da Ritu em Jaipur, com quem eu falava no telefone toda semana. Um dia eu falei pra ela - Ritu, quando eu passar na India posso te visitar? Chegamos pra jantar, e no nosso primeiro encontro, fiquei sabendo que Ritu casou-se e foi morar em outra cidade, com o homem que o pai dela escolheu 3 meses antes do casamento. Ela nem conhecia ele e, como diz a tradicao, ela foi morar com os pais do marido (familias extendidas imensas na India). E olha que eles sao uma familia moderna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Poddar family! I just explained how I expected to meet Ritu and ended up meeting her lovely family instead, and how she went to live away with her husband's family. But I guess it's too dificult to explain in a few lines how I had contact with her only by phone in Paris and how amazed we were to meet a traditional modern family in incredible India!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3328a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3328a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hawa Mahal : ou palace des vents. C'est en fait une façade elevée sur 5 niveaux où s'ouvrent 953 fenêtres qui permettaient aux femmes du royaume de prendre le frais et de regarder l'animation de la rue sans être vues; date de 1799.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hawa Mahal, ou Palacio dos Ventos. Um predio de 5 andares com 953 janelinhas para as donzelas do reino espiarem as festas de rua sem serem vistas pela plebe rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3338a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3338a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;au fort d'Amber, on paie l'entree avec des cacahuetes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No forte Ambar a entrada e paga com amendoim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3341a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cherchez l'erreur !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3347a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;... entre Jaipur e Kolkata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ; c'etait pas bon visiblement !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O sem-vergonha dono desse restaurante cobrou 50 rupees dos indianos e queria cobrar 120 de nos, como se agente fosse palhaco. Esse tipo de canseira infelizmente e normal na India...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3352a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3352a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;le train en Inde, c'est toujours convivial !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mais uma viagem de trem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3353a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vendeur de tabac; en Inde, il est plus souvent chique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Vendedor de tabaco no trem. Enrolado a mao e na hora ao seu gosto pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3357a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3357a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Castas Programadas &amp; Tribus Programadas de Toda a India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Associacao dos Empregados Ferroviarios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3418a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_3418a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOLKATA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l'heure de pointe pour les chevres !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Incrivel. Essa e Kolkata. Cidade de 13 milhoes de pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3375a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vendeur de crepes; on allait le voir tous les jours !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Na creperia que agente ia quase todo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3470a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;preparation du pain (Nans)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;na preparacao do paozinho delicioso que se chama 'nam'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3467a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;preparation du tabac a chiquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;preparador de tabaco de mascar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3466a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;coiffeur de rue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Muito pratico: a casta dele so permite que ele trabalhe cortando cabelo, o que ele faz com muito orgulho na calcada mesmo. Como eu disse antes, Kolkata tem 13 milhoes de habitantes... imagine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3429a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;aiguiseur de couteaux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;amolador de facas e tesouras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3432a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3432a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Taxi a pied, une profession que l'on rencontre peu en Inde; generalement ils sont a velo ou en moto (rickshaws)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tipo de taxi chamado 'rickshaw'. Geralmente de bicicleta ou moto, mas em Kolkata vai a pe mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3458a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;en Inde, les bains se prennent dans la rue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;na India e normal tomar banho nas bombas de agua da calcada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3435a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a l'entree de chez mere Theresa; ici avec Christophe qui a passe un mois la-bas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Na entrada da casa de caridade Madre Thereza de Kolkata; aqui com Christophe que estava de voluntario a um mes e arrastou Xuxuzao pra um dia de experiencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3440a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3440a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;De avental amarelao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3436a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;les soeurs de chez Mere Theresa, le matin en train de faire la lessive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...as irmas na lavanderia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3444.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Christophe, 2 indiens heberges au centre d'accueil, et moi. Le travail a mi-temps consiste a laver les sols, changer les draps des lits, faire la vaisselle, laver ceux qui en ont besoin; certains sont invalides et ont besoin d'aide pour aller aux toilettes; aider a changer les pansements, laver les plaies de ceux qui viennent d'arriver- certaines sont en etat de putrefaction avancee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Un grand coup de chapeau aux volontaires de tous pays qui passent des semaines voire des mois a aider gratuitement les plus demunis a vivre decemment. Sans cette institution, la majorite de ces gens serait condamnee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;...o trabalho de meio periodo consistia em lavar o chao, depois dar banho nos caras. Alguns sao invalidos e precisam de ajuda pra fazer as necessidades tambem. Trocar curativos e limpar as feridas dos que acabaram de dar entrada. Algumas feridas em estado avancado de putrefacao, com vermes e tudo... Trocar as roupas de cama e dos caras, servir o almoco e alimentar os que nao conseguem sozinhos. E depois lavar os pratos e panelas do almoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Deus abencoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3390.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ca c'est Terra Indica, un atelier de sculpture qui fonctionne avec des enfants des rues, monte et encadre par des francais, Marc et Christophe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Este e um atelier de escultura em madeira que se chama Terra Indica, que funciona com o treinamento de adolescentes de rua, direcionados pelos franceses Christophe e Marc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3394.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le boss a l'oeuvre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Christophe mandando ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3404.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3404.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;un apprenti, Marc et moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;um aprendiz, Marc e Xuxuzao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-114499715714947976?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/114499715714947976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=114499715714947976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114499715714947976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114499715714947976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/02/india-gujarat-rajasthan-kolkata.html' title='• india * gujarat, rajasthan, kolkata'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-114119548672183610</id><published>2006-01-19T06:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:38:25.296Z</updated><title type='text'>• india * goa, karnataka, mumbai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2810.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_2810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goa&lt;/strong&gt;, ancien comptoir portugais, etape plage - repos de 3 jours; nous oublions que nous sommes en Inde. D'ailleurs Vera trouve que ses plages ressemblent au littoral bresilien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Pra falar a verdade &lt;strong&gt;Goa&lt;/strong&gt; parece muito com o litoral baiano; cor da areia, cor do mar, gostosinho e tal. So que soh tem gente branca na praia. Pelo menos hospedagem e alimentacao eh muuuuito mais barato que no Brasil; por volta de 3 reais cada. Ta bom neh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2827.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2827.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;Goa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2842.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi :&lt;/strong&gt; il y a 500 ans, cette luxueuse capitale de l'empire Viyanagar controlait la majeure partie du sud de l'Inde; la population comptait 500 000 habitants et la ville s'etend sur environ 10 km2 ! Maintenant, au milieu des ruines, on trouve des plantations de riz, de banane, coco et un petit bourg avec quelques dizaines de familles qui squattent les ruines !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt;: 500 anos atraz, essa luxuosa capital do imperio Viyanagar controlava todo o sul da India; tinha 500 mil habitantes e aproximadamente 10km2 ! Agora no meio das ruinas rola plantacoes de arroz, banana, coco, e uma cidadezinha com algumas algumas familias e varias pousadas bem legais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2874.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt; Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2862.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt; Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2855.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A cote d'Hampi, au marche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; na feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2853.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a cote d'Hampi, au marche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; na feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2858.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2858.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Un ecolier au marche; il voulait absolument que je le prenne en photo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; estudante na feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2857.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2857.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sa camarade de classe.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; estudante na feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2889.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2889.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi&lt;/strong&gt;, au bord du fleuve.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; na beira do rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2839.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2839.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hampi, rizieres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; grandes extencoes de arroizais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2838.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2838.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hampi, blocs de granit utilises pour construire la cite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; muito granito pra construir o imperio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2899.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2899.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hampi; espionnant la reconstruction d'un mur ! En Inde, les travaux publics sont souvent realises par des femmes.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; espionando a re-construcao de um muro. Na India, construcao civil eh coisa de mulher. De sari e tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2888.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2888.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2900.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2900.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2875.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2875.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hampi, a l'heure de la pause !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; Xuxuzao relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2882.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2882.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi&lt;/strong&gt;, Vera relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; eu relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2903.