Monste Logo Tech Decks

Long weekend in Santiago in the Maipo Cajon where How to lose his sense of itself in two days

Friday night, returned from the Cosmonaut Telescope. He had before him, according to the schedule, five whole days before he was not returned to the north. So we decided to spend a long weekend Cajon de Maipo. Matilda advised me to book accommodation in the Refugio Lo Valdes . Saturday was chillin in Santiago also to say goodbye to JB and Matilda who left for three months traveling in South America with their camper and two children two years and another six months. Saturday night we went out with colleagues Cosmonaut. After eating at Azul Profundo and then we went to La Casa en el Aire to see a concert. I write all this especially for you that the three areas (refuge, restaurant and bar) are very nice places, if you ever looking for places to Santiago.

Sunday, after a good sleep, we left in the Cajon de Maipo. In the car, we put our skis hikes, our ARVAs (even for nothing, the avalanche risk was the same as in Marseille in winter) and Settlers of Catan, a game which we are completely hooked. Sunday afternoon, the road to Cajon de Maipo was full of cars returning to Santiago. We wondered what happens in the Cajon. Is it possible that this small local festival in San Jose has attracted so many people? But no, my dear reader, no party! Snow! When we saw the first snowman sitting on the roof of a car, it was found it's funny. But there were other snowmen on roofs and even windshields, attached by a scarf on the wipers. We began to fear rather than any snow moved to Santiago with people. But fortunately, once arrived, we saw that there are still remnants. And on the remains, there were generations of Chileans on sledges and mothers cooked on picnic tables in front of the car tesitos , small teas, as they say here, to heat their children, fathers and grandfathers who have fun on a small hill next to the parking lot. This joy and these snowmen, it is much competition to the idea that, kids, we had, that is putting small snowmen in the small freezer for my mother to enjoy it as the summer. Moreover, the cosmonaut told me that Hawaii, where he observes sometimes people like to fill their cars with snow on the mountain to descend quickly to the beach and build a snowman ... of course !

We came to Refugio and we were there alone. Expected a little. Chileans have very little vacation and in addition, the Refugio is quite expensive for a Chilean average.

Monday, we woke up early to be at the time of opening the door del Monumento Natural El Morado. El Monumento is a reserve around Quebrada Morales, a valley that culminated in Cerro Morado (4020M). Nature reserves in Chile, it's simple, we chose a valley, block access, it is a door and you put a guy who charges people. The money earned pays the guy and other things like maintenance of the fence and I do not know what else, but it is certainly not used to protect nature, marked trails or stop people throwing the garbage everywhere. In addition, the doors open to reserve a time that seems logical to Chileans, ie, in this cases, at 8:30, which does not seem very logical to someone who is already touring skis in his life. Because that person knows he must start much earlier to go quietly when he is not too hot and to have enough time.

But this time, the late opening of the reserve was not really a problem. Because I have not slept well at night and when we started to climb with the aim of 1600 vertical meters to a hill of 3400m, I also began to suffer. Anyway, me, I suffer every time. I am a disabled person of any sports and I still remember how, when during the course of sports, people have chosen their team of colleagues to play volleyball like that, I stayed with Stolcova, always the last to be called. Stolcova, she was even smaller than me, she ate glue and once it was attached to our room by tying knots tight on ropes from his jacket and she did not come off. I am so accustomed that the first twenty minutes is always hell. But here, even after, it was hard, but I was thinking it would go. When we walked for almost an hour, I began to think whether this pain in the chest, is it due to pollution in Santiago, a swine flu or a cardiac arrest. I just need to blow my nose, but it's pretty normal winter, so I did not say that it is without doubt the cardiac arrest. Then I tried to persuade me that I am tired by the fact that the road does not go really, but it is rather flat. After half past one, I said it was especially occupy the body is giving me the news about my suffering, ie the brain. I remembered a song Nohavica, a Czech singer, who did a song on "Peace Tournament", an equivalent of the Tour de France in the communist period. The song says: "If it goes ok, and if it goes wrong, we must move forward, and it will yield." Except that in my case it was more of a flamenco version of "eeeeeeee, siiiiiiiiiii, çaaaaaaaa ...". The cosmonaut was going well before (Nohavica sings in his song "Hey, look, before he is a bastard, he said, there, I escape, that's his problem ...), he sought the path on the remains of the snow and he asked me if it's okay. Finally, he got me fired 800 meters in altitude, all that to say I am a "soft Caca", something green, pasty and soft, and he gave me some good tips how to train better. It had to go down, I would happily, if not most of my ordeal was the dish that was also flat on the way back. Then, on the contrary, the end was very stiff. And as I also could not really ski too. The cosmonaut had therefore the opportunity to reiterate that I am a Cacamolle, that I do nothing of his good advice he gave me during our day of skiing in La Parva and two years ago, I went down a hallway en Vercors much the same. And I made a hysterical scene before, but after I got off without falling. But yes, I remember well when I was scared to death, he said he had not I drop, because in that case I would not stop me and I ically make me very ill. So it is that you do not fall.

