Thursday, March 31, 2011
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Monday, March 28, 2011
Izamal - Mexico
About Izamal :
Izamal is a small city in the Mexican state of Yucatán, 72 km (about 40 miles) east of state capital Mérida. What makes Izamal a magical town? Just enter the town and that question will be answered. The first thing that any visitor notices is that the town is painted yellow… all the colonial buildings, the market, the huge convent, everything! The next things that stand out are the cobblestone streets and the iron lampposts that give the town a tranquil ambiance. The sound of the clippity-clop of the horses pulling calesas or carriages will surely make you feel as if you've stepped back in time. The calesas are a main mode of travel for guests and locals alike in Izamal. To visit Izamal is to visit a city/town that is alive with three cultures – the ancient Mayan, the colonial, and the present day bustling Izamal. Izamal is a monument of color, history and pride that can be felt in its streets and buildings. On Sundays you can enjoy "Izamal en Domingo" in the Parque Zamna from 9 am to 3 pm. Art, music, and gastronomy are all around you! Called the City of Hills and located right in the middle of the Yucatán Peninsula, Izamal may be the oldest city in the Yucatán. Izamal was conquered by the Spaniards, and the monks in their eagerness to convert the Indians to Catholicism gave the city its religious distinction. To this day, Izamal's people are very devoted to the Immaculate Virgin. The most important thing to see here is the Franciscan convent that was built over one of the Mayan pyramids. This convent is also famous for the monk Fray Diego de Landa, its founder, who burned all the Indian scripts, and then, feeling remorse for what he had done, tried to rewrite all he could remember of the ways of the Mayas. It is here where Pope John Paul visited in 1993. This visit has been one of Izamal's claims to fame ever since, and is commemorated by a statue of the Pope in the convent courtyard. Inside the church itself, you will see the beautifully restored altarpiece, the stained-glass window of St. Francis of Asissi, and many statues along the walls. The second floor is where the statue of Our Lady of Izamal, Queen and Patron Saint of Yucatán, is housed. Note all the gold-leaf paint, crystal chandeliers, flowers and elegantly painted walls. A small church store with postcards and religious souvenirs is on the first floor. Izamal is a jewel of a colonial city, with almost all the buildings painted an egg-yolk yellow. Cobblestone streets and colonial lampposts complete the scenery. Clean, peaceful and quaint, this is a great town to stroll through. There are Mayan pyramids, colonial-style buildings, parks and plazas, horses and buggies, and lots of people-watching. Upon arrival, head to the Government Palace to see the large model in the outdoor corridor. It shows the entire town and the tremendous number of Mayan pyramids that are scattered about. To the north are the Mayan archaeological site of Kinich Kakmo, the most important. This is a largely unrestored pyramid that looks like a very symmetrical hill. A climb to the top will reward you with a beautiful view. You will also want to visit Kabul, Itzamatul and the Conejo. Next, visit the Museum of the Community, located under the convent in front of Cinco de Mayo Park. All the information is in Spanish, but the exhibits are interesting. While in Izamal, be sure to hire a horse-drawn carriage (calesa) to take you to the homes where local artisans work their magic creating unique crafts. There is a handcraft route the buggy driver will take you on to see the workshops where miniatures are made, where hammocks are woven, where papier maché butterflies and dragonflies are crafted, and where wooden jaguars, crucifixes, boxes and more are carved. Other crafts include jewelry made from the cocoyol seeds and the tips of the henequen plant.
