tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65726160678676390552024-02-19T03:43:10.059+02:00.Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-67581401200044492392013-11-24T13:26:00.003+02:002013-11-24T13:26:46.811+02:00Stok Kangri- dupa 3 ani jumatate de la prima intalnire<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 150%;">Au trecut 3 ani si jumatate de la prima mea intalnire
cu Stok Kangri. Par a fi tot atatea vieti cel putin si totusi…parca a fost
ieri. Ascultand povestile celor din echipa Everest, care au fost acolo acum o
saptamana, mi-au revenit in minte amintirile experientelor mele. O buna parte
din ele…seamana destul de mult, desi contextul si oamenii sunt total diferiti
si poate nici nu ar trebui comparat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 150%;">In 2010 am considerat calatoria in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">India</st1:country-region></st1:place> ca fiind una pe care simteam
ca trebuie sa o fac in pragul varstei de 30 de ani. De ce? Nu stiam…Ceva ma
chema acolo si stiam ca trebuie sa merg. Si daca tot trebuia sa merg si era si
un munte mare si nu foarte dificil tehnic….mi-am zis…well, asta ar fi ocazia
perfecta pentru a-mi indeplini un vis mai vechi…sa urc la peste 5000 de m
altitudine. La vremea aia mergeam mult pe munte, eram destul de antrenata si
facusem si ceva ture solitare, astfel ca sa urc un munte de 6000 de m, singura,
nu mi se parea o chestie prea extrema, considerand faptul ca tehnic nu punea probleme
deosebite. Acum…uitandu-ma in urma, zambesc ingaduitor la Elena cea naiva de
atunci. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 150%;">Se vorbeste destul de des despre spiritul muntelui, in
general. Cei care merg pe munte stiu ca trebuie sa il respecte, ca este o
putere peste intelegerea noastra, ca exista legende ale caror abur mai ajunge
uneori pana in zilele noastre si ne simtim mici si neputinciosi dar norocosi in
acelasi timp, cand el ne inconjoara…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 150%;">Insa, ma intreb, oare cati dintre cei care urca pe
munte chiar il iau in serios pe spiritul respectiv la modul constient si
concret? Prin asta inteleg sa mergi
catre varful pe care vrei sa ajungi ca si cum ai merge in casa unui om, strain
sau prieten. Sa il consideri, percepi, tratezi ca pe o fiinta cat se poate de
vie, pentru ca aceste spirite fix asta sunt: fiinte vii! Si nu numai ca sunt
vii, dar sunt stravechi, atat de vechi ca probabil numai ele isi cunosc varsta,
pt ca stau aici de mult mai de demult decat invatam noi la istorie, la scoala….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 150%;"> Desi nu se stie mai nimic
despre spiritul care salasuieste in Stok Kangri, totusi oamenii locului privesc
la munte cu respect si prudenta. Toti ii simt prezenta dar nimeni nu poate
spune mai nimic despre el, pentru ca asa sunt spiritele inalte.. discrete. Anual
urca multi oameni acest munte, unii sunt acceptati pe varf, altii nu. Uneori
aceeasi oameni care odata au fost acceptati, alta data sunt respinsi. De ce?
Numai muntele si eventual omul cu pricina, probabil stiu, pentru ca relatiile
dintre om si munte sunt intotdeauna solitare, oricat de mari ar fi grupurile
care vor sa il “cucereasca”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 150%;"> Din ce am trait pe
propria-mi piele, as spune acum, ca orice incercare de cucerire a unui munte
este, in esenta o cautare interioara, care poate fi constienta sau nu. Aceasta
cautare se adreseaza unei zone mai rarefiate a planului fizic, in care omul in
starea lui fireasca este supus unor incercari care il pot propulsa dincolo de
limitele lui constientizate. Dupa cum bine se stie, la altitudine corpul fizic
reactioneaza diferit, psihicul de asemenea sufera modificari substantiale,
perceptiile asupra timpului, spatiului, persoanei sunt mult schimbate, cu alte
cuvinte omul iese din zona cunoscuta lui si se avanta in marele necunoscut.
Bariera dintre cele doua este extrem de fina, este ca si cand ai merge pe sarma
cu propria viata in maini si fara asigurare. Poti crapa in orice moment, fara
preaviz. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 150%;">Cum vad acum Stok Kangri si spiritul din spatele
lui….Imaginati-va o fiinta care in timp a acumulat putere, cunoastere si
intelepciune, iar dintr-odata aceasta fiinta este impietrita, osificata, cu tot
ce detine ea, iar ceea ce vedem noi ca fiind munte este de fapt bagajul ei, in
marime naturala. Il vad ca pe un invatator extrem de intelept, bland dar ferm.
Stie cu o precizie mai mult ca perfecta de ce fel de lectie are nevoie fiecare
muritor care ii calca pe spinare si i-o ofera cu generozitate. Ba mai mult de
atat, uneori chiar si comunica cu cei care ii cer sfatul, pe limba lor.
Comunicarea poate inseamna fie ca apare in vis, fie ca iti sopteste in urechi
ce ar trebui sa faci cand esti in dificultate. Tu esti liber sa tii cont de
spune ….sau nu, insa fiind la el acasa, in cele mai multe situatii lucrurile
vor sta exact asa cum el spune. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 150%;">In prima vizita nu l-am inteles. Nu am invatat lectia.
Am simtit ca sunt respinsa, ca sunt scindata in doua: jumatate era ambitie
jumatate era instinct de supravietuire, ambele parti parca fiind
individualitati independente de care luam prima data act de cunostinta. Mi-a
aratat ca intr-o oglinda cine sunt eu…dar eu nu am stiut a privi.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 150%;">In a doua vizita, lectia s-a repetat, chiar mai dur. De
aceasta data m-a lovit inca mai repede. Mi-a aratat cat sunt de vulnerabila si
inconstienta (sa pleci pe munte nefiind inca refacut complet dupa raceala si
virusi e un act de inconstienta) si mi-a
confirmat inca o data ca abordarea mea era eronata. Corpul intelegea, mintea
nu. Nici nu avea cum, spune Elena de acum uitandu-se in urma. Atunci motorul
care ma urnea sa fac lucrurile era ambitia, nevoia de autodepasire. Asa
consideram ca evolueaza oamenii….astfel ca trageam de mine in tot ce faceam.
Este foarte adevarat ca ambitia asta a adus si rezultate, insa….acum stiu ca se
poate si altfel ajunge chiar mult mai departe decat poate ambitia. De multe ori
confundam ambitia cu vointa, ori ele sunt doua lucruri total diferite. Voiinta
inseamna puterea de a face ceva, pe cand ambitia este un instrument al ego-ului
investit cu putere. Un munte nu se va
lasa cucerit niciodata de ambitie. El sta de vorba doar cu fiintele prietene si care merg la el cu ganduri pasnice, nu
agresive (ambitia contine si agresivitate la nivel subtil). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 150%;">Multumesc, Stok Kangri!</span></div>
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Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-85764613811548895702013-09-27T21:53:00.001+03:002013-09-27T22:03:47.529+03:00Pentru ce....muzica?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Studiez muzica de 26 de ani. Unii ar zice un sfert de viata, altii chiar jumatate...depinde ce sperante ai...eu as spune doar cateva sute de mii de ore de munca. Munca, pasiune, ambitie, disciplina, sacrificii, toate astea cu scopul de a fi cat mai bun, de a te perfectiona permanent si, bineinteles de a fi recunoscut, cel putin intr-o oarecare masura.
Pana sa o cunosc pe Elisabeth Sombart, telurile carierei artistice erau, desigur, sa cant pe scene cat mai serioase, importante, bine cotate, etc...asa cum toti am fost invatati sa ne dorim. Ceea ce nu e un lucru rau,de altfel. Intalnirea cu aceasta pianista,insa...a schimbat perspectiva asupra "jobului" meu de pianist, aratandu-mi si cealalta fata a monedei.
Sa va povestesc un pic despre aceasta pianista: prima impresie pe care mi-a facut-o: wow, ce fiinta luminoasa si puternica! calma, blanda, dar ferma in acelasi timp. Pune accent pe trairea muzicii, dar nu ii scapa un semn din partitura fara a fi interpretat si argumentat extrem de riguros. M-am indragostit de ea la prima vedere. Era exact omul de care aveam nevoie sa apara in viata mea.
Ne expune simplu scopurile Scolii ei si ale Fundatiei Resonannce, pe care o conduce: 1. sa ducem muzica in locurile unde, in general este greu accesibila -case de batrani, centre pt oameni cu dizabilitati, centre unde se trateaza bolnavii de cancer, penitenciare, etc... 2. sa oferim tinerilor pianisti posibilitatea de a se perfectiona la nivel cat mai inalt, prin instruirea lor si sprijinirea lor cu tot ce se poate- cursuri gratuite in centrele din europa, concerte pe scene importante alaturi de Elisabeth Sombart, etc. La acel moment totul parea foarte frumos si usor de realizat (asta se intampla in 15 martie).
Apoi au venit primele doua concerte, la un centru de batrani si la o casa unde se trateaza copii cu sindromul Down, in Popesti-Leordeni. La aceste concerte am fost spectator. Atmosfera a fost una greu de descris in cuvinte. Copiii au cantat dumnezeieste, s-au intrecut pe ei insisi, parca toti au fost atinsi de aripa magica a unui inger care i-a transformat in mesagerii sai. Nu o sa uit pe doamna de 100 de ani care ne-a spus ca ultima data cand a ascultat un concert la filarmonica...a fost la Londra si l a ascultat pe Radu Lupu sau pe doamna care spunea ca l-a cunoscut pe Celibidache..si era atat de fericita sa auda din nou muzica clasica live. Ma uitam la acei batrani si ma gandeam ca la viata lor au fost oameni de vaza, cu cariere, familii, educati, care probabil aveau o viata culturala activa (se vedea pe ei..), iar acum sunt niste suflete vii si tinere, in niste carcase uzate.
Copiii cu sindrom Down au avut probabil unul din cele mai fericite momente din viata lor. Asa entuziasm la atingerea pianului nu am vazut pana atunci...era unul sincer, curat, fara sa treaca prin filtrul gandirii sau educatiei. Dupa aceste concerte am inteles cine este Elisabeth si ce face ea: isi foloseste maiestria pentru a aduce putina alinare acolo unde durerea este ratiunea de a trai. In acele ore...toata semnificatia muzicii si a meseriei de muzician si-a revelat noi fete. Muzica este mai mult decat distractie, entertaninment sau arta a rafinamentului. Este o putere care poate vindeca, acolo unde nimic nu functioneaza, este o putere care poate transforma totul in jur intr-o fractiune de secunda, printr-un sunet. Este o misiune pentru cei care au apucat-o pe aceasta cale, de a-i ajuta pe cei care au nevoie de asa ceva. Un zambet in mijlocul unui ocean de suferinta poate aduce mai multa bucurie, decat o sala plina care te aplauda in picioare, dar apoi pleaca frumos si linistiti acasa sau la restaurant.
Astazi, 27 septembrie, am cantat pentru prima data intr-un astfel de concert, dat pentru tinerii cu dizabilitati, in comuna Voluntari. Faptul ca eram racita, ametita si cu un tonus usor sub normal precum si nestudiata de zile bune,nu au fost cele mai mari probleme, asa cum ma asteptam cand am plecat de acasa. Ba chiar au disparut total din peisaj acolo. Cea mai mare problema a fost controlul emotiilor generate de ce am vazut. Tanar in camasa de forta si cu casca pe cap, pentru ca are tendinte violente de auto-mutilare, tineri de 26 de ani care pot sta numai culcati, din cauza trupurilor deformate, tineri care urla, pentru ca asa stiu ei sa si manifeste bucuria ca am venit la ei, etc. A fost cel mai greu exercitiu de "iesire din mine" pe care l-am trait pana acum. Prin asta inteleg...sa depasesti propriile trairi, sa le transcezi daca poti, si sa le dai acelor oameni, nu durerea pe care o simti tu in acele momente uitandu te la ei, ci lumina de care ei au nevoie. </div>
Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-50935719301461329442012-10-09T12:54:00.001+03:002012-10-09T12:54:11.816+03:00Wishlist <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Iaca mai trecu un an si iar am ajuns la momentul wishlist. :)<br />
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Anul acesta lucrurile sunt foarte simple. Nu ca nu mi-as dori o gramada de lucruri realizabile sau mai putin realizabile, dar au aparut niste urgente care au maturat totul in cale.<br />
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Pe scurt, trebuie sa mi cumpar un laptop nou, cat mai repede posibil. </div>
Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-2004065563155278242012-06-03T15:53:00.002+03:002012-06-03T17:14:03.262+03:00Concert cu orchestra Filarmonicii Oltenia, Craiova, 1 iunie 2012, dirijor Alexandru Iosub<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcaDfB70YwZ_RTSWO3Xm0bQiChkb2_WR7Wt35KoA-uzsY1CtLeGyT6-UEckXuboC2WHlujkL-H86Q6O8CeW_J8cj_dWN-qwgx5yI01ks_dZdlDnnCZMX8dbUvonpC8AuEkux2Xt-PnnuM/s1600/_MG_8182+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcaDfB70YwZ_RTSWO3Xm0bQiChkb2_WR7Wt35KoA-uzsY1CtLeGyT6-UEckXuboC2WHlujkL-H86Q6O8CeW_J8cj_dWN-qwgx5yI01ks_dZdlDnnCZMX8dbUvonpC8AuEkux2Xt-PnnuM/s320/_MG_8182+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Iaca a trecut si concertul cu orchestra, la care visam de niste ani buni..nici eu nu mai stiu cati ...Debutul a avut loc cu 15 ani in urma, sub bagheta aceluiasi dirijor. La vremea aceea am cantat Concertul nr.1 de Mendelssohn. Acum fost o senzatie stranie, la inceput, sa vad in orchestra multi dintre cei care mi-au fost colegi de scoala, apoi cei care erau si pe vremea aceea in orchestra, acum aratau un pic altfel. Una peste alta atmosfera era cam aceeasi, doar ca eu o vedeam acum cu alti ochi. Un lucru care mi-a dat destul de multa bataie de cap si m-a intristat in acelasi timp, a fost comportamentul celor din orchestra in timpul repetitiilor. Asta si poate pt ca m-am uitat eu prea mult pe youtube la cum fac unii repetitiile inainte de etape finale de concursuri ( de ex) sau chiar la finala de la Festivalul Enescu-ca si cum ar fi in concert, in general in liniste. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs2EfI-RyRbUzhNQidSGAwrk_y-n0Y7acqH8ihoNh-KoXIG-1q4c5_YcKv6Rgb_Rp1E9-uHZEgHsQ4VPnm5LBqZ7ET-Fh-gDp0yRmtwZTB3nEWRsjO1rbRO6i_pTk0QZGd4dQZnIhls0g/s1600/_MG_8185+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs2EfI-RyRbUzhNQidSGAwrk_y-n0Y7acqH8ihoNh-KoXIG-1q4c5_YcKv6Rgb_Rp1E9-uHZEgHsQ4VPnm5LBqZ7ET-Fh-gDp0yRmtwZTB3nEWRsjO1rbRO6i_pTk0QZGd4dQZnIhls0g/s320/_MG_8185+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rapsodia pe o tema de Paganini de S. Rachmaninov este o lucrare dificila din punct de vedere al sincronizarii pianului cu orchestra. Necesita un dirijor cu experienta, in general, cu multa siguranta de sine, o orchestra f buna si un pianist care sa aiba si ritm si expresivitate si experienta de cantat in ansamblu...multa, iar nu in ultimul rand o stapanire de sine ff mare. In ceea ce ma priveste pot sa spun ca am resimtit un pic lipsa experientei de cantat cu orchestra si asta in unele momente, la repetitii mi-a dat unele emotii. Dar toate acestea au disparut in concert. M-am simtit excelent, am facut aproape tot ceea ce doream, m-am bucurat de fiecare sunet.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFxPlFT8D6a_-P-tyGjVTP2qawBf07IRCzxd_EAjIOPqO82XXIfKYf1wftAn3H8alOkJgXUAAr0SZjqSCOkhDTwjhPnRrc48Eopjz9kAY8kH1YUbagUchp2EuuOtvi3MM47LxmCTEo7Y/s1600/_MG_8189+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFxPlFT8D6a_-P-tyGjVTP2qawBf07IRCzxd_EAjIOPqO82XXIfKYf1wftAn3H8alOkJgXUAAr0SZjqSCOkhDTwjhPnRrc48Eopjz9kAY8kH1YUbagUchp2EuuOtvi3MM47LxmCTEo7Y/s320/_MG_8189+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Si a mai fost un lucru de care m-am bucurat enorm si datorita caruia chiar ma consider o persoana extrem de norocoasa : prezenta in sala a unor prieteni care au venit de la sute de kilometri distanta...ca sa fie cu mine. Ei alaturi de bunicul meu, profesoara mea de pian Mariana Ilie si profesoara de istoria muzicii Eugenia Manole-omul care e responsabil ca am ajuns astazi aici (ea a fost cea care a insistat sa merg la liceul de arta) au facut ca aceasta experienta sa fie una cu totul speciala. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NbGH53BeE8hLlHd56ZZvG-mFTcYKhQZ3FlXHQEj1WrrvYbE8EinxtM-esCTn5FR41XXzqZ69so08FU2NWmBlY4Eb7TCBR_vh1X6uMvb2douCWjsBaaP9eAiWzJ-33TA7x7jA-x2Z02M/s1600/_MG_8194+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NbGH53BeE8hLlHd56ZZvG-mFTcYKhQZ3FlXHQEj1WrrvYbE8EinxtM-esCTn5FR41XXzqZ69so08FU2NWmBlY4Eb7TCBR_vh1X6uMvb2douCWjsBaaP9eAiWzJ-33TA7x7jA-x2Z02M/s320/_MG_8194+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In final vreau sa multumesc celor care m-au ajutat in pregatirea acestui eveniment:</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Directorului artistic al Filarmonicii Oltenia, Marius Hristescu. Fara el, acest concert nu ar fi existat. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pianistului si prof. Daniel Goiti pentru suportul tehnic :)</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pianistului Andrei Racu pentru acompaniament cu pian II (adica a jucat rolul orchestrei pentru a invata eu intrarile si ce are de cantat orcehstra in detaliu)</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Loredanei Baltazar pentru ca mi-a imprumutat echipament audio de inregistrare (nu multi ar face asa ceva)</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Doamnei manichiuriste al carei nume nu il cunosc pentru ca mi-a adus degetele intr-o stare cat de cat functionala, fara nicio picatura de sange-ceea ce credeti-ma ca e o dovada de mare maiestrie in meseria dumneaei, in cazul starii degetelor mele cu o zi inainte de concert. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Prietenilor care au fost prezenti si care s-au ocupat cu maxima seriozitate de toate detaliile de dinainte de concert, astfel ca eu sa am numai grija cantatului. A contat enorm.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Si nu in ultimul rand bunicului meu care a fost prezent zi si noapte oriunde am avut nevoie, in ciuda varstei inaintate pe care o are. </div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNskE04L4MqejEihdxQfIsTSwFQu3xSu7f8HEn9_3SdC0jzqTDMsA8MwBeeG06nE9ewPvBqSPkf9sqBtSIN0VM6gm-9gXDHwjPm4TWd7PBssyt-Vw00TZqeWgHaDrGFMEWJmHE4nkWibU/s1600/_MG_8213+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNskE04L4MqejEihdxQfIsTSwFQu3xSu7f8HEn9_3SdC0jzqTDMsA8MwBeeG06nE9ewPvBqSPkf9sqBtSIN0VM6gm-9gXDHwjPm4TWd7PBssyt-Vw00TZqeWgHaDrGFMEWJmHE4nkWibU/s320/_MG_8213+copy.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /></div>Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-47531030962083122582011-12-09T23:37:00.003+02:002012-11-16T22:47:41.551+02:00Libertate de exprimare versus intensitate<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Cati dintre voi ati vazut pana acum un artist plangand in timp ce canta, pe scena? Pana la Hiromi eu nu am vazut niciunul, nici live, nici inregistrat...De cand am descoperit piesa asta, cu interpretarea ei, merge pe repeat, aseara vreo 6 ore, azi...tot timpul cat am stat acasa(putin, dar recuperez acum, dupa program)..si probabil va mai dura o vreme. Fata asta mi-a revolutionat, instant, perspectiva asupra actului interpretativ, in general. <br />
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Mi s-a intamplat de destule ori, sa cant si sa plang in acelasi timp, iar plansul sa se transforme la un moment dat in zambet, muzica fiind elementul care poate transforma starile in cele mai asteptate sau neasteptate feluri..insa, niciodata nu m-am gandit, pana acum, ca se poate face asta si pe scena...<br />
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La scoala, si in societate in general, suntem invatati ca nu e "potrivit" sau "frumos" sa-ti exprimi sentimentele negative, in general, in public. Trebuie sa te abtii sau sa gasesti niste modalitati mai moderate de a le transmite. Daca esti furios nu poti sa urli, daca esti trist nu poti sa plangi, daca esti deprimat nu poti sa suferi" in vazul tuturor" in cazul in care se intampla sa fii in public cand te incearca asa ceva. Explicatia nu e foarte complicata: oamenii nu vor sa participe la chestiile dureroase. Alfel sta treaba, insa, cand vine vorba de fericire, bucurie. Daca ai asa ceva in stoc, trebuie sa dai sa ajunga la toata lumea, altfel esti egoist.<br />
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Am observat in ultima vreme mai multi artisti asiatici, cu o libertate de expresie pe care nu prea o vezi la europeni, in general. Asta implica libertate in gandire, in miscare, in gestica,in mimica, in tot. Multi dintre ei sunt judecati de "tabara adversa" sau conservatoare, sa i zicem, ca fac show si ca exagereaza sau ca vor sa ia ochii cu asta..Ei bine,in mintea mea exista un mic conflict de interese, ca sa i zic asa....libertate de exprimare versus intensitatea trairii starii respective?<br />
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Pornind de la ideea ca muzica este un limbaj, adica o cale prin care poti sa te exprimi si este patentat faptul ca limbajul sonor este mult mai bogat comparativ cu cel verbal (cineva spunea ca muzica spune lucrurile pe care nu le poti rosti) pana unde putem merge cu libertatea de exprimare? trebuie sa machiem lucrurile negative, sa apara cat mai putin urate sau incomode, trebuie sa fim la locul nostru, sa nu deranjam, sa nu iesim prea mult in evidenta, in cazul in care avem de spus niste lucruri nu prea placute? Trebuie sa inghitim lacrimile, cand ele vor sa izbucneasca precum o fantana arteziana, cand ti-e lumea mai draga? <br />
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In momentul in care esti contopit total cu muzica, esti parte din vibratia ei, restul elementelor sunt doar o consecinta normala a acesteia. Fie zambet, lacrima, strambatura sau orice alt gest...este un soi de coada a cometei, capul e in alta parte, mult mai adanc....Desigur, exista si comete fara cap....dar e usor sa le deosebesti de cele reale, asa cum vezi diferenta dintre o flacara reala, care emana caldura si te frige daca o atingi si una artificiala, care functioneaza pe baza de curent electric, ca la lampile ieftine chinezesti....Diferenta o face intensitatea trairii...De multe ori mi-am pus intrebarea, cat pot sa pun intr-o interpretare de la mine, din experienta mea, cat "vine de la compozitor"? Compozitorul a "cules" muzica si a asternut-o pe hartie, la un moment dat. Interpretul o ia si o recompune, practic, respectand anumite reguli generale. Lucrul pe care trebuie sa-l respecte este sa foloseasca aceleasi sentimente, in linii mari, insa....adaptate la experienta si trairea proprie. Evident ca nu poti canta o piesa trista, debordand de veselie sau invers, dar tristetea are grade infinite de expresie. Cat la suta era compozitorul trist cand a scris, cat la suta e interpretul in momentul executiei? Cat la suta este ascultatorul receptiv la starea respectiva?<br />
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Se spune ca intensitatea trairii face interpretarea de exceptie, ceea ce e normal, pt ca molipseste si pe cel care asculta, nu-l poate lasa indiferent. Dar, cand vorbim de intensitate maxima in exprimare...unde mai incape controlul? Cum poti sa controlezi un sentiment in faza lui extrema de manifestare? Si, mai ales, care e rostul controlului?</div>Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-37751274306354804832011-11-30T21:54:00.011+02:002011-11-30T23:05:15.702+02:00Chilling-my Disneyland<iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Felenapopa1900.blogspot.com%2F&layout=box_count&show_faces=true&width=450&action=like&colorscheme=light&height=65" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:65px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu3aLR6WSgq9u8XJQqqUsGaVY7IbbOauDgZGpIdleaXsfmv6upD-_kfKrYbILFCdmhAxHvRdQP9fqyG7ahi3cNwneEkhinV_ihZfTgni0xVxVoxxi5-Xm2iKiBuztx_IDoeZLA4VKLxXY/s1600/DSC_8250.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu3aLR6WSgq9u8XJQqqUsGaVY7IbbOauDgZGpIdleaXsfmv6upD-_kfKrYbILFCdmhAxHvRdQP9fqyG7ahi3cNwneEkhinV_ihZfTgni0xVxVoxxi5-Xm2iKiBuztx_IDoeZLA4VKLxXY/s400/DSC_8250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680896007236895810" /></a><br /><br />Cand totul in jurul tau capata nunate gri spre negru, una din modalitatile de a mai inveseli un pic peisajul este sa te intorci in locurile in care ai fost fericit (nu conteaza daca o faci cu pasul sau cu gandul). Incepand din iulie 2011, Disneyland-ul meu se numeste oficial Chilling si este un satuc mic,mic pe malul Zanskarului, undeva la vreo 70 de km de Leh. <br />Am fost acolo pentru mai putin de 24 de ore, sa reaprovizionam un grup de turisti. Pentru mine orice ocazie de a iesi din Leh era fericirea suprema, dar asta a depasit cu mult alte fericiri asemanatoare. Drumul pana acolo l-am facut cu nasul lipit cand de geam, cand de aparat. Pur si simplu nu am avut timp sa respir de atata frumusete cata era in jurul meu;nu-mi permiteam sa pierd nicio secunda, nicio culoare a muntilor, niciun vartej al Zanskarului, stiind ca sunt numai 70 de km.(tare mi-as fi dorit sa fie asa macar vreo 200 de km)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQm1lxJrc2ZbzoSq0G-bYAKr0H0KTHzmJAIshZQ15i5bH3pNIZYI_qAnDm6PFnqcmMo-EcwbV46K-tKtsXC1LjZvUNzH2v8qk0P0QGO8VwUyn5Y0BB6y_oF8Ji1DYhx9zjr4bMs2uhF40/s1600/DSC_7998+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQm1lxJrc2ZbzoSq0G-bYAKr0H0KTHzmJAIshZQ15i5bH3pNIZYI_qAnDm6PFnqcmMo-EcwbV46K-tKtsXC1LjZvUNzH2v8qk0P0QGO8VwUyn5Y0BB6y_oF8Ji1DYhx9zjr4bMs2uhF40/s400/DSC_7998+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680882286064069794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2OnLlbuCtGncsZnwKx3B3Hnk6YG9dxTM2D3N_usoQ2tCU40LAVQIHF9rJBFe0Dz67pZCSFiRTuHZuMKnrTxZYq5cjbBQBFgdzMI3uNCD92b6gQNuEMmiMPlyhpdBTJJVlbch944peHPo/s1600/DSC_7983+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2OnLlbuCtGncsZnwKx3B3Hnk6YG9dxTM2D3N_usoQ2tCU40LAVQIHF9rJBFe0Dz67pZCSFiRTuHZuMKnrTxZYq5cjbBQBFgdzMI3uNCD92b6gQNuEMmiMPlyhpdBTJJVlbch944peHPo/s400/DSC_7983+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680882280075456418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWKwoDtGwC89COKTcTMw7IG7oqxqiPUc8GujtX09aI7dcj6jKBNMHnDnThyz7Pp1khasm7HX9Qi_WQjvXFUsqVDgicqsIU3w2lOErbubITURAr752xmos0vqqQ_1IJJVAhSk9_AaR5Fw/s1600/DSC_7976+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWKwoDtGwC89COKTcTMw7IG7oqxqiPUc8GujtX09aI7dcj6jKBNMHnDnThyz7Pp1khasm7HX9Qi_WQjvXFUsqVDgicqsIU3w2lOErbubITURAr752xmos0vqqQ_1IJJVAhSk9_AaR5Fw/s400/DSC_7976+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680882268291349362" /></a><br /><br />Ajunsi la destinatie, am montat corturile si socializat cu oamenii. Partea ciudata era ca nu vedeam unde e satul, desi cica eram in Chilling...locul de campat fiind, de fapt, aproape de drum, iar satul undeva deasupra, ascuns. Ce stiam eu despre locul asta: ca de aici se face rafting pe Zanskar si ca este unul din putinele locuri in care inca se mai practica mestesugurile vechi, de genul facut vase din arama, bronz, manual. <br /><br />A doua zi, mi am petrecut vreo ora, cel putin, in compania unor albine care isi luau micul dejun in tufa cu flori de langa cortul meu. Initial totul a inceput in joaca, facand poze, apoi aparatul a devenit doar un pretext pentru a lasa deoparte lumea oamenilor mari. Nu mai tin minte daca am mancat ceva in dimineatza aia, dar imi aduc aminte perfect starea cu care mi-am inceput ziua: ma simteam ca in Eden, inainte sa manance cei doi din mar. Totul era in perfecta armonie, soarele, muntii, sunetul apei, florile, albinele si toate celelalte lucruri nevazute.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRYTwQspPxqdh5KcSUDcgWC3gAcC01z3FVaXzQc54sOiA3ZVZXC_H5DQkxOOPvwfc13AsXJul4dtwhXlo2-BN26Z-iiNEBXQhwThHaTTW3jqZpa7LtXOFwOM0VtIgEyrwPg6_Odf23fg/s1600/DSC_8061.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRYTwQspPxqdh5KcSUDcgWC3gAcC01z3FVaXzQc54sOiA3ZVZXC_H5DQkxOOPvwfc13AsXJul4dtwhXlo2-BN26Z-iiNEBXQhwThHaTTW3jqZpa7LtXOFwOM0VtIgEyrwPg6_Odf23fg/s400/DSC_8061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680886473669458946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8XRmtBElI_a-JoJPYko7rA3e008AlAvRAX-oAyrHis3L0am2oIJwNk4tbs-KmVo-Jds93bqfSXV6yx12y11QhpOpqHIqbKrXnJmpkqGxOWp10JH3NPLjt_u_asoZvY0HERbgOGsG2zw8/s1600/DSC_8089+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8XRmtBElI_a-JoJPYko7rA3e008AlAvRAX-oAyrHis3L0am2oIJwNk4tbs-KmVo-Jds93bqfSXV6yx12y11QhpOpqHIqbKrXnJmpkqGxOWp10JH3NPLjt_u_asoZvY0HERbgOGsG2zw8/s400/DSC_8089+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680886460815639954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDos-ZE1tnI8MsfemRQ6lAnDW-Sj_IPYvg8VBA9TDVH6sKhOw57EwhZotAf2On-z4_d_VecXV8kakQQB5NVGUociWwBWLXVcvopfqQuzWv0_rcArqvyac6Q-obQYT9mI7Wh3LRIZJ_EyE/s1600/DSC_8094+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDos-ZE1tnI8MsfemRQ6lAnDW-Sj_IPYvg8VBA9TDVH6sKhOw57EwhZotAf2On-z4_d_VecXV8kakQQB5NVGUociWwBWLXVcvopfqQuzWv0_rcArqvyac6Q-obQYT9mI7Wh3LRIZJ_EyE/s400/DSC_8094+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680886453306819954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OiyDahjTQQLL3rq1y5pAAusY6XWI9nERa81fnXfwwlnEEfk8ZbsR23dAiMBO7qhGdv8JMcOGr6R4YdI32fo1rFZjf4nB18WxoL7OX_flvueFUvPhHfJveeGYM0VtsOptV_WSCdiI8zY/s1600/DSC_8036+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OiyDahjTQQLL3rq1y5pAAusY6XWI9nERa81fnXfwwlnEEfk8ZbsR23dAiMBO7qhGdv8JMcOGr6R4YdI32fo1rFZjf4nB18WxoL7OX_flvueFUvPhHfJveeGYM0VtsOptV_WSCdiI8zY/s400/DSC_8036+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680886444661703778" /></a><br /><br />Si pentru ca ziua a inceput atat de bine, nu putea sa continue decat in acelasi mod. urmat o plimbare cu un soi de tiroliana (nu stiu exact cum sa o numesc)-singura modalitate de a traversa raul pentru a intra intr-un traseu de trekking in Marka Valley. Un loc strategic, deosebit de important, mai ales pentru cei care aveau planuri mari de traversat muntii. Uneori poate lua si o zi intreaga asteptarea la punctul de trecere, iar cand o sa vedeti pozele o sa intelegeti de ce. Cu acea cutiuta mica trecea totul dincolo: oameni, oale, cratite, rucsaci, provizii de mancare, orice (cred ca mai putin cai sau magari)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidviTiA1uslJ4HiXGE6Oi47mBFN3mpBwQiYRKTwXI5ppyn2IOVfODk2voVrwEntt5j_6Sc75fLCZah5dL-wowgHDjc7N5fiOyVVpqrKFfMX1UkmWeoTaUHlZBcUsUSNWeNhQgwgTJNgYA/s1600/DSC_8163.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidviTiA1uslJ4HiXGE6Oi47mBFN3mpBwQiYRKTwXI5ppyn2IOVfODk2voVrwEntt5j_6Sc75fLCZah5dL-wowgHDjc7N5fiOyVVpqrKFfMX1UkmWeoTaUHlZBcUsUSNWeNhQgwgTJNgYA/s400/DSC_8163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680887756973108322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvUKtdNhtr8GKCdCL2vreUSop8FRKlsQu2oQfMWeNFLGMfZTdcmqknZq1u-xPJ5S4SZPpDKVUxGd5o59ieY-3WzsRytgbQAB6d9wCezKwwvX0LNJ8qoRSw_NBJKIqhCsRmufqq07JwY8/s1600/DSC_8160.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvUKtdNhtr8GKCdCL2vreUSop8FRKlsQu2oQfMWeNFLGMfZTdcmqknZq1u-xPJ5S4SZPpDKVUxGd5o59ieY-3WzsRytgbQAB6d9wCezKwwvX0LNJ8qoRSw_NBJKIqhCsRmufqq07JwY8/s400/DSC_8160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680887738586122754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdSEICK9Vq-S7WsMQkIHUvlOOcDT4JrICtBDBVSCkAGLYHwZ3iGNguKxrelFrYrMWUW4xAIOgd6wRy1gtOdW1yZefCm-2FXSgRK-aHADXXnW3C0rXODXtgbDj7-klNVE68phDBO1YT9CU/s1600/DSC_8156.