Fortunately, the evening I began to cough and good little need to blow his nose became a cold, so I was out of breath just by going upstairs. And then in the evening, I still lost Settlers of Catan.

occurred Tuesday morning with a heavy sky snowflakes. But you probably knew that, it will snow the next day and suddenly, you can make a hike. The cosmonaut has scheduled a climb for Cacamolles, thin 1100 meters in altitude. The only problem was that the path he had to borrow cars to shorten the approach was the way to Baños Colina. And that path was closed to the Chilean way, ie, there was a large earthen rampart at the entrance to any car or Pathfinder, could cross. It would therefore put the skis on his back and walk up the snow. The time m ark was estimated at "15 minutes if you walk properly." But the keeper of the shelter has advised us to go more towards the road to Baños Morales where you can get to the snow. Yes, the hike will be longer, but ... And there is therefore provided. Slopes were not a flake, but on the way, there was a layer of snow on the eve of a melt at least a hundred times to set the evening. But it was snow. We got out of the car. In anticipation of warmer times, I removed my sweater and I was freezing in the cold wind blows. And then the miracle happened. The cosmonaut said he was lazy, that the snow is horrible and if you would drop then. And

was dropped. It took a little walk in the other valleys in the car and we returned to Santiago. But not like this. The cosmonaut and offered me to drive. For me to learn. For I am a disaster! Cacamolle roads! I have my license for fifteen years, but more often than "driving" that I used "identity" when I forgot my documents.

And so I set to drive. First on a dirt road after the road and finally Santiago. Finally, most of the time, the four wheels of the car were on the road or on the road. Sometimes they were in the distorted, because I did not really mind where the car over the road and that I feel like the truck cons sense can never pass without I also release my way, I throw myself into the distorted. But fortunately, we have a Pathfinder and it likes. In addition, I have the drive and cough, sneeze and blow my nose at the same time and it is really hard!

But I told myself, I am not a Cacamolle, I get to the door of our building! But I forgot that I passed the driving school in Rokycany, a town of 17,000 inhabitants, and most of my experience post-license is held there. And as Santiago, it has twice the void in the number of inhabitants. On the road, I've always found a driver so slow that I, like a big truck loaded with dead, and I drove back, and having a good excuse why I drive too slowly. Also, it is only As a driver I've seen in Chile, everywhere there are signs: "Slow" or "Maximum speed: 30 km / h". Sometimes the limit is 50 and even 60 of them mad, so I was forced to accelerate, because driving in a restricted area well below this limit is more than my self-esteem can bear. I thought it was a pity that there was no police anywhere, because I imagined how I pressed the smartest of all when you stop me, in contrast to other drivers. But the cosmonaut, he told me I should be happy because I was arrested for disturbing public order.

In addition, we re-entered rush hour. When we were almost Americo Vespucio, cosmonaut told me to get in the way right, what I did, but it turned out that was the way that ended with the bus stop. The cosmonaut said thus become embedded in the right way, but there were lots of cars. What I saw in the mirror, which is not bad. For cons, I did not know how to do inlay. A Rokycany, we do not encrusted, they drove in a loop around the station and waited for the train when the girl's teacher happen to bring home. But anyway, I tried twice to m'incruster, but the cosmonaut told that to become embedded, already, we must not look in the mirror, but in the window, it is important not to slow down, but to accelerate and false spin in the first small hole between the cars. But we were already arrested on the bus and so I had to give way and driving in Marseilles.

I'm sure that even Stolcova she knows encrusted today. So I'm going to start. Then I can drive in the gym where I train. I do not shake Cacamolle!

