tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262854442024-03-13T07:59:21.021+02:00laura_pistruiLaura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-57701546192562199792013-09-13T18:52:00.002+03:002013-09-13T18:52:56.809+03:00Marul in vara lui 2013Uite ca am mintit si postul asta nu e despre Barcelona, ci despre personajul principal din viata noastra din ultimii ani: Marul :)
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Vara asta pitica a aflat ca apa de mare e chiar amuzanta (multumim Ralucai!),
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Ca urmare a incercat si apa de la piscina si de la munte (Sf. Ana) si a descoperit ca si aia e buna.
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A invatat ca pepenele rosu e bun oriunde ai fi si in orice conditii:
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Inca nu a invatat sa stea la pozat cand mama sau tata fac poze. O poti lua prin surprindere si atunci ai o poza de genul asta - daca ai noroc sa nu se miste prea tare:
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sau daca vede ca-i faci poza asta e o pozitie tipica:
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Daca e foarte obosita (aici dupa cateva ore de balaceala) avem sanse sa prindem si o poza in care sa se vada ochii:
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Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-31904420856529943662013-08-20T11:11:00.001+03:002013-08-20T11:11:33.286+03:00Amintiri din FlorentaCativa prieteni nostalgici ma tot intreaba de ce nu mai scriu aici... am tot gasit motive: ca nu am timp, ca nu am poze care sa merite uploadate, ca nu am nimic de spus... adevarul e ca mi-a fost lene. Atat de lene ca nu am avut chef nici macar sa fac poze pe unde am umblat si ce poze am facut, le-am facut mai mult din obisnuinta de a cara aparatul dupa mine. Si totusi... voi mai face o incercare de a scrie aici, macar pentru acei prieteni care inca mai spera ca blogul asta nu a murit de tot.<br />
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Azi am revazut si selectat cateva poze din Florenta. A trecut aproape un an de cand am fost acolo si totusi amintirile sunt inca proaspete. Adevarul e ca nu ma asteptam sa-mi placa asa mult. Nu era pe lista mea scurta de orase de vizitat si am ajuns aici din intamplare (noroc cu conferintele care au loc in astfel de orase 'vestite' - orice ca sa atraga participanti platitori).<br />
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Am plecat cu ideea preconceputa ca e un oras aglomerat (a se citi plin de turisti aiuriti), cu arta care pe mine nu ma atrage. Am avut dreptate: e un oras in care te calci pe picioare cu o gramada de alti turisti aiuriti care se uita dupa orice altceva numai pe unde merg nu, arta nu mi-a placut in mod deosebit (prefer oricand pictori impresionisti - ce cliseu!). In plus turistii aia multi trebuie sa se inghesuie pe stradute inguste ca sa se uite la cladiri si piatete, sa se inghesuie la terase mici si mereu pline de oameni galagiosi ca sa apuce sa imbuce ceva rapid, sa aiba grija la buzunare, la scutere si la biciclete si la diversi vanzatori ambulanti care abia asteapta ocazia de a te pacali (si nu, acesti vanzatori ambulanti nu-s numai romani). <br />
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Culmea e ca Florenta mi-a placut chiar daca e asa cum ma asteptam. De ce? Cum? Nu-mi explic... poate pentru ca vinul casei e mereu bun si la terasutele la care am stat oamenii erau foarte atenti cu clientii; poate pentru ca majoritatea cladirilor si piatetelor sunt ingrijite; poate pentru ca turistii (ma includ si pe mine) sunt relaxati si mai gasesti si locuri unde nu multi din ei au ajuns si unde mai apuci sa respiri; poate pentru ca oricat de multi ar fi vanzatorii ambulanti, nu-s agresivi (nici macar in piete). Cert e ca m-as mai intoarce acolo daca as mai avea ocazia, chiar daca nu a fost totul excelent. <br />
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PS: sper sa revin curand cu impresiile din Barcelona.Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-61900889675824275132012-09-03T13:43:00.003+03:002012-09-03T13:43:50.551+03:00De ce Cracovia? Dungeons and DragonsCum se ajunge la Cracovia? Cu avionul. Se poate si pe jos, dar dureaza. De ce se merge la Cracovia? Pentru ca e mai aproape decat Moscova. Si un pic mai cald. De ce am fost noi la Cracovia? Pentru ca am mai fost in Polonia si am aflat ca acolo e la fel de scump ca si aici, dar mai bine. Pentru ca a fost o perioada cand noi am fost vasalii lor, niciuna cand ei au fost vasalii nostri, asa ca e de presupus ca o parte din bunatatile noastre au ajuns la ei si niciuna d'ale lor la noi.<br />
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Cracovia este fosta capitala a regatului polonez in vremurile cand acesta era cea mai intinsa tara din Europa. Si mai este orasul in care au fost Oskar Schindler si Karol Wojtyla (sper ca asa se scriu). In momentul de fata nu mai e nici unul din ei, ci doar un oras frumos cu strazi inguste, case medievale... <br />
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turnuri ale primariei sau campanille, cum s-o fi scriind si asta: <br />
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In acest turnulet se poate urca (daca te tin curelele) si se pot face poze. Veti vedea de sus cea mai mare piata medievala din Europa. Dupa mine faptul ca e mare nu e important, faptul ca e frumoasa, este.<br />
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Cracovia este plina de biserici (aproape 120 la ultima numaratoare).<br />
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Cladire verde usor lasata in stanga, cladire rosie, perioada buna, vant de pupa si spate de biserica. Aici seara erau proiectii de desene animate... locale... din pacate nu am invatat poloneza asa repede.<br />
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Orasul cu cea mai mare piata trebuie sa aiba si cele mai mari scaune.
Asadar nu ratati! In mijlocul fostul ghetto... in piata in care au murit
mii de oameni... in locul in care este statie de autobuz... sunt
cele mai mari scaune. Un monument dedicat celor ce nu mai sunt! In dreapta este o farmacie vestita ce a ramas deschisa si care se pare a ajutat mult oamenii in vremea in care pe aici era ghetto.<br />
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A da ... v-am zis ca in Cracovia sunt peste 100 de biserici. Asta e a ... nshpea din pozele noastre:<br />
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Catedrala din Castelul Cracoviei. Un asamblu, dupa parerea mea nu foarte reusit, de stiluri arhitectonice.<br />
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Vedere din Castel. Aici (in castel) puteti vedea si dragon's layer. Mai exact nu il
puteti vedea ca nu ati dat 4 zloti. Dar cu puterea imaginatiei orice este
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Vedere din castel afara. Aici se coboara in dungeon. Unde numai cei
curajosi si cei care au 4 zloti ajung. Si acolo se vor intalni.... cu
.... banuiesc cu niste lumina electrica. Eu nu am fost . Curaj aveam,
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Mall. Si polonezii au. Plus niste iarba, si apoi totul e in nori....<br />
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A da si mai au bere. Multa. Si buna. Mai sus se poate vedea un camion.
Plin! De PIWO! (puteti folosi Google translate daca nu stiti ce
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Colaj. Sf Maria. Desi e mare, e frumoasa, e gotica, e in centru, catedrala nu e. E biserica. Mai apoi "sala de toale". Sau de unde poti cumpara un dragon pentru 30 de zloti - daca negociezi, dar cu moderatie ca nu esti in Egipt. Si jos locul unde se poate manca si bea scump.<br />
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Sub cloth hall este ceva interesant. O temnita si un muzeu. In functie de ce faci ajungi la una sau la alta.<br />
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Un cloth hall, niste cladiri. toate noaptea. E fain noaptea la Cracovia<br />
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Ce va mai recomand (sau nu) in Cracovia:<br />
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<li>Hotelul. Alexander se chema. Cel mai bun mic dejun. Il bate si pe al nevestei. Later edit... nimic in lume nu bate micul dejun al nevestei. Aia de la hotel habar n-au cum se fac niste ochiuri... nici macar gust nu aveau.</li>
<li>Berea... Neagra usor amaruie foarte aromata. Nu foarte scumpa. La House of Beer.</li>
<li>Russian Dumplings. Prietenii stiu de ce</li>
<li>Dragonul. Si pestera dragonului. Va veti simti ca ca in povestile fantasy ale lui Neil Gaiman. ... Late edit: daca il vedeti trimiteti-mi si mie o poza ca eu nu am fost curajos</li>
<li>Minele de sare Wieliszka. Ca sa nu fiu singurul care am luat teapa. Serios! mergeti la Turda, e mult mai frumos si mai spectaculos.</li>
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Poze: Laura_pistrui (aici ne-am luat adio de la obiectivul pe care l-am folosit pana acum :( )<br />
Cuvinte: Ala_negru<br />
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<br />Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-67213907765935244342012-08-14T10:46:00.000+03:002012-08-14T16:58:27.824+03:00Aventuri de vacanta cu MaraArsita din Bucuresti ne-a alungat la munte din nou. De data asta am fost toti trei, deci trasee sau poze spectaculoase nu avem. Am fost grasi si lenesi (asta zic adultii). Asa ca o las pe Mara sa va povesteasca, pentru ea fiind totul nou si spectaculos :)<br />
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La tara am 'aboganul' meu propriu unde mi-am facut de cap.
