Tunisie dernier jour
As a final update from Tunisia I should give a little 'difficult to recover useful data on the internet and leave the latest travel stories fly between the words of the reunion with my best friends in front of a coffee and a cigarette that is smoked slowly:
The official exchange rate today is 1 € = 1873 then 1TDN TDN = 0.53 €
are available about both the unleaded gasoline to unleaded TDN price of 1.27 (the distributor) the oil is also known as or Mazut Gazual.
In some cities (that I know Kebili, Gabes, Kairouan and Tunis to what I could find, but find it is always a matter of luck or infinite patience behind the endless explanations in Arabic / French), you can also find Gas LPG TDN price of 0.55. It is hoped that the increase of LPG stations in the future .. how to methane even the shadow. Most little gem .. hiding in the trunk of the taxi a gas cylinder filled with liquid gas .. presumably these plants are totally illegal home so do not be reminded of you do an installation you also to save even further to make a little bit of your mechanic ..
In addition, throughout the south from Gabes on, you'll find roadside sellers of illegal gasoline and diesel hailing Libya. The price is definitely lower but the quality is not assured, on the other hand if you want to fill the cans of gasoline to the distributor and do not leave it to you in this case the only alternative is the Benz of smuggling, of course you can not bring in Italy inside of the plastic bins. You've been warned!
The roads are generally in good condition and the motorway from Tunis to Gabes you pay goes down at times, beautiful young women full of smiles will ask you to turn TDN 1.2, 1.6 or so TDN più.Preparatevi of cards with your phone number and email to give them in case the lady is particularly of your gussto .. I have regretted not bringing my damn as I usually do!
Now, some prices not to be fooled more than you have just arrived:
bottle of cold water, 1.5 liters: 0.5 TDN or 500 millimes
Shawarma / Kebab: 2 / 2.5 TDN
small glass of mint tea: 0.350 TDN
For Carpet obviously depends on the type of invoice and embroidery, considered however, that a belt of about 2m X 3 can pay a minimum of 60 in the TDN on the contract up to capacity ... and eventually you placed your final price, you are the purchasers always remember this .. and do not hesitate to take a look, haggle, tell him to wait, make a tour neegli other shops to compare prices and models and then maybe come back or leave them in thirteen .. there is strong competition between retailers and if you can manage to act with insight to stunned you want at the price you want, but be careful, always observe the average parameter of bargaining, would be to get too insulting the seller and his product .. here's an example:
"to the carpet souk"
Seller: Bungiorno .. Bonjour! Italian? Espanol?
Tourist: mmmm ... oui bonjour ..
V: Want to see my store? Please have carpets of any kind .. come ..
T: mmm .. yes .. we see from
V: First time in Tunisia? Where are you from? Rome?
T: mmmm (wanders around the store looking at the patterns and colors that match in the bedroom, ignoring the bullshit seller)
V: (shouting in the street) ... Samiiiiiir ta'h ta'h, zuz tea kas .. (smiling then close to the tourist and the carpet starts to open at random) this looks like? They do our women, this is typical of Tozeur ..
T: I'm no color is too bright ... quelllo is too faded ... that ...
Meanwhile waaay strotolati carpets are down and the tourists have already started to consider some of the pieces .. Samir enters and leaves a big pot with two cups of mint tea on a table.
moment of pause for reflection in which the vendor will continue to ask questions about the country on tourist or his intentions to travel and tourists in Tunisia on the basis of a variety of stressors can respond cordially, continue to grumble or fix urgently a couple of rugs that absolutely wants to take home ...
After the tea break we will come to the bargaining itself.
Consider that the price will be offered at the end of the contract must essere almeno del 40% più basso per potersi vantare di aver fatto un affare..ma ci vuole mooolta pazienza e mooolte giustificazioni assurde per non voler pagare il prezzo propostovi..parenti malati, fine soldi, bancomat bloccato, portafogli rubato ecc..
In bocca al lupo!
-in tunisia la Tastiera dei pc è diversan(ma non in arabo)e indurrà in confusione coloro che sono abituati a scrivere velocemente senza guardare le lettere.. si troveranno principalmente a usare la Q al posto della A e il tasto di punto e virgola invece che la M..oltre ad avere il tastierino numerico superiore al contrario e quindi ! al posto di 1, “ al posto di 2 ecc..