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdSEICK9Vq-S7WsMQkIHUvlOOcDT4JrICtBDBVSCkAGLYHwZ3iGNguKxrelFrYrMWUW4xAIOgd6wRy1gtOdW1yZefCm-2FXSgRK-aHADXXnW3C0rXODXtgbDj7-klNVE68phDBO1YT9CU/s400/DSC_8156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680887728979671970" /></a><br /><br />Dar, cea mai mare bucurie a fost vizita in sat. Ca sa ajungi in el, tre sa urci ditamai dealul, dupa care incep drumurile inguste, tipice, ca intr-un labirint. Era atata liniste in satul asta, incat aveai impresia ca a disparut timpul. Cat am stat acolo am avut tot timpul impresia ca e duminica(desi era marti, cred)..si ca ar putea dura duminica aia...ani, daca stai acolo. Ma gandeam "cum ar fi sa fie duminica pentru vreo 2-3 ani asa?" <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8Xk-NvVaz-0IQe8QDq9v36laGmcS8Di5yX-SISkQXcyXdTKcjKKLfCxx7hn3N0XoLUEWKSJqm1TOWL-M_0AbGIyr_U6mrXWnwr93Fzve3ZSDXMp8G_DT0_h2krlQEDhr5DwHxd2MU48/s1600/DSC_8204.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8Xk-NvVaz-0IQe8QDq9v36laGmcS8Di5yX-SISkQXcyXdTKcjKKLfCxx7hn3N0XoLUEWKSJqm1TOWL-M_0AbGIyr_U6mrXWnwr93Fzve3ZSDXMp8G_DT0_h2krlQEDhr5DwHxd2MU48/s400/DSC_8204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680890557265390162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_2JYW8Z7qLkSc7ajTjGVlOk6AbCc6e3rHFxo4H0UX2F-qRTdhWGjhM3lXlpm4rcyRMMUwHkg0KnBGknW9T5hM5iol1rz0wiWfG6viREejYaBnZ5UuwoLyE7e1DhNGkU_fZc9LAqmFfU/s1600/DSC_8192+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_2JYW8Z7qLkSc7ajTjGVlOk6AbCc6e3rHFxo4H0UX2F-qRTdhWGjhM3lXlpm4rcyRMMUwHkg0KnBGknW9T5hM5iol1rz0wiWfG6viREejYaBnZ5UuwoLyE7e1DhNGkU_fZc9LAqmFfU/s400/DSC_8192+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680890545709576978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuu9C2rnOL6PZEIn-0X1L4tMlNoo1OHVJuJQgAOxt8VDMY1NbnHnzAbfQRllcNQ4tChhn3h76mOyOFODiWF9BWTm0emDuPfG26fFCro2OX6S6QUKg4JuyvIeep73ebdw_9Qqlf1EG87Uo/s1600/DSC_8189.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuu9C2rnOL6PZEIn-0X1L4tMlNoo1OHVJuJQgAOxt8VDMY1NbnHnzAbfQRllcNQ4tChhn3h76mOyOFODiWF9BWTm0emDuPfG26fFCro2OX6S6QUKg4JuyvIeep73ebdw_9Qqlf1EG87Uo/s400/DSC_8189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680890543113914402" /></a><br /><br />Cireasa de pe tort a fost, insa, vizita la unul din mestesugarii pentru care venisem eu aici. Ne-a intampinat fetita lui, Spiridusa Sefa, de care eu m-am indragostit instant si inca nu mi-a trecut. Ca si in alte situatii, toata conversatia noastra s-a desfasurat la nivel inalt de zambete si priviri pline de semnificatii. Tatal ei mi-a facut o bratara si ne-a aratat cum lucreaza si ce avutie are. Era atata linsite si placere in omul asta, cand modela metalul, incat nu-mi puteam imagina cum e posibil sa fie lumea si altfel decat e acolo. Asta e sentimentul pe care il am atunci cand ma intalnesc cu perfectiunea. Stiti senzatia aia, cand ascultati un muzician si vi se pare ca ce face el acolo e super usor si natural si ca oricine poate asa ceva? Cam asa definesc eu perfectiunea: momentul in care lucrurile apar simple, naturale si fac din tine un zambet cu doua picioare care molipseste tot in jur.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmzWaUMXp_CSND8zcJWwJkjzITZ13n7Rq6O8MtFevBzPANjPWAz_nqW3PX-lzbxn3ft-S1Ui_c1CBcEMyKa9RM6a385EvXI58n5mH7q48eIXrMhHpBDQrWiKjV9sx_9J5bdWFmRBCQFY/s1600/DSC_8227.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmzWaUMXp_CSND8zcJWwJkjzITZ13n7Rq6O8MtFevBzPANjPWAz_nqW3PX-lzbxn3ft-S1Ui_c1CBcEMyKa9RM6a385EvXI58n5mH7q48eIXrMhHpBDQrWiKjV9sx_9J5bdWFmRBCQFY/s400/DSC_8227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680895014606821618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjryCtZTLEIpRr2mNVYOb7P_QUTp5UCxpNUSNGJl5YLxCziEyOGBJHePOCOd2_snAadbRyv-IX7GLg05i4Mz9E0ySHasWY_PP7P8ACj3e-0qEHSA55FCscjY8j8gO5ntJ9VBrGxNz7o7nU/s1600/DSC_8225.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheoI6VkptR9v5kXHefFFEWwte7SXr20Zq7ELLA9p4VzbJiPGaageXQgXvrxIR9W5ebZF_Y6VS13QPnO_68vQuAsbNBrM5fpJhtqkvhCXvBTcD4yaxqSIptGgO5A2An5opokHMvuMWf5AQ/s400/DSC_8236+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680895636313213922" /></a><br /><br />Disneyland-ul vostru care este?Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-8006586154440211582011-11-03T08:28:00.004+02:002011-11-03T08:34:17.605+02:00copiii au talentPustiul acesta m-a invatat un nou mod de comunicare, prin sunete. Timp de 10-15 minute ne-am conversat prin sunete muzicale. Avea un an si ceva si era de o dezinvoltura molipsitoare. Namgyal se uita la noi uimit, probabil gandindu-se "dubiosi sunt strainii astia. fata asta a dat in mintea copiilor". Eu ii cantam scurte motive din cateva sunete, iar el ma imita perfect. Cand a venit partea cu dansatul....m-a dat pe spate total. <br />Asta se intampla in tabara de nomazi de la Tsomoriri<br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dt3i3iBpjd8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-4931850487951895012011-11-01T23:52:00.002+02:002011-11-02T00:07:47.371+02:00Workshop-Ceasul tonalitatilorIncepand cu 5 noiembrie, voi tine o serie de workshopuri despre muzica, adresate tuturor (profesionisti si amatori de muzica). Acestea vor avea loc la studio-ul foto Photodesign, situat vizavi de facultatea de drept. <br /><br />Scopul acestor cursuri este de a traduce tainele muzicii pe intelesul tuturor. Cele adresate elevilor si studentilor au ca teme de dezbatere probleme legate de teoria muzicii si interpretare. Cele pentru toata lumea vor cuprinde prezentari ale compozitorilor importanti si a lucrarilor importante/celebre, din istoria muzicii, pe intelesul tuturor, astfel ca atunci cand suntem in sala de concert sa fim "ca acasa" si nu intr-o tara straina, unde nu intelegem nimic.<br /><br />Primul curs, Ceasul tonalitatilor, va avea loc in data de 5 noiembrie si se adreseaza celor care sunt incepatori in studiul muzicii sau care inca nu stapanesc bine cunostintele despre tonalitate (game, diezi, bemoli la cheie, etc.)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41UMVCXOMtE_Zw-lxaqcT8doK_lK2QyDm5r7De3NYjPWT0lsKYmwmaWHmAz-kEPBMNB1o1tswD_8uXVwoesHEroETIULE84EOgNY-ZWswac1LPqibv30xgjJLbzefNQcQywByqga2f7s/s1600/afish.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41UMVCXOMtE_Zw-lxaqcT8doK_lK2QyDm5r7De3NYjPWT0lsKYmwmaWHmAz-kEPBMNB1o1tswD_8uXVwoesHEroETIULE84EOgNY-ZWswac1LPqibv30xgjJLbzefNQcQywByqga2f7s/s400/afish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670148952092843490" /></a>Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-80477493248028236082011-10-02T17:17:00.010+03:002011-10-11T20:01:29.752+03:00Wishlist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiAjwCbDDoNh__HSGvB3kA_fAUbg4Y07rv2Gync1gn15xzQsZCQkbfziZxaoJCbfZhdVv4ygzn_ux6wscliZCmtnjr4y4j2ZzKmujCqjvzivpLo5IOcZgObB4IbBuxVF4PVBe91K_vFOo/s1600/DSC_6760+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiAjwCbDDoNh__HSGvB3kA_fAUbg4Y07rv2Gync1gn15xzQsZCQkbfziZxaoJCbfZhdVv4ygzn_ux6wscliZCmtnjr4y4j2ZzKmujCqjvzivpLo5IOcZgObB4IbBuxVF4PVBe91K_vFOo/s400/DSC_6760+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658902411248504162" /></a><br /><br />Pentru ca mai sunt 10 zile pana la trecerea in cel de-al 32 lea an de viata, m-am gandit sa arunc in spatiu cateva din dorintele arzatoare ale momentului, in speranta ca poate cineva acolo sus le aude si le va transforma in realitate.<br /><br />1. Bilet la concertul Jane Birkin-ADJUDECAT-ANCA<br />2. Bilet la concertul Anouar Brahem-ADJUDECAT-ROXANA<br />3. Hard disk extern<br />4. Izopren gros<br />5. Curea pantaloni-ADJUDECAT TEO<br />6. Geaca Goretex<br />7. Boxe sau casti Bose<br />8. Vitezometru pentru Bitzi-ADJUDECAT ALINA+SORIN<br />Lista ramane deschisa :)<br /><br />Update: Cafea si ceai cu ganoderma<br /> Sandale Teva Hurricane (marimea 37)<br /><br />Update2: obiectiv Nikon 50mm<br /> perna antialergica si o minune sa scap de alergie si sa pot respira ca tot omu'<br /><br />As mai vrea sa fac scoala de soferi si un curs de radiestezie...Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-90023602126599101472011-09-19T15:52:00.002+03:002011-10-09T23:28:17.867+03:00Parfum Givenchy-Absolutely iresistible 50 mlVand Parfum Givenchy-Absolutely iresistible-50ml.<br /><br />Pret: 150 Roni.<br /><br />Vandut.Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-67881241703072186702011-09-15T21:55:00.020+03:002011-09-16T00:07:26.167+03:00Nunta tibetanaCand am fost invitata la aceasta nunta am fost extrem de incantata. Aveam sa asist la unul din ritualurile importante din viata omului. Stiam ceva vag despre mireasa si cum ca ar fi o nunta aranjata, dar nu aveam idee ce inseamna asta de fapt si de drept, in practica. <br />Pe scurt, in Ladakh problema casatoriei este una extrem de complicata si complexa. Un aspect ar fi ca nu prea sunt tolerate combinatiile intre tibetani si ladakhi. Nici o combinatie de tibetan-musulman, de ex, nu este foarte fericita. Cu alte cuvinte e de preferat sa nu se amestece religiile. <br /><br />Un alt aspect f important il reprezinta trecutul familiei.Arborele genealogic este foarte atent cercetat, iar daca ai ghinionul ca cineva din trecut sa fi facut ceva prostii, e f posibil sa se anuleze casatoria.<br /><br />Desi suntem in secolul XXI, iar acolo este inima buddismului-ceea ce eu interpretam a fi ultima ramasita unde iubirea si compasiunea mult propovaduita ar fi omniprezente, lucrurile nu stau chiar asa;nu stau chiar deloc asa. Casatoriile aranjate de familii sunt inca foarte frecvente; nu vreau sa zic majoritare, desi senzatia mea in urma povestilor ascultate cam asta era...<br /><br />Oamenii in Ladakh se casatoresc foarte devreme. Foarte rare sunt cazurile in care o femeie ajunge la 30 de ani nemaritata, si daca ajunge, presiunea familiei e imensa.<br /><br />Pe scurt povestea mirilor:ea-tibetana, locuieste in Elvetia, el-indian, lucrator la societatea care face drumurile in Ladakh(un serviciu foarte onorabil, pt ca e la stat. Familiile au facut conexiunea, se cunosc de 4 luni si nu cred ca e mare iubire la mijloc, ca sa nu zic deloc...Cam asa aratau la nunta:<br /><br />el<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LRsLvKnDeY4AyBPsb1C4Swkj17DDGdQFFPG6DIWfUk55lF93XoqIos2sBYOTwCuJ66osxoPfy3KN9KqOGRepANHqayLufyExgYxw9Gg4rLdReOk7imzdOae8UGq4CXTRreYLWEE9txI/s1600/DSC_6953.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LRsLvKnDeY4AyBPsb1C4Swkj17DDGdQFFPG6DIWfUk55lF93XoqIos2sBYOTwCuJ66osxoPfy3KN9KqOGRepANHqayLufyExgYxw9Gg4rLdReOk7imzdOae8UGq4CXTRreYLWEE9txI/s400/DSC_6953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652678213124820178" /></a><br /><br />ea<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhacqv3xtVKaljFz6vvHOHsK0cbJ_8gI_xs16IhAoWc_3YgfkN8ObTBZylUFk39G9EkvwEFZ2zepC-OjJRnryfDBPls-28c1CcZQj_0NAoigoBVxMJm3aV_H0zdNXq6BfapmuqdWU2Iw9M/s1600/DSC_6975.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhacqv3xtVKaljFz6vvHOHsK0cbJ_8gI_xs16IhAoWc_3YgfkN8ObTBZylUFk39G9EkvwEFZ2zepC-OjJRnryfDBPls-28c1CcZQj_0NAoigoBVxMJm3aV_H0zdNXq6BfapmuqdWU2Iw9M/s400/DSC_6975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652678869641407442" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmzMtwQG_CQxgJd_B0SBgk6v_APewC7zSy2dxgJNX6tEZynKpO0NAYXX7NdRe3IYq2bz1GRRtUZJyVZd9MTXvsg-WBmn6wBob-KvZ6cGZfrOlqHisQ7gAfBJXZvhYqTO-s_L-CchoQNRY/s1600/DSC_6990.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmzMtwQG_CQxgJd_B0SBgk6v_APewC7zSy2dxgJNX6tEZynKpO0NAYXX7NdRe3IYq2bz1GRRtUZJyVZd9MTXvsg-WBmn6wBob-KvZ6cGZfrOlqHisQ7gAfBJXZvhYqTO-s_L-CchoQNRY/s400/DSC_6990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652679145586092994" /></a><br /><br />Cat am stat in preajma lor, n-am vazut nici macar o urma de zambet pe fata lui. Ea mai zambea, dar nu prea era zambetul ei, dar macar de ochii lumii..tot facea ceva.<br /><br />Despre ceremonie: incepe dimineatza pe la 10, mirii cu familia si cu lama care le spune rugaciunile stau toata ceremonia intr-o camera, separati de nuntasi, imbracati traditional. Acolo primesc invitatii, cadourile, katele, si felicitarile. Toate astea se intampla undeva dupa masa, in jurul orei 4. In rest, tot timpul se perinda lumea sa i felicite. Domnisoara de onoare si cavalerul stau tot timpul cu ei. Nunta se termina undeva seara, in jur de 8, cu dansuri.<br /><br />Ce fac nuntasii in tot acest timp: petrec ceva mai mult ca mirii. Ei stau in cort, frumos decorat, mananca si beau pe saturate si se converseaza. Atmosfera din cort e una de sarbatoare si petrecere, cu mentiunea ca cei pentru care e facuta petrecerea sunt pedepsiti sa stea in camaruta. Asta inca n am reusit sa inteleg cum vine...Inainte de masa de pranz se servesc tot soiu de aperitive, multe cu carne muuulta, sau orez dulce cu stafide, biscuiti, bere, sucuri, milk tea sau salted tea.<br /><br />Impresii personale: am perceput-o ca pe cea mai trista nunta la care am fost vreodata. Daca printre nuntasi mai aveai sentimentul ca participi la o sarbatoare, langa miri te simteai ca la inmormantare. Poate ca pentru ei asta a si fost: inmormantarea libertatii fiecaruia. Mi-a fost greu sa accept diferenta colosala intre ceea ce imi imaginam eu despre buddism si budisti si realitatea din viata lor. In acele momente, incercand sa ma pun in locul miresei, m-am simtit fericita pentru ca sunt libera. Dupa aceasta experienta, povestind cu prietenii mei, care aproape toti sunt insurati, am constatat ca mai toti au avut parte de aceeasi soarta(unii sunt ladakhi, altii musulmani).<br /><br />Mi se pare trist ca la nunta ta sa nu poti zambi.<br />Mi se pare trist ca de nunta ta sa nu te poti bucura alaturi de invitati.<br />Mi se pare trist ca la nunta ta sa stai o zi intreaga jos, intr-o camera, fara aer, sa te sufoci. <br />Dar cel mai trist mi se pare sa-ti legi viata de o persoana cu care nu ai afinitati pentru asa ceva. Sa trebuiasca sa o vezi zi de zi, sa faci copii, sa incerci sa faci sa functioneze ceva ce nu vine in mod firesc. <br /><br />Papa KOLA<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhphMEFrw4hozfDfSDyKh5LalnvIa46gVFpxEexSbSIx1KB2nGi5hEeqnvts2dAHOKpX7MbScFUCKSJkFmjBDv46qmzx0I-mZ3ResOVbNB-OjTflTaL9vkJaFcJJ_hzHpC-ltEZAiloR8w/s1600/DSC_6798.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhphMEFrw4hozfDfSDyKh5LalnvIa46gVFpxEexSbSIx1KB2nGi5hEeqnvts2dAHOKpX7MbScFUCKSJkFmjBDv46qmzx0I-mZ3ResOVbNB-OjTflTaL9vkJaFcJJ_hzHpC-ltEZAiloR8w/s400/DSC_6798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652686526600951250" /></a><br /><br /><br />mama Dolma<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglORA2kGzArJbEoZrllquYqROzFabLM_0_qlQY7ksjKVjY6ER6hyphenhyphenGLr6llHjcETPs3LxxnwUkWKXHSi_b7q-At3BFu1gZj_5PXPgoISYk1o7KYa9LYGOk0-mfnyqWvt_02X0AqlJk0JtM/s1600/DSC_6806.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglORA2kGzArJbEoZrllquYqROzFabLM_0_qlQY7ksjKVjY6ER6hyphenhyphenGLr6llHjcETPs3LxxnwUkWKXHSi_b7q-At3BFu1gZj_5PXPgoISYk1o7KYa9LYGOk0-mfnyqWvt_02X0AqlJk0JtM/s400/DSC_6806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652686957443977442" /></a><br /><br />Teppee, my crazy sister<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBrX9XvELR79hyFm5RERbbBIfMf2PD-9ImpHQhdtk4NLPmBlV_Cv3Y-But-6VLUsSw_OxODhCnBP4jJIbCsXOf_fB_TnXylWKbWchpQXnkiN5o3z-FOQZeNKV71DP4cOXS1EOq8_bnlk/s1600/DSC_6909.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBrX9XvELR79hyFm5RERbbBIfMf2PD-9ImpHQhdtk4NLPmBlV_Cv3Y-But-6VLUsSw_OxODhCnBP4jJIbCsXOf_fB_TnXylWKbWchpQXnkiN5o3z-FOQZeNKV71DP4cOXS1EOq8_bnlk/s400/DSC_6909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652687345374522018" /></a><br /><br />un aperitiv-muuulta carne spicy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-d9OlK5lBiP_1SdqYOUa2vCMdqp_x494DW7DPHvwa10TQnbCGMIWK-PRwd3gJ0gRbRyLVXOhIuAJdY0e6ZI4mAsDg3uS0iM7iywVT0-7ki1LogGDfybVGotkxT9ohAJCEgRK1meDSTc0/s1600/DSC_6824.