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2903.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi&lt;/strong&gt;; pour pouvoir visiter ce site immense, nous avons passe 2 jours a velo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hampi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; Gilles na bike, relax tambem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2912.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2912.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aujourd'hui nous quittons Hampi par la route, a pied; 20 km et 7 villages traverses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje eh dia de caminhar; 20 kilometros e 7 vilarejos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2920.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2920.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;... des rizieres a perte de vue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;... arroizais o tempo inteiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2917.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2917.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;... les enfants sortant de l'ecole ... (et Gilles dans le role de l'arroseur arrose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;... criancada saindo da escola...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2923.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2928.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2928.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Au temple d'&lt;strong&gt;Huligi&lt;/strong&gt; (Karnataka), un type s'est improvise guide et ne parlait que la langue de sa tribu. Un homme quasiment saint en pelerinage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;No templo de &lt;strong&gt;Huligi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; tivemos um guia auto-contratado que soh falava o dialeto da tribu dele. Homem quase santo em pelegrinacao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2931.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2931.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huligi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; vendeuse de cacahuetes de l'ethnie Lamani. Les lamani sont d'origine tsigane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huligi (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; vendedora de amendoin de etnia Lamani. Os Lamani sao a origem dos ciganos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2934.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2934.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aujourd'hui on fait un bout de chemin en camion !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje eh dia de carona de caminhao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2951.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2951.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijapur (karnataka);&lt;/strong&gt; le second plus grand dome au monde (apres St Pierre de Rome) qui abrite ce mausolee moghol du 16 S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijapur (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; no segundo maior domo do mundo nesse mausoleu moghol do sec. 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2953.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijapur&lt;/strong&gt; ; Vera encore peu a l'aise avec son nouveau succes, apres avoir signe... un autographe ! Meme s'il y a des coins touristiques en Inde, la majorite des indiens sont emerveilles de rencontrer des etrangers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijapur (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; eu sem graca dando autografo no museu. Mesmo se a India eh massivamente turistica, a maioria dos indianos ainda ficam maravilhados de cruzar com agente. As vezes chega ser irritante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2958.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2958.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijapur&lt;/strong&gt; - Gilles, heureux !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijapur&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Gilles tao bonzinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2969.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2969.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijapur &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;Uhuuuu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2963.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijapur&lt;/strong&gt; - une femme Lamani au marche&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijapur &lt;/strong&gt;- uma Lamani na feira me ofereceu de comprar um modelito Lamani...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2979.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2979.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;... Vera trouva apres le meme costume; sur le coup, elle n'a pas flashe... Mais a quand meme achete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...na hora que eu provei nao curti muito nao... mesmo assim comprei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2980.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2980.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;... et apres elle le trouva superbe. Sur la photo on ne peut pas voir, mais c'est ouvert derriere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;... e depois achei super lindo. Na foto nao da pra ver, mas eh uma frente unica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pandarpur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Karnataka)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; - dans cette ville vous ne trouverez pas de touristes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pandharpur (Karnataka) -&lt;/strong&gt; nessa cidade nao tem turista nem a pau. Ruim pra eles bom pra nos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2991.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pandarpur&lt;/strong&gt; - un homme en costume masculin traditionnel, le dhoti. Ghandi utilisait le meme modele !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pandharpur (Karnataka)&lt;/strong&gt; - um senhor em traje masculino tradicional: o dhoti. Gandhi tambem usava!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2990.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Au tour de Gilles de signer un autographe a Pandarpur, sans rire !&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Vez do Gilles dar autografo em Pandharpur! Falando serio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Retour a Bombai; un fiance dans son costume traditionnel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Devolta a Mumbai; noivo no cortejo de um casamento tradicional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Autour du cortege, il y a ces types qui portent les lumieres sur la tete !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Em volta do cortejo tem esses caras que carregam luminosos (nao sei como chamar isso) na cabeca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_3008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L'aube a Bombay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Amanhecer em Mumbai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-114119548672183610?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/114119548672183610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=114119548672183610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114119548672183610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/114119548672183610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/01/india-goa-karnataka-mumbai.html' title='• india * goa, karnataka, mumbai'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-113890184055249226</id><published>2006-01-02T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:45:52.426Z</updated><title type='text'>india * varanasi, kajuraho, orccha, mumbai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;VOYAGER en &lt;strong&gt;Inde&lt;/strong&gt;, c'est se laisser prendre par un tourbillon qui vous emmene dans tous les recoins de votre ame, allant de la tristesse de se sentir incompris a l'emerveillement devant une foi omnipresente. On y cotoie successivement et en pagaille la mort, la joie qui l'accompagne car la reincarnation qui s'en suit sera meilleure, le danger sur les routes, l'extreme pauvrete, la roublardise, la pudeur, les regards insistants et les instants d'humanite. On est dans une meme journee harcele par des enfants mendiants ou des vendeurs de reve, invite a un mariage traditionnel ou incite a se convertir a l'hindouisme en se joignant a un pelerinage. Ce ne sont pas seulement les sentiments qui sont mis a l'epreuve, mais l'odorat, le gout, la vue, l'ouie inlassablement brasses a en perdre l'equilibre. Finalement on voyage en Inde beaucoup moins pour y decouvrir un pays que pour se decouvrir soi-meme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Texto do Xuxuzinho falando um monte de coisas sobre nossos sentimentos crazy total nessa &lt;strong&gt;India&lt;/strong&gt; de gente meio doida, falante e exagerada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2665a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_2665a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Il est difficile d'etre au calme a Varanasi (Benares); ce qu'illustre assez bien ce prospectus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Impossivel ficar em paz em &lt;strong&gt;Varanasi (Benares)&lt;/strong&gt;. Mas parece que sempre foi assim desde o comeco dos tempos. Por ser uma cidade altamente sagrada, existe uma massa incrivel de pelegrinagem. Li no livro 'Rediscovering Ghandi' que no comeco do seculo 20 ele deu uma passadinha la achando que seria o local ideal; calmo pra reflexao e reza e pra se benzer, e ficou chocado com o movimento comercial intenco em volta dos fies. Eh bem verdade que pra comprar as mais belas e baratas echarpes de algodao nao tem melhor lugar na India. Com 5 reais voce compra duas echarpes maravilhosas facil facil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2571a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2571a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benares&lt;/strong&gt;, vue sur le Gange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Varanasi (Benares)&lt;/strong&gt; - vista sobre o Rio Ganges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2570a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2570a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rituel des ablutions dans le fleuve sacre en fin d'apres-midi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Rituais de ablusoes no rio sagrado no final da tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2548a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2548a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Un bateau en construction sur les quais (Ghats) de &lt;strong&gt;Benares&lt;/strong&gt;; en arriere plan, les monceaux de bois destines aux cremations !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Um barco em construcao na beira do rio (ghat) de &lt;strong&gt;Varanasi&lt;/strong&gt;; no fundo, lenha empilhada para as varias cremacoes diarias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2551a.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2610a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2610a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Et oui, voyager n'est pas de tout repos ! Ici sur la terrace de notre auberge surplombant le Gange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Trabalho duro. Xuxuzao lavando roupa no terraco de nossa pousada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2560a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2560a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reunion de routards a 5 heures du soir pour prendre le the et echanger les tuyaux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reuniao dos muchileiros as 5 da tarde pra tomar cha, trocar dicas de viagem, ver o por do sol e tocar musica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2591a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2591a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Jaganath, notre rameur prefere, qui nous a invite a diner avec sa famille dans son ashram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Jaganath, nosso remador preferido, que nos convidou pra jantar no 'ashram' onde mora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2616a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2616a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;La fille de Jaganath au reveil ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A filhinha de Jaganath acordando do cochilo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2584a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2584a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vendeuse de fruits et legumes dans les faubourgs de &lt;strong&gt;Benares&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vendedora de frutas e legumes na periferia de &lt;strong&gt;Varanasi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2581a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2581a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vendeur de haricots !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vendedor de feijao verde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2565a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2565a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cuisine typique rencontree dans les ruelles de &lt;strong&gt;Benares&lt;/strong&gt;, ou l'on peut manger une bonne crepe indienne (Dosa) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Comidinhas tipicas nas ruas apertadas de &lt;strong&gt;Varanasi&lt;/strong&gt;, onde se faz o delicioso 'dosa' (crepe indiano)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2642a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2642a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fabricant de "Bidis" (petite cigarette indienne). Un paquet de 20 coute 6 centimes d'euros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fabricante de 'bidis' (cigarrilha indiana) em &lt;strong&gt;Varanasi&lt;/strong&gt;. Um pacote de 20 custa 21 centavos de real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2696a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2696a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sur la route de Bombay, ici a &lt;strong&gt;Khajuraho&lt;/strong&gt;. Superbes temples hindouistes et jain du 15eme siecle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A caminho de Mumbai, paramos em &lt;strong&gt;Khajuraho&lt;/strong&gt; onde visitamos maravilhosos templos hindus e jain do seculo 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2690a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2690a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2697a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2697a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le plus vieil habitant de &lt;strong&gt;Khajuraho&lt;/strong&gt;, 101 ans. De quoi etre fier ! Son petit fils nous a invite a le rencontrer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O cidadao mais velho de &lt;strong&gt;Khajuraho&lt;/strong&gt;. 