La connessione a internet costa in media da 1.5 TDN in su e troverete ogni type of program for instant messaging and browser.
Finally some data on "typical" city by city:
-Tunis: all kinds of handicrafts, especially leather goods, hookahs, jewelry and rugs,
-Kairouan: Carpet expensive but processed;
-Nabeul: Vases and pottery beautiful at ridiculous prices;
-Tabarka: Coral;
-South in general from Gabes in Tozeur: Carpets bill simpler but well made and much cheaper, dates, roses sand, nights in the desert ..
But wherever you steal stories of goblins, of impossible love, travel overseas and egregious lies that will make you smile at someone sideways while air great storyteller will continue its history .. the Tunisian people are sociable and friendly (especially in the north ..) have a beautiful country and hopefully be able to give a better fitted sooner or later because the possibilities are endless.
I finished my coffee at the Cafe des Plaisirs in Sidi Bou Said (beautiful but horribly expensive coffee 6TDN ..) in one day, I traveled more than 650km in a few hours and take the ferry to go home. . emotions of all kinds have sprung up in the space of a few weeks and I do not know what else to say or do .. I will bring a little 'out of my exhausted legs in narrow streets whitewashed orange in the twilight hours while the wind brackish takes me to blows on the neck and tiredness makes me ignore any kind of paranoia Customs ..
à bientot ..
And always remember .. sometimes a smile is a thousand words ..
S.
ps
following this link you can go to the full listing of photos of the trip
ppsPer any clarification or doubt, as always, feel free to write me, I will be happy
, as part of my ability, to respond.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
How To Watch In First Person Mount And Blade
TIME FRANCOISE
Here's a really interesting blog that I follow:
http://francoiseh.blogspot.com/
's all in French but will not be a problem for anyone considering that today the French is spoken all or almost.
He could not then be in a French blog dedicated to the wonderful Francoise Hardy!
seems that the editor of the blog is really a collector enthusiast! Just try it. Reviews a hard day and together with the sweet voice of this beautiful singer tells us a piece of music history .
Here's a really interesting blog that I follow:
http://francoiseh.blogspot.com/
's all in French but will not be a problem for anyone considering that today the French is spoken all or almost.
He could not then be in a French blog dedicated to the wonderful Francoise Hardy!
seems that the editor of the blog is really a collector enthusiast! Just try it. Reviews a hard day and together with the sweet voice of this beautiful singer tells us a piece of music history .
Sunday, September 13, 2009
How To Change The Battery In Pokemon Silver
RARE TIME - Beat a Go Go e soundtrack
Still
interesting new arrivals in my shop. It is hard
and italian beat rare sountracks .
The first album that you see is part of the wonderful series Loungissima :
ITALIAN PARTY LOUNGE BEAT BEAT - Loungissima
vol 1 and is available in both vinyl and cd.
This splendid compilation collects some of the best soundtracks of Italian films since the mid-60's to the early 70 years, songs performed by Armando Trovaioli , Piero Piccioni , Nico Fidenco , Alessandro Alessandroni and other
Still
interesting new arrivals in my shop. It is hard
and italian beat rare sountracks .
The first album that you see is part of the wonderful series Loungissima :
ITALIAN PARTY LOUNGE BEAT BEAT - Loungissima
vol 1 and is available in both vinyl and cd.
This splendid compilation collects some of the best soundtracks of Italian films since the mid-60's to the early 70 years, songs performed by Armando Trovaioli , Piero Piccioni , Nico Fidenco , Alessandro Alessandroni and other
Un altro arrivo interessante
è il raro LP della colonna sonora di
Paolo & Francesca di Bruno Nicolai .
Ecco la tracklist :
01. Out Of This World (02:51)
02. Rive Bianche (02:31)
03. Ultimo Autunno (02:15)
04. Passatempi (02:49)
05. Dolce Mistero (02:53)
06. Tropical (02:47)
07. Tike Take (Tamoure') (02:44)
08. Rosso Sul Lago (03:04)
09. Pleiade (Shake Lento) (03:09)
10. Di Giorno In Giorno (03:03)
11. Festa In Giardino (Beat) (02:00) 12. Ultimo Autunno (02:03)
Proseguiamo la nostra carrellata con il doppio 33giri: THE PSYCH JAZZY BEAT OF I MARC 4,
sempre della serie Loungissima .