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-d9OlK5lBiP_1SdqYOUa2vCMdqp_x494DW7DPHvwa10TQnbCGMIWK-PRwd3gJ0gRbRyLVXOhIuAJdY0e6ZI4mAsDg3uS0iM7iywVT0-7ki1LogGDfybVGotkxT9ohAJCEgRK1meDSTc0/s400/DSC_6824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652687716030115618" /></a><br /><br />orez de bun venit<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVeC2HHBRDYnL-4bWq1XdCa2tddQqFK8l_9FaFQwrSLjHLdNMS4A1puCnjsrVqlPrDa2oW9oAdz5J7YBkGScP4PgJqPmEnD2f2xNJjA16SafaIqNlI6eI8lR5YDqYvmikNOrkTgSP-YY/s1600/DSC_6830.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVeC2HHBRDYnL-4bWq1XdCa2tddQqFK8l_9FaFQwrSLjHLdNMS4A1puCnjsrVqlPrDa2oW9oAdz5J7YBkGScP4PgJqPmEnD2f2xNJjA16SafaIqNlI6eI8lR5YDqYvmikNOrkTgSP-YY/s400/DSC_6830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652687929211010786" /></a><br /><br />Timmo-painici coapte in interior si crude pe exterior. Astea+salata au fost tot ce am putut manca, restul mancarii fiind condimentata.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IWQvY7FvU9eAr4Bik70Trv6YsB97opiyouJc8r_PtsTa7vJYzU1otT4sRwmQriBa59J3Bl88V16L_CfJV_qZmhf0na1kdSFp86U6dKTgOmJdDM9tjovCT81WlzxGYO8UyCQoMDPNVSo/s1600/DSC_6893.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IWQvY7FvU9eAr4Bik70Trv6YsB97opiyouJc8r_PtsTa7vJYzU1otT4sRwmQriBa59J3Bl88V16L_CfJV_qZmhf0na1kdSFp86U6dKTgOmJdDM9tjovCT81WlzxGYO8UyCQoMDPNVSo/s400/DSC_6893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652688294569782130" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsQNWt5w7a4E_dGS_NrC-gI9iO_Tr5kiv8J8opk53i_e4FAGeQKjA7O4G2CzKqF0m6BX2VA3lHpCEOVcguX0kFB_C1E9WH1WqG0XN0Gl_4bKwke_moYYzKQ6sya-zFfYiqug7yXT3Qxw/s1600/DSC_6892.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsQNWt5w7a4E_dGS_NrC-gI9iO_Tr5kiv8J8opk53i_e4FAGeQKjA7O4G2CzKqF0m6BX2VA3lHpCEOVcguX0kFB_C1E9WH1WqG0XN0Gl_4bKwke_moYYzKQ6sya-zFfYiqug7yXT3Qxw/s400/DSC_6892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652688850202022002" /></a><br /><br />bauturile binecuvantate<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBGghqd0mvWiSt8oKNjTfT38E3U14t66UWB07oqMGg4CCE1axwlvceL5M7kcogd-Ej_3BwMug0NdudBxD1j03nPQL3gS9OaVGHqZThfWeKgtNEz3JkfVUcTj-g_VU7NvE9-HOi1n1ePA/s1600/DSC_6916+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBGghqd0mvWiSt8oKNjTfT38E3U14t66UWB07oqMGg4CCE1axwlvceL5M7kcogd-Ej_3BwMug0NdudBxD1j03nPQL3gS9OaVGHqZThfWeKgtNEz3JkfVUcTj-g_VU7NvE9-HOi1n1ePA/s400/DSC_6916+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652689196642117682" /></a><br /><br />Kingfisher-probably the best beer in India<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimWDjjo78xXgey9wwMQ8e1uQGuKkzmWO-Z4g4ESCxGlXFfAvrWNJxmTPHLflH4jjqqGgEg3D4n1kNez9olHDnzhJ11GlBbvwifxAM0y_jlEKp5BnbakeUwVVZMJ8B19vwjrk6T01sMokU/s1600/DSC_7031.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lk-zlK7DEEqzIwhTOWqE3-2jp7wOmuVqfSar0zt-qEodm-W522xtddfSiqukgI-KcxBKZSszbwH4IGhNx7ElqX5mQKOBeJ7f4imBnKHHfNHtC1AXKEtEeotplWzbfHscq6PQulzhKTk/s400/DSC_7025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652692277915625634" /></a><br /><br /><br />In concluzie: aceasta nunta a fost unul din multele momente care m-au fortat sa vad si sa accept realitatea asa cum e ea: peste tot e la fel, nu e nici mai bine nici mai rau ca la noi. Sa apartii unei religii nu e acelasi lucru cu a o practica. Este perfect valabil si in cazul budistilor. Majoritatea cunosc invataturile budiste, dar cu pusul in practica stau destul de prost. Compasiunea, libertatea, iubirea sunt cuvinte mari ...Revelarea acestui adevar trist m-a aruncat in niste stari destul de extreme, penduland intre depresie si fericire. Dar despre asta in alt episod.:)Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-48886060714658033222011-09-04T11:33:00.013+03:002011-09-04T12:56:05.082+03:00Tsomoriri-Living with nomads III
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<br />As recomanda locul asta pentru curatarea mintii, a sufletului si a tot ce vreti voi. Cred ca merita povestite cateva mici experiente traite acolo.
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<br />In primele 2 zile am avut de a face cu o frica puternica de a ramane fara lucruri sau mancare. Nu pot explica de ce aveam aceasta teama ca nomazii ar putea sa mi fure lucrurile din cort cat timp as fi plecata de acolo. A doua zi, cand mi am luat inima in dinti si am facut prima vizita in sat, am avut ceva emotii pana m-am intors si am constatat ca totul era asa cum lasasem. Din momentul ala am inceput sa ma destind. Ce anume m-a facut sa cred ca acei oameni ar putea sa intre in cort si sa fure....nu stiu. Poate toate discutiile din Leh, care duceau spre aceeasi concluzie, ca toata lumea alearga dupa bani si altceva nu mai conteaza in ziua de azi...poate privirea lor ultra curioasa; in fiecare zi, aparea cate cineva care cerceta tot ce era posibil sa vada, in cort sau pe langa. Fie ca erau copii, adulti sau batrani, toti aveau aceleasi reactii- e suficient sa va ganditi la curiozitatea copiilor de 4-5 ani..si o sa va faceti o idee.
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<br />Intr-una din zile am crezut ca mi am pierdut MP3 playerul. Seara am ascultat la el pana am adormit, iar a doua zi, cand sa plec in sat ...nu l-am mai gasit. L am cautat in tot cortul, in toate locurile posibile si imposibile, pe langa cort(gandindu-ma ca poate cand am scuturat sacul de dormit, a cazut pe undeva)...nu a fost de gasit. M am gandit ca poate vreun copil a trecut pe langa cort, l a vazut si l a luat; altfel nu mi puteam explica cum a disparut pur si simplu. Am plecat in sat, trista si oarecum resemnata ca nu mai am player. Seara, cand m-am intors, ce gasesc de cum intru in cort.....playerul, intr-un loc super vizibil, mai sa te impiedici de el. Cum a aparut, unde a disparut, cum s a intors....numa Dzeu stie.
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<br />O alta intamplare foarte draguta a fost plecarea de acolo. Cand am inceput sa fac febra, mi-am zis ca nu prea mai e de stat, pt ca noaptea era frig, iar dormitul in cort, in conditiile astea, plus bonus o saltea care pierdea aer, nu era cea mai fericita optiune. Astfel ca, in ziua cu febra, stand eu mai mult adormita in restaurantul de pe strasse, au venit doua grupuri: unul de spanioli si unul de italieni. Italienii mi-au atras atentia prin ghidul lor, care era extrem de dragut. Spaniolii, vazand ca nu ma simt bine, m-au intrebat daca pot sa ma ajute cu ceva. Cum eu aveam o gramada de pastile, numa de raceala nu, aspirina lor a fost extrem de binevenita. Mi-au spus ca a doua zi urmau sa plece spre Leh si ca daca mai au loc in masina ma iau si pe mine. Minunat, numa ca eu totusi parca preferam sa plec cu ceilalti( cred ca din cauza ghidului ;)) ) Dupa-masa, la cabina cu telefon,de unde puteai suna, ma intalnesc cu ghidul. Eu am vb inaintea lui, cu prietenii din Leh. Dupa convorbire, el, Lobzang, imi zice ca daca vreau, pot sa merg cu el si cu clientul lui, a doua zi, cu o masina. Clientul, un italian, a avut si el mari probleme de sanatate si a fost nevoit sa renunte la munte pt Leh. Sotia lui,a doua zi a plecatMathok (un varf de peste 6000 de langa tabara de nomazi). Totul bun si frumos, mai putin faptul ca soferul a pierdut cheile de la masina si nu stia daca reusea sa o porneasca dimineatza. O alta optiune ar fi fost un minibus -numa ca soferul mi a cerut sa fiu la 6 dimineatza in sat, ceea ce pt mine era extrem de greu de realizat, ca sa nu zic imposibil. In situatia asta, Lobzang a zis ca sa vin dimineatzxa la cat vreau eu, ca ei ma asteapta si om vedea cum plecam de acolo...Pe langa asta mai era o problema importanta: cum sa car bagajul din tabara in sat; aveam cort, greu, rucsacul mare si rucsacul mic si geanta foto. Seara am inceput sa-mi imaginez cum a doua zi, dupa ce termin de strans, o sa apara o masina care sa ma duc a in sat. Stiam ca dimineatza veneau jeepuri in tabara, asa ca am sperat din tot sufletul ca si cand am eu nevoie va aparea unul la timpul potrivit. Atat de tare am dorit masina aia, incat am ajuns sa cred ca era ceva cat se poate de sigur si de stabilit sa se intample.
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<br />Dimineatza, ma apuc eu sa strang, vecinul meu vine si ma ajuta, eu ii dau mancarea care mi ramasese si pun mana pe bagaje...rucsacul mare, cu cortul in el, abia puteam sa-l ridic de jos, cred ca avea vreo 25-30 de kg.cat faceam eu bagajul, 2 jeepuri au aparut in peisaj. Cand am terminat de strans tot si am constatat cam ce bagaj am...m-am asezat pe o piatra si am asteptat sa vina oamenii. N-a durat mai mult de cateva minute...ca sa zic asa, au venit fix la timp sa nu intarzii la intalnirea cu ceilalti. Eu le-am zis ca incerc sa ajung la 7:30 in sat. Ajunsa in sat, masina m-a lasat undeva in vale, iar eu trebuia sa ma vad cu ei la restaurant, ceea ce inseamna ca aveam de urcat un deal nu tocmai usor. Iar dilema: cum car astea pana sus? Nici n-am coborat bine din masina, ca Lobzang si Carlos au aparut instant. Pana sa ma dumiresc eu ce si cum, Lobzang era deja sus cu rucsacul meu in spinare, iar masina era gata de plecare. In 5 minute eram deja pe drum. Si surprizele nu s-au oprit aici; aflu ca o sa mergem pe alta ruta decat cea normala, mai lunga, dar o sa vedem si un alt lac, Tsokar,-lucru la care ma gandisem inainte sa plec din Leh. ( ceva de genul; ce misto ar fi ca la intoarcere sa ajung cumva si la Tsokar, pt ca nu l-am vazut pana acum). Astea au fost suprizele placute; pot spune ca in ziua aia m-am simtit ca un copil care e rasplatit din plin pt ca a fost cuminte...
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<br />vechea manastire Tsokar
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<br />si o veche statuie, aflata intr-un coridor intunecat
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<br />Carlos si Lobzang, la Tangla La
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<br />Partea mai dura a fost cu drumul-extrem de prost. Am facut vreo 10 ore pana in Leh, cu mici opriri pe drum. Din cauza inundatiilor de anul trecut, tot drumul e in lucru, si desi se numeste autostrada....e 80% offroad acum. Am sperat ca e asa numa in partea de sus, de peste 4000m, dar nu! A fost asa aproape tot!
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<br />In concluzie: Inca mai exista locuri pe lumea asta in care te poti curata de toate mizeriile si gunoaiele adunate zi de zi din lumea moderna. Totul este sa le cauti si mai ales, sa crezi in puterea lor....Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-18429091216208329122011-08-30T16:54:00.009+03:002011-08-30T18:03:38.319+03:00Tsomoriri-Living with nomads II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzqAJpw98O2XvkVTi0bbxRG8HKRZ7bkDgbOc-LxZ5bnYSvi2dZO8QeF-nj_DMVlkB-eeMQmDF2zn2ivoHoIFZXwHiXqLeqpHnn6FmbZfW2qogNm4b6DK-087eflnfoeVaQ238dbDtpKw/s1600/DSC_8940+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzqAJpw98O2XvkVTi0bbxRG8HKRZ7bkDgbOc-LxZ5bnYSvi2dZO8QeF-nj_DMVlkB-eeMQmDF2zn2ivoHoIFZXwHiXqLeqpHnn6FmbZfW2qogNm4b6DK-087eflnfoeVaQ238dbDtpKw/s400/DSC_8940+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646663685121028386" /></a>
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<br />Korzok este un sat unde pare ca inca n-au patruns tristetea, mania, incruntarea-cel putin nu alea pe care le stim noi. Acolo oamenii par a sta de vorba mai mult cu Dumnezeu decat intre ei, iar copiii sunt guvernatorii asezarii; prezenti peste tot, in numar incredibil de mare raportat la cat de mic e satul, ai senzatia ca esti in lumea lor si trebuie sa te supui regulilor ei (cea mai importanta e ca trebuie sa ai in permanenta in buzunar dulciuri).
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<br />In cele 3 zile cat am tot stat prin sat, principala activitate a localnicilor a fost sa stea in manastire, de dimineatza pana seara in jur de 6. Femeile imbracate ca de sarbatoare tot timpul, barbatii frecand mataniile non stop, copiii cu mic cu mare, toti erau in manastire sau pe langa. Nu stiu cand munceau oamenii astia sau daca luau pauza de pranz, pentru ca din timp in timp se servea salt tea (specitif tibetan), iar in rest stateau tot timpul in manastire.
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<br />Atmosfera in interior era una foarte relaxata. Calugarii citeau din cartile lor, mai cantau din cand in cand, oamenii ascultau, se rugau sau conversau intre ei, copiii alergau di colo colo, fara sa deranjeze pe nimeni. Intr-un cuvant as spune ca era un loc placut unde sa-ti petreci timpul si sa asimilezi (in caz ca intelegi tibetana) invataturile lui Buddha.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHkrlIGxeDTLBqgt950tEd1XnCJnjnuhDaC0uMP27Vn6SbYAPSwqbz6Jk1cpJNjBzUkB9JS6KVeQ_fY0FvdLUOTosG_t7f0rf1Jx-_fv6aKlIbdmR3t-OzX8Z6HAnO-OOgsRT36eGHoRU/s1600/DSC_9170.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHkrlIGxeDTLBqgt950tEd1XnCJnjnuhDaC0uMP27Vn6SbYAPSwqbz6Jk1cpJNjBzUkB9JS6KVeQ_fY0FvdLUOTosG_t7f0rf1Jx-_fv6aKlIbdmR3t-OzX8Z6HAnO-OOgsRT36eGHoRU/s400/DSC_9170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646656427295850722" /></a>Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-31823472227229150002011-08-18T08:58:00.015+03:002011-08-18T10:59:28.777+03:00Tsomoriri-Living with nomads ITsomoriri s-a dovedit a fi din nou o destinatie cu nabadai.Plecarea acolo parca a fost un deja vu de anul trecut. 2 jeepuri impartite cu altii-anulate in ziua dinaintea plecarii. Pana si persmiul necesar in zona s-a dovedit a fi obtinut cu greutate, cu ajutor din partea prietenilor. Exact ca si anul trecut, prietenii mei de la Traveller's Paradise m-au scos din incurcatura si au facut posibila plecarea mea acolo la data stabilita. Cam asa arata vremea dimineatza la 7, in drum spre Tsomoriri:
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<br />O mica mostra despre ce inseamna drumuri si condus in India; daca nu ai loc pe sosea, o largesti tu cat ai nevoie, unde e posibil, bineinteles:
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<br />Vremea a fost innorata mai tot timpul, iar Tsomoriri m-a intampinat de data asta cu ceva total nou: frig, ploaie si o alta perspectiva asupra lacurilor:
<br />Tsochuck-fratele mai mic al lui Tsomoriri
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<br />Ajunsi in Korzok, intr-un timp record as zice (sub 6 ore) am mancat o omleta, baut un chai si cautat cai pentru transportul in tabara nomazilor. Raspunsul la intrebarea cat costa un cal pentru destinatia mea ( care e la vreo 2 km distanta de sat), m-a lovit: 500 de rupii-un pret enorm pt cat efort e necesar. L-am rugat pe sofer sa ma duca acolo, ceea ce a si facut, ba chiar m a ajutat sa mi montez si cortul. Totul m-a costat 150 de rupii, adica o bere pt el si un cico pentru prietena lui, eventual..si asta pt ca am vrut eu sa i dau.
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<br />colectivul de onoare al asezarii m-a intampinat cum se cuvine:
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<br />casuta mea pentru 4 zile..
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<br />dimineatza-ora 7
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<br />In fiecare dimineatza am avut parte de o trezire speciala; High altitude orchestra avea concert incepand cu ora 6 si tinea vreo 2 ore. High alttiude orchestra are in componenta vreo cateva zeci de capre, oi, magari, iaci, dzo, caini. Solistul principal a fost un magar care noaptea studia, iar dimineatza concerta. Prima noapte a fost destul de alba pentru mine, pentru ca magarul cu pricina isi facea vocalizele cam o data la 15 minute, si nu de putine ori fix langa cortul meu, astfel ca aveam senzatia ca e in cort si nu afara.
