A sunny Saturday afternoon
in Porto, I shove me in an old house or warehouse, near Campanhã, in the street
Miraflor; Mira space.
With
a sunny afternoon, in time to take this sun glimmer, this gift, I went to a book
presentation.
Saturday,
world day of mourning for the sad events of Paris, went to see photographs from
Alfredo Cunha and listen to the stories that make up the life story of Luis
Pedro Nunes, Fernando Nobre and all who work with AMI.
What a beautiful
Saturday afternoon.
A
life lesson, a lesson of history, recalling that it is alive, which is n`t
enclosed in books. Paris
is reflection of this or what our interlocutors lived of "All the World
Hope" in Niger, Bangladesh, Romania or Nepal.
During
the presentation, I thrilled me several times. I
heard Luis Pedro and I remembered that I lived in a hospital in Aswan or the
joy of the poor children of Maputo.
I
remembered hundreds of people from Porto, Lisbon, Oliveira de Azeméis, a little
everywhere, who lives miserably.
I
heard Luis Pedro, Alfredo Cunha and Fernando Nobre and arouse, even more, why I
like to travel: to see the world, new people, cultures, ways of being and
living. It
is to study without being in the books is to burn the skin and mind knowledge.
I
read it from one end to the other, eager for knowledge, to see and read more and
more. Each
point on the map, each conversation with a person who lives, works, dreams in
another corner of the world.
The
book, a brilliant edition of Porto Editora with a quality able to mirror the
eye Alfredo Cunha, is strong in feeling, powerful writing and chilling in the
image.
It
is a lesson and we must thank the AMI his work over 30 years.
We are coming to Christmas; season is
traditionally offer themselves present. Put it on top of your
preferences; worth and helps
to help.
The last stage of
Cross Egypt Challenge is usually the real adventure. This
year could be different: there were almost 600 km of rolling step in the
opposite direction to the second stage, with a climactic entry into the traffic
chaos of Cairo, forcing the closure of the ring that connects the various parts
of the city; 16:30
we were in Cairo, after more than 10 hours on the scooter.
But
before getting there, I had the difficult task of bringing the scooter with
"Harley sound" to Cairo.
Not
noticed the leak and the small scooter made a deafening noise. A
riot of Taiwanese - poor things, a scooter cannot make noise! -
Led the organization sent me rolling alone among the latest scooters and
trucks.
One
error led me to make the worst stage in two-year rally.
Finally!
As
if that were not enough, I still had an Egyptian girl who never sat the tail on
a motorcycle or scooter to call my attention because my driving was dangerous:
he walked very quickly and jumped in speed bumps.
Finally!
What
counts are the friends and Drew left his group to come roll with me.
The
arrival was chaos but we could take the pictures in the pyramids.
The
arrival was chaos but we live the typical camaraderie in these times, with many
kisses, hugs, photos, flags of the various countries to fly in the wind, a lot
of beer and meeting promises.
The day dawned with the sun in the sea, illuminating magically Beach Marsa
Alam. Step by step, the Red Sea have begun to take their characteristic colors:
the very light blue, which brings out the red, green and blue of coral and
fish.
With that scenario, before breakfast, I took one of the photographers to the
dunes to take pictures with me. They were beautiful!
The history of the stage is not much: it was a rolling straight road, everybody
in a line, having the red sea at right and the eastern desert to the left,
heading north.
As the story of the journey, roughly half way through the stage, the scooter exhaust
from shortly after the collector output.
I had to stop, take the rest of it, the pot and the mudguard (incredibly's all
fixed by the same screw) and speed to meet my group.
With all this, I had a Harley scooter, given the deafening noise that my little
pony (copyright to the rightful owner) did and the low speed reached.
Arrived in El Gouna, waiting for us one of the best resorts of the Red Sea, and
the rest of the day to read Le Carré, sprawled out on the sand.
A sunny Saturday afternoon
in Porto, I shove me in an old house or warehouse, near Campanhã, in the street
Miraflor; Mira space.
