<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739</id><updated>2012-01-31T10:45:04.280-02:00</updated><category term='Peru'/><category term='Vietnam'/><category term='Camboja'/><category term='Malásia'/><category term='Bolivia'/><category term='Indonésia'/><category term='Brasil - Rio Grande do Sul'/><category term='China'/><category term='- Diversos'/><category term='Brasil - São Paulo'/><category term='Brasil'/><category term='Portugal'/><category term='Brasil - Bahia'/><category term='- Algumas Palavras'/><category term='Brasil - Espírito Santo'/><category term='- Montanhas - Antartica'/><category term='Nepal'/><category term='Brasil - Rio de Janeiro'/><category term='Uruguay'/><category term='Marrocos'/><category term='Venezuela'/><category term='Antartica'/><category term='- Croquis de Vias de Escalada'/><category term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category term='Argentina'/><category term='- Montanhas - Asia'/><category term='- Montanhas - Europa'/><category term='- Montanhas - América do Sul'/><category term='Espanha'/><category term='Chile'/><category term='- Música'/><category term='- Montanhas'/><category term='- Montanhas - Africa'/><category term='Andorra'/><category term='Brasil - Santa Catarina'/><category term='India'/><category term='Laos'/><category term='França'/><category term='Italia'/><category term='- Filmes e Videos'/><category term='Tailândia'/><category term='Brasil - Minas Gerais'/><title type='text'>O Andarilho - Blog do Roberto Lacaze</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>296</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-8179354119738621813</id><published>2012-01-28T12:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:01:26.055-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Diversos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - América do Sul'/><title type='text'>Dica de livro: Enduring Patagonia, de Gregory Crouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPW7IODlqZI/TyQGs_6BsYI/AAAAAAAAIQw/xEFOII5AmiE/s1600/Enduring_Patagonia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPW7IODlqZI/TyQGs_6BsYI/AAAAAAAAIQw/xEFOII5AmiE/s200/Enduring_Patagonia.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recentemente terminei de ler &lt;b&gt;Enduring Patagonia&lt;/b&gt;, do alpinista e escritor &lt;a href="http://gregcrouch.com/"&gt;Gregory Crouch&lt;/a&gt;. Este livro foi uma agradável surpresa, pois ainda não tinha ouvido falar dele. Estava buscando algum livro de alpinismo para ler. Porém, não queria algo sobre escaladas comerciais, Everest, estruturadas expedições himalaianas, acidentes dramaticamente incríveis, etc. – assuntos estes que são tratados na grande maioria dos livros de alpinismo. Estava buscando um livro que simplesmente falasse sobre o alpinismo de uma maneira pura, mostrando a relação do homem com as montanhas e todo o crescimento interior que a atividade proporciona. Um livro que não falasse de pessoas que estão buscando “conquistar” as maiores montanhas do mundo, de “vencer” a natureza, de fincar a bandeira de seu país no topo do mundo, de promover sua própria imagem, de alimentar o ego, etc; mas sim que retratasse aqueles que vão às montanhas pelo simples amor à natureza e em busca de auto-conhecimento. Estava procurando um livro sobre aqueles que vão às montanhas muito mais interessados no processo do que no resultado, ou seja, mais interessados na escalada do que simplesmente no cume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim, em busca de um livro para ler, achei sem querer o Enduring Patagonia. Eu não tinha recebido a indicação de ninguém e nunca tinha ouvido falar do livro, mas me pareceu interessante e resolvi conferir. Comprei e o devorei: Gostei bastante. Era o tipo de leitura que estava buscando. Para quem se interesssa por alpinismo e pela Patagonia, recomendo. O autor narra suas experiências pessoais, com as escaladas do Fitz Roy (pela via franco-argentina), Cerro Torre (pela via Compressor e invernal na via Ferrari), Poincenot (abrindo uma nova via na face norte), Pollone (abrindo uma nova via no pilar oeste), Saint-Exupéry e Innominata (tentativas de abertura de novas vias), San Lorenzo (tentativa), entre outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I realize that my climbs and my climbing make little significant contribution to alpinism. They are not the hardest, the best, or the boldest. (...) What they are is tremendously important to me. They’re the defining moments of my life.”&lt;/i&gt; (Gregory Crouch).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enduring Patagonia ainda não está disponível em português, apenas em inglês, e pode ser comprado nas melhores livrarias do Brasil. Comprei o meu na &lt;a href="http://www.livrariacultura.com.br/"&gt;Livraria Cultura&lt;/a&gt;: Eles não tinham o livro para pronta entrega, mas fiz a encomenda e o livro chegou em cerca de 6 semanas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-8179354119738621813?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8179354119738621813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2012/01/enduring-patagonia-gregory-crouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/8179354119738621813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/8179354119738621813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2012/01/enduring-patagonia-gregory-crouch.html' title='Dica de livro: Enduring Patagonia, de Gregory Crouch'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPW7IODlqZI/TyQGs_6BsYI/AAAAAAAAIQw/xEFOII5AmiE/s72-c/Enduring_Patagonia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-4961635973722861500</id><published>2012-01-26T22:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:25:18.681-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - América do Sul'/><title type='text'>A polêmica retirada dos bolts da Via Compressor no Cerro Torre - Patagonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em 1970 Césare Maestri criou uma das maiores polêmicas do alpinismo com a conquista da via Compressor no Cerro Torre, devido ao uso abusivo de proteções fixas na rocha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora, em 2012, os escaladores Jason Kruk e Hayden Kennedy, após escalar a montanha em "estilo limpo", retiraram grande parte dos grampos originalmente colocados por Maestri, gerando assim uma nova polêmica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estão certos ou errados? Quem é a favor? Quem é contra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Polêmica por polêmica, a única coisa que podemos afirmar é que esta última deixou a montanha mais limpa, mais condizente com as dificuldades naturais desta escalada. E se escalar o Cerro Torre já não era tarefa fácil, mesmo com a “escadaria” de grampos da via Compressor, agora então passa a ser muito mais difícil, coisa para poucos. Pode-se dizer que o Cerro Torre é agora uma nova montanha, mais natural, mais próxima daquilo que já foi um dia, antes de 1970. Porém, isso não necessariamente dá razão ao ato recente dos escaladores Kruk e Kennedy. Pode-se verificar que as opiniões sobre o ocorrido estão divididas. De um lado temos a atual comunidade escaladora local, que tem se mostrado contrária a retirada dos grampos. E do outro lado, estão aqueles que concordaram com a retirada dos grampos, onde, de uma forma geral, encontram-se os membros mais antigos da comunidade escaladora local (aqueles que participaram, ou estiveram muito próximos, dos acontecimentos ocorridos nas décadas de 60 e 70).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A seguir estão alguns textos que ajudam a entender os fatos: Uma matéria do jornal &lt;a href="http://www.lacachania.com.ar/"&gt;La Cachaña&lt;/a&gt; de El Chaltén, Argentina; Uma carta do alpinista Carlos Comesaña, também publicada no &lt;a href="http://www.lacachania.com.ar/"&gt;La Cachaña&lt;/a&gt;; e Um texto publicado por Leo Dickinson no forum de discussões do site &lt;a href="http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/1725375/Cerro-Torre-A-Mountain-Consecrated-The-Resurrection-of-th"&gt;Supertopo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La vía del Compresor fue escalada en estilo limpio, sin los clavos de Maestri por el canadiense Jason Kruk de 24 años y el americano Hayden Kennedy de 21.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Un nuevo capítulo para el polémico Cerro Torre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipn87tQgTG8/Tx3LMr8CIhI/AAAAAAAAIQc/YbfZYPKraEU/s1600/ct.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="119" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipn87tQgTG8/Tx3LMr8CIhI/AAAAAAAAIQc/YbfZYPKraEU/s200/ct.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La controversial vía del Compresor realizada por Césare Maestri fue escalada en estilo limpio por dos jóvenes escaladores. Un capítulo más de la historia de la montaña más polémica del mundo. Luego de llegar a la cumbre sin tocar los clavos que Maestri colocó en 1970, en su descenso, Jason Kruk y Hayden Kennedy los sacaron de la pared. Los deportistas fueron demorados por la policía que les retiró los 102 clavos. En este artículo, un resumen de los hechos más relevantes para entender la controversia. Además, les realizamos una entrevista a la que se sumó Rolando Garibotti y Colin Haley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1959. La falsa cumbre de Maestri - Egger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En el año 1959, la expedición del italiano Césare Maestri y el asutríaco Toni Egger, realizó un intento de alcanzar la cumbre del Cerro Torre. Según Maestri, en el descenso luego de llegar a la cumbre, Egger fue arrastrado por una avalancha desapareciendo en las montañas y junto con él, la cámara de fotos y anotaciones. Sin embargo, Maestri dio referencias sobre el ascenso y explicó cómo lo habían logrado, pero por la carencia de pruebas fue puesto en duda por la comunidad de escaladores de Italia y del mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1968. Primer intento. Cordada anglo-argentina por la cara SE del Cerro Torre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Con la controvertida arista SE del Cerro Torre, todavía limpia de clavos, se intentó por primera vez un ascenso al cerro por esa cara. La cordada anglo argentina compuesta por Martin Boysen, Mick Burke, Pete Crew, Dougal Haston y el argentino José Luis Fonrouge, realizó la escalada siguiendo la