Tool Pull Hair Through Ponytail

Frío

It's cold in Santiago. Even if it does not snow here, center, and the temperature drops to zero in the evening or night, the newspapers do not stop bombarding us with information about how it was cold here and there. Apart from the news that there were four women who died during childbirth by a cesarean section in a public hospital (which made me understand why even our friends who want to do absolutely everything as a Chilean average, will only in private clinics. The care service is pathetic in Chile), it seems that Chile has become a country of children who were throwing snowballs. "It's cold! And the night!? What horror!" Our Pilates teacher greeted us today. Yes, yes, I've never seen before in my life people in a gym in coats. In assoc where I work, colleagues welcomed me and shaking around a gas heater thin, they asked me if there were heat waves in Europe. Personally, even after five winters mild spent in France, I still have a bit of Czech children throwing snowballs Spring course without gloves. So I must admit, I thought that the Chilean winter is much worse. But at the same time, I learned that a hot water bottle , this mysterious thing that a child reading Arthur Ransome, I dreamed in my small room in a communist panelak (a building constructed of prefabricated concrete blocks) heated at 24 Degrees, a hot water bottle because it was whose aunt gave Swallows and Amazons once they returned from their adventures, this kettle, this is a stinking piece of rubber, without which it is impossible to crawl under the duvet icy.

This weekend, La Tercera has written, the best friend of the player will be a coat and a heater. I am also a reader of La Tercera, and I think they're absolutely right, especially as the cosmonaut is, as usual, the Telescope in northern Chile. In the middle of the Atacama Desert on the small hill, too, is covered by snow . And me, I'm home next to our heating which, fortunately, we already have. But it is a friend a little whimsical.

Finally, we bought a large heater works with gas cylinders. It was just the problem that needs to order these bottles, but it is rather funny. I learned that it is not necessary to be alert and hear the characteristic sound of the truck that passes under your windows to run out and buy a bottle as I told you there . Just order a bottle on the Internet and the network does not fall at the end, an inscription "Pronto recibir el gas de los Chilenos! (Soon you Chileans will receive the gas!) "shine on your screen. You just have to wait for your bottle and then, once the bottle is connected, it has the small problem that there is too much gas in there. Who said said too much gas flame too high which will alert the security system that will shut down your heating. You need a little patience to relight the heater a few times a day and then you enter the ideal time, when the heating and hot not extinguished. After four days, you enter the terminal phase, ie the heating s'éteins does not at all, because there is more too much gas in the bottle, and flame becomes smaller and does not heat too. But hey, you can always get warm while watching the flames, as your heating, it is an open fire. Do not ask me, how warm the people who have kids.

Our heating lies in our living room and if we want to maintain the correct temperature, you must close all doors that lead into the rooms. We would like heaters for the rooms, outside, is prohibited and in addition, the rooms are so small that once the heater is installed, you no longer come home to enjoy it, so it is not really nothing. But the temperature in the room is between 18 and 20 degrees and it deserves much shouts Chileans surprised: "Haaa, tropical !!!!" Chileans little or no heat at all. Not that they are accustomed to cold. At a European price of 11,000 pesos, ie 15 euro per bottle, seems to be too high, but the Chileans, they earn around 550 euro per month, are considered well paid is very expensive. And I'm not talking about those minimum wage which is about 230 euro per month. People stay in their homes so they heat and coats as they can.

So I'm not complaining. In fact, since the return, I feel really happy.

We're back.

Astonished, I look at our apartment is almost finished and I find it very comfortable. We lack a cabinet, which has not, as in Chile, there is no wardrobe. But even that rule here seems to change once the cold grave. Last week, looking for something at the mall, I discovered not one but two closets! Two very ugly, but it's a start, anyway!

After twenty years of having the world squinted my eyes to the mole, I tried the lenses and then I look, I see, I mate and I can not find words to express how awesome it is .

Since our return, I find Chileans are much warmer than before we left. This is probably because I have my preconcepts how should the "Latino". It's true that saying "South American" is about as descriptive as "European". Without wishing that Chileans are people who embrace, talk, dance the salsa and make the party all the time, I find them quite nice. Even if our neighbors do not change and yesterday, the keeper called me to tell me that my neighbor is complaining that I shook the water from the window and our crumbs fall in his garden in front of windows.