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A fost cam soare asa ca am avut nevoie de palarie.
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M-am si balacit un pic, nestiind cand mai apuc sa ma spal odata plecata pe traseu.
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Apropo de traseu... am cautat crucea galbena pe copaci si pe pietre. Pe indicator, mama a citit ca se face o ora pana la cabana, dar cred ca timpul era dat pentru uriasi pentru ca eu, cu pasii mei mici, nu am reusit.
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Mi-am facut si prieteni si ne-am cocotat pe stanci impreuna.
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Apoi m-am relaxat cu tata la piscina.
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M-am intalnit si cu ursul si mi-am cam strambat gatul incercand sa-i ajung la nas.
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Apoi am fost la 'lacul mare pe care il cheama Ana' si m-am jucat cu nisip...
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si am pescuit.
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La sfarsit de zi eram cam obosita si noroc cu tata si cu mama...
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ca ma simteam cam mica in lumea asta mare.Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-75070707792654297762012-03-05T19:17:00.001+02:002012-03-05T21:17:07.505+02:00Venetia cu si fara carnavalCu mare intarziere apuc sa pun si impresii din Italia, o tara pe care nu imi doream in mod deosebit sa o vizitez, dar s-a intamplat sa am ocazia sa petrec acolo destul de mult timp. Azi: Venetia.<br />
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Nu credeam ca Venetia imi va placea atat de mult. Vazusem poze, dar pozele nu arata nici pe departe frumusetea orasului. Imi imaginam un oras lacustru, plin de umezeala si mucegai, plin de alge si miros de apa imputita si mai ales plin de tantari. Ca urmare a acestor idei am ales sa mergem iarna... macar de tantari sa scapam. In plus, pentru ca nu e sezon, preturile sunt mai putin piperate si aglomeratia e mai putina. N-am ales rau :)<br />
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Venetia e frumoasa si... intortocheata. Aleile mici si intunecate se termina brusc in canale peste care nu ai pod, sau cotesc in directii in care nu te astepti si curand te trezesti ca mergi in alta directie decat cea in care planuiai.<br />
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</div>Poduri si podete mai mici sau mai mari sunt acolo unde nu te astepti, dar unele se termina brusc cu o usa de intrare intr-o casa. <br />
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Te poti ghida dupa vestitele rufe intinse la uscat peste tot care dau o culoare aparte locului <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Pana la urma casele vechi si pline de mucegai au farmecul lor... si cand alaturi o osterie cu fructe de mare bine gatite si un vin parfumat, parca nu iti mai vine sa pleci. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Mi-au placut mult si insulele: Murano cu sticlarii pe care i-am admirat cu cata maiestrie pot modela sticla colorata, Burano cu casele colorate si linistite,<br />
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Torcello cu vechea catedrala inconjurata de pisici :) <br />
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Dar cel mai mult mi-au placut detaliile:<br />
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si mai ales reflexiile:<br />
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Am revenit apoi in timpul carnavalului... lume multa, cu sau fara costume mai mult sau mai putin colorate... o gramada de gura casca gata sa fotografieze fiecare pana pusa la palarie... <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Totusi parca Venetia e mai frumoasa fara inghesuiala. </div>Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-37734662069322997372011-09-15T16:46:00.001+03:002011-09-15T23:04:39.235+03:00Reintoarcere la Retezat<div style="text-align: justify;">Dupa multa vreme incarcata de... sonoritate, ne-am luat inima in dinti, Revulsin-ul si fasa elastica dupa noi si ne-am pornit si noi la munte. Si unde puteam sa mergem decat in pasnicul Retezat. Nu are saritori, lanturi, are cabane cu suc natural de mere si lacuri frumoase, ideale pentru niste incheieturi ruginite.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Am carat si cortul ca poate na, ne apuca statul in natura. Ne-am uitat la noi, ne-am gandit la varsta noastra, la incheieturile noastre si ne-am razgandit si am poposit la frumoasa cabana Pietrele.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">De aici in prima zi ne-am luat minimul necesar, am mai lasat acasa ceva ca era prea greu si am pornit catre varful ce poate candva a fost complet, dar acum e Retezat. Pe creasta Lolaia. Prin afine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Si dupa o perioada de urcus pe carare categoria B+ sistem Fenhel am ajuns in locul minunat din care se vede:</div><br />
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Am ajuns sus, de unde am putut admira panorama de pe varful care poate candva nu a fost Retezat. Dar inca era. Si de acolo se vedeau alte varfuri, aproape toate de pe creasta nordica.<br />
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Unele mai aproape, altele mai departe, depinde de zoom.<br />
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A doua zi am vrut sa mergem pe Valea Buna, dar care din cauza evenimentelor imemorabile acum e Valea Rea. Si am pornit pe vreme buna. Care s-a facut Rea.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vreme buna pe Valea Rea</td></tr>
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Cand inca se vedea cerul albastru 7800K sistem vizual tricromatic adaptare von Kries functionala, s-a petrecut un fenomen meteorologic deosebit de interesant care a necesitat atentia noastra maxima. Da, dupa ce a aparut ceata s-a facut in mod surprinzator mai frig, mai racoare, deci mai rece si a trebuit sa fim mai atenti pe unde mergem si ce vedem. Ca sa vedeti ca nu mintim va aratam si voua ce se vedea:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peleaga buna oglindita in Taul mare de pe Valea Rea</td></tr>
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Pietre magnezit cu ardezie 20%, reflexie difuza cu mixturi speculare in lumina de banda larga, media 486 nanometri, varianta 38 nm. Aparat profesional, mana in polar Polartec, usor nesigura, vant dreapta.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pietre si Fum bun pe Valea Rea </td></tr>
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Dupa toate aceste aventuri memorabile dati-mi voie sa va spun ca s-a pus ploaia. Moment in care noi ne-am spalat. Pe fata. Apoi ne-am uscat nadragii care se udasera. Si am plecat acasa multumiti ca mai avem toate incheieturile la locul lor. Si cortul.<br />
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poze... LauraLaura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-9338647448871209222011-03-25T15:12:00.000+02:002011-03-25T15:12:34.881+02:00Tot Mara... (stiu ca ma repet)Inca niste poze pentru rudele/prietenii de departe:<br />
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Poze: <a href="http://www.fotobebelusi.ro/">www.fotobebelusi.ro</a>Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-13225015044205120512011-03-07T11:58:00.000+02:002011-03-07T11:58:24.379+02:00Mara la botezLa inceput, cand inca nu stia ce o asteapta, se bucura de atentia venita din toate partile:<br />
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In timpul slujbei s-a jucat cu jucaria de pe lumanare :) De unde concluzia ca e o idee buna sa iei lumanare cu jucarie, ca tii copilul ocupat.<br />
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Dupa ce a fost bagata brutal cu capul in apa, s-a suparat si si-a bagat degetul in gura:<br />
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Asta deja e prea mult: ma bagati cu capul in apa si apoi mai aveti pretentia sa ma si imbracati!<br />