línea natural, sobre la arista. La cordada logró subir hasta un punto a 450 metros sobre el Col de la Paciencia, que son responsables de haber nombrado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1970. Césare Maestri abre la vía del Compresor, la profanación del cerro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maestri criticado, amargado y herido en su orgullo, reúne una nueva expedición y en el 1970, en su afán por demostrar que podía llegar a la cumbre, vuelve al Cerro Torre para saldar la revancha. Su intención era subir el cerro en invierno. Para tal hazaña, Maestri sube un compresor para colocar bolts, clavos a presión que no se meten en las fisuras naturales sino que requieren efectuar una perforación hecha expresamente en la roca compacta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para muchos esta escalada causó una “profanación del cerro” y todavía causa una gran controversia en los círculos de montaña por ser el primer ascenso que utilizó un taladro compresor de 180kg con el que colocaron un total de 360 clavos de presión que se perforaron en la roca, además en muchos lugares esta ruta no se sigue la línea natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El equipo de Maestri no alcanzó la cumbre deteniéndose a unos 60 metros por debajo, justo antes del fin del terreno vertical. Maestri desestimó la importancia de subir el hongo de hielo final comentando: "Es sólo un trozo de hielo, no es realmente parte de la montaña, se volará uno de estos días." No está claro si Maestri llegó al final de la roca vertical como declaró. Jim Bridwell luego de la primera ascensión completa de la ruta, comentó: "Mirando hacia arriba, vi siete clavos rotos, pero 20 metros de granito liso se extendían entre el último clavo y la nieve de la cumbre.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comesaña - Founrouge desde la cumbre del Fitz Roy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde los primeros intentos de ascender el Cerro Torre, las controversias sobre las maneras de lograr la cumbre, desataron diferentes posturas en los escaladores de todo el mundo. Carlos Comesaña, primer argentino junto a José Luis Fonrouge en subir a la cumbre del Fitz Roy en el año 1965, comentó este último viernes 20 de enero en un foro de escaladores que a fines de los ´70 decidieron que “…nunca usaríamos clavos de presión o expansión (perforados en la roca). Hacer un intento en esa montaña envenenada por Maestri en el ´59 no tiene sentido, teniendo muchas otras cumbres vírgenes por hacer.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Al respecto, Carlos Comesaña concluye su comentario, “…en mi nombre y en el de otros que resignamos el sueño de ascender por primera vez esta fantástica montaña, declamo por nuestros derechos, a borrar de esas paredes del Cerro Torre, todos los restos – compresor incluido – de la violación cometida por Maestri en los ´70, y pienso que nadie – por ninguna razón – puede tener más derecho que nosotros."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2005. Cae el mito de la cumbre Maestri - Egger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En el año 2005 Ermanno Salvaterra, escalador italiano, junto a Rolando Garibotti y Alessandro Beltrami, suben por la vía que supuestamente había abierto Maestri en el ´59. En su ascenso constatan que las referencias que Maestri había dado eran incorrectas, así derriban el mito de cumbre de Maestri- Egger y nombran a la vía El Arca de los Vientos. Este hecho cambió la historia de la montaña y los escaladores Daniele Chiappa, Mario Conti, Casimiro Ferrari y Pino Negri, todos italianos, pasan a ser los primeros en haber llegado a la cumbre del Torre en el año 1974.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2007. Un intento para limpiar la vía.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La cordada de EE.UU. compuesta por Josh Wharton y Zach Martin, llegaron a la localidad en el 2007 con la intención de escalar la vía del Compresor sin utilizar los clavos de Maestri y luego, en su descenso, limpiar la vía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por este hecho, se realizó una asamblea con los escaladores que estaban presentes en la localidad, alrededor de 40 personas (algunos extranjeros) emitieron su voto optando la mayoría porque los clavos se queden en la pared. Vicente Labate, vecino y escalador de la localidad, publicó una nota en la revista “Al Borde” con el título Democracia Patagónica y en sus conclusiones expresa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“La puesta en común ya está hecha, lo que no significa que la cuestión está cerrada, permanezcamos a la expectativa del crecimiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“En mi opinión, este verano nos dio la oportunidad de poder declarar en conjunto: No a las escaleras de clavos en ninguna montaña desde ahora en adelante, si a la búsqueda de soluciones comunes (no referido a simples), no a la prepotencia de ideas y acciones por parte de los actores implicados, aceptar la historia como parte de nuestra cultura.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La revista Desnivel nº 251 del año 2007, decide publicar las dos campanas sobre el tema, en contra de la extracción de los clavos se publica una nota del escalador Gabriel Otero, y en contraposición, Rolando Garibotti expresa su punto de vista publicando un artículo donde cita a un legendario escalador esloveno, Silvo Karo “…esa vía ha sido robada al futuro. Sin todos esos clavos la historia de esta magnífica montaña hubiese sido muy diferente”. En el mismo párrafo, hace referencia a que el mismo Maestri tuvo intenciones de retirarlos, "…sacaré todos los clavos y dejaré la pared limpia tal como la encontramos”, y a Mario Conti, “…solo sacando los clavos podemos imaginar la montaña como era, como tendría que ser.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La opinión de Garibotti se ve resumida en sus últimos renglones, “…personalmente creo que es hora de terminar el trabajo que Maestri empezó y colocar estos clavos históricos en un lugar seguro, bajo el techo de un museo.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2011. Varios interesados en limpiar la vía.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El año pasado, Ermanno Salvaterra reflejaba su opinión favorable a quitar los clavos de presión que puso Maestri. “Desde mi punto de vista, quien ascienda, como Jason Kruk va a intentar o Zack Smith (lo intentó con Josh Wharton en 2007), tendría derecho a hacer un trabajo así y dejar solamente el compresor como símbolo de esa ascensión.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Tal vez no todos sepan que Maestri quería romper todos los clavos a presión y no sólo los del último largo. Cuando comenzó a romperlos, (su compañero) Ezio Alimonta le dijo que si continuaba así se bajaba y le esperaba en la base de la montaña.”El experimentado escalador ya ponía nombres posibles de los deportistas capaces de realizar una empresa deportiva de esas características.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jason Kruk y Hayden Kennedy, los jóvenes escaladores provenientes del Norte del continente, están en la localidad desde hace unas cuantas semanas. Han realizado grandes méritos deportivos al coronar varias agujas de la región, la torre Herron y la Egger, y también la Standhardt del macizo del Torre, la Saint Exupery y la apertura de la vía The Gentlemens Club (900m, 400m new, 7a) en la Aguja de la S, logradas en el macizo del Fitz Roy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En cuanto mérito deportivo, la vía que escalaron entre los días 15 y 16 de Enero fue la más destacada de la cordada en esta estancia en la Patagonia. La vía del Compresor los llevó al tope del Cerro Torre, una de las montañas más polémicas en la historia de la escalada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18 de Enero de 2012. Descenso del Cerro Torre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entrevista a Jason Kruk y Hayden Kennedy, Colin Haley y Rolando Garibotti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Cachaña:  ¿Retirar los clavos de Maestri era algo que tenían pensado cuando planearon subir al Cerro Torre?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hyden Kennedy:  Este año vinimos a Patagonia simplemente a escalar, no teníamos planeado de antemano retirar los clavos de presión, ni siquiera escalar el espolón sudeste del Torre. Escalamos la Standhardt, Egger, también el Torre pero no lo habíamos planeado hacer necesariamente por esa ruta, pero el clima tan caluroso y las condiciones climáticas adecuadas nos hicieron pensar que teníamos una buena oportunidad para intentarlo. Además, Jason ya conocía bien la ruta porque lo había intentado el año pasado junto a Chris Geisler llegando a unos 60 metros de la cumbre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jason Kruk: En ningún momento durante el ascenso pensamos en retirar los clavos de la pared, ni siquiera durante la escalada estuvimos seguros que positivamente íbamos a lograr llegar a la cumbre. Para nosotros en cuanto te ponés a pensar solo en el objetivo, te perdés de vivir la experiencia de estar haciéndolo, ésto es lo importante para nosotros. Fue en la cumbre que tomamos la decisión de retirar los clavos de Maestri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En el pueblo, el 19 de enero, un grupo de escaladores locales se reunieron en el Puesto Sanitario local habiendo conocido la noticia sobre la “limpieza” del Cerro Torre. Los escaladores y vecinos interesados en el tema se declararon en contra del accionar de los chicos repudiando “…ampliamente la violación del patrimonio cultural e histórico de una de las montañas más emblemáticas del mundo, al haber sido removidos parte de los clavos de la ruta “El Compresor” en el Cerro Torre, acción llevada a cabo por los escaladores Jason Kruk y Hayden Kennedy a pesar del consenso logrado en el año 2007 sobre la conservación de dicho patrimonio.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como cuentan los propios protagonistas del grupo de vecinos, “…en el ínterin nos enteramos de que uno de los justicieros de la montaña (EEUU y Canadá) se encontraba en los alrededores, se lo fue a intervenir para pedir explicaciones.  Allí se acercó la policía y se lo condujo al domicilio (donde se encontraba su compañero) para que entregue los clavos removidos (a simple vista, calculo, más de 100) y seguidamente se los llevaron a la comisaría para dejar constancia del hecho. Se realizó un simbólico escrache en la casa.