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<br />Activitatile in camping erau cam asa: dimineatza la 6 incepea concertul, apoi instrumentistii isi luau micul dejun dupa care se asezau frumos si organizat la muls. Dupa asta mergeau la pascut iar peste tot se aseza o liniste aproape totala si o inactivitate totala, cel putin aparent. Nomazii ori stateau in corturi ori plecau in sat, la biserica sau cu alte indeletniciri.
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<br />vecina mea
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBaTx-65w47lPgXKVwP-uvI_-hnNsBxj78bMOAEMNDmqSHLNKPnU1nCoKZSujaOvI7GrcYyYZpn-JrNg0cMOn3lLIqJLBDkFEs0Z_gwMtoV62JBwNXbqpiGXWkB46cnBwDJY4TvElBLI/s1600/DSC_8669+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBaTx-65w47lPgXKVwP-uvI_-hnNsBxj78bMOAEMNDmqSHLNKPnU1nCoKZSujaOvI7GrcYyYZpn-JrNg0cMOn3lLIqJLBDkFEs0Z_gwMtoV62JBwNXbqpiGXWkB46cnBwDJY4TvElBLI/s400/DSC_8669+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642100070373882674" /></a>Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-43937113638071543862011-08-06T17:41:00.014+03:002011-10-08T23:55:53.707+03:00Cu bitzi la Kardungla (5602m)<a href="http://www.ascent.ro"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5x8JnretomKS8pwR8srkjud7-MPWC0gt4nOoL3cC6wwFHnV9KYSG5yMT8J5axpN7K71fJK4tg0a9qcSBrNcCKNC8_cbq6o1v-h9_ud5kqdQl6ApHH7T55wVKR6E_RotWhZxxNuNlf3Ys/s400/baner_lung.jpg" style="float:none; border:none 10px solid; margin:10px" border="0"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.explore-ladakh.com/" mce_href="http://www.explore-ladakh.com/" target="_blank" title="Traveller's Paradise"><br /><br /> <img src="http://www.explore-ladakh.com/index_files/un_logo.gif" height="58" width="233" /></a><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mlOUVGN86jw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghqEbqQOZQMf-M-EDblcg-Rdl_R4m-a2uZCjNn89qM_aXPUTKBCfafPrb_j-v65xpypvDZTHF2tuDaNBSpTL1cwgdrCKiPFHc43u2CyZhhdWDs7pDMJItnLw4Jt1k84CEaI8AKowvTe-Q/s1600/DSC_8410.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghqEbqQOZQMf-M-EDblcg-Rdl_R4m-a2uZCjNn89qM_aXPUTKBCfafPrb_j-v65xpypvDZTHF2tuDaNBSpTL1cwgdrCKiPFHc43u2CyZhhdWDs7pDMJItnLw4Jt1k84CEaI8AKowvTe-Q/s400/DSC_8410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637780310126809810" /></a><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Felenapopa1900.blogspot.com%2F&layout=box_count&show_faces=true&width=450&action=like&colorscheme=light&height=65" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:65px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe><br /><br />Tura asta a fost o adevarata aventura-marca inregistrata Elena.<br /><br />De ceva vreme ma manca in talpi sa urc cu bitzi pe ceea ce se cheama The highest motorable road in the world. Cum bicicleta aveam deja, mai imi trebuia doar chefu...care intr o zi a venit. Plec eu pe la 9 de acasa, ma opresc la service sa-mi reglez franele si sa fiu sigura ca bitzi e apta de marele urcus pe care-l planuisem. Dorinta mea a fost sa urc pana la South Pullu, adica 25 de km pana la punctul unde-ti trebuie permis sa mergi mai departe. Asta inseamna sa urci undeva mai sus de 4000m altitudine, pe drum asflatat. De aici in sus e offroad. Dupa oprirea la service am simtit eu ca frana pe fata e cam prea stransa, dar am zis ca poate asa e mai bine pt drumu asta. Din experienta mea de Romania, cand merg la service cei de acolo fac tot posibilul ca bitzi sa fie sanatoasa si voioasa. <br /><br />Plec eu voioasa si cu un moral de zile mari. Ratez drumul mai scurt, asa ca fac un ditai ocolu si cu niste pante deloc prietenoase, obosesc extrem de repede. Mi-a luat o ora pana am ajuns la soseaua din afara orasului. Pantele din Leh sunt pur si simplu criminale pt bicicleala, chiar si cu o bitzi buna.<br /><br />Ajung pe drumul care deja pare mai prietenos, prima borna imi indica prima locatie la 6 km distanta, Ganglas. Aveam cu mine 2 l de apa, din care unu era aproape consumat, si nimic de mancare. Mi-am pus toate sperantele in Ganglas, ca acolo poate gasesc sa cumpar apa si ceva chipsuri. Si iaca incepe pedalarea....greu la deal, opriri ff dese, puls ridicat, dar vointa zicea: pedaleaza , pedaleaza, primii km sunt mai grei, dupa aia tre sa fie mai usor. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheB9fLi3x680U0r2syAFnIZFSZfwOlUDB90G_uwL8zKfyNtogJaHNOIxYSEFxvAd37ccO9xDWL8bPo3j9D3SQMWt4uqe6lh3eHHcUyTgr_HMgvIk5x73-y7v_2dI3DXhrIBuZmgkICVEU/s1600/DSC_8360.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheB9fLi3x680U0r2syAFnIZFSZfwOlUDB90G_uwL8zKfyNtogJaHNOIxYSEFxvAd37ccO9xDWL8bPo3j9D3SQMWt4uqe6lh3eHHcUyTgr_HMgvIk5x73-y7v_2dI3DXhrIBuZmgkICVEU/s400/DSC_8360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637756395353955218" /></a><br /><br />La un moment dat am zis ca inloc sa stau pe loc, mai bine merg pe langa bitzi ..cat imi mai trag sufletul, moment in care am observat ca bitzi a mea tragea si ea greu. Cum necum, am ajuns la Ganglas....unde nu era nimic. Mai jos erau niste chestii...dar nici vorba de magazin sau restaurant. Stand eu pe marginea drumului si cugetand ce sa fac mai departe, pt ca mancare nu aveam, apa f putina, bitzi tragea greu, iar km mai erau vreo 14...vad coborand in mare viteza 2 biciclisti, cred ca erau nemti sau ceva de genu. Au oprit sa ma intrebe daca totul e ok iar eu i am rugat sa se uite la frane, pt ca dupa parerea mea erau prea stranse si nu lasau rotile sa se invarta libere. Dupa o analiza amanuntita a venit si verdictul: nu poti merge mai departe! sistemele de frana sunt varza, trebuie unse, reglate si apoi poti sa urci. Oamenii pareau sa stie ce spun, asa ca i am ascultat si m-am intors. <br /><br />Bineinteles ca la intoarcere m-am oprit direct la service cu o falca in cer si alta in pamant. A urmat o intreaga discutie : de ce nu mi-a spus ca sistemul de frane e varza si nu e pt urcat pe asemenea drum. Nu trebuia sa mi-l repare, dar macar sa spuna...intr un final dupa indelungi explicatii concluzia a fost ca nimeni in Leh nu o sa mi repare bicicleta, pt ca nu sunt piese si e ff complicat iar ei nu fac service decat pt bicicletele lor. Astfel ca nu am avut alta optiune decat sa inchiriez o bicicleta de la ei. <br /><br />Planul a fost ca a doua zi eu sa plec devreme si sa urc cat pot cu bicla, intentia fiind sa ajung la South Pullu inaintea lor. Ei urmau sa plece din Leh la 11, sa mi faca permisul pt Kardungla sa pot cobori de acolo, si sa ma culeaga de pe drum. <br /><br />La 5 jumate m-am trezit, am mancat o omleta cu salata de rosii, pregatit rucsacul si valea. de data asta m am pregatit pt drum: 2 sandwichuri, niste mere si 3 sticle de apa. Asta era seara; o sticla am lasat o pe bicicleta-mare greseala. Pe drum, dimineatza bag de seama ca nu mai e sticla...sa gasesti un magazin deschis la ora 6, e treaba de oameni ultra norocosi,asa ca mine...<br /><br />De data asta, drumul desi tot nenorocit, parea ceva mai uman, adica nu trebuia sa ma mai opresc asa des ca in ziua precedenta. La 7 dimineatza eram pe drumul de Kardungla, cu aerul proaspat in nari. Cei 6 km pe care deja ii stiam ca-n palma, de data asta au trecut mult mai repede, cu o ora mai putin. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VAxFf6K-7gM_1A0c0QD59Ehwqu4-T1lqfJ6vmFYOIDTbTwBhbMx8yGAnnCY0wJUPWJgrRRu81y3YgsjmALfuiuyj0WFxrnhb2rxvsH7B9q9mhJiU9712yqdAUjyiV3pHWAGbYWbPCSE/s1600/DSC_8400.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VAxFf6K-7gM_1A0c0QD59Ehwqu4-T1lqfJ6vmFYOIDTbTwBhbMx8yGAnnCY0wJUPWJgrRRu81y3YgsjmALfuiuyj0WFxrnhb2rxvsH7B9q9mhJiU9712yqdAUjyiV3pHWAGbYWbPCSE/s400/DSC_8400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637774442907217170" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxUWp7_MO1KYSz_vGHcIQkb-W4X_5nWwN1S9o4O7BiI_ylMoe0qJXbTfn2CLXT49sjOk-jctolo2UBq_0oTXdNhPTXuSVZOehH-fNIbJ3fmN33iqgO9LlKQAnl6CmLVr61jGd1eLB634/s1600/DSC_8354.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxUWp7_MO1KYSz_vGHcIQkb-W4X_5nWwN1S9o4O7BiI_ylMoe0qJXbTfn2CLXT49sjOk-jctolo2UBq_0oTXdNhPTXuSVZOehH-fNIbJ3fmN33iqgO9LlKQAnl6CmLVr61jGd1eLB634/s400/DSC_8354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637774989800190114" /></a><br /><br />Dupa un mini breakfast, cu marul divin de rigoare, am pornit din nou la deal, cu mare elan, cu zambetul larg pe buze, pentru ca era o vreme superba, peisajul nu mai vorbesc, drumul era liber iar eu ma simteam the queen of the highway...asta pana cu 5 km inainte de South Pullu, cand a inceput sa ma intrebe de sanatate foamea, picioarele au devenit din ce in ce mai incapatanate, liniile pareau interminabile, km din ce in ce mai lungi. Deja vedeam in fata ochilor numai coborarea... Mai pe bitzi, mai pe langa, ajung cu vreo 2 km juma inainte de finish si vad in urma masini cu biciclete. Ma opresc, astept increzatoare ca voi ajunge mai repede la restaurant sa mananc ceva, cand colo masinile trec pe langa mine, fara nici cea mai mica intentie de a ma culege. Raman stupefiata in mijlocul drumului, pt ca era ora la care ar fi trebuit sa ajunga oamenii..si nu erau prea multi care inchiriaza biciclete, plus ca toti au acelasi tip de Jeep, Tata 207. N aveam altceva de facut decat sa i dau inainte, cu sau fara chef...asa ca am mai mers juma de km. Ma opresc, ma uit in urma..si vad alte masini cu biciclete. "Daca nici astia nu s ai mei...e semn divin.." ma gandesc eu. De data asta erau cei care trebuiau sa fie. <br /><br />In south pullu, m-am oprit direct la restaurant unde am cumparat o punga de chipsuri si o sticla de pepsi, RECE. Restaurantul e un cort de unde poti cumpara mici chestii de mancat cum ar fi chipsuri, biscuiti sau supa maggi instant si poti sa bei ceai sau sucuri. Cei 14 km pana la Kardungla, de data asta mi s-au parut f scurti, probabil [pt ca deja am facut drumul asta de cateva ori, iar dupa pedalatul de dinainte...e cu totul alta perceptie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxe-lxXIJCUNZksMXKsqttxKRgbM2q7Y9J8idnj1jSY7qs8g1uTpfn6cbr9wVm0FS9RmuDs4Bruv_WFCn58T65rkcUY-lgIfVnurn3G5NikXziMiL6mVk4tIc2S6Noj5w2AtVbA4XXhQ/s1600/DSC_8411.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxe-lxXIJCUNZksMXKsqttxKRgbM2q7Y9J8idnj1jSY7qs8g1uTpfn6cbr9wVm0FS9RmuDs4Bruv_WFCn58T65rkcUY-lgIfVnurn3G5NikXziMiL6mVk4tIc2S6Noj5w2AtVbA4XXhQ/s400/DSC_8411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637785712383772754" /></a><br /><br />Cum visam deja la marea coborare, de ceva vreme, n am stat prea mult sus. 14 km de off road, cu nisip, bolovani, paraiase, tot ce vreti si ce nu vreti. A fost un soi de training rapid in materie de coborare offroad, mai ales ca nu am experienta in domeniu. La un moment dat mi a alunecat piciorul de pe pedala, iar aceasta s a oprit in tibia mea. Am aruncat o privire rapida, n am vazut nimic si am zis ca e ok, desi ma durea totusi destul de tare. Asa cred am inteles eu la ce folosesc chestiile alea puse la pedale ca sa-ti tina piciorul. Mai tarziu,a trebuit sa ma opresc sa las ceva masina sa treaca si ma uit mai atent la picior...aveam ditamai umflatura, si cate mici rani. Din fericire pantalonii erau suficient de lungi cat sa protejeze, minim, de praful prezent peste tot. Cu viteza din ce in ce mai mare i-am dat la vale pana la South Pullu. Aici m-am dus la cortul de prim ajutor, unde niste soldati tare binevoitori mi au curatat rana si au pus un bandaj. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1w89XqNhfYu8sRuDLKm3JeZ_G37fGZOKka3nhaL4__Xt1pc41o7bp05Ei07Mgd7MAHEmRETYA8miMICGZJ-qLoRcQkS_d6C0fKg1osXR6xGA6PacrKYNUuV_WWtxDG6nktUb1Ez7IYw/s1600/DSC_8414.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1w89XqNhfYu8sRuDLKm3JeZ_G37fGZOKka3nhaL4__Xt1pc41o7bp05Ei07Mgd7MAHEmRETYA8miMICGZJ-qLoRcQkS_d6C0fKg1osXR6xGA6PacrKYNUuV_WWtxDG6nktUb1Ez7IYw/s400/DSC_8414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637793246082662754" /></a><br /><br />De aici pana in Leh, coborarea a fost de vis. Sosea buna, destul de libera, curbe la tot pasul, si viteeeeeza, viteza din ce in ce mai mare, uneori fara frana deloc pe curbe. Pot sa spun ca am fost in alta lume a biciclelii sau un soi de next level fata de ce am facut pana acum...la final imi venea sa ma mai duc o data sus si sa cobor din nou. Daca voi mai avea zile libere intre perindarile urmatoare, cred ca repet experienta, dar doar coborarea. :)<br /><br />In concluzie: am urcat pe bicicleta 23 de km, de la 3000m la 4500m alttiudine, aproximativ, in 5 ore. Am coborat, tot pe bicicleta, de la 5602m, 34 de km, nu stiu exact in cat timp, pt ca nu mi mai pasa de el. Vroiam doar sa tina cat mai mult...<br /><br />Inloc de incheiere: Leh-dimineatza, pe racoare...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNi1lA9bz2DMhz4HmHr31YO0AaIyZXndAB5KtBmaSfGOY2vKGeDE6kHOqtkPD_Bwm8RdIJZ3liz8W0mY60NjpzqJJL6KmPl5EaGY4_mXEB_PP_gBzbp-7Db0Is6xkksunRisNFIZzCNM/s1600/pano+kardungla.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 102px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNi1lA9bz2DMhz4HmHr31YO0AaIyZXndAB5KtBmaSfGOY2vKGeDE6kHOqtkPD_Bwm8RdIJZ3liz8W0mY60NjpzqJJL6KmPl5EaGY4_mXEB_PP_gBzbp-7Db0Is6xkksunRisNFIZzCNM/s400/pano+kardungla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637787417381174546" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig9sNppu1h9s9pCmLaAQFXFoczzTEXtOYj1Nk1RlDzciwAcce3QmpG5eVug_P5-KL3oeOlC-G6-KlfMvxJJT1WL32kRkRWplpxNWthigRKnyDseHX573LKjjqZOFpZxWx7NFKbcG4Jb1s/s1600/lehdimineatza.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 83px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig9sNppu1h9s9pCmLaAQFXFoczzTEXtOYj1Nk1RlDzciwAcce3QmpG5eVug_P5-KL3oeOlC-G6-KlfMvxJJT1WL32kRkRWplpxNWthigRKnyDseHX573LKjjqZOFpZxWx7NFKbcG4Jb1s/s400/lehdimineatza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637788173168370514" /></a>Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-52258812594722985222011-07-30T09:46:00.022+03:002011-08-06T20:03:00.949+03:00To the Moon and Back-varianta low cost<iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Felenapopa1900.blogspot.com%2F&layout=box_count&show_faces=true&width=450&action=like&colorscheme=light&height=65" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:65px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe><br /><br /><a href="http://www.explore-ladakh.com/" mce_href="http://www.explore-ladakh.com/" target="_blank" title="Traveller's Paradise"><br /><br /> <img src="http://www.explore-ladakh.com/index_files/un_logo.gif" height="58" width="233" /></a><br /><br />- Tomorrow at 10 o'clock we meet at the office. Bring your sleepbag and don't forget to charge your batteries for the camera. You will need it!