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Noroc cu degetelul...<br />
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Si o poza cu mascota:<br />
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Poze: Mihaela Popescu (multumim!)Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-49958174540553664152011-01-19T12:15:00.000+02:002011-01-19T12:15:21.887+02:00Tot Mara<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh12Fq7kV25IWbLxOusOa-yYZYtjTyGKjs11RVbUiXyly4Sb-yhpKKJSfqKUEjGsctHqn1CO2rKuWT4CxzurdZysYmy3jgZh2tcqadxeRPTAMm0Gr79vlRS-wPC9txwEgao7sRixA/s1600/IMG_7232_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh12Fq7kV25IWbLxOusOa-yYZYtjTyGKjs11RVbUiXyly4Sb-yhpKKJSfqKUEjGsctHqn1CO2rKuWT4CxzurdZysYmy3jgZh2tcqadxeRPTAMm0Gr79vlRS-wPC9txwEgao7sRixA/s320/IMG_7232_m.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />
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Asadar m-am sculat de dimineata, foarte de dimineata, am iesit in strada numai bine sa vad cum pleca un autobuz si cum se fugareau doua haite de caini in locul ramas liber. In atare situatie m-am gandit ca e mai cuminte sa incerc sa ajung la gara cu un mijloc mecanizat si adormit, decat intr-o forma fizica de exceptie si cu doua haite de caini pe urme. Am trezit un taximetrist, am ajuns la gara, am luat bilet.<br />
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Prima surpriza. Probabil aceeasi caini care imi doreau cu inversunare bucati de pantaloni la micul dejun (si e de rau ca purtam bermude) nu l-au lasat sa adoarma pe un amic decat cam cand ieseam eu din casa. Asa ca m-am trezit singur in tren.<br />
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Nu am fost singur pentru multa vreme. Am fost inconjurat rapid de trei persoane foarte simpatice care mergeau un weekend la munte sa mai ia niste aer curat. De la Padina, ca sa fiu mai precis. Treningut subtirel de vara, adidasi cu ceva rizuri si talpa de 0.8 cm, rucsacel simpatic, punguta cu mancare, gentuta frigorifica, pregatite cu adevarat pentru o expeditie montana. Dupa ce am discutat un picut despre geologia Bucegilor si sinclinalul care, conform lui Danut Calin, este cel mai pronuntat din tara, am ajuns la concluzia ca aceste informatii geologice pot fi mai bine urmarite din telecabina decat de pe Jepii Mici sau Mari (variantele avute in vedere initial), unde probabil ca straturile geo-morfologice nu sunt atat de evidente. Ceea ce era cel mai interesant in inventarul acestor colegi de calatorie era o lista de sfaturi de tipul "How to", "Not to" and "I wish I had a genie" obtinuta de la cineva care urmase o scola de ghizi, din cate am inteles. Ca sa imi explic intresul pentru obiectul mentionat, da-ti-mi voie sa citez cateva dintre ele:<br />
- "A nu se dormi la Bucura. E frig. Mai bine la Poiana Pelegii." Acesta, va garantez eu, este un sfat foarte util pentru cei ce merg in Bucegi.<br />
-"A nu se cara mai mult de 1/2 kile de ulei dupa tine". De asemenea foarte important. A fost studiat statistic si pentru o tura de doua zile, cantitatea de ulei necesara pentru deblocarea briceagului Victor Inox, pentru calmarea arsurilor provocate de clima in permanenta incalzire sau de ceaiul prea fierbinte si cantitatea de ulei necesara pentru lubriefierea cablurilor ruginite intinse de niste ciudati pe tot felul de stanci nu are cum sa depaseasca 500 mililitri. Mai mult de atat, daca mergeti in zonele nordice se poate scadea la 450. Sunt mai putine cabluri.<br />
- "Un om pe munte consuma cam 3500 de calorii pe zi. Tinand cont de aceasta cifra este foarte usor sa va calculati necesarul de mancare". Nu? Pai va spun eu : prin arderea unui litru de bezina cu cifra octanica 98 faceti rost cam de 3427. Pentru restul luati Tic-Tac.<br />
Chiar nu intentionez sa rad de colegii din tren. Problema mea e cu lista aia. Eu zic ca ar fi fost mai util sa contina chestii de genul: "Bocanci!" sau "Adidasi doar de rezerva la cabana","Fara pungi", "Locul gentiii frigorifice e la Hipermarket intre carbuni de mici si pompele de saltea". In sfarsit, e o lume imperfecta si concurenta intre noi!! Unii zic chiar ca se aplica legea junglei!<br />
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In ceea ce ma priveste, eu m-am dus sa ma prezint amicilor amicului, amici din Floare de Colt, care dupa ce s-au uitat la un ciudat care vine sa zica ca e amicul nu stiu cui si ca tre sa il ia cu ei, au hotarat sa se riste si sa ma ia cu ei. Dupa ce am trecut interviul (am transpirat mai rau la faza aia decat atunci cand m-am angajat) a venit si recomandarea prin telefon si totul a fost bine.<br />
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Ne-am dat jos in Sinaia, am mers pe langa castelul Peles, am vazut cum contribuie buticarii locali la mentirea in forma a naturii, am urcat la 1400, unde era lume mai ceva ca la Artmania. De acolo pe drumul de iarna catre 2000. Pe drum dam peste un nene, care intindea banda rosie, d'aia de care vezi prin filme la scena mortii, cu care inconjura partia de ski. Sa opreasca ATVistii, in speranta ca copii nostri vor merge si ei la cota 2000 nu la Groapa de sub Peles. Eu cred ca era mai util daca desena si un cadavru pe pamant si scria CSI Sinaia. Poate asa pricep si australopitecii aia cu ATV pe unde au voie si pe unde nu. Ma rog... Civilizatia.<br />
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Pe masura ce urcam, populatia se imputina pana a ajuns ca la un miting pentru sustinerea Laurei Andresan pentru presedentie. Pe drumul de la Varful cu Dor spre Lacurile de la Vanturis nu am intalnit decat un cioban, un turist pe care l-am luat drept cioban, vreo 300 de oi ale ciobanului, alte 100 de oi, tot ale ciobanului, un caine, si asta al ciobanului si cam atat. De la Lacuri nu am mai vazut pe nimeni pana jos. A urmat o trecere printr-un set convex de hatisuri (convex pentru ca era indrepat catre exterior, dovada e pe mainile si picioarele mele), o traversare de vale de torent, o coborare in stil Floare de Colt (pe un tapsan in-ierbat, cam vertical de felul lui, printr-un lan de urzici, prin padure de-a dreptul) ... Superb! Chiar mi-a placut la nebunie.<br />
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Coborarea s-a finalizat la cascada Izvorasu. Superba! Magnific! Un suvoi cristalin ce se prabuseste in gol in mijlocul unei paduri seculare! Accesul se face pe un drum forestier ... de fapt un fost drum forestier... si nu prea e acces. E mai curand un trial de la Survivor! Impanat cu urme de urs.<br />
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Drumul care nu e drum iese in Drumul Codrului. Acolo dam peste un grup potential de 4 persoane: un domn de varsta mijlocie spre etate, la bustul gol (si arata chiar bine), o doamna respectabila de o varsta similara, o doamna mai tanara cu un carut roz si o potentiala fetita in carutul roz. Sper ca nu era baietel. Care nu aveau la vedere nici un fel de geanta, masina, rucsac, cort sau pendular BlecAnDecher. Poate era o mitraliera in carut. Poate am vazut prea multe filme cu mafioti italieni. Si ce faceau acesti domni in mijlocul padurii? Frigeau sase mici in fata semnului "Atentie trec ursi!". Probabil ca initial au avut doua caserole de mici si pe acolo chiar trec ursi. Sau poate ca chiar aveau o mitraliera in carut si micii erau doar acoperirea pentru sefii unei retele de braconaj de ursi.... Parca prima varianta e mai plauzibila. Parca....<br />
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In sfarsit am ajuns in gara in Sinaia, nu mi-am dezamagit noile cunostinte care au avut curaj sa ma ia pe munte si am cunoscut o gradamada de oamani interesanti. Mi-am cam parlit pielea, dar a meritat. Macar acum stiu ce trebuie sa imi bag in rucsac cand mai merg la munte.<br />
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Text: Ala_negru (temporar usor rosu, sper ca in curand usor maroniu)<br />