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Cachaña: ¿Se imaginaron que podía causar estos problemas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hyden Kennedy: Lo discutimos y sabíamos que iba a haber mucha gente que no le iba a gustar y que en internet se iba a hablar mucho de esto, pero no esperábamos esta reacción en el pueblo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jason Kruk: No esperábamos que una patota enojada nos atacara, eso para nosotros fue muy triste, que no pudieran hablar directamente con nosotros. Hemos perdido amigos por este hecho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hyden Kennedy: No esperábamos todo esto y tampoco nos imaginamos que íbamos a terminar en la policía. Igualmente al tomar la decisión de retirar los clavos, Jason y yo teníamos que estar preparados para enfrentar las consecuencias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jason Kruk: No nos importa lo que el resto piense de nosotros, tomamos esta decisión y estamos preparados para vivir con eso. Nunca habrá un consenso sobre qué lado tiene razón, así que simplemente lo hicimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Cachaña: ¿Esto es algo común? Cuándo un escalador logra el ascenso sin utilizar los clavos, ¿tiene derecho a retiralos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Colin Haley: En la escalada, los clavos de expansión o presión (perforados) empezaron a ser utilizados en 1950, antes no existían. Desde que empezaron a ser utilizados causaron mucha controversia, porque te permiten escalar cualquier montaña. Si taladrás clavos suficientes podés escalar lo que quieras sin dificultad. Hubo muchos casos donde rutas que tenían demasiados clavos, alguien los sacó. No diría que es común porque la mayoría de las veces, los clavos se ponen donde tiene sentido ponerlos, donde no hay reparo natural. Normalmente los clavos se retiran de los lugares donde no tiene sentido que estén, como cerca de fisuras. La ruta del compresor es una de las rutas con más clavos del mundo. Por cuatro décadas los escaladores hablaron de sacar los clavos de la ruta del compresor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Cachaña: ¿Por qué lo hicieron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Colin Haley: Las razones para hacer algo así son muy claras para las personas del mundo de la escalada. Y muy difícil de explicar, pero lo importante es el respeto por la naturaleza, creo que sacar los clavos deja limpia a la montaña y ahora solo se puede escalar de una manera limpia, lo que ponés, lo sacás. En un lado está “hago lo que sea para llegar a la cima de la montaña sin importar lo que le hago a la montaña” y en el otro lado está el respeto por la montaña.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hyden Kennedy: Básicamente es devolverle a la montaña su estado natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jason Kruk: Las personas que nos vinieron a ver enojadas me dijeron que si ellos fueran a mi ciudad e hicieran algo así, los tratarían mal, pero yo los quiero invitar a que vengan a escalar a mi ciudad y hagan lo que hagan se sentirán como en su casa. Yo haré todo lo posible para que se sientan bienvenidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Colin Haley: Mi opinión es que esta discusión, parte tiene que ver con la escalada, pero también con el nacionalismo, y creo que muchas de las personas que estaban enojadas no lo hubiesen estado si  Hayden y Jason fuesen argentinos. Para mi esa lógica no tiene sentido, las montañas son parte del mundo natural y el Cerro Torre pertenece a todos los escaladores del mundo, sin importar la nacionalidad. Una actitud así, roza la discriminación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hyden Kennedy: Otra de las cosas que se hablaron es sobre la historia, nos dijeron que sienten que de alguna manera  les borramos parte de su historia, pero la historia está escrita, está hecha y va cambiando. Esta es una montaña muy controvertida y ésto, es solo un capítulo. No se puede robar la historia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rolando Garibotti: Yo estoy completamente de acuerdo en todo y quiero recalcar lo que dijo Colin sobre el ser local. El local se vota con el corazón, donde dedicás tu tiempo y ponés tu energía. Para mi, ellos son locales porque vienen acá cada año y le ponen un montón de pilas a estas montañas. Yo tengo vividos más de 15 años fuera de Argentina y nunca nadie me hizo sentir que yo no fuese local, he sacado clavos, repuesto clavos, colocado clavos y nunca nadie me hizo sentir que no podía hacerlo por hablar otro idioma o tener acento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Colin Haley: La verdad también es que no hay locales en El Chaltén, todos son de afuera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rolando Garibotti: La discusión de estos bolts es una discusión filosófica, es una discusión sobre qué sentido tiene la montaña y a qué vamos a la montaña. Los clavos son un atajo para intentar llegar a la cumbre cuando no tenés los recursos para llegar. A mí me interesa la calidad de la experiencia, yo prefiero no llegar a una cumbre si no tengo los recursos antes de usar más medios para hacerlo, es una elección personal, es una cuestión estética. Hay personas que van a ciertas montañas solo por tildar una cumbre y hay otros que van por lo que es la experiencia de llegar hasta ahí, la batalla que implica confrontar la naturaleza en sus propios términos, siguiendo algunos parámetros básicos de la escalada. En cuanto a lo que utilizás, cuánto menos, más ético es tu estilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Cachaña: Al quitar los clavos, ¿no se le quita la posibilidad a muchas personas que pueden escalar esa vía solo con la ayuda de los clavos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rolando Garibotti: Pero entonces pongamos una escalera mecánica al Cerro Torre. En algún lugar hay una línea muy gris, porque es un deporte que no está muy definido. Maestri, sin duda, desde el comienzo cruzó esa línea gris a un lugar rojo, lo que hizo Maestri fue una aberración. La cuestión es cuántos medios justifican llegar a la cumbre. Yo voy a la montaña a buscar dificultad, a buscar desafío… ¿y después, uso un montón de medios para facilitar el camino?, no tiene sentido. Alguien podría argumentar que deberíamos escalar desnudos, que no es justo siquiera utilizar las cuerdas. Bueno, hay parámetros de base aceptados entre los escaladores que implican llevar tus dos cuerdas, tu mochila y poco más. Todo lo que sale de eso, taladro, cuerdas fijas y más tecnología, tiene menor valor por una cuestión simple, que estás usando más medios, estás confrontando menos a la montaña es sus propios términos. De eso se trata, de la honestidad y la modestia de confrontar a la montaña en sus propios términos y se trata de la modestia de que si vos no tenés el nivel te basta elegir una montaña más fácil. Y no, mucha gente que hubiese subido al Torre por la vía del compresor hoy puede seguir teniendo experiencias de la misma calidad, basta que suba a otra cumbre, la calidad de la experiencia no va a cambiar, tal vez lo que esas ascensiones requieran de uno mismo va a ser igualmente fuerte, lo que va a cambiar va a ser el objetivo final, no tendrá el nombrecito, pero si nosotros nos limitamos a tener el nombrecito de turista: “yo escalé el cerro torre”, entonces sí, pongamos la escalera mecánica, el helicóptero y demás. Si empezamos con la discusión de que limitamos la posibilidad a otros, no hay límites, se acabó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lo  que estaría bueno que suceda es armar otra reunión porque mucha gente estaba escalando y así que estén presentes todos, los dos lados. Es lo justo, que nos podamos escuchar todos, todas las versiones y opiniones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Al final todo es una cuestión de respeto y de respetar los espacios. Los clavos pertenecen a un museo, la historia sigue estando ahí, la historia continua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Cachaña&lt;/b&gt; - Fuentes: Pataclimb.com - Desnivel - Alpinist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carta de Carlos Comesaña&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, publicada do jornal &lt;a href="http://www.lacachania.com.ar/"&gt;La Cachaña&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A horas del encuentro que se llevará a cabo en el Gimnasio Comunal a las 19.30 hs, entre las dos vertientes de opinión que existen entre los vecinos y escaladores de la localidad, Carlos Comesaña, escalador argentino que abrió la vía de la Supercanaleta en el Cerro Fitz Roy junto a José Luis Fonrouge en 1965, dio su opinión al respecto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estimados,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este acontecimiento requiere que se lo analice histórica y muy objetivamente al margen de preferencias personales, porque hace a la raíz y a la correcta interpretación de la evolución de nuestro deporte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Comencemos por recordar los orígenes de los esfuerzos por llegar a la cima del Cerro Torre.Manifestaciones como...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...Quien realice su primera ascensión logrará la cima más difícil del mundo". Fue Lionel Terray, en 1952 después de su primera con Magnone al Fitz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...Montaña imposible..!!" Fue Bruno Detassis, de la expedición trentina italiana con Maestri en el 1958 por la vía de la Forcella.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...Debimos renunciar...". Es lo dijeron Carlo Mauri y Walter Bonatti en el 1958, después del intento fallido a la pared oeste.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...Perdimos los clavos a expansión ya bien arriba y no pudimos seguir..." Comentario de los británicos de Haston (incluso con Fonrouge) en 1968 en el primer intento por el filo sureste.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...El cerro Torre es todavía una montaña virgen.." Fue la estocada de Carlo Mauri a Maestri, cuando fue el jefe de la expedición Ragni al Torre por la pared oeste a fines de los 60.