<br /><br />Dupa indicatiile pretioase, m-am dus acasa si m-am trantit in pat. Imi era rau....din nou. O stare pe care nu o pot descrie, dar care ma tot incearca, sistematic, in ultima vreme, parca se intensifica inainte sa plec undeva sau cand ma intorc. Gustul amar lasat de antibiotice nu-mi da pace, dar incerc sa-l ignor. As vrea ca patul sa ma inghita sau sa ma topesc. Noroc cu diminetile...ele sunt intotdeauna bune si pline de energie. Asa ca dimineatza la 8 jumate m-am trezit, facut bagajelul in 10 minute, rasfatat cu o cafea si unt cu paine iar la 10 fara un sfert eram la birou. Peste o ora aveam sa fim pe drumul spre Lamayuru, drum care coincide cu ceea ce se cheama aici National Highway no.1, adica soseaua care face legatura intre Leh si Srinagar-cea mai importanta din regiune. Peisajul cu totul diferit fata de ce am vazut pana acum, drumul excelent-cel mai lat si mai bun de pana acum...dar! sa nu va imaginati ca e asa tot timpul. Pot sa spun ca am vazut autostrada cea mai diversa si extrema de pana acum, in materie de calitate.. <br /><br />asa arata la inceput...as putea spune banal, in comparatie cu ce avea sa urmeze...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh45_ZSI-rlJhFi_OIvxo0hYmz5SKKWvhD-yVPtx3Ax7ih30kSPXBCEUyvCBpiiydKjPCTcNJxhZTgfUlmOzm5TDvsRK85_spZ0XUcXaICr_p9mnxMOJcG_11olr-lcllsmDvBfbEUr_-g/s1600/DSC_7483+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh45_ZSI-rlJhFi_OIvxo0hYmz5SKKWvhD-yVPtx3Ax7ih30kSPXBCEUyvCBpiiydKjPCTcNJxhZTgfUlmOzm5TDvsRK85_spZ0XUcXaICr_p9mnxMOJcG_11olr-lcllsmDvBfbEUr_-g/s400/DSC_7483+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635037895793621938" /></a><br /><br />Tot din acelasi film este si ceea ce urmeaza....cred ca APA este regina Ladakhuului. Este prezenta peste tot, nu tine cont de nicio regula, oamenii par a o trata cu respect, pt ca peste tot pe unde o intalnesc, intetinesc, uneori aproape ca trebuie sa te opresti sa o saluti, ca sa te lase sa treci. Anu trecut, nu stiu din ce motive regina s-a suparat f tare pe supusii ei si i-a pedepsit crunt. Cicatricele inca sunt proaspete si va mai dura ceva pana lucrurile vor intra din nou pe un fagas normal....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGpeSfNX0QZGsAuWg64FGqW85GCQPskKlRXAGjdZvT30098CYMRbz93EyHUSOTL1scEKbUAJnGoSl9OhEHtDHcdC5fpzHOW_FidUlX2jFjjp2fha1onSDeznWblhsB7v-t7uu6uZ3I9I/s1600/DSC_7537+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGpeSfNX0QZGsAuWg64FGqW85GCQPskKlRXAGjdZvT30098CYMRbz93EyHUSOTL1scEKbUAJnGoSl9OhEHtDHcdC5fpzHOW_FidUlX2jFjjp2fha1onSDeznWblhsB7v-t7uu6uZ3I9I/s400/DSC_7537+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635046884087668034" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFwIBxVv_aJqPaE4FuWjqa7vaqnmQMkJvKfMEPCNyn-Z4fuLRpvurycUrSBPET1KDOlvTLiURRcTvyGiMhSojzjFeUEV2bsz8G94vPYlSNp17mwxl3Rg-nLvhfHz9Hco1e27eQ93Zz29Q/s1600/DSC_7618+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFwIBxVv_aJqPaE4FuWjqa7vaqnmQMkJvKfMEPCNyn-Z4fuLRpvurycUrSBPET1KDOlvTLiURRcTvyGiMhSojzjFeUEV2bsz8G94vPYlSNp17mwxl3Rg-nLvhfHz9Hco1e27eQ93Zz29Q/s400/DSC_7618+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635153559229878466" /></a><br /><br />oameni la lucru-peste tot, pentru refacerea drumurilor<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNMhxB4US96yp7jjFbDkYs0unptorn99ygXF2APnRE65a0pgR4s35BY8T9LHDyocXh6mulL7vSUepY6WZBh31bBEETi5uF1__dig8ie45rILIeibtVgizMf1etsvu8U-bh7wYTzU-lCQ/s1600/DSC_7559+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNMhxB4US96yp7jjFbDkYs0unptorn99ygXF2APnRE65a0pgR4s35BY8T9LHDyocXh6mulL7vSUepY6WZBh31bBEETi5uF1__dig8ie45rILIeibtVgizMf1etsvu8U-bh7wYTzU-lCQ/s400/DSC_7559+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635146458955226290" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0b4OE9sycelCrcJdsCu5dICriA8Al5o3A34SLHAPXcUOUnEZbzQkWvBxg5vPcgyEZO9jvdj0Dna2WVV6KWBPpzrr4INo-NvW8G9QHw0NpQ193LC4ePPcBPLbLzwaUFZOty_Lu_fUWUa8/s1600/DSC_7682+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0b4OE9sycelCrcJdsCu5dICriA8Al5o3A34SLHAPXcUOUnEZbzQkWvBxg5vPcgyEZO9jvdj0Dna2WVV6KWBPpzrr4INo-NvW8G9QHw0NpQ193LC4ePPcBPLbLzwaUFZOty_Lu_fUWUa8/s400/DSC_7682+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635155806040205794" /></a><br /><br />si tot mergand asa, din lux in tarana, si pe alocuri imbaiati fiind de Regina APA, am ajuns in MOONLAND...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Cnca0EJRNbTdiESZ1iniyeiSHqGXZdwRmMr1QYt-GyiQdVokVS30OyvM9mMI81oic33hpuYNG2d06CFfC5nrC13LOh8Rhhh2NMQ033zQqG49Ic5NpfCpQ-_9auHPoTJEuPLWqrjSjwo/s1600/DSC_7666+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Cnca0EJRNbTdiESZ1iniyeiSHqGXZdwRmMr1QYt-GyiQdVokVS30OyvM9mMI81oic33hpuYNG2d06CFfC5nrC13LOh8Rhhh2NMQ033zQqG49Ic5NpfCpQ-_9auHPoTJEuPLWqrjSjwo/s400/DSC_7666+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635157398157776674" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibD90sv0phVd0QupBQtVgKWJ_VOoj5dBh0uMXkD5eQWB9SflT96Xhyphenhyphenq4BW2tEGjYGMnkFE7m4WWJnSyRaXqNoQD5_-Ao1_m5AuM607i_fZ5RMZWSQEyZvkAmEPNpeoHk3APudNpTXQclI/s1600/DSC_7669+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibD90sv0phVd0QupBQtVgKWJ_VOoj5dBh0uMXkD5eQWB9SflT96Xhyphenhyphenq4BW2tEGjYGMnkFE7m4WWJnSyRaXqNoQD5_-Ao1_m5AuM607i_fZ5RMZWSQEyZvkAmEPNpeoHk3APudNpTXQclI/s400/DSC_7669+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635158696607085202" /></a><br /><br />si am ajuns si la Lamayuru, cea mai veche manastire din Ladakh.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCBBpwM0slIk3B4mranVQsHoPaHqADV_Z_PEC9fDI9Asi7vnguuEz8-SdoXWniktLi1LQT4dodSYtfssilaXwPjxOIxn_Vm5MIdGfapEXBW_8uZQyGb3ehEHNMc9S7yEF7RM5J5w4o_o/s1600/DSC_7650+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCBBpwM0slIk3B4mranVQsHoPaHqADV_Z_PEC9fDI9Asi7vnguuEz8-SdoXWniktLi1LQT4dodSYtfssilaXwPjxOIxn_Vm5MIdGfapEXBW_8uZQyGb3ehEHNMc9S7yEF7RM5J5w4o_o/s400/DSC_7650+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635160814022763426" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUpKHi8pAFZTRLb04F0No4wXosibfqo0dzp8kaC2XckMYFWA6AGa-jTmwmglixJq3hTDU8CD6TFchPRAVH2mIjMjXHO8w5tuIznmW398p9Kme5r4liA1YX09TzA3THtcqqJX6gcMy48Y/s1600/DSC_7655.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUpKHi8pAFZTRLb04F0No4wXosibfqo0dzp8kaC2XckMYFWA6AGa-jTmwmglixJq3hTDU8CD6TFchPRAVH2mIjMjXHO8w5tuIznmW398p9Kme5r4liA1YX09TzA3THtcqqJX6gcMy48Y/s400/DSC_7655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635164957853735090" /></a><br /><br />Dar drumul nu se termina aici, ci continua spre locuri mai putin populate. Destinatia finala: campingul Tartchik. Va urma...<br /><br />PS. uploadarea pozelor dureaza inimaginabil de mult....<br /><br />iaca si continuarea...<br /><br />Dupa scurta incursiune in tinuturile selenare am coborat un pic pe pamanant, luand calea spre inima muntilor. Un drum offroad, cum sunt mai toate pe aici, urmand cursul unui rau, apoi un sat, Wangla, si intr-un final campingul Tartchik.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiAVRBOTND0nhDuvMS8cnVeJvAjGPxRsFynWHUtKXdJ_s1QJQ16h7Ep8xUSuqu7Iav6togwq6aoKG7Tre1ITo6wjZE4caZ-Hgos0IbJepKdVtAjgEGctCeE8_wICH1eT6bAI1WWBnTm0/s1600/DSC_7708+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiAVRBOTND0nhDuvMS8cnVeJvAjGPxRsFynWHUtKXdJ_s1QJQ16h7Ep8xUSuqu7Iav6togwq6aoKG7Tre1ITo6wjZE4caZ-Hgos0IbJepKdVtAjgEGctCeE8_wICH1eT6bAI1WWBnTm0/s400/DSC_7708+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635751014972047234" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiollf6Eeu25FVxTGNr9FMmKIlNN3S_8lZFIcQb5n4lOnfNDFzeZ5Lxx3zLTdvEzf7NYtUckRBr8Zhu_yctiGfcdeO0CzNyZn81prRfS9NfTE4HkMHjbjDGaGlP2_EPdyABucPP1JDVCZI/s1600/DSC_7713+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiollf6Eeu25FVxTGNr9FMmKIlNN3S_8lZFIcQb5n4lOnfNDFzeZ5Lxx3zLTdvEzf7NYtUckRBr8Zhu_yctiGfcdeO0CzNyZn81prRfS9NfTE4HkMHjbjDGaGlP2_EPdyABucPP1JDVCZI/s400/DSC_7713+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635748156268076082" /></a><br /><br />Scopul vizitei la Tartchik a fost montarea unui camping pt niste clienti <a href="http://http://www.explore-ladakh.com" target="_blank">Travellers' Paradise</a> Cu aceasta ocazie am vazut cam ce inseamna asta...corturi, dinning tent, bucatar care gateste cateva feluri de mancare, masini si cai care cara totul unde vor clientii sa mearga...pt cine are bani...as zice ca se merita. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWQT8n7-7A8_FoqM46CriUg9xMRYjKIWkjnYSmElVCZ-k-jfXm8m8a0MrRTyxY1f_m_gh8cyJQY1mtaBKItBaZAws0-jf-TWKFrz4CVAJRWdxK4iBzmLIxvXRaZJwOu9QhrvSFKy0bVM/s1600/DSC_7719.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWQT8n7-7A8_FoqM46CriUg9xMRYjKIWkjnYSmElVCZ-k-jfXm8m8a0MrRTyxY1f_m_gh8cyJQY1mtaBKItBaZAws0-jf-TWKFrz4CVAJRWdxK4iBzmLIxvXRaZJwOu9QhrvSFKy0bVM/s400/DSC_7719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635749595924956034" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidKPBOGjh8NaaW0TJKHQKKXRxV47ya3VJkSeZ3oOYFx4qdmzSG_u4oCy1UomHf0xGl7jdn3EWKaHwiwudu8tZPYKDBg8mMN1hy1RxaE8cwTTidM549DKIr8tiWqmptHMhUbiuTpY0wF7s/s1600/DSC_7718.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidKPBOGjh8NaaW0TJKHQKKXRxV47ya3VJkSeZ3oOYFx4qdmzSG_u4oCy1UomHf0xGl7jdn3EWKaHwiwudu8tZPYKDBg8mMN1hy1RxaE8cwTTidM549DKIr8tiWqmptHMhUbiuTpY0wF7s/s400/DSC_7718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635750185217348674" /></a><br /><br />Pentru mine locul cel mai fascinant in camping a fost bucataria. Un bucatar tanar, care a facut mancare deeelicioasa si care m-a impresionat prin felul cum muncea...extrem de curat, in conditiile nu tocmai favorabile pt asa ceva.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg9zZIHpeH-ObifCGh5JgfSLixMHreSVL66bpzlzfCQrLy4S72XgBsPXdJd5g4SJjNNLbDRx5qk5uv9s6gH8yUYfXpHfiL1q_iV8zg0wZaOrq534pRZORvy1pFIKU43SpU_Q-LjLAufo/s1600/DSC_7746+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg9zZIHpeH-ObifCGh5JgfSLixMHreSVL66bpzlzfCQrLy4S72XgBsPXdJd5g4SJjNNLbDRx5qk5uv9s6gH8yUYfXpHfiL1q_iV8zg0wZaOrq534pRZORvy1pFIKU43SpU_Q-LjLAufo/s400/DSC_7746+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635754450273392754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgBwIOgWd8arMGq2_Ob6dBUz2uLw3qzwvh6mU26oZqpYz8s4hnjvqMBu6EMDlAQad5x_2mZ42WOmfm5PpUqlMcxXJf3bMySTYH7Ksail18xbY03zNt1M86yWo5X8CIIXBgnDyIbbSuco/s1600/DSC_7733+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgBwIOgWd8arMGq2_Ob6dBUz2uLw3qzwvh6mU26oZqpYz8s4hnjvqMBu6EMDlAQad5x_2mZ42WOmfm5PpUqlMcxXJf3bMySTYH7Ksail18xbY03zNt1M86yWo5X8CIIXBgnDyIbbSuco/s400/DSC_7733+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635754447145802306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIa0EoVo3ieeb_n81uLd6Rs5VYw_vWLriU7AS1cw27mmY1TWcxbP6Mr-dy5vaIZb0u8Q36bRZ4j84rOLaX9__stVeKlwNUszxFUsS1zyQogBimHDBiL2DZ-KmthzPHjPt_OH95SGtfjfU/s1600/DSC_7742+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIa0EoVo3ieeb_n81uLd6Rs5VYw_vWLriU7AS1cw27mmY1TWcxbP6Mr-dy5vaIZb0u8Q36bRZ4j84rOLaX9__stVeKlwNUszxFUsS1zyQogBimHDBiL2DZ-KmthzPHjPt_OH95SGtfjfU/s400/DSC_7742+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635754444639925778" /></a>Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-46863485270536806902011-07-13T13:58:00.012+03:002011-07-18T17:20:50.400+03:006th of July- Dalai Lama Birthday6 iulie este o zi importanta pentru budisti: ziua de nastere a conducatorului lor spiritual, Dalai Lama. Anul asta a facut 76 de ani-o varsta venerabila si pe care nu o arata deloc.:) <br /><br />Cum sarbatoresc budistii? Isi iau familia, cortul, mancare si bautura din belsug si pun de un picnic la balci. Balciul cu pricina a avut loc in Choglamsar, la capatul satului, unde era un loc suficient de mare cat sa aiba loc toata lumea. Peste tot erau prezenti vanzatorii de inghetata-fericirea copiilor, micii comercianti vanzatori de mici bucurii-chinezarii colorate, pentru toata lumea. Pot spune ca m-am simtit fix ca la un balci de tara de la noi. Diferenta era ca aici mai vedeai batrani rugandu-se in timp ce mergeau.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHs8lIB0rzCudLzgN_4pSLRRvZ-o5qur3An_FnbqkPqZSWhwPXZvEfsOrNbUg0EgyJaR1r4Jm9neASkZmqUDPxfKjQ9pseWCCfZY6_Z9mcg085O0wkgPT2QvTLv7TBbXMGZJtyIEpONU0/s1600/%255B000840%255D+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHs8lIB0rzCudLzgN_4pSLRRvZ-o5qur3An_FnbqkPqZSWhwPXZvEfsOrNbUg0EgyJaR1r4Jm9neASkZmqUDPxfKjQ9pseWCCfZY6_Z9mcg085O0wkgPT2QvTLv7TBbXMGZJtyIEpONU0/s400/%255B000840%255D+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629241919092571250" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5g39ZKFA0e86aQ85i-45D2jR6sErmqCpBqrYCPOqhPrX2v_ucN5m7OsqN1ohozZFj750uaDlB4lsEV67tPtXfltyihVKlXK1MMXgAfaMRmzxaRbv4jZEcMrckQwXRY64_LNvNxpm5664/s1600/%255B000842%255D+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5g39ZKFA0e86aQ85i-45D2jR6sErmqCpBqrYCPOqhPrX2v_ucN5m7OsqN1ohozZFj750uaDlB4lsEV67tPtXfltyihVKlXK1MMXgAfaMRmzxaRbv4jZEcMrckQwXRY64_LNvNxpm5664/s400/%255B000842%255D+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629242444503535522" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBQY8q9urUNq2BescRHf2WOiqpbMhUviHbwRfX4T_T7NMZJ-RG-_2Mi2NTacgO7Eg-ryv7WWm3nNm5PPdO36LvezzWjs8rGrjcqO1gBXbaZVQFY70kDdY4huBZ6OoP9092pyhFR1Gf5Y/s1600/%255B000844%255D+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBQY8q9urUNq2BescRHf2WOiqpbMhUviHbwRfX4T_T7NMZJ-RG-_2Mi2NTacgO7Eg-ryv7WWm3nNm5PPdO36LvezzWjs8rGrjcqO1gBXbaZVQFY70kDdY4huBZ6OoP9092pyhFR1Gf5Y/s400/%255B000844%255D+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629243317332646322" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_JqSJi5vkHyqmHgMyiPmMfSfMWyVXEs_FElqRrs2B7TeZ-jR05Z0EvKIe3gv1AO2biBCtU6C4FOMLQ_12irKddzUAAFTGQ9ucWC-hebnUocuiUu9sgVRB9epvksLp_ilMgQ_WLvRrba4/s1600/%255B000878%255D+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_JqSJi5vkHyqmHgMyiPmMfSfMWyVXEs_FElqRrs2B7TeZ-jR05Z0EvKIe3gv1AO2biBCtU6C4FOMLQ_12irKddzUAAFTGQ9ucWC-hebnUocuiUu9sgVRB9epvksLp_ilMgQ_WLvRrba4/s400/%255B000878%255D+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629244974602368690" /></a><br /><br />partyyy time<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJ46-EZUUjf4GDTez8iUPfK-3_TKu5dBTSNDkGJw2cTrP0ECou5nYS-42An9IYhbTJDHxWkXgbLHN-BWabBPyVUkDCG77b7KsRPtVw1rLQXLSLNg5sgXSr50i-L_wZvKAp8jovPDC01M/s1600/%255B000885%255D+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJ46-EZUUjf4GDTez8iUPfK-3_TKu5dBTSNDkGJw2cTrP0ECou5nYS-42An9IYhbTJDHxWkXgbLHN-BWabBPyVUkDCG77b7KsRPtVw1rLQXLSLNg5sgXSr50i-L_wZvKAp8jovPDC01M/s400/%255B000885%255D+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629245370496810226" /></a><br /><br /><br />si cireasa de pe tort: mare concert cu o varianta indiana masculina a Shakirei-ce n-a vazut Ladakhul de cand e :))<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwpM3wU_xMXJ6bexI0XKLL_AN9yCxSJdAnEM6pOrlCPt99BHem0O5QcesWOYf_nkd4KMKF8QpgVmbUM85N6aIzkZ96aw_etNTShjFkmHII1gj2WzERHBcA528f6HwBlNJ6iBmYhgok8g/s1600/DSC_5095+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwpM3wU_xMXJ6bexI0XKLL_AN9yCxSJdAnEM6pOrlCPt99BHem0O5QcesWOYf_nkd4KMKF8QpgVmbUM85N6aIzkZ96aw_etNTShjFkmHII1gj2WzERHBcA528f6HwBlNJ6iBmYhgok8g/s400/DSC_5095+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630696111851921154" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ73HGftth19YlZS5tutF7vgR9qu4i8RQJ7mZFVCdrml-c04DK1KZjGAr7jIze0tQfJ57s65rQO1C04HgVn5Wm2VKoUIzLd_DgtjkVy3azHBKXaPv9LE5F6mCktGcMI_paxM5kHh6VCF4/s1600/DSC_5105+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ73HGftth19YlZS5tutF7vgR9qu4i8RQJ7mZFVCdrml-c04DK1KZjGAr7jIze0tQfJ57s65rQO1C04HgVn5Wm2VKoUIzLd_DgtjkVy3azHBKXaPv9LE5F6mCktGcMI_paxM5kHh6VCF4/s400/DSC_5105+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630696860982004338" /></a><br /><br /><br />Cam asta fuse party-ul in cinstea lui Dalai Lama. <br /><br />Din episoadele urmatoare: dansuri ladakhi, pangong, nunta tibetana....Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-43882201310092380642011-06-23T13:50:00.005+03:002011-06-23T15:17:37.907+03:00O zi in Sheremetyevo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPoZN_-f7PS-qVEzdj_iVPiGXb9mg89qqFExMLSoh8YOLvV6Oglc0ck3etOwZ2qbzbcUsRauC43f9EuQFooekn0a4gEjpikgS66R_AiuqAatdS8bBYhetg2vVxRlk0-mXk1fVOTZ8u8s/s1600/DSC_0013+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPoZN_-f7PS-qVEzdj_iVPiGXb9mg89qqFExMLSoh8YOLvV6Oglc0ck3etOwZ2qbzbcUsRauC43f9EuQFooekn0a4gEjpikgS66R_AiuqAatdS8bBYhetg2vVxRlk0-mXk1fVOTZ8u8s/s400/DSC_0013+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621374321101475394" /></a><br /><br />Dupa 2 saptamani care au scos untul din mine, iata ca a venit si vremea recompensei. Ultima zi in Bucuresti a fost una crunta, cu munca pana seara, reglat socoteli pana la 10 noaptea, dar cu un final direct in alt film...iesit la bere cu prietenii si primit surprize foooarte dragute. Catalina a stat cu mine pana dimineatza, ba chiar a si avut grija sa mi faca paine prajita, cand m a apucat raul de la oboseala(numa paine mai era in casa de mancare. Dimineatza, la 6 jumate, Mircea, Stelian si Catalina m au condus la aeroport, lucru care mi-a facut ziua cel putin minunata. <br /><br />Zborul de la Bucuresti la Moscova e scurt...ceea ce nu e chiar placut cand esti super obosit si vrei sa dormi. Pana acum am bagat o cafea, o cola si trag de o fanta. Oboseala pare sa fi intrat un pic in standby...dar cred ca nu pt prea mult timp. <br />Aeroportul parca arata mai bine ca anul trecut, acum are si net wi-fi si e gooool, incredibil de gol....<br /><br />Si cum o calatorie frumoasa e bine sa inceapa cu o comunicare deschisa cu cei din jur, am socializat cu vecinul meu din avion, care merge la Shanghai. In general oamenii socializeaza mult mai repede si mai usor cand ii leaga aceeasi suferinta..in cazul nostru....stat mult in aeroport si oboseala crunta. Inca nu stiu cum il cheama, dar parca nici nu i musai; comunicarea merge foarte bine si fara oficialitati :))<br /><br />Sper ca in drumul de seara sa ma bucur de niste ore de somn biinemeritate si mai mult decat necesare....<br /><br />ps. Filmele rusesti pentru copiii sunt un remediu eficient impotriva durerilor de stomac. simply, geniale!!!Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-74941028213595312832011-05-28T23:49:00.012+03:002011-08-01T08:38:41.363+03:00Travellers' Paradise<iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Felenapopa1900.blogspot.com%2F&layout=box_count&show_faces=true&width=450&action=like&colorscheme=light&height=65" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:65px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.explore-ladakh.com/" mce_href="http://www.explore-ladakh.com/" target="_blank" title="Traveller's Paradise"><br /><br /> <img src="http://www.explore-ladakh.com/index_files/un_logo.gif" height="58" width="233" /></a><br /><br /> In general nu sunt un fan al agentiilor de turism, dar experienta avuta cu agentiile din Ladakh m-a facut sa vad problema si din alte puncte de vedere. Unul dintre ele ar fi acela ca economisesti mult timp si energie in rezolvarea unor probleme, cum ar fi sa gasesti transport, oameni cu care sa imparti un jeep pentru excursii, ghid pentru urcat pe munte, daca nu vrei sa mergi de capul tau, serpasi si multe altele. Pentru obtinerea permiselor pt zonele protejate, cum ar fi Pangong, Tsomoriri, Nubra Valley, este absolut necesar sa apelezi la o agentie de turism, pentru ca numai ele pot rezolva aceasta problema. <br /><br /> De ce ar apela cineva la <a href="http://http://www.explore-ladakh.com" target="_blank">Travellers' Paradise</a> si nu la o agentie de turism din Romania? <br />1. In Romania nu prea gasesti agentii interesate de aceasta zona. (pe net eu nu am gasit niciuna pana acum)<br /><br />2. Pretul este mult mai mic.<br /><br />3. Flexibilitatea ofertelor. Oferta se face in functie de ceea ce te intereseaza. <br /><br />4. Serviciile oferite sunt de calitate exceptionala (pot crea dependenta:))<br /><br /><br /> Din experienta personala: <a href="http://http://www.explore-ladakh.com" target="_blank">Travellers' Paradise</a> este una din agentiile mari din Leh, care in general se ocupa de grupuri mari. Asta nu inseamna, insa, ca ii refuza pe ceilalti.:) Oricine apeleaza la serviciile ei, are parte de tot suportul pentru ceea ce doreste sa faca. Oamenii sunt deosebit de amabili, binevoitori, foarte deschisi, astfel ca nu ai niciun moment senzatia ca vorbesti cu angajati care isi fac treaba, ci cu prieteni. <br /> Faptul ca au o oferta extrem de flexibila si care poate satisface multe exigente denota, pe langa profesionalism si experienta in domeniu, o viziune "open minded",. creativa,asupra a ceea ce inseamna turism. <br /><br /> Fara ajutorul celor de la <a href="http://http://www.explore-ladakh.com" target="_blank">Travellers' Paradise</a> nu as fi ajuns la Tsomoriri, urcarea pe Stok Kangri ar fi fost mult mai problematica( ei mi-au gasit un serpas la pret ultra decent, care a avut grija de mine cu mult peste ateptarile mele), plus foarte multe informatii importante despre cum merg lucrurile prin Ladakh.<br /><br /> Singura problema este ca dupa ce ajungi in Paradis (numele agentiei nu este unul intamplator), exista un risc mare de a-ti da planurile de vacante viitoare peste cap, pentru ca vei vrea sa revii acolo cat mai curand. <br /><br />Atentie, creeaza dependenta! :)Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-10540040266090691922011-05-17T22:59:00.008+03:002011-05-17T23:44:57.897+03:00Caligrafia chineza<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrk9BynPLz3HV0AByQPRQ01Yn8bp4MGcM0lBoBNhhj0C4JALISAhGxaVpSH5cs63MfrbhOf5BVQecrdz0mI6Dn1myVGoRbnnDahvY-PYLA965xOUIQ-rmtbwb4c3nzeC-TZxj8xBtBdOA/s1600/DSC_4325+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrk9BynPLz3HV0AByQPRQ01Yn8bp4MGcM0lBoBNhhj0C4JALISAhGxaVpSH5cs63MfrbhOf5BVQecrdz0mI6Dn1myVGoRbnnDahvY-PYLA965xOUIQ-rmtbwb4c3nzeC-TZxj8xBtBdOA/s400/DSC_4325+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607785656208969170" /></a><br /><br />Ce poate fi mai frumos intr-o dupa-amiaza insorita de duminica decat sa fii initiat in arta caligrafiei chineze? Pe vremea cand aveam cursuri de desen la scoala, imi doream sa pot desena orice, numa ca nu prea imi iesea, asa ca m-am resemnat cu ideea ca nu am un talent la asa ceva. Mai tarziu, cand Cioran imi spunea ca cu cat esti mai talentat la muzica cu atat esti mai strain de artele vizuale, chiar am inceput sa ma simt si mai confortabil cu ideea ca nu le poti avea pe toate. Acum mi-am mai schimbat parerea. Drept urmare, mi-am luat inima in dinti si am pus mana pe pensula; si nu orice fel de pensula, ci una speciala, adusa din China, care trebuia sa se plimbe pe o hartie cel putin la fel de speciala, tot din acelasi loc.<br /> <br />Primele notiuni: pozitia mainii,a incheieturii, pozitia degetelor, felul cum apesi si tragi liniile. Parca ma auzeam pe mine la lectiile de pian: tine mana asa, cotul, incheitura, degetele, dupa cum apesi suna mai tare sau mai incet. Hm, nu pare asa dificil sa caligrafiezi, cel putin nu-mi suna total chinezeste ce-mi spune Calin....corespondentele se creeaza instant. trag primele mele puncte si linii, cu apa, pe o foaie de lucru. Imi imaginez cum cant la pian si incerc sa nu ma gandesc la faptul ca liniile drepte nu-s punctul meu forte...imi las mana sa mearga in voie, cu diferite intensitati de apasare, fac un crescendo, un descrescendo, un marcato la fiecare inceput si final de linie...imi place. Parca, spre deosebire de in trecut, acum am ceva mai multa siguranta, nu imi mai e teama, ba chiar ma simt bine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcn-pX304ip5Y2p62cGYbMLc5n4hjdA38TsPYB0_U4mDN8NaC3qIv40y7Ot3hLh9XJx1bRIInhksp80tX5n4zbag2skGCUyYn1z9afK9YX1Z146fszG4VhtApQ-FzMn7c4Wnye1jHqHvA/s1600/DSC_4306+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcn-pX304ip5Y2p62cGYbMLc5n4hjdA38TsPYB0_U4mDN8NaC3qIv40y7Ot3hLh9XJx1bRIInhksp80tX5n4zbag2skGCUyYn1z9afK9YX1Z146fszG4VhtApQ-FzMn7c4Wnye1jHqHvA/s400/DSC_4306+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607780864244797202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTNeng1B5l7ZsS3RxiJw4bDugVes_S429CtxMjjUv7UPP0rvTzFhOmjXO_kHTtShSceQR6YgQzaS066VIN6s0bw4P2_gvFy2OijZIBIGAd0m7Ju2GUtbySSq-cKvSlQKPH_iWrLtWxpGk/s1600/DSC_4305+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTNeng1B5l7ZsS3RxiJw4bDugVes_S429CtxMjjUv7UPP0rvTzFhOmjXO_kHTtShSceQR6YgQzaS066VIN6s0bw4P2_gvFy2OijZIBIGAd0m7Ju2GUtbySSq-cKvSlQKPH_iWrLtWxpGk/s400/DSC_4305+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607780763408301170" /></a><br /><br />Acest semn inseamna PAT si este primul cuvant dintr-un poem la care am lucrat toti cei prezenti. Parca dupa regula, ultimul venit primul pus la munca, eu am scris primul caracter, pentru ca parea unul cat de cat abordabil.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOxpR4-qdF-NjyzOEaKmwiWV_xGYVcO2Wt0pHfNn25H_htJWD7cE7Pk6lBswxWaOodyh05Qy2hhkW7ox9l8UqzKVo7SIr1s-C4sYoMmZ5Dr9qFBvhgXHZOiiE0yOXUbHyEZg5ru_E1Rc/s1600/DSC_4320.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOxpR4-qdF-NjyzOEaKmwiWV_xGYVcO2Wt0pHfNn25H_htJWD7cE7Pk6lBswxWaOodyh05Qy2hhkW7ox9l8UqzKVo7SIr1s-C4sYoMmZ5Dr9qFBvhgXHZOiiE0yOXUbHyEZg5ru_E1Rc/s400/DSC_4320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607787058365695602" /></a><br /><br />Ceea ce vedeti pe hartia alba este munca noastra. Ceea ce se vede pe hartia galbena este varianta maestrului nostru, Calin Andrei.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0vSCVJLP0b7EeiCH2M2w4LS72R33akjLgVTZnAVHPcwMTHYY8mBcmBcziKF2-Il1b-Y2IwjnMe9Epkg2gco90D5DRyBdfpnLPUFnyWPmMN-pixmp-RCNUC9VsSNnxQ12AmRovncEig0/s1600/229019_212302568789924_193875377299310_684583_2209148_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0vSCVJLP0b7EeiCH2M2w4LS72R33akjLgVTZnAVHPcwMTHYY8mBcmBcziKF2-Il1b-Y2IwjnMe9Epkg2gco90D5DRyBdfpnLPUFnyWPmMN-pixmp-RCNUC9VsSNnxQ12AmRovncEig0/s400/229019_212302568789924_193875377299310_684583_2209148_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607786083098206066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodOIG5cLPqQCmvLp_xnfmjK8IZ-o6FQ58nDZJGZvxq63fCgrOJNYGKmuQCUegU8LBaCwbCmsYy1ZtGjDRL7-2FGgvYa-evvExc7oIWax0Ie3Bg7SRJi3nux_Lt3ghkKCjQG8v8vasDHk/s1600/228644_212302705456577_193875377299310_684590_1479708_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodOIG5cLPqQCmvLp_xnfmjK8IZ-o6FQ58nDZJGZvxq63fCgrOJNYGKmuQCUegU8LBaCwbCmsYy1ZtGjDRL7-2FGgvYa-evvExc7oIWax0Ie3Bg7SRJi3nux_Lt3ghkKCjQG8v8vasDHk/s400/228644_212302705456577_193875377299310_684590_1479708_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607786084013981890" /></a><br />photo: incubator107<br /><br />Experienta mi-a placut mult, am perceput-o ca pe un moment in care am mai descoperit lucruri noi despre mine. De altfel, in ultima perioada vad ca persista un interes crescut fata de artele vizuale, de orice fel. Mi-ar placea tare mult sa pot face treaba asta mai serios, dar din pacate nu exista nici conditiile, nici timpul necesar, in momentul asta. Insa...nu se stie niciodata...Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-8271231094581223972011-05-07T20:32:00.003+03:002011-05-07T21:13:10.031+03:00No one killed Jessica<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVzlkq_MZZx2df3mu7BeHodQjgqxdly-sT__N419id90o6ypEk3vm0vMJwMJphXN5bmJHNhp2yuauorK_JsGvi5i_-yvBPm5wmxHsY6qADGkEgYhlDIXCev7ktfm7LVFN4PlDk9ORWMo/s1600/No-One-Killed-Jessica-Overseas-Box-Office-Collection-Report.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVzlkq_MZZx2df3mu7BeHodQjgqxdly-sT__N419id90o6ypEk3vm0vMJwMJphXN5bmJHNhp2yuauorK_JsGvi5i_-yvBPm5wmxHsY6qADGkEgYhlDIXCev7ktfm7LVFN4PlDk9ORWMo/s400/No-One-Killed-Jessica-Overseas-Box-Office-Collection-Report.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604034110410619202" /></a><br /> source: google images<br /><br /><br /> Un film bazat pe fapte reale. <br /><br /> Se intampla in India, in 1999, intr-un bar (probabil un fel de bamboo de la noi). O femeie, fotomodel, a fost impuscata pentru ca a refuzat sa-l serveasca pe viitorul ei calau, cu o bautura alcoolica(motivul fiind ca aceasta se terminase). Criminalul era baiatul unui ministru, iar acest lucru avea sa se vada in primul verdict dat de catre instanta: NEVINOVAT! Parca suna cunoscut acest scenariu. Daca nu s-ar vorbi in hindi si nu am vedea sari-urile doamnelor, din cand in cand, am putea spune ca e filmat in Romania...multe, foarte multe lucruri in comun: saracie, coruptie fara limite, tradari, lasitati, etc...Dar! finalul povestii este cel care ne deosebeste fundamental de indieni. In momentul in care populatia, aia saraca dar muuulta, este informata despre cum au stat lucrurile de fapt, ia atitudine; o atitudine care schimba tot. Media si publicul reusesc sa schimbe un verdict cumparat cu bani multi si sa faca dreptate unei fete a carei viata a valorat mai putin decat un pahar de lichior, dupa cum spunea Sabrina, sora victimei. <br /><br />Asta este unul din motivele pentru care am iubit aceasta tara din prima zi in care pus piciorul acolo, poate cel mai important dintre toate: este o tara vie pentru ca gandeste cu inima. Nu este nici pe departe perfecta, ba poate fi catalogata chiar infecta daca e sa comparam comfortul din Europa cu cel de acolo, dar oamenii de acolo sunt vii, spre deosebire de noi. Europa este un cimitir, America un laborator...