Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
The ways to describe
There are probably a few ways to describe you how it is here in Nicaragua. Those ways would take me hours of writing, but hey, hold on a sec. A few things I saw could reveal just the top of the iceberg of feelings which come up to me now.
So after 15 hours of flights, difficult connections (ie. no ground personal showed up to operate the 'airplane arm' to get off the plane for more than an hour and WHAT I need dollars to pass the border?!) and having this idea of "and what the hell am I going to do know?" I somehow ended up in a half-empty old school american yellow school bus heading towards Leon. I am surrounded by poverty, every second there is a sales person coming on the bus to sell water, bread or some weird fruit. All of a sudden I see that, while the bus is driving, its shadow reveals that in the meantime a guy is working on the bus to cut the trees which are hanging low over the highway. Now that is comodality! You have to know that this guy is working on a bunch of matresses, since the bus is also used as a semi-truck for transportation goals. When it starts raining softly, I open the window, and then the first splashes of cool water make me realise my world trip really got off. I am in a god damn poor country, where stand alone travellers drink beers together and where individuals are planning to go out in a city where I had to take the bike-taxi to reach the hostel. Life is great, fellows, I hope you feel it. Peace out.
Dimitri
So after 15 hours of flights, difficult connections (ie. no ground personal showed up to operate the 'airplane arm' to get off the plane for more than an hour and WHAT I need dollars to pass the border?!) and having this idea of "and what the hell am I going to do know?" I somehow ended up in a half-empty old school american yellow school bus heading towards Leon. I am surrounded by poverty, every second there is a sales person coming on the bus to sell water, bread or some weird fruit. All of a sudden I see that, while the bus is driving, its shadow reveals that in the meantime a guy is working on the bus to cut the trees which are hanging low over the highway. Now that is comodality! You have to know that this guy is working on a bunch of matresses, since the bus is also used as a semi-truck for transportation goals. When it starts raining softly, I open the window, and then the first splashes of cool water make me realise my world trip really got off. I am in a god damn poor country, where stand alone travellers drink beers together and where individuals are planning to go out in a city where I had to take the bike-taxi to reach the hostel. Life is great, fellows, I hope you feel it. Peace out.
Dimitri
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Missions requested
[ENG] The world is not enough: we invite you to submit your missions. Have a look at the missions sent in by our agents all over the world here. Be a part of the trip! Depending on the reward, we will try to accomplish your requests. Of course, rolling a sigar with the president of Chili shoulld provide us with a bigger reward than putting a sticker on the Chinese wall. We count on you!
[NL] De wereld beleven is niet genoeg. Via deze blog mogen jullie ons missies toesturen, die wij vervolgens op onze blog tonen en er feedback over geven. Afhankelijk van de vergoeding, zullen we de missies daarna proberen uit te voeren. Een sigaar rollen met de president van Chili mag gerust wat meer opbrengen dan een sticker kleven op de Chinese muur. Wij rekenen op jullie!
[NL] De wereld beleven is niet genoeg. Via deze blog mogen jullie ons missies toesturen, die wij vervolgens op onze blog tonen en er feedback over geven. Afhankelijk van de vergoeding, zullen we de missies daarna proberen uit te voeren. Een sigaar rollen met de president van Chili mag gerust wat meer opbrengen dan een sticker kleven op de Chinese muur. Wij rekenen op jullie!
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