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...transformaron la primera ascensión reclamada por Maestri en un novelón cuando el mundo alpinístico italiano, francés, alemán y británico entre otros muchos convertía al Cerro Torre en la vedette de las montañas difíciles - no solo por la prensa especializada - sino también por las otras, las que insuflan los orgullos patrióticos nacionales sustentados en conquistas de "imposibles" montañas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Existía entonces una competencia acirrada, incluso dentro de la misma Italia entre sus regiones nórdicas, en ser los primeros en llegar a la cumbre del Torre. Un coctail preparado para beberlo corriendo todo tipo de riesgos incluso los de relatos confusos y técnicamente poco probados. Maestri, insistiendo en su primera ascensión del 59 les responde a los Ragni que…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...solo los que no son capaces de subirlo pueden pensar que el Torre es imposible...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A lo que los Ragni le acotan que…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...somos capaces de subir montañas que podemos probar que subimos..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- LISTO!!! El motivo y el cast del novelón estaba lanzado. Al sur de las Américas, en la Patagonia Austral el "imposible" Cerro Torre y al norte, en el Viejo Continente lombardos y trentinos se lanzan a la batalla por la cumbre más difícil del mundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Maestri, su esposa Fernanda y sus compañeros aparecen por Buenos  Aires (estaban en un hotelito en una esquina de la calle Lavalle entre los cines) en el invierno de 1970. Nos invita a conversar con Fonrouge pero nada nos dice del compresor. A su pedido, Fonrouge cuenta sus experiencias con los británicos por el filo SE y Maestri nos asegura que es la ruta que quiere abrir ahora para demostrar que el Torre es posible. Con Fonrouge no intentamos preguntarle por qué ni aconsejarlo de que era invierno, muy frío, con poca luz diurna, con menos viento pero con más escarcha en las paredes... etc. porque la seguridad que nos transmitía era total.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- No le fue posible esta vez y pensé que se habrían vuelto a Europa porque así me pareció porque lo hizo su esposa. Pero en realidad, se quedó en la Argentina y en la primavera del mismo año continuo la vía hasta la base del hongo que como es sabido declaró que cae en cualquier momento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Entretanto los Ragni, considerando que la cumbre del Cerro Torre no había sido alcanzada (como también declaro Maestri que ocurrió en el 59) - y criticándolo porque en esta oportunidad del 1970 se usaron medios anacrónicos y antiéticos - intentaron otra vez con Casimiro Ferrari la pared oeste del cerro y llegaron a la cumbre por esta vía en el verano austral del 74.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Se suceden varias repeticiones de la vía del compresor y en menor cantidad por la de los Ragni en la pared Oeste, incluso se sigue la tradicional secuencia de escaladas en alpina sin equipar, invernales y solitarias. Después de varios intentos por diversos alpinistas, Garibotti, Beltrame y Salvaterra completan la vía reclamada por Maestri en la que - como otros alpinistas con anterioridad  - no encuentran vestigio ninguno arriba del neve triangular y en la posterior travesía hacia la Forcella (la tijera que se forma en el col entre el Torre y la Egger).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Esta es la historia y como en otros comentarios que hice respecto al deporte de subir montañas no me siento gurú de nadie, ni exijo participar de lo que pienso y como me están preguntando solo pido que me dejen definir lo que me parece que es el  piso ético del alpinismo (o andinismo o himalayismo) cuando me refiero a subir montañas difíciles.  Al  respecto, por ejemplo, no me hubiera sorprendido si en los 30, Heckmaier en su primera a la Eiger, Norwand relatara que usó algún spit, o porque se me criticara en 1956 por haber usado los clavos fijos de Fisher en el último largo de la Torre Principal.Eso era el standard del momento. Pero lo de Maestri fue distinto porque Bonatti ya había alzado el listón bien arriba con su primera en 1965 en solitario e invernal a la norte del Cervino y sin falsa modestia también nosotros con Fonrouge lo hicimos usando solo 12 clavos tradicionales, dos cuñas y ningún spit para abrir la Supercanaleta del Fitz el mismo año.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- La falla de ética de Maestri - que acuciado por las críticas al respecto de su reclamada primera ascensión al Torre en el 1959 comete el pecado original del compresor - autoriza a cualquier escalador capaz a devolver al cerro Torre su faz de dificultad original. Maestri - un extranjero también  - vino a envolver el Torre en una batalla personal entre europeos y no importa si ahora otros extranjeros más capaces que nosotros nos devuelven el Torre con sus reales dificultades.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Y no considero importante si se pidió o no permiso porque si vamos al caso podrían criticarse antes a todos aquellos que - también sin permiso - cosieron el Torre, el Fitz y el Pìer con cientos de spits para construir antinaturales líneas diretissimas - o no tanto - usando spits !! (los Gallego, Albert, algunos de los Ragni incluso, etc. etc.) entre aplausos y sin que nadie los parara. Entretanto muchos en el valle no le prestaron la atención debida a estos ultrajes al alpinismo clásico.Un párrafo aparte lo dedico a los que usaron la vía del compresor para subir al Torre. Es lógico que estén preocupados porque ahora esa vía construida no existe más y esta declasada, como merece.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pero podrían recuperarse si se dedicaran a subir clásicamente y declasar las otras vías construidas en nuestras montañas patagónicas, limpiándolas de fierros y chapas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;También es tiempo que familiares, amigos, aficionados a la escalada, a las lecturas andinas e incluso los repetidores de vías aprendan a calificar las verdaderas conquistas andinas como la que se trata aquí y no caigan en desprestigiarlas sin razones montañeras valederas y entretanto asistan sin pestañar el ovacionar a falsos íconos del deporte como fue el caso de los barilochenses que habiendo sido subidos al Everest como monchus (entre otros 500) por sherpas, oxígeno y sogas fijas por la ruta comercial del Kuhmbu en la premonzónica del 2012, desfilaron como héroes sobre un camión de bomberos por la calle principal de Bariloche!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos E. Comesaña&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.lacachania.com.ar/"&gt;La Cachaña&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Texto de Leo Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;, publicado no forum de discussões do site &lt;a href="http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/1725375/Cerro-Torre-A-Mountain-Consecrated-The-Resurrection-of-th"&gt;Supertopo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is very good news - particularly for someone who retains a long history with CT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those not then born I will explain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back in 1970 I organised an expedition to the SE Ridge. My team was a good one - Eric Jones (who later soloed the Eiger N Face), Cliff Phillips (who soloed the Piz Badille in 2hr35 mins in 1969)- the late Pete Minks (who soled the Walker Spur) and myself had climbed the Eiger N Face and filmed our ascent a year earlier. Swiss climber Hans Peter Tracsel who had climbed the Eiger in both winter &amp;amp; summer and Gordon Hibberd who was on the First Ascent of the Fortress in Chile, joined us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Decades before the internet was even thought of, rumours were starting to filter through that Italian - Cesare Maestri had drilled his way up the SE Ridge using a compressor and pneumatic drill.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We had no idea what compressor meant. Why would you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In 1968 Brit climber Pete Crew named the col on the SE arête – the 'Col of Patience' – with him were team mates Dougal Haston, Martin Boysen, Mick Burke and Argentinean - Jose Fonrouge. An all star team of the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the 'Col of Patience' we dug the customary snow cave and waited and... waited. When fine weather came we climbed quickly up the ridge for several pitches to where Martin had dropped his bolt kit from their high point in 1968. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were greeted by an old rope hanging downwards encased in ice like a giant gaucho’s boleadora. It dangled malevolently above our heads.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To our right we found the start of what became known as the first bolt ladder. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With clouds swirling around I filmed this via ferrate disappearing upwards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The wall was utterly blank and even with modern climbing techniques I can not imagine this part every being climbed free - but dozens, if not hundreds of bolts were studded across this rising traverse. It was desecration on an industrial scale.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For 30 days the weather kicked in and gave us time to debate our predicament. There was no question that it was ruining our trip. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do we use the bolts or not? At the time we were mindful of Messner’s “Murder of the Impossible” article on the over reliance of bolts and had not come half way around the world to climb an iron ladder in the sky – at least not with this team.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One day we were joined in our base camp in the forest by an Englishman Richard Cernesky – an Argentinean Peter Skvarca (who made the first ascent of Cerro Lautaro) and intriguingly an older man called Cesarino Fava. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At first the penny did not drop until Richard told me that Fava had been with Toni Egger and Maestri on the first ascent of Cerro Torre back in 1959.