MORE INFORMATIONS : http://yucatantoday.com/
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Casablanca - Morocco
About Casablanca :
Also known as Casa or Dar el Baida, Casablanca is essentially the capital of Morocco. Any European citizen or traveler will feel immediately at home here and will have an almost instinctive understanding of the life here. There are plenty of hotels in and around Casablanca. Regardless of the size of your budget, you can find a superb place to enjoy a meal in this vibrant city. Entertain your wildest holiday fantasies in Casablanca! Casablanca was established as a town in 1906 with a population of 20 000. Later in 1907 when the French landed here, Fez was its commercial center whilst Tangier was set up as the city's main harbor. The French were soon ousted, however, and had to seek a new port altogether and Tangier remained Moroccan. Things have changed much since then. With a population of over 3 million, Casablanca resembles a Southern European city. Today all duties are handled here except for administration. Many travellers stay in Casablanca just long enough to change planes or catch a train, but the sprawling metropolis deserves more time. It may not be as exotic as other Moroccan cities, but it is the country’s economical and cultural capital, and it represents Morocco on the move: Casablanca is where the money is being made, where the industry is, where art galleries show the best contemporary art and where fashion designers have a window on the world. The old pirate lair is looking towards the future, showing off its wealth and achievements. The city saw a rapid expansion during the early days of the French Protectorate, and still attracts droves of the rural poor dreaming of a better lifestyle. Many have made it good and proudly flaunt their newfound wealth, but many others languish in the grimy shanty towns on the city’s edge. Casablancais are cosmopolitan, and more open to Western ways than other places in Morocco. This is reflected in their dress, and in the way men and women hang out together in restaurants, bars, beaches and hip clubs. But Europe is not the only inspiration. More and more young Casablancais are realising that they come from a country with a fascinating history. Casablanca is full of contradictions. It is home to suffocating traffic jams, simmering social problems and huge shanty towns as well as wide boulevards, well-kept public parks, fountains and striking colonial architecture. The bleak facades of the suburbs stand in sharp contrast to the Hispano-Moorish, art-deco and modernist gems of the city centre, and to Casablanca’s modernist landmark, the enormous and incredibly ornate Hassan II Mosque.
MORE INFORMATIONS : http://www.lonelyplanet.com/
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
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Sunday, March 20, 2011
Niagara Falls - Canada
About Niagara Falls :
Niagara Falls, Canada is a destination unlike any other. From the top of Skylon Tower (775 feet up) to the base of Horseshoe Falls (188 feet down), Niagara Falls is an awe-inspiring Ontario Canada vacation destination. The Falls give off a round-the-clock roar, a refreshing - and surprisingly far-reaching - mist, and a reminder of just how wondrous our natural world is. From the marvel of gazing at the Falls from innumerable look-out points to adrenaline-fueled activities like whitewater jet boats, there are many ways to experience them, including an array of Niagara Falls attractions for all ages. For those that long to get up close to the Falls, don your famous blue slicker and jump aboard the Maid of the Mist Niagara Falls to go right up to the base, walk behind them at Journey Behind the Falls, or fly over them on a helicopter ride. And that's just the beginning. Even at night the Falls are impressive. The nightly illumination means you can enjoy them anywhere you have a Falls view - from your Niagara hotel, restaurant, cocktail lounge or observation deck. Every Friday-Sunday during the summer months and on special occasions, Falls Fireworks add a little extra colour to the display. If you can tear yourself away, Niagara Falls is a bustling destination full of activities for most everyone - vineyards and world-class golf courses, kid fun at Clifton Hill, fine dining and casual eateries, casinos and live Niagara entertainment, spas and leisurely country drives to Niagara-on-the-Lake, cycling adventures and hiking trails. Visitors are often surprised by Niagara's fascinating history and rich cultural heritage. The War of 1812 was a turning point in Niagara Falls history, when the fledgling United States army fought British Loyalists for the new lands that would become Canada. Niagara historical sites, battlefields, museums and military re-creations are a memorable journey into the past. From Fort Erie, south of Niagara Falls, to Niagara-on-the-Lake, north of Niagara Falls, you can visit the past, carefully restored and recreated. At Fort Erie, authentically dressed guides in 1812 period costume re-create life in this former British garrison. Fort Erie was also an entry point for freedom-seeking black slaves escaping persecution in the U.S. The point of entry into Canada from Buffalo, across the Niagara River, was known as "The Crossing" and the start of the Freedom Trail, part of the Underground Railroad. There are innumerable stops for those interested in the history of the area including Brock's Monument, a tribute to the British General who lost his life at the Battle of Queenston in 1812; Old Fort Niagara with fortifications from the 18th, 19th and 20th Centuries; and Fort George, the British headquarters during the War of 1812 .
MORE INFORMATIONS : http://www.niagarafallstourism.com/
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Oulainen - Finland
About Oulainen :
Oulainen is a friendly, youthful and lively city. The town of Oulainen is a part of the Ylivieska (Finland) region and is located in the southern part of the Oulu county. The connections of the town are good; main road 86 and the Ostrobothnia railroad split the centre of the town. A drive to the Oulu Airport takes less than an hour. River Pyhäjoki flows through the town. Things that can be found from Oulainen are the clean nature and versatile services. The landspace of the town centre is dominated by detached houses as well as other smaller buildings. Nevertheless, the town centre is vivid, since more than 60% of the total population lives around the centre. Oulainen has been established in 1865. In 1978 Oulainen celebrated its first anniversary as a city after acquiring a city status in 1977. Today, Oulainen is the home to more than 8000 inhabitants and provides jobs for about 3500 people. The area of the town is 568 square kilometers. Many high quality products are made in Oulainen. For instance, production of protection shoes, ice hockey rinks, spirally welded pipes, and refined stone and timber products can be found from Oulainen. The town of Oulainen supports the development of versatile services and new businesses in close co-operation with local entrepreneurs.