101 anos com muito orgulho! O neto dele que nos convidou pra tomar um 'massala chai' e conhece-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2700a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2700a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah, a l'epoque des anglais ... on etait plus jeune !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ah, na epoca dos ingleses... eu era mais jovem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2713a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2713a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orccha&lt;/strong&gt;. Magnifique site plein de temples, chateaux, citadelles ... Je recommande vivement a ceux qui passent dans la region !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orccha&lt;/strong&gt;. Cidadezinha que cresceu no meio de ruinas de castelos, cidadelas e templos de 400 anos... Uma das mais belas (e a unica tranquila) paradas da nossa viagem na India. Recomendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2708a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2708a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Orccha, a l'interieur du temple de la photo precedente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Orccha. No interior do templo na foto anterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2730a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2730a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;En Inde, il faut adapter le rythme des trains a celui des vaches !! Ici dans la gare de &lt;strong&gt;Jhansi&lt;/strong&gt;, sans trucage !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jhansi&lt;/strong&gt;. Nao acreditei quando o trem chegou na estacao bem devagarzinho por causa dessa vaca que seguia seu caminho como se a rua fosse dela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2741a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2741a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dans le train allant a Bombay, une musicienne d'origine tsigane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No trem a caminho de Mumbai. Uma musica de origem cigana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2735a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2735a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nos compagnons de voyage nous invitent a les suivre dans leur pelerinage vers le Gujarat, aupres de leur Guru...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nossos companheiros de vagao nos convidaram a seguiu-los em sua pelegrinagem ao Gujarat para encontrar com o Guru deles... mas agente tinha que encontrar o Gilles em Mumbai. Se nao seria bem capaz. Felicien tava todo animado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2742a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2742a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;...tres sympas, ils nous inviterent aussi a partager leur repas. A droite, le cuisto de l'equipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;... super simpaticos, eles tambem nos convidaram compartilhar a refeicao deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2744a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2744a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ce train s'appelait le Punjab mail. Ici a &lt;strong&gt;Bombay&lt;/strong&gt; a 5 heures du matin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nosso trem se chamava PUNJAB MAIL e chegamos em &lt;strong&gt;Mumbai&lt;/strong&gt; as 5 horas da manha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2750a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2750a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cool ! Nous arrivons tout juste pour le marathon de la ville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;... a tempo de acompanhar a chegada dos ganhadores da maratona da cidade!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2798a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2798a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ici sur la plage avec Anais qui a eu la gentillesse de nous heberger !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;De noite na praia com Anais (que trabalha numa ONG francesa) que teve a gentileza de nos hospedar em Mumbai, durante 2 dias em sua casinha super gostosa e arejada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2756a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2756a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bienvenue Gillou ! On t'a fait une surprise : ce soit on dort a l'armee du salut !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gilles veio da Franca pra viajar 2 semanas com agente. Fizemos uma surpresa: vamos dividir um quarto triplo no Exercito da Salvacao! De verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2805a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2805a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A la mosquee de &lt;strong&gt;Bombay&lt;/strong&gt;. Une famille indienne qui habite a Dubai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Na mesquita de &lt;strong&gt;Mumbai&lt;/strong&gt;. Uma familia indiana que mora em Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2759a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2759a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2eme surprise : ce soir avant d'aller se coucher, nous allons participer a une serie televisee de Bollywood. Et oui il faut quelques figurants europeens de temps en temps ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2a surpresa: essa noite antes de dormir, agente vai fazer figuracao numa novela de Bollywood! Falando serio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2762a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2762a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2780a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2780a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Les stars de la serie avec le directeur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As estrelas da novela com o diretor. Elas tem um estilao que parece meio mexicano. Muita maquiagem e caras e bocas dramaticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2788a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2788a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sequence tension ! Entre nous cette serie etait un vrai navet (heureusement que nous n'avons qu'un petit role) J'envoie un extrait du making of a ceux qui veulent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cena de tensao! Ca pra nos, essa novela era uma bosta. Ainda bem que nossa parte era bem pequena. Quem quiser pode pedir pra agente mandar o filminho que gravamos do monitor do diretor com nossa camera, OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2791a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2791a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le grand au milieu etait le chef des figurants, un vrai figurant professionnel ! Il ressemble a un anglais mais c'est un indien du Cashmere. Tres sympa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Esse grandao era o chefe dos figurantes que eh figurante profissional em Bollywood. Apesar dessa cara de ingles, ele eh indiano da regiao do Cashmere. Uma simpatia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-113890184055249226?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/113890184055249226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=113890184055249226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113890184055249226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113890184055249226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2006/01/india-varanasi-kajuraho-orccha-mumbai.html' title='india * varanasi, kajuraho, orccha, mumbai'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-113586248461252048</id><published>2005-12-29T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:33:57.436Z</updated><title type='text'>NEPAL * POKHARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2404.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_2404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Pokhara est un endroit idyllique pour se reposer apres une marche en montagne. Situee au bord d'un lac, elle offre de superbes vues sur l'ensemble du massif himalayen. Ici, en velo autour du lac de Pokhara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Pokhara foi o lugar perfeito pra descancar uma semana na descida dos Annapurnas. Nas margens de uma lagoa, a vista dos massivos do Himalaia. De bike em volta da lagoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ecolieres a la sortie du musee regional de Pokhara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estudantes na saida do museuzinho regional de Pokhara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2418.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Spectacle d'acrobatie au milieu de la gare routiere de Pokhara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Acrobacias no meio da estacao de onibus de Pokhara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2395.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vendeur de mais grille sur la route entre Pokhara et Kathmandu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Vendedor de milho-na-brasa na estrada entre Pokhara e Kathmandu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-113586248461252048?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/113586248461252048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=113586248461252048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113586248461252048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113586248461252048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/12/nepal-pokhara.html' title='NEPAL * POKHARA'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-113578042186521873</id><published>2005-12-28T14:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T09:11:06.256Z</updated><title type='text'>NEPAL * ANNAPURNA CIRCUIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/annapurna_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/annapurna_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;La carte des 300 km que nous avons parcouru en 16 jours autour du massif des Annapurnas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mapa dos 300 kilometros que andamos em 16 dias em volta dos massivos Annapurnas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_2371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Les nepalais sont petits mais sont les champions du portage de grosses charges volumineuses et lourdes tout en haut des montagnes. Ici un sherpa de dos et ses poules !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Os nepaleses sao pequeninos, porem mestres em carregar pesos e dimensoes incriveis montanha acima. Aqui um sherpa com uma encomenda de galinhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le premier jour de marche, la vegetation est encore tropicale, avec bananiers, rizieres, chutes d'eau, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Primeiro dia de caminhada; a vegetacao ainda esta tropical com bananeiras, arrozais, cascatas, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Retournant la terre dans le style "surf derriere le buffle" !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Arando a terra estilo "Boi Surf".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Un message laisse par les maoistes qui nous rappelle que meme si les gens sont tranquilles et accueillants, la guerre civile continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mensagem dos maoista nos lembrando que mesmo se o povo eh tanquilo, doce e educado, a guerra civil continua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Au secours ! Les mules vont faire balancer le pont. Il faut faire la photo rapidos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Socorro! Os burricos vao balancar a ponte. Tira essa foto logo, meu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Paysage de moyenne / haute montagne : les buffles ont laisse la place aux Yacks et les forets de coniferes ont remplace la jungle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Paisagem de media/alta montanha: os bufalos dao lugar aos yaks, e as florestas de coniferos substitui a selva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dans un village de l'etnie Gurung; les descendants des tibetains ont peuple l'ancienne route du sel qui reliait le Tibet au Nepal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Num vilarejo de etnia Gurung; decendentes dos tibetanos povoam atualmente a antiga rota do sal que ligava o Tibet ao Nepal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Deja petits ils portent aisement de lourdes charges sur la tete. Derriere cette fille Gurung d'environ 8 ans vient son petit frere de 4 ans avec un panier similaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Desde crianca eles ja carregam peso na cabeca na boa. Atraz dessa menina gurung de + ou - 8 anos vem o irmaozinho dela + ou - 4 anos com uma cestona igual a ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le paysage devient de plus en plus aride au fur et a mesure de notre progression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A paisagem torna-se cada vez mais arida a medida que a altitude aumenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Une jeune femme militaire sur le toit de l'un des nombreux check-points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Uma menina militar no teto de um dos check-points.