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fava had his own views on the “Compressor” – he thought it was a waste of time but when I asked him about the original Maestri/Egger route from 1959 he clammed up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Why does everyone want to know about that climb”?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Because - if its true, then it rates as one of, if not - the greatest climb of all time,” I replied more in exasperation than expectation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more conversation followed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maestri led two expeditions and was slow - incredibly slow but meticulously methodical. He helicoptered in a hut that was erected at the bottom of the mountain and air dropped in his supplies and secret weapon. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now the reason for the slow progress was the weight of gear they were winching up the mountain. They were employing a weapon never before used by man against mountain. Up these precipitous heights, they carried 200 litres of petrol, oil, winches, ropes and a motor compressor – to drive a pneumatic drill. Come on guys this isn't climbing - its scaffolding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Historians may remember that great "CONQUISTADORS OF THE USELESSFrench climber Lionel Terray, who back in 1952 was offered the assistance, on the first ascent of Fitzroy, by President of Argentina Juan Peron - of a helicopter to lift him to the summit.(to save him all the bother of actually climbing)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After our expedition Peter Gillman from the Sunday Times, Ken Wilson - Editor of Mountain Magazine and myself representing the BBC went to interview Maestri in Italy. (See Mountain magazine No 23 pages 30-37 Sept 1972 for the complete interview).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Using Alan Heppenstall as interpreter, I asked Maestri about his two climbs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Why the compressor?” I asked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maestri told us, “I took it because I calculated I might have to hammer in 1000 bolts. Of course this would have been an endless process by normal means”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He went on to explain that this decision had not presented him with any philosophical problems:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I have spent most of my life trying to push forward the limits of climbing and climbing techniques in general. I did this with solo climbing – I have soled Grade 6 routes in both ascent and descent. When all the other expeditions started failing* on the South-East Ridge of Cerro Torre, despite the fact that they all compromised of good climbers, it seemed to me that the route must be impossible by normal means, so I decided bolting would be necessary.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* all other expeditions? Only the Brit 68 one that I know of? –it seems to be a case of making the story justifying the facts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back on the SE Ridge our dilemma continued. The weather was not kind that season and with deep misgivings we climbed the long bolt ladder going up into the mists. We eventually reached the headwall and saw the bolts disappearing upwards towards the summit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We had had enough. I returned to the UK and made my film for the BBC titled “CERRO TORRE – THE RAPE OF A MOUNTAIN”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To my complete surprise when we spoke with Maestri, he told us that he had not actually stood on top of the mountain - justifying it by claiming that the top of the headwall was enough and that the summit mushroom would one day blow away as it was not part of the mountain! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After all his efforts – after spending 13 million lire paid for by Atlas Copco makers of his infamous bolt gun – and with expeditions in both summer and winter - he had not actually stood on the summit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In 1973 Eric Jones, Irishman Mick Coffey and myself crossed the Heilo Continental Ice Cap – made the second ascent of Cerro Lautaro and made the first ascent of another volcano that we named Cerro Mimosa after the ship that brought early Welsh settlers to Patagonia in 1865.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Ice Cap Western side of Cerro Torre thrusting out of a sea of foam is surely one of the most beautiful sights on planet earth but after spending 54 days on ice and running out of food we ditched our sledges, missed the Pass of the Winds - the exit to the Pampas and went the longer laborious route all the way down the Viedma Glacier to safety, where an asado, gratefully supplied by a local gaucho and a lorry home were our reward.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In 1974 I organised a third trip, this time to Torre Egger the smaller satellite to Cerro Torre named after Toni Egger. We were not successful and changing direction in the last days of the trip climbed the “Innominata” – (literally mountain with no name). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In memory of an Argentinean who had shared out camps earlier in the trip but had one day failed to return – we renamed it Aiguille Rafael.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Earlier that year of 74 we met another Italian expedition led by Casimiro Ferrari. They were attempting Cerro Torre from the western Ice Cap side.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Casimiro had served his apprenticeship with Carlo Mauri and Walter Bonatti a couple of years earlier and was well prepared for the biting winds blasting the Ice Cap. After six weeks of storms, four of the team - Daniele Chiappa, Mario Conti, Casimiro Ferrari, and Pino Negri, reached the summit and made the First Undisputed Ascent of Cerro Torre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the Trento film festival in 1976 I met Casimiro Ferrari.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He told me that the ice cap was a desperate place and that just as his team was running out of food, he had discovered two sledges which, on close inspection turned out to be British, and had revealed 15 Mars Bars which in turn, kept his team alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rather embarrassingly I explained that the sledges were mine and that as the Mars Bars had been soaked in petrol they had been inedible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After a year on the ice cap the petrol had evaporated and the Italians changed their diet to British cuisine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s a lovely thought that in a small way we had assisted in the first ascent of Cerro Torre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Trento, Casimiro asked me who I thought had made the first ascent of Cerro Torre, I stared at him and said, “I am looking at him”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But what a mess Maestri left.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A highly questionable first ascent in 59 which few now believe stands up to scrutiny since Rolando Garibotti, Ermanno Salvaterra, and Alessandro Beltrami climbed the same route as described by Maestri but found no evidence of earlier passage.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then the ridiculous compressor ‘near miss’ route of 1970 which proved nothing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But perhaps the most saddest piece of Maestri’s legacy is - denying his fellow Italians their rightful place in history.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that this ridiculous via ferrate has been removed, an ascent of Cerro Torre will have meaning once more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It will take its rightful place as one of the world’s most inaccessible summits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please let no one put back the bolts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leo Dickinson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jan 2012&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/1725375/Cerro-Torre-A-Mountain-Consecrated-The-Resurrection-of-th"&gt;Supertopo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-4961635973722861500?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4961635973722861500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2012/01/polemica-retirada-dos-bolts-da-via.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4961635973722861500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4961635973722861500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2012/01/polemica-retirada-dos-bolts-da-via.html' title='A polêmica retirada dos bolts da Via Compressor no Cerro Torre - Patagonia'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipn87tQgTG8/Tx3LMr8CIhI/AAAAAAAAIQc/YbfZYPKraEU/s72-c/ct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>El Chaltén, Santa Cruz Province, Argentina</georss:featurename><georss:point>-49.3231926 -72.890625</georss:point><georss:box>-49.333542099999995 -72.910366 -49.3128431 -72.870884</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-1501407249558710240</id><published>2012-01-11T23:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:39:52.728-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - São Paulo'/><title type='text'>Parque Estadual Vassununga - Santa Rita do Passa Quatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Parque Estadual Vassununga localiza-se no município de Santa Rita do Passa Quatro, no estado de São Paulo, Brasil. Possui uma área total de 2.071 hectares de ecossistemas de Cerrado e Mata Atlântica. O parque é famoso por seus jequitibás-rosa e por abrigar uma das árvores mais velhas do Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 06/01/2012 fizemos um passeio pela região de Santa Rita do Passa Quatro. Visitamos o Parque Vassununga, a cidade de Santa Rita e também algumas cachoeiras que estão por perto. Santa Rita é local de nascimento da minha bisavó e também do famoso compositor Zequinha de Abreu. E por isso tudo, foi uma grande alegria poder visitar este bonito lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKlFX8ZXtwU/TxCC1C-hvtI/AAAAAAAAIPI/GP6NKtnN8Z8/s1600/01DSC_0152_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKlFX8ZXtwU/TxCC1C-hvtI/AAAAAAAAIPI/GP6NKtnN8Z8/s400/01DSC_0152_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ao entrar no Parque Vassununga, primeiramente passamos no Centro de Visitantes, onde há um pequeno museu com informações sobre o parque.