Poze: Cand se rezolva cu problemele tehnice la pozanc. Oricum eu n-am talent.Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-1424939667517784072010-07-18T18:02:00.001+03:002010-07-19T10:34:32.617+03:00Veliko Tarnovo - amintiri din evul intunecat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
In vara asta ne-am gandit sa scapam de caldura refugiindu-ne in sud. Iar dupa cate stie oricine la sud de noi e Bulgaria. Tara castravetilor si a trandafirilor. Iar acolo au hoteluri cu aer conditionat si cu mai putina caldura. Daca ii sa vizitezi Bulgaria te poti duce la mare la all inclusive (adica toti romanii sunt inclusi), la Sofia, la cumparaturi, la greci la cumparaturi, la turci la cumparaturi sau la Veliko Tarnovo.<br />
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Ce ai de vazut la Veliko Tarnovo? Capitala celui de al doilea imperiu bulgar. Meandrele raului Yantra, cele trei dealuri istorice, case in panta si vreo cinj de mii de pisici, cinci sesimi rapciugoase. Stai un pic. Bulgarii au imperiu? Nu, dar au avut. Trei? Nu, doar doua. A OK! Putem sa recuperam pana la pauza. Cine a condus Imperiile? Pe primul niste bulgarii, pe al doilea Petru, Asan, Caloian, niste cumani ce mai. Au fost imperiile astea importante? Da ce te crezi la un concurs de cultura generala? Informatia costa.<br />
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Aceasta fiind introducerea sa trecem la faptele propriu-zise. Pe 17 Iulie, 1393, armatele otomane, dupa un asediu consistent de trei luni, in care au castigat in fata bulgarilor cam tot ce se putea (la fotbal, popice, canotaj, leapsa) au hotarat sa intre in castelul-cetatuie-oras sa isi recupereze datoriile. Pe unde au intrat? Pe poarta principala (centrul pozei - "Podul de piatra s-a ... pastrat") pe podul ce unea Trapezita cu restul orasului. Cum au intrat? Pai considerand latimea drumului de 264 pixeli in medie si dat fiind ca un om normal ocupa 41 de pixeli iar un otoman cu salvari - 42, rezulta ca in randuri de cate 6 si o data la 71 de randuri cate 5. Incotro s-au intreptat? O parte catre partea de sus a pozei unde se afla catedrala mitopolitului, iar o parte in stanga, la fundul Leului unde se afla palatului tarului.<br />
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De ce au intrat in cetate? Nu e evident? Venea furtuna dinspre oras. Detalii in poza "Vechi si nou sub amenintarea vremii".<br />
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Iar mai apoi am vazut orasul vechi, pe culmea ce leaga Trapezita de orasul nou, care a fost un centru de Renastere bulgara, in secolul nouaspe cand otomanii se transformasera in turci si se luptau cu rusii care peste cativa ani se vor transforma in sovietici. Ce treaba au astia cu postul de fata? Un bun scriitor introduce toate personajele la primele poze. Vom utiliza un grup de sovietici putin mai tarziu.<br />
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Am tot mentionat sovieticii in postul asta. Ce treaba au ei? Vedeti poza de mai jos? Pentru a intelege in profunzime treaba imaginati-va o poza de aceleasi dimensiuni, dar complet neagra. Asa ca rusii incep sa aiba valoare. Si rublele lor ca au platit pentru spectacolul de lumini in care cetatea, capitala al celui de al doilea imperiu bulgar, care a fost cucerit de otomani la 1393, este luminata feeric de catre o firma bulgareasca<br />
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Odata ce rusii au plecat, orasul bulgaresc a devenit neinteresant. Asa ca ne-am carat si noi. Si ne-am dus unde? La biserica, sub deal (vezi poza de mai jos). Sincer nu mai stiu cum se cheama biserica, ce hram are, daca se platea intrare si daca banii pe care ii plateai meritau. Tot ce imi aduc aminte este ca am fost acolo si... sa trecem la poza urmatoare<br />
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Ultimul lucru pe care un bun crestin bucurestean trebuie sa il vada cand merge la Veliko Tarnovo, capitala celui de al doilea imperiu Bulgar, cucerita la 17 iulie 1393 de catre poporul navalitor si atacator otoman, este valea lui Rusenski Lom, aflata dupa cum ii spune si numele langa orasul Ruse. O vale de 50 de metri cu pereti calcarosi, verticali, plina de amintiri din marile preistorice (Oceanul Tethis) sau din evul mediu. Zeci de biserici, chilii, manastiri, lilieci si libelule populeaza peretii. Un exemplu elocvent al categoriilor mentionate este biserica de mai jos care ar trebui sa patreze moastele Sfantului pastrat la mitropolia bucuresteana. Locatie Basarbovo, locul unde e mai racoare decat in rest.<br />
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In incheiere as dori sa le multumesc celor 6 pisici care au pozat pentru acest post, precum si miilor de tantari care au facut figuratie, picolitei de la cofetaria din centru pentru mirarea sincera cand i-am lasat bacsis si lui Vladimir Ilici Lenin ca a contribuit la istoria Rusiei si indirect la luminarea cetatii din Veliko Tarnovo cand ne aflam si noi acolo.<br />
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poze: LauraLaura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-37103418428563540072010-02-15T15:01:00.000+02:002010-02-15T15:01:05.234+02:00Cu el de Valentine's Day :)"Bine ai venit, prietene, la munte!"<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Asa ne-a primit Craiul la mijloc de februarie.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiYoa8TRwy5M_WiP69wB0N0RRhOGBQ_thGCQez9HlwRyOhmzP0_jFtTpiw5f5yVTRPPKEzJYoCNZ7FdOSv2tImJ__FCpcEoq8ylHoTKQ0xXf0IPbMY3JqC6vrfuaKl1gRmv5pXQ/s1600-h/IMG_5899m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiYoa8TRwy5M_WiP69wB0N0RRhOGBQ_thGCQez9HlwRyOhmzP0_jFtTpiw5f5yVTRPPKEzJYoCNZ7FdOSv2tImJ__FCpcEoq8ylHoTKQ0xXf0IPbMY3JqC6vrfuaKl1gRmv5pXQ/s320/IMG_5899m.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">De departe Bucegii ne vegheau in lumina asfintitului.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbcX1hzCxGTDoLpABqnhX39DFb631MeoUAGPWj94eCITbOCUch-CCk52pQuFRj6nTiU1sw03WznBHoP-2nzfwNQ08zHtHpVkwJklFu6TRucci8LrwDyy-LTc5OVs7LWW8fSjUOw/s1600-h/IMG_5900m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbcX1hzCxGTDoLpABqnhX39DFb631MeoUAGPWj94eCITbOCUch-CCk52pQuFRj6nTiU1sw03WznBHoP-2nzfwNQ08zHtHpVkwJklFu6TRucci8LrwDyy-LTc5OVs7LWW8fSjUOw/s320/IMG_5900m.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ne-a rasfatat cu multa zapada, pentru ca stie cat de mult imi place.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjczDjj9UzzWHL0iYFaoD1WM1P39X4owcvC4mLBWS_tWfpogkYNtd_FmhQ4IpFrRCB-rCDYEz9YpJN1qJUoY2V_nhQiroDTPqawvmSIdsHAyOGdbTWQM3WwWgEGrBX6LksPu0f26g/s1600-h/IMG_5947m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjczDjj9UzzWHL0iYFaoD1WM1P39X4owcvC4mLBWS_tWfpogkYNtd_FmhQ4IpFrRCB-rCDYEz9YpJN1qJUoY2V_nhQiroDTPqawvmSIdsHAyOGdbTWQM3WwWgEGrBX6LksPu0f26g/s320/IMG_5947m.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Si la plecare a pus vantul sa ne opreasca, sa mai petrecem o clipa in plus impreuna.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KJv3dJDMjJfUv1yuebxQAn71vC3OJ6cy4j9Cc4qXkOd6tuav48WCILQFqvLDi_omr9Ul1PdvOCwgdIrk31UdzRR3Pt_fl9Ea9HfEbx-jyE92C8tQAWNkw8Wh33hXsMFOjf2JkQ/s1600-h/IMG_6055msh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KJv3dJDMjJfUv1yuebxQAn71vC3OJ6cy4j9Cc4qXkOd6tuav48WCILQFqvLDi_omr9Ul1PdvOCwgdIrk31UdzRR3Pt_fl9Ea9HfEbx-jyE92C8tQAWNkw8Wh33hXsMFOjf2JkQ/s320/IMG_6055msh.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Pe curand, Craiul meu!Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-54015385077885510292010-02-03T10:51:00.000+02:002010-02-03T10:51:26.855+02:00Rozul e supraapreciatdar uneori avem nevoie de un pic de culoare sa ne lumineze viata :)<br />
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</div><ol><li>Discutie unde mergem de revelion. Dupa ce am vehiculat varianta in Bucuresti si am intrezarit posibilitatea unui 1 ianuarie in care de la ora 10 pana la ora 20 spalam vase, am hotarat sa ne agitam si in concomitenta cu anuntul de pe Alpinet am hotarat sa mergem la cabana Barcaciu. </li>
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<li> Cu masina prin Bucuresti. Era un tzar de polei asa ca a durat ceva si merita mentionat.<br />