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Paysages a plus de 3500 metres d'altitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A mais de 3500 metros de altitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Camp de base ou nous passons la nuit avant de franchir le col. A cause de l'altitude personne n'a reussi a dormir !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Campo Base onde passamos a noite antes de cruzar o passe; a parte mais alta. Por causa da altitude ninguem conseguiu dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2255.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nous avons prefere franchir le col (la partie la plus haute de la randonnee) avec 2 francais et leur guide. Nous avons tente de demarrer a 5 heures du matin mais un des 2 francais s'est senti mal a cause du froid et de l'altitude. 2 heures plus tard apres s'etre repose au camp de base, nous repartons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Achamos mais seguro ir com mais 2 franceses e o guia deles. Tentamos comecar as 5 da manha, porem depois de meia hora de subida, o frio intenco e o mal de montanha fez um dos franceses passar super mal. Tive medo de uma trajedia. Depois de 2 horas tentando relaxar de volta no Campo Base, partimos outra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2273.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_2273.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;... et nous arrivons sans grande difficulte 3 heures plus tard !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;... e chegamos la sem grandes dificuldades 3 horas depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2273.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2280.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Par contre la descente fut plus difficile pour Vera qui n'aime pas trop les deniveles importants sur des sols geles et glissants. Nous avons donc mis 10 heures pour arriver de l'autre cote du col ! Il nous a bien fallu une journee de repos le lendemain pour s'en remettre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Porem a descida foi mais complicado pra mim. Tenho pavor de altura, e era penhasco puro com chao de gelo escorregadiu. Por minha causa demoramos 10 horas pra chegar do outra lado do passe. Dessa vez achei que ai morrer mesmo. Fiquei tao petrificada que nao conseguia me mexer no dia seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2294.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;La fameuse region du Mustang !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A famosa regiao de Mustang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2302.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Des femmes du Mustang (tres proches des ethnies tibetaines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mulheres em Mustang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-113578042186521873?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/113578042186521873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=113578042186521873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113578042186521873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113578042186521873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/12/nepal-annapurna-circuit.html' title='NEPAL * ANNAPURNA CIRCUIT'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-113334786901541870</id><published>2005-11-30T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:29:48.846Z</updated><title type='text'>NEPAL * KATHMANDU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1737.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_1737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Le "monkey temple", a Kathmandu, avec Kanchana une nepalaise amie d'un ami de Vera, qui nous a recu royalement !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu e a Kanchana (amiga nepalesa do Rafael, que eh o amigo de infancia da Anne!), no templo Swayambhunath que eh tanto budista quanto hindu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Toujours au Monkey temple, un des principaux temples hindouistes de Kathmandu, qui a la particularite d'etre envahi par nos cousins eloignes !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O Swayambhunath tb eh conhecido como 'Monkey Temple'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Le premier soir a Patan, un des 3 anciens royaumes de la vallee de Kathmandu, avec Kanchana, son mari Shreekhanda et Denesh, leur meilleur ami qui travaille pour une usine d'accessoires en feutre (voir ci-dessous) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Jantar em Patan, um dos 3 reinos do Vale de Kathmandu, com a Kanchana, seu marido Shreekhanda e Denesh, amigo deles que entre outras coisas, trabalha para uma usina de acesorios de feutro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Visite de l'usine de vetements et d'accessoires en feutres; tout est fait A LA MAIN ! Merci a Denesh de nous avoir invites !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Visita a fabrica de acesorios de feutro; tudo feita a mao com agua e sabao! Obrigado a Denesh que agitou a visita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;C'est moi qui l'ai fait !! (Mais pas avec la meme dexterite que les femmes assises autour)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu que fiz! Mas nao tao rapido e perfeito quanto elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Les productions en train de secher; le feutre est obtenu a partir de laines de moutons de Nouvelle-Zelande, d'abord teintes puis traitees avec de l'eau et du savon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A producao secando; o feutro e feito com la de carneiro da Nova Zelandia, pois o Nepal nao tem carneiro suficiente. Primeiro a la eh tingida e depois tratada com agua e sabao muuuuuito delicadamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Avec le directeur de l'usine qui a pris le temps de nous faire visiter et de tout nous expliquer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Agente com o diretor da fabrica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A cote de Durbhar Square, a Kathmandu. Le temps ne passe pas vite... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;No Durbar Square em Kathmandu. Eu e umas vaca sagrada. Tipo normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1828.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1828.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Notre groupe de rock prefere pendant notre sejour a Kathmandu (on les a vu 3 fois !) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nossa banda preferida durante nossa estadia em Kathmandu ( agente viu eles tocando umas 3 vezes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1828.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-113334786901541870?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/113334786901541870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=113334786901541870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113334786901541870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113334786901541870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/11/nepal-kathmandu.html' title='NEPAL * KATHMANDU'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-113335003484063718</id><published>2005-11-24T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:53:35.133Z</updated><title type='text'>NEPAL * KATHMANDU VALLEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1838.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_1838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dhulikhel - dans un petit coin de montagne ou se trouve la maison ou nous avons dormi (ci-dessous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dhulikhel - num pedaco da montanha onde fica a casinha (do Eshoar ; fotos abaixo) onde dormimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;La mere de famille avec sa fille de 15 jours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A esposa do nosso guia e sua filhinha de 15 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1838.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eshoar, qui nous a propose de dormir chez lui et son pere. Le foyer, dispose au centre de la maison, est utilise pour cuisiner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Acendendo o fogo do fogao que fica no corredor central da casa. Eshoar, e seu pai, com quem ele aprendeu a profissao de guia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; La grand-mere avec son petit fils.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A mae de Eshoar e seu netinho de 15 dias. Ela massageou a crianca com oleo perto do fogao.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Scenes de campagnes sur le sentier en rejoignant Nagarkot depuis Dhulikhel a pied.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Cenas do interior, no caminho entre Dhulikhel e Nagarkot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Changu Narayan, un superbe temple en haut de la colline un jour d'offrandes destinees a Vishnu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;No templo de Changu Narayan que fica em cima de uma colina. Oferendas para Vishnu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Les ecoliers de Changu Narayan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estudantes em Changu Narayan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Une vieille photo de Mr. Krishna Prasad Koju, un pere de famille rencontre dans un bar a Bakhtapur qui a eu la gentillesse de nous inviter chez lui a boire le whisky nepalais !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Uma antiga foto de Seu Krishna Prasad Koju, um pai de familia que encontramos num boteco de momo em Baktapur. Fomos convidados a tomar roxy (whisky nepales) na casa dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Krishna avec ses enfants.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Seu Krishna e as criancas. Os filhos pequenos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2 de ses fils.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;...e os grandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Sa femme et sa fille. Ils sont tous tres sympas; j'espere qu'ils recevront les photos !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A esposa e a filha de Seu Krishna. Todos muito simpaticos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Une des figures emblematique de Baktaphur.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tiozao em Baktaphur. Felicien ficou um tempao ensaiando essa foto sem o tio ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; La place des potteries a Bakhtapur.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A praca das ceramica em Baktaphur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_2031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Toujours sur la place des potteries; a noter le detail en haut a droite de la photo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Olha so o detalhe la atras bem no fundo da foto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-113335003484063718?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/113335003484063718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=113335003484063718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113335003484063718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113335003484063718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/11/nepal-kathmandu-valley.html' title='NEPAL * KATHMANDU VALLEY'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-113327306776846315</id><published>2005-11-11T13:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:02:20.240Z</updated><title type='text'>TIBET - NEPAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1489.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_1489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; La premiere passe apres Lhassa, pas encore 5000 metres !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O primeiro passe depois de Lhasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1488.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le lac Yamdrok, vu de la passe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O lago Yamdrok, visto do passe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1490.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1502.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1507.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vera a achete une paire de bottes au monastere de Shigatse, a une bonne journee de route de Lhassa. A vous de la reconnaitre ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Comprei um par de botas tipicas no brecho do monasterio de Shigatse, depois de um dia de estrada. A minha eh a bota com detalhe verde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1499.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ahh, la lumiere des temples boudhistes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Xuxuzao pirou na luz dos templos e monasterios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1529.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Des enfants misereux rencontres sur le chemin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nos vilarejos de beira de estrada sempre encontrava-mos varias criancas empoeiradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0839.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Notre hote a Lhatse, un tibetain Khampa et musicien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O gerente do hotel, um tibetano Khampa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A mon tour maintenant !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0881.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ca c`est Dirk, un hollandais qui a pris la 5eme place dans la voiture louee a Lhassa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esse eh o Dirk, nosso companheiro de jipe holandes depois de um dia de viajar no banquinho do porta malas batendo a cabeca no teto toda hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Euh, ben la, c`est-a-dire que je suis plus tres frais !!&lt;br /&gt;Apres un petit tour au camp de base de l`everest (5200m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Xuxuzao acabado de pois de fazer a trilha ateh o campo base 1 do Evereste tibetano a 5200m. Eu tive dor de cabeca por causa da altitude e fiquei de molho esse dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0883.