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGj7A-kZnJc/TxCC1hhK4yI/AAAAAAAAIPQ/fZf8m4kFm4k/s1600/02DSC_0153_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGj7A-kZnJc/TxCC1hhK4yI/AAAAAAAAIPQ/fZf8m4kFm4k/s400/02DSC_0153_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Centro de Visitantes do Parque Estadual Vassununga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após conhecer o Centro de Visitantes, cruzamos a Rodovia Anhanguera e estacionamos o carro no início da trilha dos jequitibás. Uma caminhada curta, de cerca de 1km, leva até o jequitibá “Patriarca” e, um pouco mais adiante, chega-se numa floresta com vários outros jequitibás enormes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9nF8UQl7Xw/TxCC2OWwR2I/AAAAAAAAIPY/oT5EmnkkPIw/s1600/03DSC_0155_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9nF8UQl7Xw/TxCC2OWwR2I/AAAAAAAAIPY/oT5EmnkkPIw/s400/03DSC_0155_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O enorme Jequitibá-Rosa de Vassununga, apelidado de “Patriarca da Floresta”, cuja idade estimada chega aos 3000 anos. Sua copa tem 49 metros de altura e seu tronco tem uma circunferência de 16 metros. Em tupi, jequitibá significa “gigante da floresta”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TR8HC8ddMc/TxCC2vp1VyI/AAAAAAAAIPg/tBUNwdTe9_4/s1600/04DSC_0159_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TR8HC8ddMc/TxCC2vp1VyI/AAAAAAAAIPg/tBUNwdTe9_4/s400/04DSC_0159_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukLYww4sTgM/TxCC3ascshI/AAAAAAAAIPo/boqeFcAkWNQ/s1600/05DSC_0227_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukLYww4sTgM/TxCC3ascshI/AAAAAAAAIPo/boqeFcAkWNQ/s400/05DSC_0227_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Macaco-prego&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg53RutoPSg/TxCC3vziGNI/AAAAAAAAIPw/GX_gY-EFdr4/s1600/06DSC_0146_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg53RutoPSg/TxCC3vziGNI/AAAAAAAAIPw/GX_gY-EFdr4/s400/06DSC_0146_ALT02.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coruja&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxyLiyq6CSA/TxCC4Mrj3-I/AAAAAAAAIP4/FD4WhxJLrHs/s1600/07DSC_0205_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxyLiyq6CSA/TxCC4Mrj3-I/AAAAAAAAIP4/FD4WhxJLrHs/s400/07DSC_0205_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Igreja Matriz Santa Rita de Cássia, no centro da cidade de Santa Rita do Passa Quatro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_yrosIIrhU/TxCC4m-sF7I/AAAAAAAAIQA/iGIP-FzfzT8/s1600/08DSC_0187_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_yrosIIrhU/TxCC4m-sF7I/AAAAAAAAIQA/iGIP-FzfzT8/s400/08DSC_0187_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cachoeira Três Quedas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ix50HaU659E/TxCC5FekLEI/AAAAAAAAIQI/4sU7pmFwItk/s1600/09DSC_0196_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ix50HaU659E/TxCC5FekLEI/AAAAAAAAIQI/4sU7pmFwItk/s400/09DSC_0196_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cachoeira Três Quedas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HclxMjeGO7k/TxCC5popWuI/AAAAAAAAIQQ/ZrDJMKS6q8I/s1600/10DSC_0177_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HclxMjeGO7k/TxCC5popWuI/AAAAAAAAIQQ/ZrDJMKS6q8I/s400/10DSC_0177_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ruínas de uma casa tomada pelas raízes das árvores, próximo à Cachoeira Três Quedas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-1501407249558710240?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1501407249558710240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2012/01/parque-estadual-vassununga-santa-rita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1501407249558710240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1501407249558710240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2012/01/parque-estadual-vassununga-santa-rita.html' title='Parque Estadual Vassununga - Santa Rita do Passa Quatro'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKlFX8ZXtwU/TxCC1C-hvtI/AAAAAAAAIPI/GP6NKtnN8Z8/s72-c/01DSC_0152_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Santa Rita do Passa Quatro - São Paulo, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-21.7311803 -47.4959303</georss:point><georss:box>-21.9671848 -47.8117873 -21.4951758 -47.1800733</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-6540080327705144731</id><published>2012-01-11T22:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:41:00.666-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - São Paulo'/><title type='text'>Pirassununga e arredores - Passeando pelo interior de SP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nos últimos tempos tive a oportunidade de visitar novamente a cidade de Pirassununga por duas ocasiões. A primeira foi em abril de 2011, assim que chegamos de volta ao Brasil. E a segunda foi agora, em janeiro de 2012, em que viemos do Rio Grande do Sul para passar um tempo em São Paulo. Pirassununga é um lugar especial, que me traz lembranças da infância, quando eu ia muito para lá. E por isso foi muito legal poder voltar e visitar novamente esta bonita região.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--nUGzp8rGIA/TxCAkzA8yJI/AAAAAAAAIOE/5rrb6fUnwas/s1600/01DSC_0360_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--nUGzp8rGIA/TxCAkzA8yJI/AAAAAAAAIOE/5rrb6fUnwas/s400/01DSC_0360_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plantações de cana-de-açúcar e de laranja (foto de abril/2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWNjep5n_Ho/TxCAlDCEdiI/AAAAAAAAIOM/-2D6fklgf4s/s1600/02DSC_0361_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWNjep5n_Ho/TxCAlDCEdiI/AAAAAAAAIOM/-2D6fklgf4s/s400/02DSC_0361_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Árvores floridas (foto de abril/2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9EBlCZTC7k/TxCAmM3kETI/AAAAAAAAIOU/nlPsJrCLywA/s1600/03DSC_0371_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9EBlCZTC7k/TxCAmM3kETI/AAAAAAAAIOU/nlPsJrCLywA/s400/03DSC_0371_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pequena igreja rural (foto de abril/2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOTOS DE JANEIRO DE 2012:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-negKraXGtjQ/TxCAm_xyHsI/AAAAAAAAIOc/V00rxFVPqVM/s1600/04DSC_0118_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-negKraXGtjQ/TxCAm_xyHsI/AAAAAAAAIOc/V00rxFVPqVM/s400/04DSC_0118_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5spN5AeJzS0/TxCAnTN6fsI/AAAAAAAAIOk/eRiWY3rbQa0/s1600/05DSC_0125_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5spN5AeJzS0/TxCAnTN6fsI/AAAAAAAAIOk/eRiWY3rbQa0/s400/05DSC_0125_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgcPXH4aKIs/TxCAoNSiZ1I/AAAAAAAAIOs/cgqE8y83HuA/s1600/06DSC_0127_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgcPXH4aKIs/TxCAoNSiZ1I/AAAAAAAAIOs/cgqE8y83HuA/s400/06DSC_0127_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antiga chaminé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEeT9DI2Msw/TxCAo0aquHI/AAAAAAAAIO0/uUNjjcgCapQ/s1600/07DSC_0222_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEeT9DI2Msw/TxCAo0aquHI/AAAAAAAAIO0/uUNjjcgCapQ/s400/07DSC_0222_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Açude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukLYww4sTgM/TxCC3ascshI/AAAAAAAAIPo/boqeFcAkWNQ/s1600/05DSC_0227_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukLYww4sTgM/TxCC3ascshI/AAAAAAAAIPo/boqeFcAkWNQ/s400/05DSC_0227_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Macaco-prego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg53RutoPSg/TxCC3vziGNI/AAAAAAAAIPw/GX_gY-EFdr4/s1600/06DSC_0146_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg53RutoPSg/TxCC3vziGNI/AAAAAAAAIPw/GX_gY-EFdr4/s400/06DSC_0146_ALT02.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coruja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 06/01/2012 aproveitamos para fazer um passeio pela região de Santa Rita do Passa Quatro, onde visitamos o Parque Estadual Vassununga (&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2012/01/parque-estadual-vassununga-santa-rita.html"&gt;clique aqui para ver&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E no dia 09/01 fomos até Porto Ferreira, onde passeamos um pouco e almoçamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2R-wpyX8Ps/TxCApQ5NoqI/AAAAAAAAIO8/VS4lmkPcRIY/s1600/08DSC_0228_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2R-wpyX8Ps/TxCApQ5NoqI/AAAAAAAAIO8/VS4lmkPcRIY/s400/08DSC_0228_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Igreja Matriz de Porto Ferreira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ficamos do dia 3 ao 11/01 em Pirassununga e então voltamos para São Paulo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-6540080327705144731?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6540080327705144731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2012/01/pirassununga-e-arredores-passeando-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6540080327705144731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6540080327705144731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2012/01/pirassununga-e-arredores-passeando-pelo.html' title='Pirassununga e arredores - Passeando pelo interior de SP'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--nUGzp8rGIA/TxCAkzA8yJI/AAAAAAAAIOE/5rrb6fUnwas/s72-c/01DSC_0360_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pirassununga - São Paulo, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-21.9962785 -47.4263977</georss:point><georss:box>-22.231845 -47.742254700000004 -21.760711999999998 -47.1105407</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-158558947901380976</id><published>2011-11-18T23:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:56:23.947-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - América do Sul'/><title type='text'>Potrerillos (Argentina) - Viagem de carro pela Argentina e Uruguai (Parte 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 05/01/2008 deixamos Mendoza e fomos para Potrerillos, onde ficamos na casa de campo da mãe da Alicia. Potrerillos é um povoado, que está próximo de Mendoza, aos pés do &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2009/08/cordon-del-plata-cerro-plata-vallecitos.html"&gt;Cordón del Plata&lt;/a&gt;, na Cordilheira dos Andes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De tarde fomos passear de carro. Subimos até Vallecitos, onde há uma estação esqui. Estacionamos o carro lá e então caminhamos até La Vega, o primeiro local de acampamento da caminhada de acesso ao Cordón del Plata. O tempo estava nublado e, por isso, não pudemos ver as montanhas. Mas valeu pela caminhada. Descemos de volta até o carro e retornamos para Potrerillos, tomando mate e comendo ‘tortitas’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhZZOMwEGw8/TsuUF4ldmgI/AAAAAAAAIM0/N9ZrY3fcZ6I/s1600/01DSC01848_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhZZOMwEGw8/TsuUF4ldmgI/AAAAAAAAIM0/N9ZrY3fcZ6I/s400/01DSC01848_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deise e Alicia, na trilha, subindo de Vallecitos até La Vega.