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And two summers after ....

Por éstas tierras quasi-eslavas ya empezó la primavera y a poco aprendo las diferencias que hay con la metamorfosis que me tocó vivir hace dos años en Canadá, durante el primer equinoccio que pasé en tierras nórdicas.

En Rumanía no estamos tan al norte y por ello se cultivan vineyards in almost every home gardens, as in that of Mrs. Manuela who taught me a grape seed requires three years to make the first wine, and from the talks slowly in his garden , that morning became afternoon and went exploring the first annual crop roots: I first noticed that among the vegetables that were in the garden, garlic shoots were green stood stronger and more spiky leaves of onion I had never seen those beans born, appeared too, certainly would give them a look clueless as simple reed or may even confuse one another, the Lady Manuela placed them because from the beginning of the year, on the right side of the willow planted garlic and onions left, the tree hugging from between what grew in the garden, the willow was still young but already had their fifteen feet its five years under him, in the foothills of closer Copaco (which is said to influence tree Albanian and Romanian) peered shyly dandelions, use them here to make a concoction and give it a taste Acidito to salads, which in our kitchen would be like the taste of our lemon unavoidable, but this relationship was not what surprised me!

Come on you know! : Doña Manuela told me that every six months preparing their sweet quince with fruit that I was under the tree, like a Guayabota with the skin of a yellow apple, that story I quince sweets I know, but I had never seen one, and authorship did not believe it Romanian, so I told Ixtlahuacán Chapala and the quince, Atotonilquillo Fair of Atequiza and Juanacatlan, where my grandmother Carmen and their ancestors, but she said with a reassuring safety, this result does not belong to the new world that had long been cultivated on the shores of black sea, first by Aryans and then by the Greeks, I gasped and felt that the birds were talking to me and I understood for the first time in his garden: Sparrow is polyphonic singing and fleeting, seems to have three holes that connect the larynx, which engulfs one and two where only tune sung in different octaves, I learned to relate that these birds were sparrows, which can be found across the city and are always seen in groups along the ground singing as celestial songs down, and they did that afternoon with the message of quince that I lit up, but another song is escuhó in garden, Doña Manuela says this is the voice of Ciocarlie, that I had never heard chirping, I'm sure was not like the nightingale who stood between the vineyard, who also boasted of his instrument, it Lark is a bird, sings only when it stops flying and the hum of his wings and down to peck the seeds out there is, one feels the vacuum of silence that leaves the end of the Brahms Hungarian Dance.

Mrs. Manuela Magyar descent, is the wife of Don Gabriel Mihai's mother, an only son, a good guy with whom every Monday after five in the afternoon, to the sound of coffee, biscuits and home, share correct his experiences and his English.

There are more things that walk around here, but one can not describe what you see: it is very pretty to look at the spring throughout the city, which are painted over the Corcodusi , trees with a trunk very dark and small flowers that drape around an immaculate white, the smell of the tree of Mirabel still can not send mail, but some pictures together.

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Spring in the Arctic

As time passes, it seems incredible that it spent 5 weeks since I posted something on the blog. I apologize to my loyal fans ... But as you'll see I've been pretty busy doing things and adventuring to tell you I have no time to sit down and upload photos and write all these details that characterize my stories fart ....

Let's start first thing I did since my last post, to follow in order because it is better late than never.

Mo As always he managed to through an acquaintance who lives in do not know where, to accommodate two brothers who are going to try to cross the Northwest Passage in kite skiing (which is skiing with kites) is 3000 km in the north where there are no roads and there are only a few indigenous settlements are very large and we only have access by air (well normally only by air). This is the first attempt to cross this passage with this means of transport, it goes without saying that the two brothers are crazy in the head but also have much experience with this type of activity, have been nominated by National Geographic for their activities in the north and other things that I do not remember. The plan is simple, is to arrive at a place called Pond Inlet in the north-eastern Canada in the territory of Nunavut for those who like maps. Plan to arrive in late May before the spring melt much ice and will be impossible to move safely through the ice as much of the journey is on frozen water.