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<li> Cu masina pe drumurile patriei. Etapa intermediara: cu masina prin gropile patriei. Pe viitor: cu masina la vulcanizare.<br />
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<li>Cu masina pe drumul dintre Avrig si Poiana Neamtului. Timp intermediar din pat pana in parcare la Poaiana Neamtului 5h30.<br />
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<li> Pe jos din parcare pana la bar, in Poiana Neamtului. Timp intermediar 1h.<br />
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<li> Pe jos, pe picioare, in patru labe sau 2 picioare plus 2 bete pana la Cabana Barcaciu. Timp : ceva mai mult decat scrie pe marcajul indicator. Drumul incepe cu un parcurs pe gheata si continua cu flescaraie pana sus. Pe ici colo ceva namol.<br />
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<li>Dormit la cabana. In afara de sforaitul unui coleg si vechi prieten care a tinut departe de cabana orice animal salbatic, nimic spectaculos.<br />
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<li>Urcat cu mainile in buzunar tri-sute de metri in sus. Dat de gheata. Coltarii i-am carat pana la cabana ca sa fac muschi. Intors la cabana.<br />
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<li>Revelion la Barcaciu. Cum acest blog este despre fotografie si demonologie si SF-uri, nu ne vom ocupa cu postari despre masa de revelion sau filozofia carnatului la cant-ul dintre ani. Vom spune ca a fost cum ne asteptam, adica in nota obisnuita a revelionului la Barcaciu. Cunoscatorii stiu cum. Clar nu?<br />
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<li>Dormit la cabana. Din nou nimic deosebit in afara de sforaitul mentionat care a dat puricii afara in ploaie.<br />
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<li>Trezit, afara ploaie. De la sforait se rarise pana si asta. Apoi jucat carti, Citadels, mancat, motait pe scaun.<br />
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<li>Subsemnatul cazut la datorie "cu picioarele drept in sus". Eu as fi spus "fleasc in balta", dar eram preocupat cu propriul echilibru, asa ca am lasat aprecierile artistice la latitudinea lui Nea Petre, cabanierul.<br />
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<li>Facut plimbare pentru digestie, intors, dormit, ascultat sforait, trezit, sforait, dormit din nou, trezit si mers la... stiti voi unde.<br />
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<li>Coborat, zapada, flescaraie, noroi, un schelet de vaca/cerb/cal mancat recent de urs/lupi/criza.<br />
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<li>Intors la Bucuresti cu opriri in Sibiu la restaurant si dupa Dealul Negru la gropi. Vezi punctul 2 citit invers pentru detalii. Adica ".loman avec oloc ici eP. sus anap eiaracself uc aunitnoc ..."<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Poza asta pur si simplu imi place. Ma impinge in butoiul cu melancolie.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Nu-i asa ca am pus postul corespunzator noptii tuturor sfintilor de anul nou? Nu-i nimic la toamna voi vorbi despre bradul de Craciun, sarmale si un vin fiert.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Imagini crepusculare: Canon. In spatele camerei butona Laura.<br />
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</div>Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-46075116085397831872010-01-04T10:35:00.003+02:002010-01-27T09:06:29.949+02:00Un 2010 plin de liniste, lumina si culoare...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-87741534559371111482009-12-16T19:34:00.000+02:002010-01-27T09:06:29.957+02:00Frozen - special request :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDzCkJsEKqZ7GZN9CnyB6gWiLesyysx-lHbXI3E1vmSSROeCFLq-aWIv0Cr8AaQdV8WCcsOmYlISIJ2vC5mRY7o4pM4lrrj-JzZITGaa80H-serVQ_165_uLRbWNxOYunUMI5AZg/s1600-h/IMG_4688m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDzCkJsEKqZ7GZN9CnyB6gWiLesyysx-lHbXI3E1vmSSROeCFLq-aWIv0Cr8AaQdV8WCcsOmYlISIJ2vC5mRY7o4pM4lrrj-JzZITGaa80H-serVQ_165_uLRbWNxOYunUMI5AZg/s320/IMG_4688m.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div>Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-64588465215418058622009-12-12T20:00:00.247+02:002010-01-27T09:06:29.965+02:00Un Decembrie (2009) prin Retezat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> Ce poate face cineva, care este un bun roman (adica mancator de ciocolata cu rom) de ziua nationala a tuturor romanilor? Sa o sarbatoreasca cum se cuvine. Cum adica? Conform traditiei istorice. Pentru a explica pe intelesul tuturor notiunile prezentate in introducere, este mai bine sa ne aducem aminte de semnificatia istorica a zilei de 1 decembrie.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> Dupa ce la mijlocul secolului al nouashpelea, inotatorii munteni si cu cei moldoveni s-au intalnit si au discutat problema liniei vamale care impiedica, alaturi de lipsa de apa, inotul liber prin fluviul Milcov, intalnire soldata cu unirea celor doua principate aflate sub dominatie otomana, si dupa ce mai tarziu au facut incredibila prostie de a iesi din imperiul otoman, imperiu in care se puteau vizita, fara mari costuri, masive muntoase precum Rodopii, Rila si Pirin din Bulgaria sau Muntii Pontici din Anatolia, a venit momentul sa mai repare din greselile trecutului. Va dati seama ce dificil era pentru alpinistii munteni sa faca creasta Fagarasului mergand doar pe partea Sudica, fara sa apuce sa vada frumoasele lacuri din caldarile nordice? Sau pentru montaniarzii ardeleni sa urce pe Peleaga strecurandu-se prin Coltii Pelegii si fara a putea vedea Lacul Bucura decat in poze? Aceasta situatie devenise insuportabila, asa ca montaniarzii din toate colturile Romaniei s-au vorbit si la 1 decembrie 1918 s-au intalnit in campie (ca sa nu dea de gandit servicilor de informatii straine) si au hotarat sa uneasca cele doua tari, pentru a putea deschide in sfarsit traseul de creasta din Carpatii Meridionali. Chestia evident s-a terminat cu o betie inecata in mici si bere sarbatorita de oamenii muncii care pot astfel sa traga chiulul.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Si unde puteam noi sarbatori mai bine acest lucru decat pe Creasta Carpatilor Meridionali, mai precis in masivul Retezat?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Intr-un sfarsit de toamna mohorat in care umbrele iernii pareau dintr-un viitor vestejit si cutremurat de premonitii ale zapezii, trei turisti rataciti se urca in trenul rapid la un vagon cuseta. Dupa un somn semnificativ din punct de vedere temporal, cei trei turisti ajung in masivul mult dorit. In drum, daca nu era intuneric ar fi putut vedea Caransebesul, Sarmisegetuza Ulpia Traiana si dinozaurii pitici din zona Hategului. Dar a fost intuneric.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Constatand ca am batut destul campii in introducere, sa trecem la prezentarea faptelor, insistand asupra modalitatilor de sarbatorire a zilei de 1 decembrie.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Masivul Retezat este cunoscut pentru multe lucruri. Unul dintre ele este ca acolo se pot face poze cu aspecte ale vietii din natura. De pilda, de la Carnic, care este principalul punct de intrare in masiv dinspre nord, in drum spre Gentiana, care este principalul loc de cazare in zona de altitudine 1670-1675m se poate vedea cursul vaii Pietrelor izbindu-se ... putina rabdare, fiti un pic atenti ce naiba... de pietre. Un asemenea peisaj, in prag de iarna se poate vedea in poza de mai jos. Nuanta de verde este naturala, obtinuta din clorofila utilizata in fotosinteza de muschiul Retezatului sau de molidul ce creste in acelasi masiv.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Daca se roteste camera, pietre raman intacte si se vor imprima in fotografia digitala in felul urmator:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Acu, mai serios un pic, verdele in prag de decembrie iti da fiori. Poate fi intalnit doar in zona de mijloc, in padurea de conifere. Mai jos, in zona de foioase sau in cea de deal-podis, te loveste un gri-maroniu lipsit total de crominanta, iar in zona alpina albul arde toate culorile calde. "Poza fara nume din lipsa de inspiratie" vom intitula imaginea de mai sus.