Is A Cavity Emergency

I find myself walking through a village in silence.
The hour is late, but not too much. If it was full summer, you'll hear the cicadas screaming and rattling like an old locomotive, a festive soundtrack, a kind of Buena Vista Social Club, and the light still send me tons of heat. Instead
is no longer summer, is not yet autumn, and the light of a street lamp takes precedence over the setting sun, a warm light, discreet as the knuckles of a little girl knocking on the door.
I am overwhelmed with good feelings. This lamp is a kind of madeleine, which reminds me of elementary school, the years of economic boom, the population explosion that forced us to do double shifts in schools, a month in the morning and one afternoon. It was five and a half ago, a year October 60, Piombino, I see myself in ten years with the folder and the blue jacket of an order that I was going to walk home, few people on the street, a mist and a cool yet cold, no longer hot. The street light that illuminates itself and little else, gave shadows on the walls and my shadow, which is shortened and stretched with each new light.
And today, as then, I feel I want this state, that the beautiful summer would be unbearable if you never leave your step with this new dimension. That allows you to dwell on the chiaroscuro, the morbidity of the contours. A little more intimate, curled up, stepped down.
A bell is ringing, seven strokes in all.
not want anything else now, just a good nostalgia.

Small Lump Came Out Of My Nose

"Unu pieju and Atrua"

E 'August 1, 2010. It 'exactly one year since I suffered the injury in Raganello ... those dark days, I thought that my way of living the mountain would be restricted only to "a quiet walk." I felt I lost my freedom. Physical therapy before, after the gym, and even still, I have called in the sixth and also avoided a troublesome operation.

I made a couple of shots of climbing in June this year, nothing more, but today I feel (almost) ready ... and then the desire is so great! Yes, I want to try a new route that I had more or less draw with the eyes and mind on the west wall of the Timpa Porac, in "my" beloved Pollino National Park.

Companion adventure is Domenico Bloise, together we start this Sunday morning to experience the adventure. We head for the first of a series of columns side by side which one is the best, all possible attacks on our way. We choose the former. I'm excited, not hide it when I start to climb the first pitch are not so sure you complete it this way ... are not trained at this time for this sort of thing, it physically, but also psychologically. But after the easy first pitch, faced with a "flicker", and after the first step a little challenging in the second, something in me melts. I relax, and from there everything becomes easier.

Dominic reveals a great climbing partner, the aesthetic third pitch pulls from the first, then make sure the hard plate of the fourth and fifth on the beam.

The last shot is a masterpiece of Dominic, not so much for the aesthetics of it, but for the psychological strength to overcome that through a fifth-rock march.

We're out in the end came a beautiful street. "Unu pieju and Atrua ... the name is dedicated to the consortium of Franco, Salvatore, Dominic and Joseph in those days ran around the Monte Rosa, but also to all other our friends with us and how we live and love the mountains. And some is also dedicated to two of us ... after all, but very basically, we are unu pieju and Atrua, no?

Here Technical Report:

Attack:

From Haven Hill Marcion head for the large seat on the left of the south wall of the Timpa Porac, cross it and continue in the same direction. Just a few tens of meters you can see the characteristic and obvious pillars at the base of the west wall.

L1:

Attach the first pillar on the right steps (III) 8m. paying attention to some rock not too sure. Move slightly right into a groove (the height of the tree in the right channel)

and then up a short dihedral (IV) 12 m. Stop on nails right after the exit of the dihedral. (S2)

L2:

navigate up from the belay to the left oblique fissure (IV +) 3m.


navigate from here on excellent rock to the right (III) 9m. to stop. (Nails left to integrate with two nuts small / medium. (S3)

NOTE: The two pitches can be combined, but not too convenient to do so having regard to the curves and the inevitable friction.

From S3 S4 walking pointing to the wall above and then drive along for about 10m versodx. up to a nail next to a wooded ravine.