So after a day in Inuvik making their final adjustments to the trip are planning for months with Mo gave them the last push to Tuktoyaktuk is where they planned to start from and as taxis here I wanted to charge like $ 400 dollars to take them I offered to drive the van to take Mo, so the Uruguayan shorts and brothers that are going to spend 2 months in the north polar team we headed to Tuk. Actually two people who are super interesting and they also have a blog if you want to look a little of this adventure, the link to the blog of Eric and Sarah is on the main page of my blog on the blogs that I follow or else click on this link http://www.pittarak.com/blog. html

Sarah, I with my shorts and Eric

Now everyone takes pictures pissing me in the snow?

Eric, Mo and Sarah in the path of ice

Eric, me and Sarah in the path of ice

Sarah, me and Eric Tuk

Eric and Sara with his team ready for your trip, all the luck for them

Well apart from having been Eric and Sarah to begin your journey've been doing a lot of things outside, enjoying the beautiful weather and snow, because the spring in the Arctic must say is very funny if you can take advantage ...

I have been dating a sleigh ride motorcycles a lot, and now that temperatures are between 10 and 15 below zero and sometimes even closer to zero, with the right equipment does not go on a bike cold sled to play in the snow, also with Higher temperatures melt snow and more moisture in the atmosphere which has caused even more snow falls even more fun doing.

With my great teacher Raold that although only 15 years old is a master when it relates to motor sledges, we play in the snow, I am learning to jump and not so much when I'm wedged in the snow because it is more difficult than it seems.

But most of all you have to let the pictures speak for me because you can not explain how wonderful it is to play in the snow and die of cold jijijiji.

My face frozen after a long time in the bike sled

Inuvik

View

Roald playing in the snow

sled jump on a motorcycle ...

Top

hills is not easy ... but not for anyone Raold jijiji

But if I have a great story to tell you about my trips to ride a bike sled, is that we went to Mo and Brent to find fallen trees and we were going to cut Lena next day to the range of Mo, and now the way we were playing in the snow for a while but when it started snowing and visibility was drastically reduced decided to retreat, everything was nice playing in the snow on frozen lakes and rivers to I was going in the bike sled Mo is 20 years I got into a pond that had a lot of snow and there I floating on snow when I see my hand what looked like ice which is a sign that water ice was broken and some water emerged and re-freeze or ice closed again, even with my limited knowledge of how to ride a bike sled know if you see water or ice should not stop but you have to accelerate out as soon as possible a potentially disastrous situation so when I saw the ice pushed the throttle just to feel like me I begin to sink more and more and get more and more slowly, and looking back I see that there is water, lots of water behind me is gushing to the surface after having pressed the snow layer was deposited on the water ....

I'm not going to lie, the first 2 or 3 seconds after seeing the water behind me re my shit and left me waiting for the sound of ice cracking beneath the sled and bike and I was ready to jump as far as possible and to begin to kick for not sink, but after 2 seconds without any sound more than the sled motor bike in the air, I realized that while there was water only the water that had melted in recent days the sun and was trapped beneath the ice and snow, so I got off the bike sled and thank god my boots are pretty good in terms of water resistance so I do not freeze the legs, and I started trying to get the water sled bike because with the lack of traction could not move forward, I see that Brent came to help me and told him not to stop because if it was going to lockout as well and Mo go and get me going forward, but it makes the water turn into snow and ice when pressed compacts quickly so it is not easy to get the sled in such trancadera bike led us to Brent, Mo and me like 20 minutes of girth, and clear snow in front of the sled motor to reach a party without water to stay afloat jjijijij. But no one was hurt but even with the cold end of it I was pretty wet jijiji. Too bad no photos of that but I hope the story describes the idea ....

other thing to mention is that in the spring all communities organized a festival called Jamboree, each community gives it a different name and the Muskrat Jamboree Inuvik is called, this was the number 54 because it was Inuvik founded 54 years ago ....

Most striking of all are the various games and activities carried out within 3 days of the festival, most of the activities are cash prizes and many are free to participate, some examples are race on tables, driving a nail, an otter cuerear Arctic to fire to make tea banock and cooking (which is a kind of fried cake made here) and many more diverse activities, there are also racing sled dogs and sleds bike, and every night at the sports center is more dance or activity as a contest talent.

arctic otters, ready to be leather

With 90 years and still continues cuerenado otters

The contestants, I'm there to take the time

in action

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Video of Lulu, the otter arctic cuerenado

With Lulu, after skinning the otter arctic victory in 1'07''47 hundredths

skinning the otter arctic Cami, thanks for participating jijiji

Carrera on tables

Thinking to compete ....