MORE INFORMATIONS : http://www.oulainen.fi/
MORE INFORMATIONS : http://www.oulainen.fi/
Monday, March 14, 2011
Manitoulin Island - Canada
About Manitoulin Island :
Manitoulin Island, Ontario, Canada, is blessed with incredible natural beauty. Manitoulin Island is a must for the outdoor visitor. And Manitoulin is the premier four seasons destination in Northern Ontario, Canada. Beautiful Manitoulin Island is a unique scenic region, where Native life and legend meld with European history to provide an unforgettable holiday experience. The island town of Manitowaning was the first European settlement, whilst Wikwemikong remains the only unceded Indian Reserve in Canada. Enjoy the Island's stress free holiday environment, where life moves at a slower pace and time and water flow gently together. Awaken to the awesome beauty of an island sun, rising over crystal clear lakes, warming azure waters and inviting you to enjoy our endless shoreline. Breathe our clear, clean air and come join in the many sports available including, cross country skiing, ice fishing, snowmobiling, skating, curling and much more! Exchange city pollution for a Winter Wonderland Vacation on Manitoulin Island. Manitoulin Island is a beacon for hikers and cyclists alike, drawing them to ever-new discoveries down winding scenic roads and magnificent hiking trails. Springtime delights nature lovers with its kaleidoscope of spring flowers and diverse bird and wildlife populations, while fishing competitions, auctions, live theatre and art exhibits are featured activities during the summer months. Tourists who arrive during all seasons will find plenty of activities and recreational adventures to occupy the hours of their days. There are many choices for holiday accommodation including motels, bed and breakfasts, rental cottages, and many more. Manitoulin is also easily accessible via car, ferry, or through the Gore Bay-Manitoulin Airport.
MORE INFORMATIONS : http://www.manitoulin-island.com/
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
Corfu - Greece
About Corfu :
Corfu's abundant natural water supplies, lush, sub-tropical vegetation, abundance of olive groves and cypress trees, enchanting golden sand and pebbled beaches and majestic mountains combined with a superb climate and a laid back lifestyle, make it a very attractive destination for a holiday and for establishing a second home or a place to retire, where one «can get away from it all», yet be within easy reach of all major European cities. The calm blue waters of the Ionian Sea, the well sheltered coastlines of the islands, full of natural harbours at easy distances from each other, and the favourable winds, make it one of the yachting enthusiasts' most favourite European destinations, and Corfu is proud to have one of the largest and best-organised marinas in the Mediterranean, to serve the thousands of visitors every year. In the past the main income for the Corfu locals was the cultivation and production of olive oil, although this has been overtaken by tourism in the last 30 years or so. During the Venetian rule of the island, the inhabitants were financially motivated by the governing body to plant olive trees and this has resulted in Corfu having in excess of five million olive trees. Being an island, Corfu is a very safe place to live - the crime rate is very low. The pace of life has always been and still is very relaxed and easy going. This relaxed and healthy environment gives you the opportunity to have a stress-free lifestyle - just one of the many benefits of living on Corfu Greece. The closeness of family relationships here, plays an important role in the continuity of traditions and customs. Children can play freely and are accepted in all social gatherings. Over the years, many people from all over the world have chosen Corfu as their new home. Its multicultural history - Venetians, French, Russians and English - has created an adaptable society, susceptible to new cultures People like Edward Lear, Gerald Durrell and Casanova have all lived here and since the mid 1950's, many foreign visitors have all succumbed to the charms of the island. During the following decades, tourism expanded and this has made the Corfiot society open minded where Greeks and Foreigners have learned to live together. Although Corfu is an island, it is still a place where many facilities are available. This means that someone choosing to live in Corfu will not miss out on the opportunities of a larger city. Corfu has a public library, art galleries, museums and a theater. For entertainment, you will find restaurants offering a wide variety of both Greek and International cuisine, a cinema, bowling alley, health and fitness clubs, nightclubs and bars. All in all, the island has many benefits and facilities to offer someone wishing to buy a property, being either a holiday home or a permanent residenc.