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Sa revenim la pseudo-jurnalul de tura. Ajunsi la cabana, loc de innoptat, bivuac, somn, cei trei turisti, care intre timp se facusera patru au ... adormit. Apoi s-au trezit, apoi au adormit la loc. Aici ar fi momentul sa va povestesc ce se aude din dormitorul de deasupra salii de mese cand jos e o gasca, care nu e a ta si care contine douaj de membri si vreo 20 de kile de alcool; ca si detaliu voi spune ca membri gastii stiu ceva Cargo. Dar eu cred ca nu e momentul, pentru ca nu pot exemplifica concludent. Dormeam nu de alta. <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Odata treziti am pornit pornit la drum spre Creasta principala a Retezatului. Adica spre sud. Adica pe valea Pietrele. Adica pe poteca marcata cu dunga albastra.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Fiindca nu este frumos ca in prima zi sa te repezi ca orbul inainte, mai ales daca e spre sud, am cotit la dreapta si am urcat pe culmea Stanisoara. De acolo daca te intorci la 162 de grade poti sarbatori Ziua de 1 decembrie, iar, la 163, poti vedea si fotografia, daca ai cu ce, culmea Pietrele. Si vreo niste jnepeni. Jnepenii totdeauna sunt in numar de "niste".<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">La 170 de grade ai o perspectiva un tzar mai larga, cu mai multi jnepeni, varful Peleaga, care de altfel este si campionul local. Varful Papusa cu 1 metru mai putin a ratat la mustata finalul. Lacul de jos, cunoscut vara sub numele de Pietrele este de fapt un miraj de iarna, iar acolo fiind de fapt un restaurant cu specific libanez si patron indian.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Autorul necunoscut al textelor din ultima perioada este demascat. In poza de mai sus, numai la laura-pistrui.blogspot.com, un prim plan cu Ala_negru. Puteti cauta imaginea pe Googal sub numele "Ala Negru demascat" sau "Un Potecuta"<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Desi ziua era in jur de 1 decembrie si cel mai inalt varf din masiv este Peleaga, in aceasta poza (un pic mai jos va rog) se poate vedea varful Retezat. Cu un zum bine plasat se poate vedea de ce varful se cheama Retezat. In stanga, la limita pantei se poate vedea urcarea in Saua de Vara a Retezatului, sa in care se poate urca vara printr-un horn, iar iarna prin zapada.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">In poza de mai jos, pe langa faptul ca doream sa ne uitam inapoi catre faptele stramosilor nostri care au permis infaptuirea zilei de 1 decembrie, mai dorim sa demonstram ca la munte e bine sa lasi in urma doar urmele pasilor tai, niste paine (pentru detalii vezi Hansel si Gretel de Fratii Grimm) si o vedere cu Culmea Stanisoara, Peleaga, Papusa si Varful Mare in dreapta departe.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Pasi in zapada" e numele pozei si o puteti cumpara on-line dand doar un singur clic si contul vostru in euro.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Iata dovada. In dreapta nu este patinoarul din Dubai, ci lacul Bucura inghetat, iar in stanga nu sunt campurile petroliere din Golful Persic, ci Creasta Judelui. "Cu adevarat Bucura" este numele pozei si asa va fi pana la noi ordine.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Timpul trece, noi coboram spre sala de mese, caldura vine, zapada se duce, apa curge, doar pietrele raman. Si gandurile noastre odata cu ele. Nu e foarte logic de ce zapada mai e doar in apa, dar asa era. Si gandurile noastre la fel. "Zapada in apa pe 30 noiembrie" este numele pozei. Autor este Laura Florea iar muntele din spate e Bucura 2. Bucura 1 e si el pe acolo mai la stanga si in spate.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cum se poate incheia o tura in Retezat, decat cu coborarea din masiv. Cu "apa care curge printre pietre si amintiri".<br />
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Poze: LauraLaura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-10931345511633647692009-11-22T12:49:00.004+02:002010-01-27T09:06:29.973+02:00Pe partea ailalta (aka in Baiului)<div style="text-align: justify;">In aceste pagini (de fapt monitoare CRT sau LCD, in functie de buget) voi incerca sa rezum o frumoasa zi de toamna petrecuta pe meleagurile dulcei (ca doar are un continut ridicat de zaharuri) Romanii.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Asadar ne-am sculat de dimineata, determinati. Pana am ajuns la bucatarie determinarea se dusese si aparuse o usoara stare de somnolenta. De vina era ora, as fi zis matinala, dar era noapte de-a dreptul. Dupa o perioada in care determinarea s-a luptat cu somnolenta am ajuns la gara, ne-am urcat in tren si in sfarsit, in cazul meu, somnolenta a invins determinarea.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ne-am dat jos in Azuga si din nou determinarea scoate botul pe geam. Ar fi fost greu sa fi fost somnolenta in conditiile in care trebuia identificat drumul intr-un oras misterios, in pragul diminetii. De fapt era cam spre pranz, ca intarziase trenul. Detalii.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Sa incheiem. Dupa ce ne-am reimprospatat fortele (scris de unii Fortza parca am fi in Star Wars), am trecut pe sub Baiutul, am coborat pe culmea Zamora, am trecut pe langa cantonul silvic Zamora, canton unde se innopteaza in conditii de bivuac si apa calda, am continuat pe drumul forestier si am ajuns in civilizatie. In Poiana Tapului sau Busteni, nu mi-e foarte clar. Plus ca cei din vale s-au uitat la noi ca la urs (later edit, d'astia au mai vazut, ca la o pereche de canguri cu babetica) cand am intrebat unde suntem; totusi au fost draguti si ne-au spus cum se ajunge la gara.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Mai departe povestea e cu final imprevizibil. In gara am luat trenul, am motait pe acolo ("era caldut si cam putea") si am ajuns acasa unde era caldut si nu prea putea. Pana ne-am dat jos bocancii. Gata. Ma duc sa deschid geamul.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Odata ce pasii netrebnici te-au purtat prin muntii de pe meleaguri straine, vizitarea mandriei nationale in domeniul montano - ecologic se transforma subtil dintr-un gand stingher intr-o dorinta. Ce spun eu aici? Dorinta arde, mistuieste pana devine o necesitate. Stateam in Bucuresti si suspinam in fata focului din camin gandindu-ne cat de frumos, magnific, splendid trebuie sa fie sus la munte, la noi in Fagaras. Crestele marete care se oglindesc in mandria constructiilor romanesti, in oglinda misteriosului lac Vidraru, despre al carui baraj cineva spunea ca e mai impozant decat barajul Hoover. V-am convins? Uite un alt argument: in Fagaras oile in timp ce pasc recita Miorita. Nici acum? Asta e.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Fiindca nu stiu ce se vede in prima poza, si incerc sa aman momentul in care trebuie sa imi dau cu presupusul, sa va povestesc ceva de pe drum. Deci eram noi in masina si faceam huta-huta in spatele unei alte masini pe un drum, pe langa lacul Vidraru. Si la un moment dat masina din fata stop frana. In fata ei alta masina cu stop frana. Unii ar fi injurat. Eu nu, ca sunt om civilizat. Eu m-am intrebat de ce. Si de ce mai erau alte doua masini oprite pe contra-sens. Si ma intrebam eu asa metafizic, cand privirea mi-a fost atrasa irevocabil de chestia din partea dreapta a drumului. Chestia era maricica (cam 100kg), cafenie si avea o chestie mai mica maronie dupa ea. Masinile din fata se oprisera la poze. Dintr-un geam deschis, la cativa metri (cam 3) iesi un copil cu aparatul de fotografiat intins curajos catre chestiile maro. Nu m-am putut opri sa ma gandesc ce viitor luminos va avea copilita aia: la genisti, reporter de razboi sau revolutionar; viitor maret; nu sunt convins ca foarte indelungat, dar asta e, nu le poti avea pe toate. Din masinile de pe contra-sens niste unii, care in sunet de manele faceau poze cu cafeniu si maro. Cu telefonul mobil evident. Alo, baietii, dati si voi niste bani pe niste SLR-uri! Un nene, 45 de ani, pullover gri, chelie medie, fata demonstrand o inteligenta sclipitoare si un simt al ecologicului iesit din comun sapa in portbagaj. La un moment dat reuseste sa gaseasca ce cauta: un codru de paine pe care il intinde milostiv chestiei cafenii, care se apropiase la 3-4m de el. Pe nenea asta nu cred ca il mai primesc la genisti ca era cam batran. Si te mai intrebi de ce vin chestiile maro si cafenii sa iti sune la intrarea in cort cerand o conserva de ton si niste cascaval. Ca e recesiune, d'aia!