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Richard, par contre, la grande forme; il est meme alle quasiment jusqu`au 2eme camp (il a pas vu le premier !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esse ai eh o Richard, nosso companheiro de jipe frances. Estudante de arquitetura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0884.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Moi aussi j`y serais bien alle au 2eme camp !!! J`ai pas vu le raccourci !! (Christophe, apres le camp de base)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E esse eh o Christophe, nosso outro companheiro frances e 5o tripulante do jipe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1568.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;le resultat des destructions realisees par les chinois depuis leur invasion du &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tibet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O resultado da invasao chineza no Tibet. FREE TIBET!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;des troupeaux de blue sheeps (espece de chevres sauvages) apres le camp de base de l'Everest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Um grupo de 'blue sheeps' perto do campo base do Evereste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sur la route vers la frontiere nepalaise&lt;br /&gt;merci au yack d'avoir pose !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Um yak lindao super fotogenico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1665.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;La passe de Tonga, qui offre un panorama sur l'ensemble de la chaine himalayenne; grandiose ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O passe de Tonga, que oferece um panorama de mais de 180 graus do massivo dos Himalaias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1702.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A pied dans le no man's land qui separe le Tibet du Nepal. 8 km de bonheur au milieu d'une vegetation devenue tropicale ! Quelques heures auparavant nous etions encore dans les montagnes; le contraste est frappant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Terra de ninguem. Eu nem sabia que isso existe de verdade... Os 8 km a pe entre a China e o Nepal. O contraste entre a neve e a floresta atlantica eh emocionante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1722.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un des premiers nepalais que nous avons rencontre dans le bus entre la frontiere et Kathmandu : un professeur d'anglais qui venait d'enregistrer une cassette en famille. On l'a gardee en souvenir !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Um dos primeiros nepaleses que fizemos contato no onibus da fronteira ateh Kathmandu. Um professor de ingles que tinha acabado de gravar em familia cancoes tradicionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-113327306776846315?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/113327306776846315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=113327306776846315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113327306776846315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113327306776846315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/11/tibet-nepal.html' title='TIBET - NEPAL'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-113326823182825469</id><published>2005-11-04T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:42:51.523Z</updated><title type='text'>TIBET * LHASA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rencontres et cliches autour du Jokhang, haut lieu de pelerinage des tibetains venus de tout le pays, parfois a pied. Tres emouvant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Em volta do Templo Jocang no centrao de Lhasa. Pelegrinos tibetanos as vezes vindo a pe de bem longe. Emocionante demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1341.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1341.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1330.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1324.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1278.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Le palais du Potala, monastere et egalement ancienne residence d`hiver du Dalai-Lama, avant son exil contraint par l`invasion chinoise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O palacio Potala, que eh monasterio e ex-residencia de inverno do Dalai-Lama, antes de seu exilio por causa da invasao chinesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Un petit garcon qui gagne sa croute en chantant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Um menino cantor ganhando a vida. Os olhos dele brilham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/picture%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/picture%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La couverture du bouquin que je lisais sur le Dalai-Lama; cette photo, comme toutes les representations du Dalai-lama, est interdite au Tibet. Nous avons tente d`en imprimer quelques exemplaires pour les distribuer, en vain. Nous avons quand meme fini par arracher la couverture et la donner a 2 jeunes moines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A capa do livro que Felicien leu sobre o Dalai-Lama; Tanto essa quanto qualquer foto do Dalai-Lama, sao proibidas no Tibet. Agente tentou imprimir algumas em vao pois as lojas de fotocopia sao de propietarios chineses. Um dia, na saida do templo Drepung, 2 jovens monges perguntaram se agente tinha uma foto do Dalai-Lama, ai agente rasgou a capa e deu pra eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Le monastere de &lt;strong&gt;Drepung&lt;/strong&gt;, qui il y a quelques annees encore accueillait plusieurs milliers de moines; superbe, mais malheureusement trop vide aujourd`hui ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O monasterio de Drepung, que a alguns anos acolhia alguns milhares de monges; magnifico porem meio vazio hoje em dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Systeme improbable de chauffe-eau pour le the ! (il y en a plein le monastere). A Lhassa (3700 m d`altitude, on ne voit quasiment jamais de nuages)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sistema solar de aquecimento de agua pra o chazinho dos monges! (e tem varios espalhados nos patios do monasterio. Nos 3700 m de altitude de Lhasa quase nunca tem nuvens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1388.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1409.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ca, c`est pour le frere de Vera, egalement surnomme "l`agneau".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Essa vai pra Daniel Padilha, vulgo OVELHA! ! ! Temos outras poses Dani!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1411.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1411.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Une petite biere dans notre restaurant prefere a Lhassa, tenu par une chinoise tres sympa. Ici, avec Christophe et Richard (francais rencontre a Lhassa)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christophe e Richard tomando uma cervejinha no nosso restaurante preferido em Lhasa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-113326823182825469?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/113326823182825469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=113326823182825469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113326823182825469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113326823182825469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/11/tibet-lhasa.html' title='TIBET * LHASA'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-113326049833160973</id><published>2005-11-01T10:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:40:48.986Z</updated><title type='text'>TIBET * CLANDESTINOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1226.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_1226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dans le bus pour rentrer au Tibet; la plus grande partie du voyage s`est faite sous la couverture. En effet les etrangers ne peuvent pas se rendre au Tibet par la route, sauf en jeep et avec un permis (couteux !!). On a eu du mal a monter dans le bus (il a fallut demander a un chinois de nous acheter le billet, et a la gare routiere, il a fallut parlementer (avec les mains !)). Merci a Christophe et la prof d`anglais de Shangri-la d`avoir prevenu et negocie avec le chauffeur de nous laisser monter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dentro do onibus entrando o Tibet; a maior parte da viagem ficamos debaixo das cobertas. Estrangeiros sao proinidos de entrar no Tibet pela estrada, exceto quando em jipe com chofer e com uma autorizacao (carissimo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1267.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1267.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3 jours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; de voyages nous ont permis de voir pas mal de choses par la lucarne !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Em 3 dias de viagem vimos bastante coisas pela janelinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1173.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1173.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quel soulagement d`arriver a Lhassa; heureusement, il n`y a eu aucun controle aux checkpoints !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Ufi! Que alivio chegar em Lhasa; felizmente, nao fomos parados em nenhum dos checkpoints!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1176.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1176.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; L`equipe des illegaux au complet ! Ici avec les japonais deguises en chinois !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A equipe completa de clandestinos ! Eu e Xuxu com as tradicionais mascaras cirurgicas que os chineses adoram usar, Christophe, e os japas Koji, Ko e Takito disfarcados de chineses mudos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-113326049833160973?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/113326049833160973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=113326049833160973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113326049833160973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113326049833160973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/11/tibet-clandestinos.html' title='TIBET * CLANDESTINOS'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-113264391948413768</id><published>2005-10-25T06:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:42:11.750Z</updated><title type='text'>CHINE * SHANGRI-LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_1066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangri-la - &lt;/strong&gt;Vera sur l`escalier de notre hotel, le "Rock Side", en plein dans la vieille ville.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Zhongdian)&lt;/strong&gt; - na escada que leva pro nosso quarto no Rock Side Hostel que fica na parte velha da cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangri-la :&lt;/strong&gt; dans le salon de l`hotel, en plein jam avec Ko le japonais et la professeur d`anglais. Les murs sont en terre cuite et le chauffage est au feu de bois. Sur le toit ils font secher le foin pour le betail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Zhongdian)&lt;/strong&gt; - na sala de estar. Jam ao lado da lareira com o japa Ko Ishiro e a chinesa professora de ingles. A parede eh de lama e o aquecimeto a lenha. No teto das casas eles secam feno pro gado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangri-la :&lt;/strong&gt; vue de la petite terrace du Rock side : le plus grand "mani" au monde (c`est en fait un objet que les boudhistes font tourner pendant qu`ils prient.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Zhongdian)&lt;/strong&gt; - vista da saida do Rock Side: o maior "mani" do mundo. Mani eh um objeto que os budistas tem que ficar girando enquanto rezam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangri-la :&lt;/strong&gt; le mani de nuit, superbe !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Zhongdian)&lt;/strong&gt; - o mani de noite. Magnifico! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1056.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sahngri-la :&lt;/strong&gt; ca nous est arrive plusieurs fois d`etre invite a visiter la cuisine a defaut de menu en anglais !! Le mec a droite, c`est le boss du resto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Zhongdian)&lt;/strong&gt; - muitas vezes agente era convidado a entrar na cozinha do restaurante por falta de menu em ingles. Essa criatura bizarra na direita eh o gerente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangri-la :&lt;/strong&gt; voila le resultat : une soupe de poule dans le style hot pot; en dessous le feu est allume et a cote, differentes crudites que l`on met dans la soupe au fur et a mesure, selon les gouts !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Zhongdian) -&lt;/strong&gt; ...depois deu nisso: sopa de galinha no estilo Hot Pot. Enbaixo dessa panela tem um fogareu e do lado, varios pratos crus que vc coloca la dentro pra cozinhar a gosto. Nham nham!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangri-la :&lt;/strong&gt; tous les soirs a 7h00 commencait le bal sur la place centrale et les gens sont habilles comme sur la photo pour de vrai pendant la journee; mises a part les manches longues bien entendu. Le style est deja completement tibetain, bien que nous soyons encore en Chine !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Zhongdian) -&lt;/strong&gt; toda noite as 19 hrs comecava o baile na praca central, e esse povo de roupa tradi se veste assim de verdade todo dia. Menos essa de manga longuesima eh claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deqin (Shangri-la`a county) :&lt;/strong&gt; ville dans le style de Shangri-la, bien que plus petite. Tous les enfants voulaient a tout prix que nous les prenions en photo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Deqin) -&lt;/strong&gt; essa cidade era no estilo de Zhongdian so que bem menorzinha. TODAS as criancas sao treinadas pra "strike a pose".