MORE INFORMATIONS : http://www.corfutoday.com/
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Delhi - India
About Delhi :
Delhi is a city that bridges two different worlds. Old Delhi, once the capital of Islamic India, is a labyrinth of narrow lanes lined with crumbling havelis and formidable mosques. In contrast, the imperial city of New Delhi created by the British Raj is composed of spacious, tree-lined avenues and imposing government buildings. Delhi has been the seat of power for several rulers and many empires for about a millennium. Many a times the city was built, destroyed and then rebuilt here. Interestingly, a number of Delhi's rulers played a dual role, first as destroyers and then as creators. The city's importance lies not just in its past glory as the seat of empires and magnificent monuments, but also in the rich and diverse cultures. No wonder chroniclers of Delhi culture - from Chand Bardai and Amir Khusro to present days writers - have never been at a loss for topics. In Delhi, you will discover that the city is sprinkled with dazzling gems: captivating ancient monuments, fascinating museums and art galleries, architectural wonders, a vivacious performing-arts scene, fabulous eating places and bustling markets. Delhi has been the political hub of India. Every political activity in the country traces its roots here. This was true even of the mythological era. The Pandavas of the Mahabharata had their capital at Indraprastha, which is believed to have been geographically located in today's Delhi. Delhi, the capital of India has a strong historical background. It was ruled by some of the most powerful emperors in Indian history. The history of the city is as old as the epic Mahabharata. The town was known as Indraprastha, where Pandavas used to live. In due course eight more cities came alive adjacent to Indraprastha: Lal Kot, Siri, Dinpanah, Quila Rai Pithora, Ferozabad, Jahanpanah, Tughlakabad and Shahjahanabad. In 1192 the legions of the Afghan warrior Muhammad of Ghori captured the Rajput town, and the Delhi Sultanate was established (1206). The invasion of Delhi by Timur in 1398 put an end to the sultanate; the Lodis, last of the Delhi sultans, gave way to Babur, who, after the battle of Panipat in 1526, founded the Mughal Empire. The early Mughal emperors favoured Agra as their capital, and Delhi became their permanent seat only after Shah Jahan built (1638) the walls of Old Delhi. From Hindu Kings to Muslim Sultans, the reins of the city kept shifting from one ruler to another. The soils of the city smell of blood, sacrifices and love for the nation. The old 'Havelis' and edifices from the past stand silent but their silence also speaks volumes for their owners and people who lived here centuries back. In the year 1803 AD, the city came under the British rule. In 1911, British shifted their capital from Calcutta to Delhi. It again became the center of all the governing activities. But, the city has the reputation of over throwing the occupants of its throne. It included the British and the current political parties that have had the honour of leading free India. After independence in 1947, New Delhi was officially declared as the Capital of India.
MORE INFORMATIONS : http://www.delhitourism.nic.in/
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Jerney
...Then, while 1.001 plagues were roaming among the skyscrapers
the cerebral sea for the sons of Neptune announced with no words that I was...there, under that violent violet virulent sky that may suck all the mortals' vital energy, under that skyey sea...
in an imprecise time, in an imprecise space.
...Meanwhile, in the fountains of Olympus, in its clear waters, the horses of the goddess sweat, trembling after the race...the morning Star takes a bow, and disappears, dancing on the distant clouds of an imminent summer storm, He: Belzebub, the morning Star, temptation of the round-arid hills.
...Meanwhile, in the fountains of Olympus, the horses of the goddess sweat suddenly in front of me, where, where I am? What is this dream!
This Hell...this valley of bones.
Sinister shadows announce new presences in this park, my sweet; tired giants, sons of the firmament, violent, virulent, violet firmament
tired giants walk heavily...like sacred whales, they come to die on these cliffs in flames.
On this valley of thunders.
...Suddenly, human-faced spiders start ascending over my legs in the mist, then over my torso, they are...climbing me?
I look at the diamonds, sons of the Aphrodite's vagina, they shine on the silvery altar, under a Sun that is not...
of this world.
...As the night comes, the spiders sleep on my face, I shall stay standing on the edge of this cosmic theatre. On this valley of questions.
The horrified stars screamed all night long from the distant astral womb
Running away from my face blessed by spiders and amorous venom
All the roses of the pincess turned into black in the park
On this valley of rotting bread and solar noises.