I Marc 4 sono rinomati per il loro classico italian soundtrack style .
Hanno infatti collaborated with some of the best Italian composers of film music as :
Piero Umiliani, Ennio Morricone and Armando Trovajoli . This compilation vinyl
published by Black Cat collects the best songs of their musical experience
Finally I propose the latter compilation published by Black Cat Record dedicated to the great masters of columns Italian sound. The first series is dedicated to Piero Piccioni: Maestro Series Vol.1 Piero Piccioni part 1.
From big band beat of Camilla all'exotica recordings until 2000 early 60
If you are interested in purchasing these discs, you can click here
è il raro LP della colonna sonora di
Paolo & Francesca di Bruno Nicolai .
Ecco la tracklist :
01. Out Of This World (02:51)
02. Rive Bianche (02:31)
03. Ultimo Autunno (02:15)
04. Passatempi (02:49)
05. Dolce Mistero (02:53)
06. Tropical (02:47)
07. Tike Take (Tamoure') (02:44)
08. Rosso Sul Lago (03:04)
09. Pleiade (Shake Lento) (03:09)
10. Di Giorno In Giorno (03:03)
11. Festa In Giardino (Beat) (02:00) 12. Ultimo Autunno (02:03)
Proseguiamo la nostra carrellata con il doppio 33giri: THE PSYCH JAZZY BEAT OF I MARC 4,
sempre della serie Loungissima .
I Marc 4 sono rinomati per il loro classico italian soundtrack style .
Hanno infatti collaborated with some of the best Italian composers of film music as :
Piero Umiliani, Ennio Morricone and Armando Trovajoli . This compilation vinyl
published by Black Cat collects the best songs of their musical experience
Finally I propose the latter compilation published by Black Cat Record dedicated to the great masters of columns Italian sound. The first series is dedicated to Piero Piccioni: Maestro Series Vol.1 Piero Piccioni part 1.
From big band beat of Camilla all'exotica recordings until 2000 early 60
If you are interested in purchasing these discs, you can click here
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Maxshift Matlab Roi Coding
IL Giaguaro E 'THAT! WELCOME TO THE
All numbers of the Jaguar magazine with attachments!
In my small shop selling all the issues of the journal The Jaguar: magazine published in the late 90's in Rome, close to rediscover and value all the cultural and artistic phenomena
born and grown up at the turn of the sixties and seventies . They range from fashion
to
cinema, from 'art to music, photography by to comics, from design to theater.
born in 1999, The Jaguar has a circulation of 25,000 copies, distributed in Italy and around the world in specialized shops, is composed of a minimum of 64 color pages, with texts in English and Italian, and
contains, in each issue, a sound part in
vinyl and cd.
You can have all relevant information on how to purchase by clicking the link below: THE JAGUAR magazine
buy it!
All numbers of the Jaguar magazine with attachments!
In my small shop selling all the issues of the journal The Jaguar: magazine published in the late 90's in Rome, close to rediscover and value all the cultural and artistic phenomena
born and grown up at the turn of the sixties and seventies . They range from fashion
to
cinema, from 'art to music, photography by to comics, from design to theater.
born in 1999, The Jaguar has a circulation of 25,000 copies, distributed in Italy and around the world in specialized shops, is composed of a minimum of 64 color pages, with texts in English and Italian, and
contains, in each issue, a sound part in
vinyl and cd.
You can have all relevant information on how to purchase by clicking the link below: THE JAGUAR magazine
buy it!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Acute Many Broken Capillaries On Chest
The cat in the tub
Silence in the desert, the sun hides behind a huge white cloud contours undefined.
The wind blows in your face like you always makes you scrub, it fills your eyes nose and mouth di sabbia e poi scompare come un bambino dispettoso, dietro il primo vicoletto per poi risorprenderti un paio di viuzze dopo con una nuova violenta raffica. Nessuno nelle strade, ne uomini ne animali a parte me, che inquanto esterno non riconosco i sottili messaggi del paesaggio.
Continuo a camminare senza direzione e mi ritrovo ad entrare in uno dei tanti palmeti della città.