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Ce mai tura-vura? Ne ploua, ne dadu cu grindina si cu vant, asa ca ne-am intors rapid la pata de culoare, monument al umanitatii in salbaticia muntelui: Refugiul Caltun, Masivul Fagaras, o oaza de uscaciune in mijlocul ploii. Care ploaie? Aia care este nelipsita pe culmea Negoiului. Pentru fletii care cred ca pot urca Negoiu si sa raman uscati: in mod normal in poza asta in partea dreapta sus se vede varful Negoiu 2535m. Acu si mai mereu e ceata.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Din nou un exemplu de ce Negoiu se cheama Negoiu si nu Varful Stancos sau La Rasarit de Soare. Unii cu imaginatie il pot vedea in stanga sus. Altii mai experimentati pot distinge si intrarea in Strunga Ciobanului. Mie mi se pare doar ceata, fum, nor, vapori de apa in curs de condensare, chestie gri care acoperi muntii...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Desi am batut zona Balea-Negoiu de multe ori, nu sunt capabil sa identific specia de iarba din imagine. Nici creasta care se vede. Dar poza imi place (nu ... eu doar scriu, poza o face altcineva, nu ma laud singur, incerc sa imi fac rost de o mancare calda).<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Si din nou caldarea balea (da, cu litere mici, ca e urata in poza asta). Noroc ca are parcare si nu trebuie sa cari roata de rezerva pana la Caltun. Vanatoare lui Buteanu, in schimb, prin absenta ei, in ceata, creaza un aer de mister in care umbrele se impletesc cu lumina. <br />
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</div>Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-74234007684569415402009-10-07T11:36:00.001+03:002010-01-27T09:06:29.989+02:00Recolta de anul asta miroase delicios :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKCpXjvSnK7lGwfAkRnl0zOgVHnU5qyS_KKJJRf2izOyyqbPA5wwdfeuqibl-1C_x1Oa1M36P16lDQ9D8iVcnYNkqEJfLftE6lPcZ9tZjFib31P8pnlp5tR_hlbOxEq9jb74-SSQ/s1600-h/IMG_3991_1mm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKCpXjvSnK7lGwfAkRnl0zOgVHnU5qyS_KKJJRf2izOyyqbPA5wwdfeuqibl-1C_x1Oa1M36P16lDQ9D8iVcnYNkqEJfLftE6lPcZ9tZjFib31P8pnlp5tR_hlbOxEq9jb74-SSQ/s320/IMG_3991_1mm.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>Laura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-81157145451573950332009-09-22T23:34:00.002+03:002010-01-27T09:06:29.998+02:00Chamonix sau romanii supt Mont BlancExcursia 6: Chamonix sau romanii supt Mont Blanc<br />
Ultima excursie in periplul nostru elvetian a fost in Franta. Nu puteam sa plecam de acolo fara sa ne infruntam cu maretul, cel mai grandios, uriasul gigant european. Ma rog, daca exceptam Elbrusul care e in Rusia si deci nu e patruns de valorile europene, premiul castigatorul pentru cel mai inalt punct de pe Batranul Continent ii revine zapezii de Mont Blanc. In atare situatiune hop si noi pe acolo.<br />
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Pe acolo e Chamonix, 995m (mai jos decat Predealul). Si care, ca orice statiune patrunsa de valorile europene, este plina de telecabine. In acest fel o gramada de localnici, eventual si niste spanioli, marocani sau algerieni au de lucru la casa de bilete, la cablu, la cabina, la tele... E bine sa te adaptezi mediului. Asa ca am decis ca vom lua telecabina. Intrebarea urmatoare e Unde? Daca vezi o femeie frumoasa incepi sa te urci pe ea cu picioarele ca sa o vezi mai bine? Evident ca nu. Te urci pe una urata din preajma.<br />
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In concluzie, excursia noastra a fost pe versantul opus, in asa numiti Aiguilles Rouges, adica Muntii Rosi (iar Rosu si Alb in acelasi loc, cata imaginatie). Mai precis a fost la unul dintre locurile faimoase din acest masiv, asa numitul Lac Blanc (2,352m). Numele este pur si simplu surprizator ...nu ne asteptam sa auzim o noua culoare. E adevarat, dupa cum se poate extrapola si din imaginea de mai jos, lacul e relativ alb.<br />
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Vis-a-vis, adica peste drum (jos in vale chiar e un drum) este Masivul Mont-Blanc. Care desi poarta numele gigantului, contine niste varfuri, ne-albe, de-a dreptul spectaculoase. De remarcat, ca oricat te-ai chinui nu poti sa scoti oamenii din poze decat in PaintShopPro.<br />
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Lac Blanc, pentru afonii care nu stiu un bob de frantuza, se traduce prin "Aglomerarea montana de ape statatoare de culoarea laptelui de vaca olandeza", este plasat sub un varf relativ celebru, denumit Le Brévent (probabil cel mare din figura), 2,525m (adica nici macar cat Negoiu). Si arata interesant nu?<br />
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In mod inexorabil, privirea calatorului este atrasa de curtea vecinului. Unde in partea centrala (poza de jos) se poate vedea Mer de Glace, cel mai (aici totul e cel mai) mare ghetar din Franta. Numele nu inseamna "inghetata de mere", dupa cum ar fi tentati niste gurmanzi sa creada (care nici macar nu e buna, gelaterii sunt peste tot), ci "mare de gheata", pentru ca contine gheata si e destul de mare.<br />
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In poza de sus, in planul apropiat se poate vedea piatra rosie din Masivul Varfurilor Rosii, in timp ce in spate sunt culmi ale masivului Mont Blanc. In stanga este Aiguille Verte (4,122 m) - Varful Verde (mie mi se pare relativ gri), urmat de Aiguille du Dru (3,754m). In centru, in spate, sunt les Grandes Jorasses, o colectie de varfuri ce culmineaza cu Pointe Walker (4,208 m). Iar in dreapta Dent du Géant (Dintele lu Gigantu - 4,013m). Ascutiti, mareti, cum numai francezi pot avea. Si nemtii in perioadele de ocupatie a tarii vinului si branzei.<b><br />
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Acu sa ne uitam din nou in curtea noastra. In poza se poate vedea un plan inclinat, caracterizat de un cos de alfa, si un om care il ataca din punctul minim exercitand o forta mai mare de mgcos alpha. Totul cu un usor ton de rosu, pentru a arata pe ce parte a drumului ne aflam.<br />
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Din nou fotograful nu se poate stapani si se uita dincolo. V-am explicat care sunt varfurile, acu numiti-le singuri. premiul pentru raspunsul corect il veti primi prin posta electronica cu plata ramburs. Oricum sa apreciem prezenta prsonajului (nu e asa... ce figura... ce statura impozanta are, ce privire de om genial, ce modestie) din scena care da dimensiune, forta si vitalitate imaginii. Trebuie sa laud fotograful pentru incadrarea excelenta daca mai vreau pranzul cald.<br />
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Acum sa le multumim Laviniei si lui Laurent, care s-au lasat si ei folositi pentru scopuri fotografice. Si lui Laurent inca o data ca ne-a lamurit cam pe unde ne aflam si cam ce vedem. De data asta fotograful nu s-a mai multumit cu niste varfuri neimportante si a strecurat si maretul Munte Alb la capatul din dreapta al pozei (de jos). Inainte de el, de la Degetu lui Gigantu se poate vedea: Aiguille du Grepon (3,502m), Aiguille du Blaitière, Aiguille du Plan, Aiguille du Midi (3,843m) si Mont Blanc.<br />