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deqin (Shangri-la) :&lt;/strong&gt; un bon vieux snooker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Deqin) -&lt;/strong&gt; sinuca eh pra macho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1218.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deqin (Shangri-la) :&lt;/strong&gt; l`atelier a pates de farine de riz; de l`autre cote il y a une salle ou dort toute la famille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Deqin) -&lt;/strong&gt; fabrica de macarrao de farinha de arroz. Do outro lado dessa parede tem um quartinho onde dorme toda a familia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deqin (Shangri-la) :&lt;/strong&gt; en stop aux portes du Tibet pour voir un glacier sur une des montagnes sacrees de Chine, le mont Meili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Deqin) -&lt;/strong&gt; carona ate o parque nacional Meili Shuan pra ver a geleira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deqin (Shangri-la) :&lt;/strong&gt; Christophe, rencontre a Shangri-la, etait avec nous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Shangrila (Deqin) - o Christophe estava com agente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1167.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangri-la :&lt;/strong&gt; elle descendait de la montagne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila -&lt;/strong&gt; essa tia desceu a montanha na nossa direcao com toda essa carga e eu pedi pra tirar foto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1178.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1178.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangri-la :&lt;/strong&gt; le petit garcon qui joue avec l`eau de l`egout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila -&lt;/strong&gt; mocinho brincando com agua do esgoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1187.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1187.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mont Meili :&lt;/strong&gt; une des 7 montagnes sacrees de Chine, ou se trouve ce glacier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Meili Shuan) -&lt;/strong&gt; uma das 7 montanhas sagradas da China onde encontramos essa geleira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1189.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Meili Shuan) -&lt;/strong&gt; nos e a tal geleira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1199.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1199.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mont Meili -&lt;/strong&gt; en redescendant du glacier nous avons fait la rencontre de cette femme qui loue des chevaux pour faire la montee; jolie non ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shangrila (Meili Shuan)&lt;/strong&gt; - quando descemos dessa montanha encontramos essa linda senhora que aluga cavalos pra subida. Linda neh? As mulheres sao lindissimas nessa regiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-113264391948413768?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/113264391948413768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=113264391948413768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113264391948413768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113264391948413768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/10/chine-shangri-la.html' title='CHINE * SHANGRI-LA'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-113127922964215404</id><published>2005-10-14T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:41:32.123Z</updated><title type='text'>CHINE * TRAVERSEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pingyao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - petite ville historique particulierement bien preservee a 200 km de Pekin. Au programme : balldades a velo autour des remparts et dans les temples alentours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pingyao -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cidadezinha preservada toda tradicional (esquema Pelourinho) a 200 km de Beijing. O tempo estava super nublado (como a maior parte da viagem na China) por isso a maioria das fotos ficaram superespostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xi'an -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 2eme stop dans notre traversee de la Chine, c`est l`ancienne capitale et le depart de la route de la soie; la photo a ete prise dans le site des 10000 guerriers en terre cuite, constituant le tombeau de l`empereur Qin qui a unifie la Chine il y a 22 siecles !! Ce site archéologique exceptionnel, classé au patrimoine mondial de l'Unesco a été découvert seulement en 1974, par hasard, par des paysants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xi'an -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cidade grande a uns 500 km de Beijing. Comeco da famosa Rota da Seda (e cha, e especiarias, e macarrao atravez de Marco Polo). A foto foi no sitio arqueologico dos famosos (esqueci quantos mil) guerreiros de mais de 2000 mil anos (isso eu lembro) pra proteger (na outra vida) a tumba do primeiro Imperador Chines que unificou a China e comecou a construir a Grande Muralha contra os Mongois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0873.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; capitale des pandas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; capital dos Pandas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0874.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; moi et l`hotesse du wagon; elle veut pas que je monte !!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Xuxuzon e uma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...como diz aeromoca de trem?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0924.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; les pandas sont incroyables; ils passent leur temps a bouffer et dormir !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O mo deusu que coisa fofa! Eles comem so bambu e dormem mais da metade do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0914.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vera avec Santiago le seul colombien de Chine et Kate la neozelandaise. See you soon in the kiwi`s country !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Eu, Santiago (o colombiano mais querido da China) e Kate (a neozelandeza mais fofa da China). Em Chengdu o sol nunca aparece pq a cidade fica no pe de varias montanhas suuper altas bloqueando as nuvens. Dizem que a pele das garotas de la eh invejada em toda a China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0938.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a voir, le detail entre les jambes ! Les bebes jusqu`a 3 ans en Chine ont toujours les fesses a l`air (pas de systeme de couche, tout part direct dans le caniveau !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Esse nenem eh em homenagem a Adriana Pires que sempre quis ter um filho com tracos orientais. Reparem na surpresinha entre as perninhas. Seguinte: aqui bebe nao usa fralda. O estilo das calcas das criancas ate os 4 anos, tem um corte aberto que vao do rego ate a frente. Geralmente elas fazem as necessidades a hora que rolar; no chao do trem, na calcada do shopping na frente da loja do pai de preferencia pois parece que ate da sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0959.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; les parcs en Chine ou en Mongolie sont remplis de ces trucs pour rester en forme; tout bete, mais efficace, et tout le monde les utilise !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nos parques ou calcadas da Mongolia e da China as pessoas (principalmente idosos) se exercitam nesses equipamentos de look complicado mas construcao hiper simples. Genial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0890.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; le fameux canard laque !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o famoso pato laqueado!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;... maintenant dans notre assiette ! Hummmm! Excellent !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;... e agora no nosso prato! Hummmm! Tesao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Amir l`israelien connaissait toutes les pink floyds, incroyable !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Amir o israelense que fazia TODAS do Pinkfloyd igualzinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1049.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on est reste tellement longtemps dans l`auberge que le proprietaire, Mix, est devenu un ami !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chengdu -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ficamos tanto tempo nessa guesthouse que Mix, o proprietario, ficou nosso camarada. Gente bonissima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Qui a dit qu`il y avait la grippe aviaire en Chine ? A l`arret de bus entre Lijiang et Shangrila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Xuxuzao roubando o milho das galinhas na parada do busao entre Lijiang e Shangrila. Gripe aviaria? Aqui nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-113127922964215404?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/113127922964215404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=113127922964215404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113127922964215404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113127922964215404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/10/chine-traversee.html' title='CHINE * TRAVERSEE'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-113118945062969260</id><published>2005-10-05T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T08:01:14.550Z</updated><title type='text'>CHINE * BEIJING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_0746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ma premiere partie d`echecs chinois ; c`est pas de la tarte !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Xuxuzao tao simpatico, fez amizade com o garcon que ensinou ele a jogar xadrez chines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Traduction : 'merci de bien vouloir cracher dans le pot prevu a cet effet' (veridique, apercu dans le train !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Traducao: favor cuspir dentro do baldinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cara, na china, cuspir eh demonstracao de cuidado com a propria saude. Escarradas em alto e bom som na rua, no trem, nao interessa, o importante eh botar pra fora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Notre premier repas en Chine : tripes de poulet, champignons bouillis sans sel, pates a base de farine riz, sauce a la cacahuete et au soja ! Au secours ! (heureusement, par la suite, nous nous regalons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nosso primeiro rango na China: estomago de frango, cogumelos fatiados, macarrao de farinha de arroz, tudo isso cozido na agua sem sal, acompanhado de molho de creme de amendoim com soja. SOCORRO! Mas agente comeu tudo porque o povo do restaurante tava olhando pra ver o que acontecia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Uma loja de bandeira com a mais linda na vitrine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Detail du toit d'une des pagodes de la Cite Interdite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Detalhe do telhado de um dos pagodes da Cidade Proibida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ambiance decontractee avec les gardes rouges de la place Tien an Men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Une jolie inconnue et son sac fashion dans le bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Achei essa menina tao linda e a bolsa tao legal que tive que pedir pra tirar essa foto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0755.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0755.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vue du palais d`ete, une des residences de l`imperatrice de Chine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Vista do lago do Palacio de Verao da imperatriz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0760.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0760.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vera a l`entree d`une des pagodes du palais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu na entrada de um dos pagodes (pagode eh um chale chines) do palacio. Quem quiser ver a foto do proprio procura no Google Images, ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Avec notre hote Julien, mari de Bathilde, dans un restaurant thailandais; merci a Fabrice pour le contact !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Esse bonitao ai eh o Julien, arquiteto frances que acabou de se mudar pra Beijing e nos hospedou no ap modernetz dele. Ele eh marido de uma amiga de um amigo de infancia de Felicien. Mega contato excelente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;La Grande Muraille de Chine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu descobri essa muralha, ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;...e ela tava cheia de joaninhaaaaaas!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-113118945062969260?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/113118945062969260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=113118945062969260&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113118945062969260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/113118945062969260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/10/chine-beijing.html' title='CHINE * BEIJING'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112848799837903068</id><published>2005-09-14T04:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:23:52.536Z</updated><title type='text'>MONGOLIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigmoichevalmong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/bigmoichevalmong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/verachevalmong%5B1%5D1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/verachevalmong%5B1%5D1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Un petit probleme technique nous a valu de perdre nos photos de Mongolie; mais on a eu la chance de faire un bout de randonnee avec 2 amis polonais; merci a Justine et Lucas pour leurs photos !