Ancora nessuna sagoma ne ombra di vita a parte le palme alte e cariche di datteri che dall'alto della loro chioma mi scrutano impassibili mentre il vento le fà ondeggiare e danzare mollemente. Non un uccello, non un suono, non un canto, nessuna voce né rumore.
Scorgo in lontananza una capanna di foglie di palma e I decided to lie down for a bit '.
The mattress is soft, it must be the cabin of the peasant disappeared chissàdove perhaps at home, perhaps at the souk, perhaps in the desert .. I light a
Boussetta, old cigarettes, a few cents a package that even the chemist's hard to sell you know the taste ... and will experience the intense and bitter tobacco-poor fall into a deep sleep, dreamless sleep or sounds or songs.
When I open my eyes the sun is going down and the long shadows of palm trees dancing carve the landscape into a bizarre chess in motion, when I perceive a slight gurgling sound of water not too far from me, I look around and I see a figure hidden by a bush di melograne , bagnarsi in un canaletto di irrigazione.
Il mio sguardo indagatore si concentra totalmente in quell'immagine inaspettata e pian piano che mi sveglio riesco a mettere a fuoco sempre meglio il mio soggetto.
I capelli lunghissimi e neri le si posano pesanti sui vestiti bagnati che indossa, vorrei avvicinarmi ancora ma temo di farla scappare, o peggio ancora che qualcuno mi veda e mi cavi gli occhi. Resto immobile e trattengo quasi il respiro in un misto di desiderio e terrore.
Un lievissimo canto inizia a levarsi dal canale, una canzone senza parole ma così dolce, così ammaliante da far girar la testa a un morto. Non ce la faccio più, i miei occhi bramano di più...quando di colpo un lampo illumina il cielo..BUM! Le sfugge un grido e salta di lato, quel poco che mi basta a vederla meglio dal mio capanno. Era il colpo di cannone della caserma dei militari che annuncia il tramonto e la rottura del digiuno.
Istante dopo istante si fa più buio e di nuovo vedo sempre meno ma ciò nonostante non posso far altro che aspettare che si allontani se non voglio destare lo scandalo in paese.
Al calare del sole il paesaggio cambia totalmente e ora nuove pozze di luce argentea si insinuano tra le frasche, è la Luna, che prossima al suo mezzo ciclo è luminosa e raggiante nell'oscurità nella notte.
La mia musa noncurante è ancora lì, poi di colpo smette di cantare e catalizza di nuovo il mio sguardo. Esce dal canale e davanti ai miei occhi allibiti si spoglia pomegranate leaving the clothes wet and revealing the swelling of his forms. Trembles at every breath of wind, before holding its glory veils of soft dry.
then gathers the hair into a queue and one of them hidden under veils, gets wet clothes and walked slowly to the palm in my direction.
Panic, what to do now, lie again pretending to be asleep? No time to think that here it is almost there in front of me, it stops, I see the white of his eyes staring at me, I do not understand what can be proved in a few moments I can read while shame, hatred, anger and yet a deep sweetness and mischief.
I have to do something else in a second will cry out that there is a maniac in the palm groves and in less than no time dozens of people angry at me pounding kicks and blows. Whisper shyly: "Mademoiselle bonne soire perdonnez .. moi ..".
My words do not seem any effect, then continued: (translated) "I arrived here this afternoon and I addomentato in the hut when I woke up .. she was there and did not know what to do to not scare her .." and the shot and the smile more embarrassed that I find credible.
I gasp and a fucking fear.
continues to set undecided and still with the same expression, I looked down and I understand his footsteps approaching me. I continue to keep our eyes on my feet when I hear a rough hand get cold il viso e alzarlo verso sé.
Il suo sguardo felino e penetrante sembra volermi entrare dentro, il sangue salitomi alle orecchie attutisce ogni minimo rumore a parte il battere furioso del mio cuore piombandomi in un istante eterno.
Scchaaaf! Un suono assordante e un dolore intenso..sento la guancia formicolare e un calore sempre più intenso diffondersi in tutta la faccia. Uno schiaffo così forte che invece che svegliarmi mi getta ancora più profondamente nel torpore e non so se per l'adrenalina che scemava o per l'agitazione o per chissà cosa, collasso sul fianco steso sul pagliericcio ripiombando nel mio sogno senza sogni né suoni né canti.