<br /><br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Jessica_Lall<br /><br />aici se poate vedea filmul gratis, cu subtitrare. :)<br /><br />http://www.filmeonline.org/no-one-killed-jessica-2011-film-online/Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-77725668566754883062011-05-02T20:18:00.005+03:002011-05-02T20:48:18.079+03:00Un (alt) 1 mai cu buclucAnul trecut, petrecerea zilei de 1 mai a debutat cu un semi accident de masina, care ar fi putut sfarsi rau, dar am avut noroc. Apoi a urmat o tura la Malaiesti superba.<br /><br />Anul asta, am ramas in Bucuresti, cu intentia de odihna cat mai multa. Ieri, de pe la 11 dimineatzxa a inceput distractia. Vecinii mei, tigani, si-au botezat copilul, asa ca e usor de imaginat cam care a fost atmosfera pe strada noastra. Un motiv mai mult decat suficient sa-mi fac de drum prin oras. Vorbesc cu Catalina sa iesim la o tura cu biclele. Dupa ce eliminam toate variantele extra orasenesti, ne hotaram sa ne plimbam prin Primaverii si apoi sa lenevim la soare, undeva in iarba. <br /><br />Orasul era destul de linsitit,pietoni putini pe Magheru, asa ca am luat-o usor, pe trotuar ca sa mai putem schimba o vorba. Si cum mergeam noi linsitite, vine din fata un semi vagabond, foarte probabil beat, care intra direct in catalina, care ricoseaza in mine si eu sfarsesc peste bitza, undeva in lateral-fatza. Nu se punea problema ca n-ar fi avut pe unde sa mearga sau ca l-ar fi lovit Catalina in vreun fel. Pur si simplu a intrat in ea. <br /><br />Dupa ce ne-am revenit din soc, am plecat mai departe. Vreme buna, plimbare frumoasa, cafea in herastrau, leneveala si culturalizare in Gradina japoneza. Frumos...pana am ajuns acasa si am constatat ca incheietura mainii drepte a inceput sa ma doara si inca destul de serios. <br /><br />Azi dimineatza vazand ca nu a intervenit nicio schimbare in bine, iar la pian nu puteam canta aproape deloc, l-am sunat pe medicul ortoped. Si, ca sa fie tacamul complet, azi am primit si invitatie sa cant la Timisoara peste 2 saptamani intr-un festival. Verdictul specialistului: entorsa, ghips o saptamana daca vrei sa-ti treaca mai repede si sa canti peste 2 saptamani. <br /><br />Dupa cateva ore de convietuire cu Domnu' Alb, pot sa spun ca incep sa dezvolt o noua tehnica de tastare la calculator. La pian nu pot canta nimic deocamdata...dar mai am 7 zile :)), toate activitatile casnice au alta culoare acum...si inca n-am gatit nimic.<br /><br />Ma intreb eu asa...ar trebui sa stiu ceva in mod deosebit despre aceasta zi? ar trebui sa fac ceva special pentru a nu mai fi predispusa la accidente? <br />Daca in mod normal avem nevoie de mai multe dovezi pentru a lua ceva in serios, cand e vorba de asemenea dovezi...parca nu-ti trebuie prea multe sa te scuture....Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-66952317243586689162011-03-14T21:19:00.003+02:002011-03-14T21:26:22.491+02:00Intoarcere in interbelic, joi 17 martie, ora 21:00, in Artjazz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQO5mmBADXlkJAU00HfqENZgbKgtPs3qoSN5jKO7OczsqSc79jY8CElqvWeeQga9u7HptqoXjC9qjo1kI9MuBoa9W9YmCxwLdWUAupi-H5zRgOUwJVl3sAP53uNNO4GjFYyOZKK6pZzg/s1600/Jipa_Afis_Elena+Popa+A3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQO5mmBADXlkJAU00HfqENZgbKgtPs3qoSN5jKO7OczsqSc79jY8CElqvWeeQga9u7HptqoXjC9qjo1kI9MuBoa9W9YmCxwLdWUAupi-H5zRgOUwJVl3sAP53uNNO4GjFYyOZKK6pZzg/s400/Jipa_Afis_Elena+Popa+A3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584018133663002850" /></a><br /><br /><br />Iata ca mai schimbam un pic registrul....rusii mai iau o pauza.:)<br /><br />Sper sa ne vedem joi seara in Artjazz la un cantcel si-un paharel...Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-74388635697546459242011-02-24T21:25:00.010+02:002011-02-26T11:41:33.188+02:00Poveste de iarna in Ciucas 18-20 februarieWeekendul trecut am fost in Ciucas. O caruta Volkswagen de oameni, vreo 8 la numar. Am plecat vineri seara din Bucuresti, cu destinatia Muntele Rosu. Totul bine si frumos pana am inceput sa urcam pe drumul forestier. Dupa prima curba, au inceput "distractiile": gheata, zapada si o masina care parca era un asin ce s-a oprit in mijlocul drumului si nu mai vrea sa urce. Ba mai mult decat atat, mai joaca si feste de genul ca o ia inapoi la vale, oprit fiind. Dupa ce i-am pus coltarii pe picioarele din fata, s-a dat pe brazda si a luat-o usor la deal. Admnistratorul de la cabana, un om de nota 1000, a coborat cu dacia lui sa ne ajute. Si ne-a ajutat mult, pt ca la ora 12 noaptea nu prea ardea nimanui sa urce pe jos pana la cabana, pe ninsoare. <br /><br />Trebuie sa spun ca am fost extrem de placut surprinsa de aceasta cabana. Omul care o administreaza, dupa cum am spus mai devreme....e de pus pe rana, la inima, unde vreti voi. Cabana f bine intretinuta, caldura de am stat cu geamul deschis (sambata a stat toata ziua geamul deschis...si nu s a simtit), apa calda, mancare buna si ieftina, si toatea astea pt 25 de lei pe noapte. Adica...mai ieftin ca la valea sambetei...unde mai bine stai afara decat inauntru....<br />Sambata am urcat pe Gropsoarele si apoi am mers la cabana Ciucas, care e aproape gata. Cica din iunie o sa-i dea drumul, dar sincer, nu vad prea multi montaniarzi cazandu-se acolo, pentru ca f probabil va fi o cabana mai luxoasa si cu preturi pe masura...<br />In tura asta nu am avut soare, dar am avut altele...ninsoare non stop, ceata, vant. Ca sa-l citez pe Teo...la munte e frumos pe orice vreme....dupa cum puteti vedea mai departe:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qN9cUYvfp9xyIS5Lo3NbIGYo_TJ5LNTbjv3M8cl2O_Ve9zQ3F5Lle7fXzUNWGnKRHvHtnJlS_kAkd9x9Mud7vSn2nrezj2Q_STTh9wUTwU3HtM8zjwF0K-IYNjdfl3tfflqHAmgTG1s/s1600/DSC01572.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qN9cUYvfp9xyIS5Lo3NbIGYo_TJ5LNTbjv3M8cl2O_Ve9zQ3F5Lle7fXzUNWGnKRHvHtnJlS_kAkd9x9Mud7vSn2nrezj2Q_STTh9wUTwU3HtM8zjwF0K-IYNjdfl3tfflqHAmgTG1s/s400/DSC01572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577350734793849842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXmIzKOHSriNhSl7dQy8mEBxzv2z79Khd7Jf_uGPh3wTrI10Ym089heyvlPFhNpRKnHrXAYjVKX4iczLZ76lpPYKVCAYdA5sLyWZ551aYSLSeJy3bOn-QSF5Rh-TLkZn2nALBrToaYEHA/s1600/DSC01569.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDN3LQ8LMtmqda2z0TPhe5Ag2Ns6p1_ftzWCnjizx90rmsc_TsgMtykeD1fDjsK24gP5QBRNhCa6ODLMeawFQSNkI9dHA3Y9phB6B3BibLKyoIfIXGKu28mE_K4Dwsw9G7RsMyTMN6OyQ/s400/MTB_0667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577351948853770402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqUCdYJsx6q4pIP9IYWl7ItKKo76JKZMQgk7QY9glpBGh17EdYbW2HqLcL7g2BMnT7im3IoTa9Bd0R0jiFwnfB95MX_nnw2iuKCVvKZqRrt_ABk2la2uomHTHbkcACldJf2rB4JNOOBvk/s1600/MTB_0666.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqUCdYJsx6q4pIP9IYWl7ItKKo76JKZMQgk7QY9glpBGh17EdYbW2HqLcL7g2BMnT7im3IoTa9Bd0R0jiFwnfB95MX_nnw2iuKCVvKZqRrt_ABk2la2uomHTHbkcACldJf2rB4JNOOBvk/s400/MTB_0666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577351938739748114" /></a><br />Seara ne-am delectat cu bucatele bucatariei de la Muntele Rosu, bune si ieftine, plus mini photosessions. :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjedzEAmc_ul9AJspHNvnyGvn4lrxlXojtLUxKr8VvpKNAUYXg7HucThyfeujQ-XBXlWteW1MdOkd6qHpzJVy5S3qLdGkbOuw9YV2FWdwA3j2znj9Ab7UkJQXrafe4OaiAO2iLBjeEM-hY/s1600/MTB_0764.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjedzEAmc_ul9AJspHNvnyGvn4lrxlXojtLUxKr8VvpKNAUYXg7HucThyfeujQ-XBXlWteW1MdOkd6qHpzJVy5S3qLdGkbOuw9YV2FWdwA3j2znj9Ab7UkJQXrafe4OaiAO2iLBjeEM-hY/s400/MTB_0764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577352393575174066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXeuo0O1HPJ29gtDswRwI8DEmiHZKqSj-9SANu2xjv-b1HtxGnxJYkAYEr2J9UI25o3qQQqvuDuHbWqyqHPxI7cWSYQL_jPYmugqc9hAueMwii_1WBnrJHcN4_nej60SBl-M0owkFagw/s1600/MTB_0744.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXeuo0O1HPJ29gtDswRwI8DEmiHZKqSj-9SANu2xjv-b1HtxGnxJYkAYEr2J9UI25o3qQQqvuDuHbWqyqHPxI7cWSYQL_jPYmugqc9hAueMwii_1WBnrJHcN4_nej60SBl-M0owkFagw/s400/MTB_0744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577352386440419250" /></a><br /><br />A doua zi, avand in vedere faptul ca vizibilitatea nu prea era si nimeni nu a avut chef sa se trezeasca cu noaptea in cap sa faca creasta Zaganului, am ales sa mergem pe Bratocea, la o mica plimbare.Dupa un mic-dejun de vreo ...2 ore, se impunea putina miscare. A meritat din plin ..dupa cum veti vedea:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJiEa8uyctvoBqAyQAZmy0U2DiQ4UQjZ05UgOw1mi6eaJgcdxgg8jQX-LFQdXG0uIfOslW98jqEM41sbxY5jmpDmzK4uhuzX3V45Fy3STXF_AQvGlrt_gjZNoY2OpKa8ZpBNWSvFsWD8/s1600/IMG_0207.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJiEa8uyctvoBqAyQAZmy0U2DiQ4UQjZ05UgOw1mi6eaJgcdxgg8jQX-LFQdXG0uIfOslW98jqEM41sbxY5jmpDmzK4uhuzX3V45Fy3STXF_AQvGlrt_gjZNoY2OpKa8ZpBNWSvFsWD8/s400/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577353624647350322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9QAtkzPHEL4GOLdMyIT52Mm_o9uqXKz8a4gCnKtPNMGDDTR3whbi-fzdjNtoP3LmF_HJRvew6ZD-4COttSdj_F910oBoMzyI_veXbog_1iyhnQBRdAYf1OJJg2HeVQiJAPAzP5OSAdM/s1600/IMG_0209.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9QAtkzPHEL4GOLdMyIT52Mm_o9uqXKz8a4gCnKtPNMGDDTR3whbi-fzdjNtoP3LmF_HJRvew6ZD-4COttSdj_F910oBoMzyI_veXbog_1iyhnQBRdAYf1OJJg2HeVQiJAPAzP5OSAdM/s400/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577353616515278546" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8aLsSwPIekG9_Q8TnAdFtD18b1vRYWRxsGTwE_izn-zoeX7perjGsmZ2d-NUkViI3_6Lh2Y14-a5oHImdzbdw-E3tOK6gJ8XlusI8bJQI6y5xmx6D1qyhrryTWefBX4qtC8w5XrIX2I/s1600/DSC_3086.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8aLsSwPIekG9_Q8TnAdFtD18b1vRYWRxsGTwE_izn-zoeX7perjGsmZ2d-NUkViI3_6Lh2Y14-a5oHImdzbdw-E3tOK6gJ8XlusI8bJQI6y5xmx6D1qyhrryTWefBX4qtC8w5XrIX2I/s400/DSC_3086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577356635781987570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUA1rjsk6kSRZrB9riXGngG0WBa4U3Ihz5rKGp1lbKVIWzO8nAAgYryhq4Cphq6rh7vVThSIULyHqbK9TcHk2YrdH1inBGkG4Ko2OLWAX1jjdBREGlRnYj064TU8KnCotI_Jm_Q94z4I/s1600/DSC_3107+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUA1rjsk6kSRZrB9riXGngG0WBa4U3Ihz5rKGp1lbKVIWzO8nAAgYryhq4Cphq6rh7vVThSIULyHqbK9TcHk2YrdH1inBGkG4Ko2OLWAX1jjdBREGlRnYj064TU8KnCotI_Jm_Q94z4I/s400/DSC_3107+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577356629852288082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJA_AQQ0QImCKi45W9gnR4sK9UhklYoFb004y2FgWko2fhR9sv__gTAA3az4LX16NeORnIV3lss1RWTwy10DHsaHQ8mK7_xGWUQ9OuaAH7OBzTa6N-Lb1sWSR9_-nhFTXkFE2JW76VxEA/s1600/DSC_3105+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJA_AQQ0QImCKi45W9gnR4sK9UhklYoFb004y2FgWko2fhR9sv__gTAA3az4LX16NeORnIV3lss1RWTwy10DHsaHQ8mK7_xGWUQ9OuaAH7OBzTa6N-Lb1sWSR9_-nhFTXkFE2JW76VxEA/s400/DSC_3105+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577356617133838066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjthOj_FaQv_nsj0uJDWbnBVsjFEQVddf_KePwmdTHpdPfGudi196S5Zc5Ts4eMWn3OzLa-nifv3WlmDvjpYfilNGZUyjgkZMznUM5b3NhPXE3rZxJNWPLDOcoyftiPoSWMHijWKjP_hyphenhyphenQ/s1600/DSC_3069+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjthOj_FaQv_nsj0uJDWbnBVsjFEQVddf_KePwmdTHpdPfGudi196S5Zc5Ts4eMWn3OzLa-nifv3WlmDvjpYfilNGZUyjgkZMznUM5b3NhPXE3rZxJNWPLDOcoyftiPoSWMHijWKjP_hyphenhyphenQ/s400/DSC_3069+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577356611481831026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2bBUqZleJd1lSO9USCsYYpUY7lL5icuW6zvuclIlZ8MAsJJkrSpGVf49sI6nH1TgKZxfD6iUnVFv3_5QIn3qcUfvvET0NPJJObTaWIop6iddtjli4nmLuqmk2iZ_s7ePunFElSavtUw/s1600/DSC_3066+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2bBUqZleJd1lSO9USCsYYpUY7lL5icuW6zvuclIlZ8MAsJJkrSpGVf49sI6nH1TgKZxfD6iUnVFv3_5QIn3qcUfvvET0NPJJObTaWIop6iddtjli4nmLuqmk2iZ_s7ePunFElSavtUw/s400/DSC_3066+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577356600789347778" /></a><br /><br />iar in incheiere, episodul de "Radeti, va rog!" ca sa nu plangeti...niste tarani si-au lasat masina in mijlocul drumului, aproape de cabana. Niste oameni buni, care au vrut sa-i invete pe tarani ca nu e frumos ce fac si ca nu asa se lasa o masina...au ingropat-o in zapada...si i-au pus si numere in mot, cum bine zicea un prieten...bomboana de pe coliva sau cireasa de pe tort...ca sa fie tacamul complet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91SjcbaBWn9oGzdu2m7KgPdAUIqpaEHBNvns9eKf3dpwj9wb42E3qXVP9f2hCCbxW2PSpuyA8Hp00wvrYJRJUXqRuL6uFFGmZtnB-T9lhulyUUCs56Nmf4Ub-XY0SLr9MltG6UFgmiYc/s1600/masina+tort.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91SjcbaBWn9oGzdu2m7KgPdAUIqpaEHBNvns9eKf3dpwj9wb42E3qXVP9f2hCCbxW2PSpuyA8Hp00wvrYJRJUXqRuL6uFFGmZtnB-T9lhulyUUCs56Nmf4Ub-XY0SLr9MltG6UFgmiYc/s400/masina+tort.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577930905944653426" /></a><br /><br />Si am incalecat pe-o sa si v-am spus povestea ashea...<br />fotografi de serviciu: aproape toti membrii trupei,: Ceapone (Cristian Popescu), Teo Bunica, Mihai Daitoiu, Dana Ene, Radu Antonescu,subsemnata.Elena Popahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564824137686922396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572616067867639055.post-601061565218776992011-02-24T20:47:00.005+02:002011-02-24T21:18:35.708+02:00Valea sambetei 12-13 februarie 2011O tura cu mult soare si o noapte superba de urcat, dupa o zi total pe dos. Pe cat de frumos si de cald a fost afara ziua, pe atat de rau a fost noaptea in cabana... nu s-a schimbat nimic de acu 2 ani cand am fost prima data. aceleasi sobe care nu se incalzesc, aceleasi lemne care nu se aprind, acelasi frig umed in camere, si totul la un pret exorbitant, daca e sa compar cu alte cabane....30 de lei pe noapte, iar mancarea nu era nici aia prea ieftina;din fericire de aia nu am avut nevoie...<br />Altfel...am iesit intr-o companie 100% noua, placuta, oameni faini. A fost un pic ciudat pentru mine pt ca nu am mai facut o treaba de genul asta de multa vreme (adica sa ies cu straini pe munte), ba chiar la un moment dat ziceam ca nu mai fac in viata mea asa ceva....:)), exceptand diferentele de ritm de mers pe traseu, totul a fost ok. 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