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L8DikqcTr4k/TsuUGenhZmI/AAAAAAAAIM8/zAXpWi29CD0/s1600/02DSC01849_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L8DikqcTr4k/TsuUGenhZmI/AAAAAAAAIM8/zAXpWi29CD0/s400/02DSC01849_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Vega, à 3250m de altitude, é o primeiro local de acampamento da caminhada de acesso ao Cordón del Plata, pouco acima de Vallecitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (06/01) acordamos cedo e saímos para um dia de caminhada pelo vale acima de Potrerillos. O dia estava bonito. Saímos da casa da mãe da Alicia, que está à uns 2000m de altitude, passamos pela entrada do parque e seguimos por uma trilha. Foram cerca de 3 horas de caminhada, subindo até chegar em El Salto, uma bonita cachoeira que despenca de um paredão de rocha, à cerca de 3000m de altitude. Paramos para comer um lanche e curtir o visual. Depois continuamos a caminhada, subindo uma encosta e contornando à direita do Salto, e então descemos por um outro vale. Vimos vários guanacos no caminho. Descemos até reencontrar a trilha principal, por onde retornamos até Potrerillos. De volta à casa, descansamos e cochilamos um pouco no jardim. Mais tarde tomamos um mate e ficamos conversando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DH3v1CQ1xLA/TsuUHMrFIeI/AAAAAAAAINE/alhRoCyVdPs/s1600/03DSC01853_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DH3v1CQ1xLA/TsuUHMrFIeI/AAAAAAAAINE/alhRoCyVdPs/s400/03DSC01853_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El Salto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CErsBz7lAr0/TsuUHsfxOmI/AAAAAAAAINM/o-nbuvHqPo8/s1600/04DSC01863_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CErsBz7lAr0/TsuUHsfxOmI/AAAAAAAAINM/o-nbuvHqPo8/s400/04DSC01863_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um bando de Guanacos, durante a caminhada do Salto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hExIf8aXABI/TsuUIo3MfRI/AAAAAAAAINU/pLxp4CwQlOo/s1600/05DSC01867_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hExIf8aXABI/TsuUIo3MfRI/AAAAAAAAINU/pLxp4CwQlOo/s400/05DSC01867_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flor de cactus (na caminhada do Salto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnB1bcc-IMQ/TsuUJBLcngI/AAAAAAAAINc/HIy5PubtmGo/s1600/06DSC01868_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnB1bcc-IMQ/TsuUJBLcngI/AAAAAAAAINc/HIy5PubtmGo/s400/06DSC01868_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flor (na caminhada do Salto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEgAlyUR0rg/TsuUJhrQC8I/AAAAAAAAINk/rUKdpivrKEI/s1600/07DSC01869_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEgAlyUR0rg/TsuUJhrQC8I/AAAAAAAAINk/rUKdpivrKEI/s400/07DSC01869_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parada para repassar o filtro solar (na caminhada do Salto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No outro dia (07/01) arrumamos nossas coisas, nos despedimos da Alicia e sua mãe, agradecemos sua enorme hospitalidade e deixamos Potrerillos às 10:00, seguindo viagem rumo à Los Arenales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cywjf-dLbtc/TsuUKYMx__I/AAAAAAAAINs/7pSCDBdJ4WI/s1600/08DSC01879_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cywjf-dLbtc/TsuUKYMx__I/AAAAAAAAINs/7pSCDBdJ4WI/s400/08DSC01879_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2009/08/cordon-del-plata-cerro-plata-vallecitos.html"&gt;Cordón del Plata&lt;/a&gt;, visto depois que deixamos Potrerillos e seguimos viagem no rumo sul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGiNN18plCA/TsuULVQmG0I/AAAAAAAAIN0/yWY2epsvwGA/s1600/09DSC01880_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGiNN18plCA/TsuULVQmG0I/AAAAAAAAIN0/yWY2epsvwGA/s400/09DSC01880_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2009/08/cordon-del-plata-cerro-plata-vallecitos.html"&gt;Cordón del Plata&lt;/a&gt;, com os Cerros Plata (5950m), Lomas Amarillas (5125m), Vallecitos (5450m) e Rincón (5325m), da esquerda para a direita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C5W0jQrrpcc/TsuUMMQjiJI/AAAAAAAAIN8/5rpw467Ibso/s1600/10DSC01881_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C5W0jQrrpcc/TsuUMMQjiJI/AAAAAAAAIN8/5rpw467Ibso/s400/10DSC01881_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seguindo viagem um pouco mais ao sul, pudemos ver o Volcán Tupungato (6565m), à direita, e o Cerro Negro (6072m), à esquerda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-158558947901380976?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/158558947901380976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/potrerillos-argentina-viagem-de-carro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/158558947901380976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/158558947901380976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/potrerillos-argentina-viagem-de-carro.html' title='Potrerillos (Argentina) - Viagem de carro pela Argentina e Uruguai (Parte 5)'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhZZOMwEGw8/TsuUF4ldmgI/AAAAAAAAIM0/N9ZrY3fcZ6I/s72-c/01DSC01848_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Potrerillos, Mendoza Province, Argentina</georss:featurename><georss:point>-32.9507408 -69.2056274</georss:point><georss:box>-32.9640653 -69.2253684 -32.937416299999995 -69.1858864</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-3717026144150307012</id><published>2011-11-16T23:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:43:11.838-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Mendoza (Argentina) - Viagem de carro pela Argentina e Uruguai (Parte 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acordamos tarde no dia 03/01/2008: às 10:30. Arrumamos nossas coisas e deixamos San Agustin, onde havíamos passado a noite. Seguimos viagem até Mendoza, onde chegamos de tarde. Passamos na rodoviária, onde há uma agência de informações turísticas, e perguntamos pelas opções de hospedagens na cidade. Mas no fim acabamos indo para a mesma hospedagem em que eu já tinha ficado antes, nas outras ocasiões que estive em Mendoza. Deixamos nossas coisas na hospedagem e saímos para passear um pouco pela cidade. Caminhamos pelo centro e jantamos em um dos vários restaurantes  que estão no calçadão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USJMV7E-srQ/TsuRpQrQnxI/AAAAAAAAIMM/rNd-V9q90MA/s1600/01DSC01817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USJMV7E-srQ/TsuRpQrQnxI/AAAAAAAAIMM/rNd-V9q90MA/s400/01DSC01817.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No calçadão de Mendoza, com música ao vivo. Tomamos uma cerveja e jantamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (04/01) de manhã a Alicia foi nos encontrar. Deixamos então a hospedagem e saímos de carro com ela para passear. Ela é mendocina e assim pôde nos “guiar” um pouco pela cidade. Fomos no Paque San Martin, no Cerro Gloria, no Club de Regatas e depois almoçamos em um restaurante vegetariano chamado Govinda. De tarde fomos visitar uma bodega de vinho e depois fomos para a casa da mãe da Alicia. No final da tarde fomos até um rio, um pouco abaixo da grande represa, onde tomamos mate e comemos ‘tortitas’. Voltamos então para a casa da mãe da Alicia, onde jantamos e dormimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTcx7qZ8RWg/TsuRqNz_qpI/AAAAAAAAIMU/gM7Z1EiJ43o/s1600/02DSC01819_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTcx7qZ8RWg/TsuRqNz_qpI/AAAAAAAAIMU/gM7Z1EiJ43o/s400/02DSC01819_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monumento ao San Martin, no Cerro Gloria, em Mendoza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BvrWXjQPSvo/TsuRrEOTmfI/AAAAAAAAIMc/slJfjXxsD20/s1600/03DSC01826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BvrWXjQPSvo/TsuRrEOTmfI/AAAAAAAAIMc/slJfjXxsD20/s400/03DSC01826.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Club de Regatas, Mendoza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZxtiyNRzMs/TsuRruf9t-I/AAAAAAAAIMk/8BkFlqdpKB4/s1600/04DSC01823_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZxtiyNRzMs/TsuRruf9t-I/AAAAAAAAIMk/8BkFlqdpKB4/s400/04DSC01823_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WROI1WJGCE0/TsuRsHjmy2I/AAAAAAAAIMs/b4-74eoJN_I/s1600/05DSC01829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WROI1WJGCE0/TsuRsHjmy2I/AAAAAAAAIMs/b4-74eoJN_I/s400/05DSC01829.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bodega de vinho em Mendoza. Na região há uma grande produção de vinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No outro dia (05/01) deixamos Mendoza e fomos para Potrerillos com a Alicia e sua mãe, onde elas tem uma casa de campo, nas montanhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-3717026144150307012?