“Monsieur! Monsieur! Ça và?!?!”
“Monsieur perdonnez moi Monsieur ... "
open my eyes I see the dazed and not so close as to whether I am still dreaming or is it all really happened, but she is still there calling me" Monsieur, monsieur ... .. ".
instinctively closes his eyes and embrace, she stops, but after a while I feel the fingers stroking my hair, beard, his lips ..
them are still determined not to find out if I'm dreaming or not, whisper "vous êtes trés jolie, une vraie princesse ..", she smiles and says, shaking "no .. no .." The
roll slowly towards me until I am stretching a bit 'stiff side. I continue to caress her, opening his eyes a few moments, and in those moments are so impressed by her beauty, the softness of her skin brown and fragrant jasmine, his hair so soft, so dark, the whites of her eyes languid small gazelle of the desert. Around us
Solola deep night, the moon and a profound silence, interrupted by slight giggles and subtle moans of pleasure ..
we indulge in a formless and infinite love ..
Ahiiii, no, wait, oh come on, fuck, ahhhiii stop it from scratch .. not .. fuck am departing, I open my eyes suddenly, but are no longer in the hut .. wait ..
I take off my shirt, dripping with sweat .. I remove the plugs from his ears and start to feel the buzz of scooters out the window, while the cat continues to strusciarmisi him ............ a deep anger rises rapidly from the stomach ..... I grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck, I get jerky and threw it awkwardly into the tub full of dirty water in the yard! MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUHHHH !!!!!!!
I can not hold my bitter laugh as evil ... hehehe ...
M. I cried from her room sleepy ... "Save ça va?"
Silence "Save ...??"
" Oui .. ça va, ça va bonne nuit mon ami ... .. "
S.
Silence in the desert, the sun hides behind a huge white cloud contours undefined.
The wind blows in your face like you always makes you scrub, it fills your eyes nose and mouth di sabbia e poi scompare come un bambino dispettoso, dietro il primo vicoletto per poi risorprenderti un paio di viuzze dopo con una nuova violenta raffica. Nessuno nelle strade, ne uomini ne animali a parte me, che inquanto esterno non riconosco i sottili messaggi del paesaggio.
Continuo a camminare senza direzione e mi ritrovo ad entrare in uno dei tanti palmeti della città.
Ancora nessuna sagoma ne ombra di vita a parte le palme alte e cariche di datteri che dall'alto della loro chioma mi scrutano impassibili mentre il vento le fà ondeggiare e danzare mollemente. Non un uccello, non un suono, non un canto, nessuna voce né rumore.
Scorgo in lontananza una capanna di foglie di palma e I decided to lie down for a bit '.
The mattress is soft, it must be the cabin of the peasant disappeared chissàdove perhaps at home, perhaps at the souk, perhaps in the desert .. I light a
Boussetta, old cigarettes, a few cents a package that even the chemist's hard to sell you know the taste ... and will experience the intense and bitter tobacco-poor fall into a deep sleep, dreamless sleep or sounds or songs.
When I open my eyes the sun is going down and the long shadows of palm trees dancing carve the landscape into a bizarre chess in motion, when I perceive a slight gurgling sound of water not too far from me, I look around and I see a figure hidden by a bush di melograne , bagnarsi in un canaletto di irrigazione.
Il mio sguardo indagatore si concentra totalmente in quell'immagine inaspettata e pian piano che mi sveglio riesco a mettere a fuoco sempre meglio il mio soggetto.
I capelli lunghissimi e neri le si posano pesanti sui vestiti bagnati che indossa, vorrei avvicinarmi ancora ma temo di farla scappare, o peggio ancora che qualcuno mi veda e mi cavi gli occhi. Resto immobile e trattengo quasi il respiro in un misto di desiderio e terrore.
Un lievissimo canto inizia a levarsi dal canale, una canzone senza parole ma così dolce, così ammaliante da far girar la testa a un morto. Non ce la faccio più, i miei occhi bramano di più...quando di colpo un lampo illumina il cielo..BUM! Le sfugge un grido e salta di lato, quel poco che mi basta a vederla meglio dal mio capanno. Era il colpo di cannone della caserma dei militari che annuncia il tramonto e la rottura del digiuno.
