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  1. Argentina. Five photos (2)

    New York city maybe prides itself of being the city that never sleeps, a place where everything is open 24 hours a day. The subway always runs, the hot dog vendors are always running. Money is being made, the shakers and movers and all those others that measure life in accounting profits never stop.
    Buenos Aires does not pride itself of that. Buenos Aires does sleep. It takes naps, in the afternoon, long and languid, the sleep of the lazy, the sleep of those that know that life is not meant ...
  2. Argentina. Five photos (1)

    If you walk the business blocks of downtown Buenos Aires, you may bump into La Morada. It is a small indistinct locale, at least 75 years old, with an old wooden door that gives you no previews of what awaits inside.
    Walk through and you will be transported in time. La Morada is a local eatery where the lower rungs of the managerial ranks go to. It has probably not changed since it opened, something you can tell by looking at the walls and tables. The chairs and wood tables have obviously ...
  3. Logbook to the middle ages. END

    I sit at the Nene Theresa airport. It is early in the morning and I wait for my plane to land, turnaround and take me back home. As I suspected, the Nene Theresa is clean and shiny but at this time of the day it offers very little. My next meal will be in Germany.
    It has been a nice 7 weeks. They have been mellow and I have enjoyed Albania and Berat. And as I donít know if I will come back to Albania, but I am certain it will not be to my sleepy town, when I bid goodbye to it I felt a little ...

    Updated 09-24-2019 at 03:20 PM by ponchi101

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  4. Logbook to the middle ages. XIX

    I spend my last afternoon in Albania roaming the streets of downtown Tirana.
    As I was driven there I could see a more modern side of the country. The road became a serviceable two lane highway, with cars zooming by us at considerable speed. The closer to Tirana we got, the more billboards and signs greeted us. We entered the city and I was taken to the same hotel where I spent my first night upon arrival. I was given an extra large room which indeed seemed palatial, and the larger bathroom ...

    Updated 09-21-2019 at 11:47 AM by ponchi101

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  5. Logbook to the middle ages. XVIII

    And on my last Sunday in Berat I went to church.
    I woke up early and strolled the same boulevard that on every night is full of people, teeming with excitement and joy. But in the early hours of the morning nothing is going on. Some of the places are opened but they sell nothing but coffee. It is too early to get a croissant or something to eat. The cleaning ladies are washing the backs of the restaurants, a man sweeps the street, another collects the garbage. I walked for a while.
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    Updated 09-20-2019 at 08:33 AM by ponchi101

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