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Infelizmente eu... eu mesmo... fiz uma besteira e apaguei TODAS as fotos da Mongolia na nossa maquina digital... Puta cagada, mas acontece. Felizmente um dos nossos passeios foi na compania agradabilissima do casal Polones, Justine e Lucas. Assim podemos registrar alguns momentos pra dividir com voces.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigyfaitpastoujourschaud2mong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigyfaitpastoujourschaud2mong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Au temple de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karakoram&lt;/span&gt;, l'ancienne capitale a l'epoque de Gengis Khan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No templo de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karakoram&lt;/span&gt;, ex-capital de Gengis Khan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigerdenezuumong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigerdenezuumong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigyfaitpastoujourschaudmong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigyfaitpastoujourschaudmong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigcompagnonsdubusmong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigcompagnonsdubusmong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dans le mini-bus entre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oulan-Bator&lt;/span&gt; et Karakoram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dentro do busao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigbroutermong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigbroutermong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigcampement3emejourmong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigcampement3emejourmong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Campement le 3eme jour de la premiere expedition a cheval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Acampamento no 3o dia da primeira expedicao a cavalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigcestmoiquilaifaitemong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigcestmoiquilaifaitemong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lucas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigpaysageorkhonmong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigpaysageorkhonmong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigdanslaourtemong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigdanslaourtemong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Toutes les yourtes ont la meme decoration interieure : un poele sous la colonne centrale, un altar bouddhiste en face de la porte, un lit de chaque cote ou dorment parfois 3 personnes, les accessoires, la vaisselle et les aliments pres de la porte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as yurtas tem a mesma decoracao: lareira/fogao na coluna central, nicho budista na direcao oposta da porta, 1 cama em cada lateral onde dormen as vezes ate 3 pessoas e ferramentas e alimentos nas laterais da porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/yourtemong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/yourtemong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigveraetguidemong%5B1%5D1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigveraetguidemong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Meu cavalo malcriado mijando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigambiancemicrobusmong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigambiancemicrobusmong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/biglesamispolskimong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/biglesamispolskimong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos chers amis polonais qui ont fait les photos (sauf celle la !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Meus queridos Lucas e Justine, os poloneses que fizeram estas fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigmoirienfoutremong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigmoirienfoutremong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Xuxuzao tao lindao !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigcampementnuurmong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigcampementnuurmong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Justine installant la tente et Vera au fond ramenant du bois pour le feu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Justine montando barraca e eu la no fundo trazendo lenha pra fogueira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigyourtesmong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigyourtesmong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/biglamulemong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/biglamulemong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Le cheval de bat avec nos 4 sac a dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O cavalinho de carga com nossas quatro mochilas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/biglapetiterivieremong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/biglapetiterivieremong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigpaysagemouvantmong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigpaysagemouvantmong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ce cheval a essaye de mordre Vera des le 2eme jour ! Le 4eme jour il n'obeissait plus et Vera enrageait !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigoulacestdurdemontermong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigoulacestdurdemontermong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Esse cavalo me chutou e tentou me morder no segundo dia. No quarto dia ele nao me obedecia e eu chorei de raiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/biglandscapemong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/biglandscapemong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigchevauxboiventmong%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigchevauxboiventmong%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/bigchevalmong%5B1%5D1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/bigchevalmong%5B1%5D1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112848799837903068?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112848799837903068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112848799837903068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112848799837903068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112848799837903068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/09/mongolie.html' title='MONGOLIE'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112641896977473536</id><published>2005-09-04T05:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:38:35.726Z</updated><title type='text'>RUSSIE * OLKHON - CHEZ NIKITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_0368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Le portail de la salle du petit dej.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Meu, todo dia de manha eu acordave bem cedinho com uma facilidade incrivel ! Razao: o cafe da manha que era servido nessas mesas era um tezao. Tinha mingau, pancakes com geleia, pao, queijo, chas de varios tipos e 2 ovos fritos por dia por pessoa. Um pequeno exagero. Quem me conhece sabe que eu nao deixo passar batido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;La cuisine en plein air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;A cozinha da pousada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Une deco bien personnalisee !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Detail de la decoration (photo ci-dessus).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;As russinhas da ilha: uma de origem buriat, outra de origem eslava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Le soir au coin du feu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;De noite tem reuniao/festinha na beira da fogueira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112641896977473536?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112641896977473536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112641896977473536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112641896977473536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112641896977473536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/09/russie-olkhon-chez-nikita.html' title='RUSSIE * OLKHON - CHEZ NIKITA'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112641663980685796</id><published>2005-08-30T05:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:38:10.423Z</updated><title type='text'>RUSSIE * OLKHON - L`EXPEDITION POINTE NORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Totems chamanistes rencontres sur l`ile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Os buriates cultuam esses totens e amarram fitas e jogam oferendas no chao. Claro que eu amarrei uma fitinha azul do Senhor do Bonfin he he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nous comptions partir a 2; finalement 5 personnes rencontrees sur l`ile nous accompagnerent : les francousskis Helene, Vincent et Roland, les germanos Christine et Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Agente alugou a barraca, e quando falamos sobre nossos planos pro povo que fizemos amizade na pousada, 5 deles quiseram partir conosco: os franceses Helene, Vincent e Roland, e os alemaes, Christine e Martin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Premiere etape de notre rando de 3 jours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Primeira parada pra acampar, desfrutar a tarde e dormir. Na verdade ficamos bem perto do cabo que esta mais distante na foto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Recus comme des rois chez les habitants du bout de l`ile. Poisson fume, Vodka, chez Slav, son pere Igor et son fils, Dima. On a meme pu dormir dans une des cabanes en bois !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Enorme a hospitalidade russa. Fomos convidados no terreno do pescador Slav, seu pai, o vovo Igor, e seu filho, Dima, a jantar peixe defumado (na hora por nos mesmos!), beber muita vodka e dormir (todos os 7) naquela casinha no fundo da foto; a "banha" que e a tipica sauna russa. Foi mais pratico e confortavel que ter de armar as barracas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Agente com cara de acabados depois de 3 dias e 44 kilometros andando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;CAPE KOBOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;La pointe nord de l`ile - rien de vilain tout ca... un peu le nord Cotentin quoi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112641663980685796?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112641663980685796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112641663980685796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112641663980685796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112641663980685796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/08/russie-olkhon-lexpedition-pointe-nord.html' title='RUSSIE * OLKHON - L`EXPEDITION POINTE NORD'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112641515611280593</id><published>2005-08-25T04:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:37:42.176Z</updated><title type='text'>RUSSIE * BAIKAL - ILE D`OLKHON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bienvenue au paradis de la Siberie !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Florzinha da estepe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;La place centrale de la ville de Khoujir (la plus grande de l`ile).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Pra quem gosta de vaquinhas tranquilas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Side-car "Oural", utile dans les chemins en terre de l`ile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Modelo campeao de vendas da regiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Le port, derriere le joli bateau tout rouille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;O porto atraz do barcao abandonado, enferrujado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112641515611280593?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112641515611280593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112641515611280593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112641515611280593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112641515611280593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/08/russie-baikal-ile-dolkhon.html' title='RUSSIE * BAIKAL - ILE D`OLKHON'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112641340132738896</id><published>2005-08-23T04:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:37:18.286Z</updated><title type='text'>RUSSIE * IRKUTSK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_0316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Detail d`une "dentelle" en bois de maison typique d`Irkoutsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Detalhe do estilo arquitetonico tipico de Irkutsk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quart d`heure culturel au musee des decembristes - cela vaut la peine de s`informer un peu sur cette periode de l`histoire de la Russie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;O casal Houet no museu dos Decembristas. Vale a pena pesquisar essa passagem historica da Russia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Notre appartement a Irkoutsk : merci a Helene, Vincent et Roland pour le tuyau ! Coucou a Sam, compatriote rencontre dans une des chambres !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Nosso lar-doce-lar em Irkutsk. Esse ai e um conterraneo de Felicien, o Samuel, um matematico interessado em chamanismo Buriate. Os buriate sao uma das etnias que ocupam esse lado da Siberia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112641340132738896?