In association where I do my volunteer work, I decided to form a support group for professionals working with people with Alzheimer's, I'm looking for another job and I have two students interested in Czech language lessons. It is true that, for cons, I could write a long article about how to validate my degree in psy. In short, before bringing it before the committee must, in Prague , go see it for the college give me a stamp certifying that the diploma is not plagiarism. To tell you the truth, degrees from Charles University are printed on paper very special handmade and they are in Latin. Difficult to plagiarism, but good. Once you have this buffer, you will see the Ministry of Health, because as a psychologist, I am committed to this ministry there. The Department is responsible for verifying that the buffer is not a college plagiarism by ... certify that a buffer. Then you go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. And there, they check that the buffer of the Ministry of Health is a true buffer. They confirm, yes, you present it well, with a buffer. And then, you only need to go to the Chilean Embassy in Prague who will verify that the stamp of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is not a fake stamp and Heureka, will give you ... a stamp! And four pads across the world later, your diploma is ready to deserve the attention of a university in Chile and committees that will decide if you recognize it or not.

And Tuesday, I go to court for trial. That of the Cosmonaut (always Telescope) which is responsible for taking the freeway without the little box of electronic toll. It is true that I have already paid the PV in April, but it should not count on the fact that this was recorded. The Cosmonaut is accused of not paying the highway and not to react when he was asked to do more than pay the surcharge. But apparently it is a rapid procedure, finally, once it's your turn, which, by cons, can take hours. Do not be surprised, there are plenty of people who have committed fraud as you are waiting ahead.

But I'm not depressed. I think the trip to Europe was actually a good thing, even if at first I thought it shoed that any slow down. Instead, he gave me lots of energy, because then I know my life is really, really here.

Can Pcos Cause Abnormal Pap

Return

I am far behind on my blog in French. I just spent six weeks in Europe and I could barely write in Czech. And as the blog is mostly fun, I did not forced to do translations, I used my friends and my family. But we're back to Santiago after four weeks in France and the last two in Czechia. In Czechia, my brother was married and a good friend of mine. Otherwise, there was the cosmonaut's mother and her boyfriend who came to see us and also see Prague and was therefore able to eliminate the pounds gained in France ran through the streets of Prague. course, given the quantities of beer that has engulfed the results were still pounds heavier, but more, we could see full bar and I have a little ashamed of having time time. Yes, even twenty years after the revolution, servers and sellers are very unpleasant and usually, people do not have many manners. And I, who thought that it was in Chile where the servers are not aware that an aperitif is drunk before the flat and the flat should preferably come together and, in the ideal case Once we have enough to drink. In Czechia, I tried my best not too angry servers with complicated controls, but yet I got yelled at a few times. Then the top was still at the bar U Hrncir Kutna Hora, where we received a steak tartare, which apparently consisted of leftover cooked meat and chopped. I know here, if you do not touch the plate, you have the right to make, what I did for the first time in my life, but the server yelled at me that meat was below this color there, because it is mixed with ketchup. Oh la la, mi lindo Chile, a country where you do not always get what you want, but when you are not yelling at them.

the Czech Republic, we went to Marseille. We spent July 14. Since we were both quite exhausted by the six-week trip, we decided to spend the evening in the little house of Miriam, Cosmonaut's mother. The goal was to stay quiet, to calm our suitcases, a drink of champagne from the 15 in the morning at the airport in Lyon all fresh, beautiful, rested, as travelers pubs. The plane should take off at 17 hours and we left at 11:30, just to have enough time to make the rental car and eat. But little by little, we had to abandon the idea of a quiet meal, as the highway of the sun was full of British cars, German, Dutch, led by conductors of the color of crayfish. After an hour's drive, we learned that there is an accident behind Valencia and we have to wait at least forty minutes in the cap. We thought that the coup is likely to be at the airport 15 hours and it will. Then, half an hour later, they announced in the radio RadioTraffic (yes, there was still a bit stressed out since we put this radio is absolutely unlistenable) there is a trailer crashed into Montelimar. The Dutch cursed! And there was panic. Valencia Long before it was planted in a traffic jam. It was therefore decided to leave the highway, but we had no map, we had a GPS. Besides, I hate when people say that women are not moving in a map. Me, I can do. For cons, I totally no GPS search, how to go to Lyon without taking the national highway or taken by people who want to circumvent the cap, I do not know at all. The cosmonaut and immediately began bitching and he must lead me, I am unable with GPS and in addition, no map and I thought that it is him the French couple and he might know his country better. But there was nothing to do. We were on the national, it was 35 degrees, we had a field on one side, another on the other, a truck and 150km front and behind cars, cars and cars. It was an hour, but we knew that if we advance like that, half past three we had left before the closing of the window are not sufficient. Even the GPS said that the national, not congestion, it will happen for 3 hours. We started to think about going straight to Paris. But we knew that if the highway is blocked at Valencia, it will also further. About two o'clock we slowly reached the outskirts of Valencia. And there, my cosmonaut had an idea: go to Grenoble. Saving our city! Our mother Alpine! And just because the engineers who had the foresight to build the airport in St. Exupery in the east, it was at the airport a full hour before takeoff. Phew!