L3:

From nail (S4), first attack on steps (III)

then plaque (IV) 7m. to the tree of oak on which it is stationary. (S5)
L4:

starting from the tree directly upward to pointing a tiny plaque smooth mast (string) (VI-) 5m. then the difficulties fall significantly and you get to steps (IV-) (III) to S6 (two spikes)

L5:

From S6 beautiful cross towards the right, 18m. III and IV on the first corner that leads into the channel where there is S7 (two nails)



L6:

dihedral In the beginning (IV +) 4m. then traverse left on the rock is not good (V) 5m. and then back up, 16m. on low difficulty (II) to break out. (S8)






Descent: By using double stops and numerous small trees present on the wall or to the normal route of Timpa of Porac. NB Currently protections listed, not including stops in the wall, I have written in anticipation of an exit which would place them on the road.

Expert Choice 11.5 Free

skies to the North Cape

Caelum, non animum mutant trans sea currunt here. The wisdom of Horace pantofolaio - to mention "parva sed mihi APTA, writing on his house - reminds us that it is useless to go two thousand miles from home in hopes of changing their mood. Actually my mind seems a little 'reassured - if not on the trip, maybe it will be a rise in blood glucose I have not noticed - though it is certain that the skies will change a lot around here. It seems that the clouds travel quickly (there are a lot of land, these latitudes) and also the endless summer daylight hours allow you to watch a scene that "mutatio" all the time, moreover, enhanced by the various angles of the sun, mostly grazing. And in winter the spectacle is guaranteed by the aurora borealis, though on a background of intense cold and snow.
Today is the twenty-ninth of June, Tuesday. I skies available all day, and I'll take one hundred and twenty miles by bike to get to Karasjok. Even if I have to ride for many hours, I take the fact that I have already booked for tonight and the sun will not fade, to linger to the point of departure, Kautokeino, at the house-museum "Juhls Silvergallery" Juhls built by the couple, who have drawn inspiration from the forms of jewelry of the Sami people to create more disparate items of jewelry - mostly silver, but use any material - as well as sculptures and paintings. A good show: the house, designed using soft curves and sloping lines, it fits perfectly into the woods on the outskirts of Kautokeino, its interior is cozy and futuristic at the same time, and jewelry photographed and passed on a craft which otherwise would have been lost: spirals bracelets and earrings in infinite games, columns and pyramids that plunge into concentric circles, moons and suns, and stars. Bravi.
I leave the museum at 11.30, I fear that I will arrive very late tonight. Patience. Even if I could not do anything to get there first. I stop to buy water, salami, two sandwiches, and five "kvikk Lunski" identical to the kit-kat (who knows that is not a boycott against Nestle Norwegian).
Throughout the trip will go to a valley wedged between mountains and hills, carved by the force of the glaciers that left the lakes and rivers in the valley. The first stretch of twenty-five kilometers is in common with the road's arrival yesterday, this is a bit 'annoying. The skies, however, vary the same, on the clouds. I started off with a sky leaden, has gradually eased, leaving patches of blue. It is almost hot, hot here and there just go wild mosquitoes. Luckily do not make it to lean on me while I pedal, so it's only a psychological discomfort: in some places the air is seen to be dark than there are. The course of the river varies continuously: there are loops that have created enormous shoals of gravel, or sand of the islands, islets and sometimes they are entirely covered with trees. About four o'clock there is full sun with some cloud here and there, the temperature is mild, about 17 degrees, the plates are just a bit of snow on the hills' highest to remind me where I am. A look like landscapes, feel the breeze on the face, the sun that warms the bones, to feel his legs moving well, listening to the sound of the water and the sounds of the forest, to do all this, in short, thank heavens I'm alive. How many opportunities and how beautiful life can hold. sometimes I feel the heaviness of some situations in my life that I nailed to the ground, in others - as now - I'm easy and my burden even takes off.
The last fifteen miles before Karasjok are in a dense, cool forest, arrival at the bed and breakfast at nine o'clock in the evening. And, like a bad dream, the owner told me he would now not consulted the internet and did not see my reservation. And now there is no place. First option: I propose apologizing, arriving in the country to another bed and breakfast. The village is seven kilometers from here, I'm hungry and tired, I can not. So the second option: I am staying in his house. Approved, even if I feel a bit 'embarrassed. For tonight I sleep in my sleeping bag placed on bear skins that cover almost all its floors (everything here is wood, the stairs from the dishes to the table solid bin to the chandelier) in the living room. Gives me the reindeer cooked on the grill, very good, the devour in minutes. He asks me if I want to join the fire out, there is a kind of celebration with her relatives, I shot back with fatigue, I go to bed collapse. I wake up later, around one o'clock at night, I hear laughter and screams of children. I look out the window and saw a dozen people who go swimming in a stream (I guess its temperature), next is a giant tub ready (wooden, of course) with steaming water, I guess almost boiling. After a few minutes swimmers (children, men, women, imagine all relatives of the householder, including him) all lie down together, smiling and revelers in the big tub.
The sun is high in the sky.
I go back to bed in good spirits, their smile has infected me.