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112641340132738896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112641340132738896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112641340132738896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112641340132738896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/08/russie-irkutsk.html' title='RUSSIE * IRKUTSK'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112640980669187505</id><published>2005-08-20T03:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:36:48.020Z</updated><title type='text'>RUSSIE * LE TRANSSIBERIEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;En 86 heures de train, on a bien le temps de dormir un peu !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Nossa atividade principal durante 3 dias e meio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_03041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_03041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Les filles voulaient savoir quelle langue nous parlions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As menininhas do trem que estavam bastante curiosas pra saber que lingua agente estava falando. Por causa da novela O Clone, o Brasil nao e estranho aos Russos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Les babouchkas completent leur retraite en vendant les produits du jardin, du poisson seche et de la biere !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;As babuchkas (vovozinhas) vendendo alimentos numa das paradas. Tinha ovo cozido, peixe desidratado, tomates, bananas, pao, muita cerveja e agua com gas que eu detesto, frituras, milho cozido, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Le couvre-feu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A partir das 10 horas, as luzes do vagao se apagam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Notre voisine la plus sympathique, Nadiejda, prof de biologie dans la region d`Irkoutsk, qui ne parle que le russe !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Nossa visinha de compartimento, a simpatica Nadiejda, professora de biologia na regiao de Irkutsk. Ele deixou de heranca pra gente uma caneca vermelha e um potinho de sal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Un apercu de notre compartiment, en 3eme classe !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Essa eu nao to bonita... mas mostra super bem o cotidiano na &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;terceira classe do trem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt; Tinhamos um grupo de 10 trabalhadores de construcao civil Ucranianos como visinhos. Os caras comiam o tempo inteiro !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Notre train Moscou - Baikal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Esse e o nosso vagao do lado de fora !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Destinacao: Moscou - Baikal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le Transmandchourien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Destinacao: Vladivostok - Moscou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_03102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_03102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;La vie dans le transsiberien... de nombreux arrets dans des gares aux noms inconnues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Uma das cenas bucolicas de gente que leva a vida na beira dos trilhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_03121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_03121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;L`hotesse de notre wagon pendant les 3 jours du transsiberien. C`est elle qui nous appelait quand on oubliait de remonter dans le train au moment du depart !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Essa dai e tipo a comissaria de bordo que limpava e mantinha a ordem no nosso vagao. Olha so que cara engracada !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112640980669187505?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112640980669187505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112640980669187505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112640980669187505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112640980669187505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/08/russie-le-transsiberien.html' title='RUSSIE * LE TRANSSIBERIEN'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112486264829726077</id><published>2005-08-16T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:36:02.266Z</updated><title type='text'>RUSSIE * MOSCOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/dinner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/dinner2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah ! L`hospitalite Russe... ici avec Tania et Cyril, qui nous ont accueilli a Moscou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ficamos hospedados na casa de nossos amigos moscovitas Tania e Cyril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/nousmoscou4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/nousmoscou3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/mos011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/veramosc021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/felixmosc04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/felixmosc04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/felixmosc031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/veramosc02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Et alors, c`est qui qui paye ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/felixmosc03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/felixmosc021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/amis1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/felixmosc02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/felixmosc022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/felixmosc02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Felix qui deconne... lamentable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/amis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/amis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/amis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Serguei, qui parle parfaitement le portugais, et Sacha nous ont emmene dans LE bar branche de Moscou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Serguei (que incrivelmente, fala um portugues perfeito ! !) e sua noiva, a belissima Sacha, nos levaram ao bar mais "na moda" de Mocow !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112486264829726077?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112486264829726077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112486264829726077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112486264829726077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112486264829726077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/08/russie-moscou.html' title='RUSSIE * MOSCOU'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112429479696951711</id><published>2005-08-09T16:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:35:25.496Z</updated><title type='text'>UKRAINE * PHOTOS DE FEODOCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Voyez comme c`est joli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Bonita cidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nos amis !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A galera tomando banho de lama !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/200/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;La petite sirene de Crimee !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112429479696951711?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112429479696951711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112429479696951711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112429479696951711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112429479696951711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/08/ukraine-photos-de-feodocia.html' title='UKRAINE * PHOTOS DE FEODOCIA'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112429443263305662</id><published>2005-08-09T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:33:19.663Z</updated><title type='text'>UKRAINE * TRAIN KIEV-FEODOCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/320/IMG_00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A la decouverte des tresors de la musique russe dans le train qui nous emmene de Kiev vers la Crimee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Felicien fazendo amizade com um musico ucraniano no trem que nos levou de Kiev para as praias da Criméia, no Nar Negro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112429443263305662?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112429443263305662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112429443263305662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112429443263305662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112429443263305662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/08/ukraine-train-kiev-feodocia.html' title='UKRAINE * TRAIN KIEV-FEODOCIA'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112429302005853303</id><published>2005-08-07T09:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:32:27.543Z</updated><title type='text'>DEPART - between Germany and Poland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/400/IMG_00221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;38 horas de viagem atravessando Alemanha e Polonia. Essa foi na fronteira Polonia/Ukrania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112429302005853303?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112429302005853303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112429302005853303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112429302005853303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112429302005853303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/08/depart-between-germany-and-poland.html' title='DEPART - between Germany and Poland'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112369421582953984</id><published>2005-08-06T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-17T14:35:53.666Z</updated><title type='text'>DEPART - Paris, Gare du Nord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/1600/IMG_42311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/1291/320/IMG_42311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;On met les voiles !! Nous allons monter a bord du bus qui nous emmenera a Kiev pour la premiere etape du voyage. Merci au chauffeur Vincent et a Caroline pour ce cliche !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A caminho do onibus que nos levara a Kiev, Ucrania para a primeira etapa da viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;On our way to the bus that would take us to Kiev, Ukraine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14309243-112369421582953984?l=continentalis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/feeds/112369421582953984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14309243&amp;postID=112369421582953984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112369421582953984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14309243/posts/default/112369421582953984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continentalis.blogspot.com/2005/08/depart-paris-gare-du-nord.html' title='DEPART - Paris, Gare du Nord'/><author><name>Vera&amp;amp;Félicien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209749297117360945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/_ENYk7I9icq0/Rbymcn_qTeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u4hAUsm8p_s/s1600/ID05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14309243.post-112232826920417806</id><published>2005-07-31T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-23T19:59:10.346Z</updated><title type='text'>• preparativos principais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soltar as amarras sem se estressar demanda um minimo de organizacao. Ainda bem que Felicien existe !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- tomar a decisao de partir: foi Felicien que veio com esse papo pra cima de mim + ou – em &lt;strong&gt;abril 2004&lt;/strong&gt;. Na epoca eu achei que era “papo de aranha”, afinal eu tinha acabado de chegar em Paris pra finalmente morar com ele... e disse que era um sonho mas que teria que encontrar uma solucao “granifera”, obvio. Eis que xuxuzao economiza ha 3 anos pra isso e eu nao sabia !!!!!! Nos meses seguintes o bicho comecou a tomar forma e procuramos minizar os gastos sem exageros.&lt;br /&gt;- fizemos a carteirinha da assosiacao ABM (Aventura do Fim do Mundo): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dezembro 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- anunciamos os planos a familia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dezembro 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- casamento de Vera e Felicien : &lt;strong&gt;janeiro 2005&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Uhuuuu!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Felicien pede licensa sabatica “conge sabatique” de 12 meses na empresa : &lt;strong&gt;marco 2005&lt;/strong&gt; (mas continua a trabalhar por mais 5 meses)&lt;br /&gt;- escolher o itinerario em funcao dos climas e temperaturas com a ajuda dos livros “Saisons et Climats”, “Globe Reveur” (e do meu-amigo-viajante-mor Kiyomori Mori!) : &lt;strong&gt;maio 2005&lt;/strong&gt; (mesmo assim estamos abertos a mudancas de ultima hora!).&lt;br /&gt;- compra de equipamento: desde o natal e mesmo pro nosso casamento pedimos de presente “vales presente” das lojas Vieux Campeur, Go Sport e Fnac.&lt;br /&gt;- prever e negociar taxas de banco e declaracao de imposto de renda : &lt;strong&gt;maio 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vera para de trabalhar (saudades da Marcia de Carvalho e banda Alegria!): comeco de &lt;strong&gt;junho 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- agitar as vacinas (febre amarela, DTP, hepatite A e B, meningite, raiva e tifoide) : &lt;strong&gt;junho 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- agitar seguro saude e repatriamento : &lt;strong&gt;junho 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- check-up medico; dentista (saudades da Dra. Deia!), dermatologista (saudades da Dra. Carlinha!) e ginecologista : &lt;strong&gt;junho/julho 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