Istante dopo istante si fa più buio e di nuovo vedo sempre meno ma ciò nonostante non posso far altro che aspettare che si allontani se non voglio destare lo scandalo in paese.
Al calare del sole il paesaggio cambia totalmente e ora nuove pozze di luce argentea si insinuano tra le frasche, è la Luna, che prossima al suo mezzo ciclo è luminosa e raggiante nell'oscurità nella notte.
La mia musa noncurante è ancora lì, poi di colpo smette di cantare e catalizza di nuovo il mio sguardo. Esce dal canale e davanti ai miei occhi allibiti si spoglia pomegranate leaving the clothes wet and revealing the swelling of his forms. Trembles at every breath of wind, before holding its glory veils of soft dry.
then gathers the hair into a queue and one of them hidden under veils, gets wet clothes and walked slowly to the palm in my direction.
Panic, what to do now, lie again pretending to be asleep? No time to think that here it is almost there in front of me, it stops, I see the white of his eyes staring at me, I do not understand what can be proved in a few moments I can read while shame, hatred, anger and yet a deep sweetness and mischief.
I have to do something else in a second will cry out that there is a maniac in the palm groves and in less than no time dozens of people angry at me pounding kicks and blows. Whisper shyly: "Mademoiselle bonne soire perdonnez .. moi ..".
My words do not seem any effect, then continued: (translated) "I arrived here this afternoon and I addomentato in the hut when I woke up .. she was there and did not know what to do to not scare her .." and the shot and the smile more embarrassed that I find credible.
I gasp and a fucking fear.
continues to set undecided and still with the same expression, I looked down and I understand his footsteps approaching me. I continue to keep our eyes on my feet when I hear a rough hand get cold il viso e alzarlo verso sé.
Il suo sguardo felino e penetrante sembra volermi entrare dentro, il sangue salitomi alle orecchie attutisce ogni minimo rumore a parte il battere furioso del mio cuore piombandomi in un istante eterno.
Scchaaaf! Un suono assordante e un dolore intenso..sento la guancia formicolare e un calore sempre più intenso diffondersi in tutta la faccia. Uno schiaffo così forte che invece che svegliarmi mi getta ancora più profondamente nel torpore e non so se per l'adrenalina che scemava o per l'agitazione o per chissà cosa, collasso sul fianco steso sul pagliericcio ripiombando nel mio sogno senza sogni né suoni né canti.
“Monsieur! Monsieur! Ça và?!?!”
“Monsieur perdonnez moi Monsieur ... "
open my eyes I see the dazed and not so close as to whether I am still dreaming or is it all really happened, but she is still there calling me" Monsieur, monsieur ... .. ".
instinctively closes his eyes and embrace, she stops, but after a while I feel the fingers stroking my hair, beard, his lips ..
them are still determined not to find out if I'm dreaming or not, whisper "vous êtes trés jolie, une vraie princesse ..", she smiles and says, shaking "no .. no .." The
roll slowly towards me until I am stretching a bit 'stiff side. I continue to caress her, opening his eyes a few moments, and in those moments are so impressed by her beauty, the softness of her skin brown and fragrant jasmine, his hair so soft, so dark, the whites of her eyes languid small gazelle of the desert. Around us
Solola deep night, the moon and a profound silence, interrupted by slight giggles and subtle moans of pleasure ..
we indulge in a formless and infinite love ..
Ahiiii, no, wait, oh come on, fuck, ahhhiii stop it from scratch .. not .. fuck am departing, I open my eyes suddenly, but are no longer in the hut .. wait ..
I take off my shirt, dripping with sweat .. I remove the plugs from his ears and start to feel the buzz of scooters out the window, while the cat continues to strusciarmisi him ............ a deep anger rises rapidly from the stomach ..... I grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck, I get jerky and threw it awkwardly into the tub full of dirty water in the yard! MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUHHHH !!!!!!!
I can not hold my bitter laugh as evil ... hehehe ...
M. I cried from her room sleepy ... "Save ça va?"
Silence "Save ...??"
" Oui .. ça va, ça va bonne nuit mon ami ... .. "
S.
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