II: Day breaks
9 AM in the morning, and Rhea Silvia walks by the park, the skyscrapers of Olympus smile, and salute Her gracious majesty: she gifts Sun, and teaches prostitution to the daughters of the men
Her clitoris is Europe, Her soft buttocks are Asia, Her thighs are the Americas...I am standing in the cold of the blond Apollyon, the spiders abandoned my flesh with the morning light...while
111 giants die exhausted in the end, exhausted of devouring innocent bodies, exhausted on this hole of flames.
On this park of violence.
Zeus president appears flying, suddenly, on His platinum pelikan, everybody stops, everybody gets down on his knees with austere reverence.
Zeus president takes a careless look at His valley of skeletons, and drinks sweet blood, or maybe wine.
He smiles with the goodness of an old patriarch, and laughs. His laughter sounds profound and sordid...his beard now embraces the valley, I close my eyes, can't stand the view...
III: Afternoon and afterwards
I am standing on one of the skyscrapers of Olympia-Olympus, the argent polis of the dreams and the immortals...look at the Harpies flying down, a voice in the breeze talks in my ear, and says: "you don't need to be wise, to be immortal, look at the Harpies, observe how much ignorance runs in their blood".
And the voice said more: "They smell you, they want to fornicate you, you have to fornicate with both Harpies" "You will impregnate them with sad wisdom. They will impregnate you with immortality and glory".
As the talking breeze disappeared in the green-blue eye of Athena, the Harpies possessed me gently, with care, avoiding to rip my flesh, in double feature embodied as one...the clear waters of Olympia reflected the mute sky.
Their vaginas were like vaginas of women, so their hairs; their smell was sexual and wild, their wings had eyes.
Their thighs were like the horses' thighs, and their eyes were like lifeless grapes.
...As the wind danced close to the fireside, and the horses of the goddess recreated their erections among the holm oaks, the Harpies' flesh fucked my cock, until I did cum into their animal cunts. As my cum was shot with violence, they ripped my buttocks under the eye of Venus, and abandoned me, flying toward the eastern Sol.
...Meanwhile
meanwhile, meanwhile the trains transport fire and gold, and from the Olympus brothels, she-wolves, fragile women laugh and scream like hogs fried alive
They're all disciples of Aphrodite-nymphomaniac
she teaches them how to give pleasure to the men of the Earth
and she masturbates them
and masturbates her
and then she fucks them with virile dildo
and they fuck her anally
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile
meanwhile
meanwhile
meanwhile Hera-Juno The Chaste offers Her juicy twat to Mars on Her marital bed
Her sex smells like cumin and sushi, because Earth and Heaven and Hell are slaves of Her vagina...
IV: Night and return
An insane ThunderBolt opens a New Sky for my eyes: I see myself reflected in the mirror of my own-self
The Valley of Hard Grimaces (this valley of holes) is brusquely lit by the Rampant Lucifer, returned
His heavy steps came to make all this Kingdom fade in fire, succumb, perish
Like the cycle of the re-generation
Because any thing that doesn't re-generate, is pathetic
Sharp edge of the corner of my lawless' street
Marginal cold and Night Horses are now invading the Olympus streets
Its Mediterranean, mild breeze is now substituted
By the black ray of tomorrow
Because we need to be absolutely modern.
As the cyber-carnival is coup d'etat and destruction on the nation of the dreams
And as Satan, the metaphorical, invades this city
This valley
this valley
this valley
this valley of shit
this valley of shit
this valley of shit
this valley of shit
My European valley of shit
I close my eyes to see: 1.001 plagues walking among the skyscrapers
The horses of the goddess are now corpses, Zeus president is a skeleton
dry bones, dry like the flat land of Israel
The flat and dark land of Israel.
...As the luciferine seraph blows a mute horn, under a violet violent virulent sky
as my dream is dissolved in the vigil
A delicate curtain falls on my eyes, the curtain
the curtain falls, as I wake up
That terrible curtain that covers our tremendous inner self
and all that you hide into the deepest shadows of your mind
It's what keeps you
narcotized.
...As the luciferine seraph blows a mute horn, under a violet violent virulent sky
as my dream is dissolved in the vigil...
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Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
neuro dis-integration 2 ...
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raveling, unraveling ...
winding up, unwinding down ...
all looks the same from a different
perspective
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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