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Acu poate ar fi momentul sa spunem cateva cuvinte despre Muntele Alb. Desi se lauda cu o inaltime de 4,810m, masuratori mai exacte au aratat ca nu are decat 4,808m, dar de fapt ultima parte este doar apa de ploaie (inghetat sic) si in cazul unui val de caldura masiv sau daca oierii romani l-ar acoperi cu traditionalele cojoace ar afla ca de fapt stanca nu se ridica decat la 4,792m. Un fals grosoloan am zice in Romania, dar in Franta este considerat a fi cel mai inalt. Nemtii nu ocupat destul timp tara asta ca, cinstiti cum ii stim rezolvau ei cu smecheria asta!<br />
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Dupa ce am vazut lacul Blanc, avenit si randul lui Lac Noire (cel putin asa ii zicem noi pentru ca este sensibil mai inchis). Pentru comparatie l-am rugat pe Jorge sa se imbrace in haine albe si sa intre in poza. In spate ... niste ramasite din Masivul Mont Blanc.<br />
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Din nou o privire spre Masivul Mare. E adevarat, de data asta nu am mai convins atata lume sa intre in poza, incat a trebuit sa facem o movilita. Nu, pre cinstea mea de explorator montan de mare anvergura, nu era acolo cand am ajuns.<br />
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In final va oferim o privire de ansamblu asupra Masivului Mont Blanc. Uneori se zice ca e parte din Alpi Penini, alteori din Graiani, sincer noua nu ne pasa. Ne pasa ca am fost acolo, l-am vazut pe viu, chiar exista si e foarte frumos. Daca varfurile inconjuratoare sunt colturoase, cu tot felul de formatiuni stancoase care de care mai fantastice pentru care natura s-a trudit mii si mii de ani, Muntele Alb ramane maiestuos in centru precum de-necuceritul turn al castelele japoneze. Si mai ne pasa ca nu am fost decat in masivul de vizavi si ca Muntele Alb ramane un vis pentru viitor.<br />
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Dupa incheierea in care v-am dovedit ca romanul e poet de Oscar sau de Crucea Militara sa revenim la scena reala. Coborarea a fost extrem de spectaculoasa. Telecabina s-a balabanit 30 de secunde pana a intrat in locasul ei. Animale salbatice sub forma unei pisici si a unui caine ne-au amenintat ca ne mananca ultima ciocolata. Luptand vitejeste am scapat si am ajuns sa va povestim ce frumos a fost.<br />
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Poate cu un pic determinare va vom povesti si cum a fost prin orasele Elvetiei. Pana atunci va uram sa vedeti si voi de ce Mont Blanc este Muntele Alb si Monte Rosa nu e Roz de loc. Ca sa nu mai vorbim de Cervino care e destul de chel.<br />
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poze ... LauraLaura Floreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16274899390749230022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26285444.post-11679046839895190722009-09-12T12:31:00.008+03:002010-01-27T09:06:30.006+02:00Excursia 5: Col de la ColombièreVom ignora pentru moment ce am facut in zilele intermediare (ca sa fie clar si la noi dupa 2 vin 3,4 si abia apoi 5) si vom vorbi direct despre Excursia 5:<br />
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Franta: Col de la Colombière - Lac de Peyre - Capre si Tapi<br />
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Motivatia intregii plimbarii a fost ... diferita. Unii voiau sa isi miste fundul, altii voiau sa mearga la munte, unii voiau sa vada capre, iar altii nu voiau... nimic.<br />
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Totul s-a petrecut in ziua a 7-a vizitei curajosilor nostri in lumea fara scrupule a bancherilor elvetieni. Deci ne sculam de dimineata, ne suim in masina, trecem granita pe frumoasele meleaguri franceze, meleaguri in care vinul bun se impleteste armonios cu branza putreda si cu Florile Raului ale lui Baudelaire si ne dam jos (tehnic vorbind ne-am dat sus ca e la 1,613m) la Col de la Colombière. De fapt nici macar la 1,613m nu ne-am dat ca nu mai era loc in parcare. De fapt era cam 1,600m, care pentru usurinta poate fi asociat cu anul unirii tuturor romanilor supt Mihai Voievod Viteazul. Pentru a va face o idee clara ce este acest Col, va voi spune ca "col" inseamna "pas montan" sau "sa". Adica noi am avea Col de Rucar-Bran, sau Col Du Rotunda.<br />
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Acest pas motan este de multe ori parte din Turul Frantei, si cum oricine se viseaza un viitor performer adevarat soseaua este plina de ciclisti. Mai mari sau mai mici. Ideea e ca daca nu iti place fauna Frantei te poti delecta cu ciclisti. Astia au umplut ecranul pana ne-am dat jos.<br />
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Am vorbit si despre ciclisti, acu sa ne intoarcem la oile noaste. De fapt sunt niste capre mai cu muschi. In cazul nostru, aceste mamiifere sublime reprezinta ceva mai abstract decat simple mamifere; reprezinta SCOPUL. Pentru a atinge acest tel maret, din sa (montana) incepi sa urci. Si urci. De fapt, intai nu urci; mergi pe ditai poteca. Apoi urci; in sunetul suav al talangilor de la o stana din apropiere. Si urci. Si vezi niste munti haiosi. Calcarosi, masivi, destul de crestati. Si la un moment dat ii vezi: <br />
Ibex (mai precis Ibecsi ca erau mai multi). <br />
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Si restul grupului tot urca. Eu nu urcam. Eu coboram. Si ei urca, urca pana la un lac. Unde se vede fain, nu? Din nefericire nu e lacul dorit, si anume sublimul si misteriosul (pentru mine) Lac de Peyre.<br />
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Pentru deziluzia amatorilor de stiinte exacte voi spune ca nu stiu nici numele baltii, nici pe al personajului (salut, Jorge, am plecat de la tine, nu te mai cunoastem :P ) din figura, ci doar locatia si anume masivul Aravis. Si s-ar putea ca galma din figura sa fie Pointe Blanche adica Punctul Alb. Si cand vezi chestia asta, nici macar la 2,109m nu esti, ci doar la 2,108m. Telecabina de la babele te duce mai sus! Dezamagitor. Mai ales ca eu nu am fost, nu? <br />
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Bine lacu ca lacu, muntele ca muntele, capra ca ibexu, dar privelistea spre Mont Blanc face cateva beri, ce credeti? <br />
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Parca asa aratau muntii din Stapanul Inelelor. Intai verzi si apoi albi. In cazul nostru, cu alb in spate nu putea sa fie decat masivul Mont Blanc. Monte Rosa ar fi fost roz. Iar apropo de figura, daca nu vedeti clar, inainte de a da fuga la oftalmolog sau a compatimi situatia din invatamantul romanesc care nu isi plateste suficient de bine angajatii incat sa isi ia o camera cu mai multi mega-pixeli, uitati-va la poza de jos. Va scuteste de niste bani sau niste energie. <br />
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"A beautiful view on Pointe Percée and massif Mont Blanc" ... cam asta e descrierea pe Flickr sau mai stiu eu pe unde. Deci cu alte cuvinte va puteti dumiri si unde ne aflam noi. Si anume la unu-doua masive distanta de cel mai inalt munte din Europa Vestica. Varfuletul din planul apropiat nu are decat 2,750m si este Varful Progresului (sper ca nu geografic si nici social ca ala e Varful Comunismului, Muntii Pamir, 7,495m).<br />
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Bun. Eroi nostri. Unii stau la lac; unii stau la umbra, ca la lac e mai greu de ajuns. Cei de la lac se hotarasc sa se dea mari si incep sa coboare. Poza de mai sus este inca un exemplu ca e mult mai bine sa cobori decat sa urci. Cand urci iti vezi varful bocancului. Cand cobori vezi varful Mont Blanc, 4,810 m si o chestie. Chestia asta e Varful Progresului, nu?<br />
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In incheiere, tin sa va spun ca dupa ce m-am solicitat rostogolindu-ma din cand in cand pentru a urmari umbra unui brad chel, m-am dres cu o bere ... si o inghetata. Ceilalti, care s-au facut ca urca pana la lac, s-au multumit cu o bere sau cu o inghetata. Pe scurt, cu totii eram pregatiti atat fizic cat si psihic penstru asaltul final: telecabina din zona Mont-Blanc. Dar despre asta mai tarziu (la ritmul asta pe la Craciun). <br />
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