Once in Paris, we did everything to bring calm to travelers, it was therefore walked in the Duty Free and we played games on Playstation. The aircraft was scheduled for half past eleven ET we believe that it was time to take off. But half an hour before boarding, they announced that the device has a small problem and they must redo some tests. With an hour delay we finally boarded the vessel but just to have a beautiful view of the current tests. We were told they were obliged to replace something in the window plane and we saw how the pilots are trying to move all parts of the wing. I thought it might be due to stay in this bottling, that it might be a sign. I said that it would not bother me at all down so they can make a small test flight with no passengers. But they were apparently still on them and one hours later, was able to take off.

And here you are in Santiago. Finally, technicians Roissy were not deceived. Once on land, our only concern was whether we can bring home two boxes of my henna and raclette cheese. For Chileans, is obsessed with the fear of contamination. It is prohibited to import grains, spices, fruits, vegetables, meat, cheese, food, wood and anything that is plant or animal. In short, almost everything. They tell you clearly on the short form you are required to fill the plane. We are aware that there are scanners at the airport and we still remember and San Pedro de Atacama and its customs, gloves on his hands, coming out dirty socks and T-shirts full of perspiration every bag of everyone all the nozzles to finally find the bottom of a bag two Argentine apples, if ever the little Snow White Chilean sketched in, cause his sudden death. So they are right, the evil smuggler deserves an almond $ 150! To show our sympathy for fairy tales, it has been that yes, we take banned substances and we will show our cheese and our henna for the review of customs if they are dangerous. My dear reader, if you want to get your piece of sausage in Chile, proceed as follows: You put in your form as well yes, you have something illegal in your bag. When the nice miss that day next to the luggage rack you repeat the question, you say yes , I have something forbidden. It will ask if you've properly positioned in your form. You say yes . She says, smiling, that's fine and she will invite you to proceed to the scanner just like everyone else. There is a huge traffic jam the scanner as a whole plane just arrived. People can not get their luggage out of the scanner quickly and bags will fall out of the store for luggage rack in all directions. The cry that customs have to give them form declaring the contraband, but they do not have time to take a glance. People who are supposed to watch the scanner protect themselves against the luggage that may invade. No time to watch the screen. You're outside and your only regret is that you let your little pie in France. And if we ever discovered illegal content, you're well. Thou hast said. They can not you stick an almond, at worst, they'll confiscate what you bring.

During our stay in Europe, Santiago has become much greener. Apart from its greenery, our city hosted by a beautiful day with sunshine and 20 degrees. Behind our windows, all the trees have lost their leaves and through this, we have a unique view of the white peaks of the Cordillera. My geraniums started to bloom and my peppers are fiery red. For a little break this ideal image, there is just the swine flu. Chileans do not say "gripe pig", just "the pig", "the pig". And the sentence of the nearby Matilda "does not get too close, I have two little piglets at home," you understand that this flu is not really a disaster. If you think you have it, it is important not to go to the doctor. For if ever you have not, you could nab in the waiting room. Nobody has more cases. Because everyone knows that as the two piglets of the neighbor, her two children, we healed ... like a flu.

This weekend we went skiing in La Parva and one is mounted on the Manquehue, a small hill in Santiago who have a few meters higher than Snezka, the highest peak of the Czech Republic. After spending six weeks in Europe, it was a little breathless, but they must train, ski touring ahead of us ...