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Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Planning for the APE tour Cape of Good Hope to Lisboa
These people have done Lisbon to Beijing
http://www.scrittoio.com/eurasia/uk/index.htm
Friday, August 20, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Wise words
The famous quote by Sterling Hayden which I have shared below;
"I've always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of security. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?"
"I've always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of security. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?"
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Early days travel , hitching a hike by car
Just going to highschool ,a few friends would get together for some fun.
Hitching a ride for about 120 km along the dual carrage road between our two towns
was the challenge.In those days motorists would easily pull off and even drive out of their way to drop you off.
A favourite destination was the bumpcar races on the ash ovaltrack(stampkar renbaan).
The last to arrive had to buy cooldrinks.
At that stage of your life it didnt matter whether the main interest was the all the cars or the beautiful girls.
At one stage we convinced the science teacher also to visit.
Not to mention the fun ,when we used his Anglia car to circle the school rugbyfield trillion times with the teacher ensuring that all the spectators stay on the pavillon.
The headmaster solved this extraordanary racing at his school by making the schoolbus available to the schoolkids to go to the ovaltrac.
The adventure of travel and meeting diffent people still stay in our veins and some of us continued to hitch a ride to surrounding destinations.
Hitching a ride for about 120 km along the dual carrage road between our two towns
was the challenge.In those days motorists would easily pull off and even drive out of their way to drop you off.
A favourite destination was the bumpcar races on the ash ovaltrack(stampkar renbaan).
The last to arrive had to buy cooldrinks.
At that stage of your life it didnt matter whether the main interest was the all the cars or the beautiful girls.
At one stage we convinced the science teacher also to visit.
Not to mention the fun ,when we used his Anglia car to circle the school rugbyfield trillion times with the teacher ensuring that all the spectators stay on the pavillon.
The headmaster solved this extraordanary racing at his school by making the schoolbus available to the schoolkids to go to the ovaltrac.
The adventure of travel and meeting diffent people still stay in our veins and some of us continued to hitch a ride to surrounding destinations.
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