Driving a nail, may think that was one of the competitions, awards 30, 20 and 10 dollars ....

taffee

Making, which is boiled maple syrup on snow to put candy is

Mo enjoying his taffee

Carrera shoes Snow

Making tea and
Banok

conjunction with the festival in Inuvik, the ski club organized cross-country race called Top of the World Loppet (which translated is acting bug at the top of the world). Career in which I participate and win a silver medal in my category. As you see in the photos was not the kind more prepared since I had my large jacket which is why I died of heat during the race, and not put the right wax on my skis which makes you drive at the time of and as skiing I did not put the appropriate step after half race could not stand up for more than 1 minute and fell more than what I usually fall when I skied.

Co Mo before the race

We left in the race

I arrived

almost at the finish line almost

Crossing the finish jijiji

awaiting the decision of the judges

Glad I finished jijij life

Receiving my medal

Cami with his medal

Mo with his medal

Brent with his medal

Me and my new jijijij
medal

The medal table

All medalists, note in passing, had 70 medals available and 37 participants, was more difficult to not win a medal to be won

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Taking a Baylies mo's house at 10 at night, note the sunlight as the sun does not set until midnight ....

Y como soy un tipo honesto les voy a contar un secreto, la razón por la cual gane la medalla de plata es porque solo había 3 personas en mi categoría y uno de ellos no termino jijiji pero sea como sea yo tengo medalla y Uds. no jijijijij.

Al fin de semana siguiente del festival fuimos con Jordán y con Jean Sebastian (de aquí en mas JS) a visitar Aklavik. Aklavik es originalmente la ciudad capital para la gente del norte pero como se inunda cada ano o cada segundo año por su ubicación geográfica el gobierno de Canadá decidió fundar Inuvik y hacer de esta ciudad la capital, por eso es que hoy por hoy en Aklavik solo quedan unas 400 personas que viven todo el año no you know what, since there is only one supermarket when we went we were closed and half the houses are in ruins. The only attraction they have are the mountains of Aklavik to which land can be reached by ice on the road but if you want to be accurate very close to a motor sled so we saw them from afar. And then it is going to visit the grave of mad trapper, a person who, in 1927 killed two policemen and then escaped and were looking for 5 years until finally he was killed, and the crazy thing is that the guy lived house and fishing as their ancestors despite the raw weather. And there ends the visit of Aklavik, the only extra thing we did was on the return trip to Jordan was driving and that I had gone to sleep, and at a bend in the path of ice lost control and shook against the shoulder, thank god it was all snow weak and does not break anything in the van Mo.

JS, Me and Jordan in Aklavik, do not miss the shorts ...

Js and Jordan in the mountains of Aklavik

Los tramperos locos.... jijijij

"The Story of the Mad Trapper, 1932

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an epic story that began with a police officer shot to death in 1931 at the trapper's cabin, located on the outskirts of Aklavik, which was transformed into the most incredible manhunt Century 20. With only the clothes on his bag to protect it from the brutal winter temperatures about 60 degrees below zero mysterious trapper, smarter and with fewer weapons that legendary body mounted police and special forces Aboriginal 7 long weeks. A broadcast live from the site, was the biggest story of his time. From Anchorage to Miami, people from across the continent tuned in every hour to hear the latest news from the top of the Canadian Arctic. Among howling huskies, dangerous roads and freezing nights, through some of the world's most dangerous land, so the trapper can not kept the police at bay, and the audience glued to their radios. Finally, with the greatest force for tracking special Aboriginal body forces and with the assistance of a pilot Aircraft Wop May, the trapper was killed in a shootout at Eagle River, February 17, 1932. "

"The Mad Trapper

Albert Johnson, came to Ross River on August 2, 1927 complaints local trapper, caught the police on him. He shot two officers and became a fugitive from the law. With howling huskies, dangerous roads and freezing nights, the police finally catch up. He was killed in Eagle River, February 17, 1932. "

Tomb Trapper

crazy

JS and Jordan making gang signs ....

good way to park ....

jijijij

parked Since I take and I change the water to the olives ....

And that covers the month of February and March, and hopefully before they pass other five weeks to tell you about my trip to fish on the ice, but not to make this article longer cut it around here and hopefully tell him soon.

Thanks for reading

Juan