Hiv Transmission Rash

Ethics and nature near Nordkapp

After meeting with the North Cape waited a lifetime (more or less consciously), yesterday afternoon I took a bus returned me to Alta, the starting point. I went down in the evening with High rain and cold. Twenty-eight
June, Monday. This morning is sunny and nine degrees. Well. I am waiting for a ride a hundred and thirty kilometers to Kautokeino, in the heart of the region of Sami in Norway have obtained legal recognition, social and economic. From these nine thousand years are in lands, it is right that they continue to be there, they have agreed the Norwegians, Scandinavians arrived much later. There were bitter struggles to achieve all this, but now the Sami have their own parliament, a territory, a language. The Sami living in Finland are not as good as them, and those residing in Russia, in the nearby Kola Peninsula, virtually non-existent law. It 's a beautiful example - the Sami and Norwegians - to build a peaceful and fruitful. Many still live
Sami nomads in tents for long periods of the year, moving in relation to migration of the reindeer. To live next to the reindeer, you must think like a reindeer, and run like a reindeer. The world, they say, is born of a special reindeer, a white reindeer, his eyes are the stars, his veins the rivers and lakes, its surface mountains and hills, and its heart is the center of the earth. When you have lost your way, put his ear to the ground and listen to the heartbeat of the white reindeer: will help you find your way.
Throughout the trip today, I will find myself next to the Alta-Kautokeino river, which in the first forty kilometers (actually the end of the river, near the mouth) winds through narrow gorges, the actual canyon, the water that gives show of himself. Are only tens of kilometers. Only water, deer, woods. After thirty miles, on top of a hill - Altitude 400 meters - I find a house, the sign of the coffee. I stop. This is a house, a farm, in whose living room have a cozy tea room equipped with a berry pie and sandwiches. I take a sandwich and coffee. I enjoy the lace at the windows, pictures of family in the cozy and clean bathroom is a corner where they have placed a chair. I'll be back in the living room, a couple of tourists - the ones that I saw this morning - she leaves, I stay alone and enchanted. The owner is in the kitchen, preparing something for tonight, a man out there - perhaps her husband - who is sawing wood. Shortly after passing the corridor a pretty girl of about twenty years - his daughter, I suppose - with weary step, in slippers, which heads in a room. I imagine a harsh life, in winter there is snow for months, stopped here in dog sledding and snowmobiles direct high in invisible paths that only the locals know. I'm going to pay. Fifty crowns, she says. I pay with a fifty crowns. The lady picks up the bill, inserts it in the cash register, and gives me the receipt . The receipt. Nobody out. High-fifty kilometers, Kautokeino to eighty, forests and a river. The receipt. I look at him, and the lady greets me smiling, he does not understand my surprise, perhaps coming to understand Italy, in the Italy of smart. It 'was the most moving experience of this trip. Here you can breathe ethics, in addition to the smell of damp earth. Now I'm
riding a plateau, with the river always impetuous, many woods and occasionally some residual winter snow plate. One of them, quite large, the shape of a dove. And as for birds, I'm lucky to witness the flight of an eagle. I stop and followed it until I see it, a ten-minute show. Eagles moves me, I've written in this blog. There is no reason related to survival for them to do all those changes, the more screwed up in the air, it's just the fun of it, probably, to do things that no other bird can do so well.
The trip runs beside the placid river, which is also quieter. It is eight o'clock in the evening, I arrived in Kautokeino, I find the hotel.
I'm hungry and sleepy. And I'm glad I got here.