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3717026144150307012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/mendoza-argentina-viagem-de-carro-pela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/3717026144150307012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/3717026144150307012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/mendoza-argentina-viagem-de-carro-pela.html' title='Mendoza (Argentina) - Viagem de carro pela Argentina e Uruguai (Parte 4)'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USJMV7E-srQ/TsuRpQrQnxI/AAAAAAAAIMM/rNd-V9q90MA/s72-c/01DSC01817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mendoza, Mendoza Province, Argentina</georss:featurename><georss:point>-32.890183 -68.8440498</georss:point><georss:box>-32.9035165 -68.86379079999999 -32.8768495 -68.8243088</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-1215425263656977613</id><published>2011-11-07T23:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:28:11.425-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Talampaya e Ischigualasto (Argentina) - Viagem de carro pela Argentina e Uruguai (Parte 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia 01/01/2008 deixamos Los Gigantes e seguimos viagem no sentido noroeste, por um trecho longo de estrada de terra. Depois de cerca de 2 horas de viagem, alcançamos finalmente uma estrada de asfalto. Seguimos em frente, pois ainda tínhamos um longo dia de viagem. À princípio, nossa idéia era chegar em dois dias na região do Vale da Lua. No entanto, não encontramos boas opções de hospedagem ao longo do caminho e resolvemos então ir direto. A paisagem era bastante árida e fazia muito calor. Chegamos na entrada do Parque Nacional Talampaya às 20:00. Era final de tarde e o parque já estava fechado. Optamos por não acampar no parque e seguir uns 30km mais adiante, até o vilarejo de Pagancillo. Já estava escurecendo quando chegamos no povoado. Encontramos uma hospedagem para ficar e saímos para comprar pão e queijo para o “jantar”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (02/01) tomamos o café-da-manhã na hospedagem e arrumamos nossas coisas para seguir viagem. Passamos no posto de gasolina para abastecer mas eles não aceitavam dólar. Nós não estávamos com muito dinheiro em ‘pesos’ e gastamos o pouco que tínhamos para colocar um pouquinho de gasolina no carro. Estar com o tanque vazio nesta região é um sério problema, pois as distâncias são longas e quase não há postos de combustível. E o nosso tanque estava baixo! Talvez não tivéssemos gasolina suficiente para chegar no próximo povoado, mas teríamos que arriscar e tentar economizar ao máximo o combustível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim, fomos até o Parque Nacional Talampaya, onde felizmente eles aceitavam dólar para pagar a entrada. A visitação no parque é feita através de uma excurção, com veículo do parque. O passeio começou às 10:00. Entramos no Canyon Talampaya, onde pudemos ver paredes e formações rochosas espetaculares (tais como a “Catedral”, o “Monje”, a “Torre” e outras), além de inscrições rupestres e a fauna e flora típica da região. As paisagens são incríveis! Foi uma bela excursão, onde ficamos nos sentindo um pouco como “senhores gringos” (passeio de carro, no conforto, tudo organizado, com guia turístico, etc.). Mas valeu a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imWH4r77Uf4/TrqylTyRESI/AAAAAAAAIIE/Y6ABaK81qcM/s1600/01DSC01684_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imWH4r77Uf4/TrqylTyRESI/AAAAAAAAIIE/Y6ABaK81qcM/s400/01DSC01684_ALT02.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um ‘zorro’ (raposa), na entrada do Parque Nacional Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hb_aiFJkJl4/TrqymMHCdZI/AAAAAAAAIIM/aRNRparfVoo/s1600/02DSC01701_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hb_aiFJkJl4/TrqymMHCdZI/AAAAAAAAIIM/aRNRparfVoo/s400/02DSC01701_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Árvore na entrada do cânion de Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snOwexRRqfQ/Trqym-GmkeI/AAAAAAAAIIU/3s-Xa1vKGrI/s1600/03DSC01708_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snOwexRRqfQ/Trqym-GmkeI/AAAAAAAAIIU/3s-Xa1vKGrI/s400/03DSC01708_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os paredões de arenito do cânion Talampaya. No fundo do cânion, onde há mais sombra e umidade, existe uma mata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KFWMeCxAFeA/TrqynmUUE7I/AAAAAAAAIIc/MOUW0ld9rvA/s1600/04DSC01705_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KFWMeCxAFeA/TrqynmUUE7I/AAAAAAAAIIc/MOUW0ld9rvA/s400/04DSC01705_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olhando para cima, dentro de uma das canaletas dos paredões de arenito do cânion Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNRhIISaJdE/TrqyoCg-CII/AAAAAAAAIIk/ooTVb3vsFbc/s1600/05DSC01689_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNRhIISaJdE/TrqyoCg-CII/AAAAAAAAIIk/ooTVb3vsFbc/s400/05DSC01689_ALT02.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inscrições rupestres no Parque Nacional Talampaya: Eram os deuses astronautas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YnRiPoi69lw/Trqyo-cnZuI/AAAAAAAAIIs/d_xaO9qBe2Y/s1600/06DSC01714_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YnRiPoi69lw/Trqyo-cnZuI/AAAAAAAAIIs/d_xaO9qBe2Y/s400/06DSC01714_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar das condições desérticas da região, dentro do cânion, devido a existência de sombra, as plantas conseguem reter mais água, podendo assim se desenvolver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYdzqlD_mvg/TrqyprtPETI/AAAAAAAAII0/lYzfPdWJ15o/s1600/07DSC01718_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYdzqlD_mvg/TrqyprtPETI/AAAAAAAAII0/lYzfPdWJ15o/s400/07DSC01718_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Árvores dentro do cânion Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kKNGTtzftfE/TrqyqejGuBI/AAAAAAAAII8/sl2b7WihZEI/s1600/08DSC01720_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kKNGTtzftfE/TrqyqejGuBI/AAAAAAAAII8/sl2b7WihZEI/s400/08DSC01720_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tronco de árvore: casca grossa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYoZ43g1ehk/TrqyrYiua7I/AAAAAAAAIJE/vA7sAVbFvU4/s1600/09DSC01716_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYoZ43g1ehk/TrqyrYiua7I/AAAAAAAAIJE/vA7sAVbFvU4/s400/09DSC01716_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cactus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FxxWR1TDxs/TrqysIF9jvI/AAAAAAAAIJM/k_XX3tAkyUI/s1600/10DSC01715_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FxxWR1TDxs/TrqysIF9jvI/AAAAAAAAIJM/k_XX3tAkyUI/s400/10DSC01715_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vegetação dentro do cânion Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqlEmknHplM/TrqysgWbzFI/AAAAAAAAIJU/Hnc8hAQmPGQ/s1600/11DSC01722_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqlEmknHplM/TrqysgWbzFI/AAAAAAAAIJU/Hnc8hAQmPGQ/s400/11DSC01722_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os paredões de arenito do Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05IcUmye3H0/TrqytW3qF9I/AAAAAAAAIJc/TXagC9riwpI/s1600/12DSC01726_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05IcUmye3H0/TrqytW3qF9I/AAAAAAAAIJc/TXagC9riwpI/s400/12DSC01726_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parque Nacional Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-nnbn7gt1g/TrqytytWJVI/AAAAAAAAIJk/2aksbGOIteE/s1600/13DSC01725_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-nnbn7gt1g/TrqytytWJVI/AAAAAAAAIJk/2aksbGOIteE/s400/13DSC01725_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Formações curiosas de arenito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMDi3jQxl-s/TrqyuqRVwZI/AAAAAAAAIJs/EPB1OeBjKsU/s1600/14DSC01729_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMDi3jQxl-s/TrqyuqRVwZI/AAAAAAAAIJs/EPB1OeBjKsU/s400/14DSC01729_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vegetação e rocha, no Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8npi2-kWFU/TrqyvUh-VqI/AAAAAAAAIJ0/aRn498i11cc/s1600/15DSC01728_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8npi2-kWFU/TrqyvUh-VqI/AAAAAAAAIJ0/aRn498i11cc/s400/15DSC01728_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mzYBTL9Hmn8/TrqywICASZI/AAAAAAAAIJ8/y5vV2W6fVNA/s1600/16DSC01733_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mzYBTL9Hmn8/TrqywICASZI/AAAAAAAAIJ8/y5vV2W6fVNA/s400/16DSC01733_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paredões de arenito, no Parque Nacional Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNVvfdeqH2s/Trqy5KDsZQI/AAAAAAAAIKI/_Z6DJJWWDhY/s1600/17DSC01734_recortado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNVvfdeqH2s/Trqy5KDsZQI/AAAAAAAAIKI/_Z6DJJWWDhY/s400/17DSC01734_recortado.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mara, um animal nativo da região&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRNhdL6GM-8/Trqy5sgkqlI/AAAAAAAAIKQ/xD7YhdLzezo/s1600/18DSC01736_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRNhdL6GM-8/Trqy5sgkqlI/AAAAAAAAIKQ/xD7YhdLzezo/s400/18DSC01736_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parque Nacional Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zsGUW6TjdY/Trqy6fWAppI/AAAAAAAAIKY/h7x5IxhpBtI/s1600/19DSC01738_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zsGUW6TjdY/Trqy6fWAppI/AAAAAAAAIKY/h7x5IxhpBtI/s400/19DSC01738_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"El Totem" e "La Torre", no Parque Nacional Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcpYPICUct4/Trqy6xwFXPI/AAAAAAAAIKg/WCEmnDo5iZw/s1600/20DSC01737_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcpYPICUct4/Trqy6xwFXPI/AAAAAAAAIKg/WCEmnDo5iZw/s400/20DSC01737_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"La Torre", no Parque Nacional Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M8cYJYbN224/Trqy7lRIg9I/AAAAAAAAIKo/xiCpHEmSIOU/s1600/21DSC01742_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M8cYJYbN224/Trqy7lRIg9I/AAAAAAAAIKo/xiCpHEmSIOU/s400/21DSC01742_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"El Monje", no Parque Nacional Talampaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixamos então o parque Talampaya e seguimos de carro até o Parque Provincial Ischigualasto, também conhecido por Valle de La Luna. Estávamos preocupados com nossa pouca gasolina e também com o fato de que não tínhamos mais pesos – somente dólares. O próximo posto de gasolina estava a cerca de 200km de distância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos no parque Ischigualasto, que está perto do Talampaya, e, por nossa sorte eles também aceitaram que pagássemos o valor da entrada com dólares. A visitação neste parque é feita através de uma excursão guiada onde os turistas fazem um trajeto determinado, com seu próprio carro, porém seguindo o carro do parque. Preocupados com a gasolina, fizemos as contas de quantos litros gastaríamos para fazer este passeio dentro do parque e também quanto ainda precisávamos para chegar na próxima cidade. E vimos que talvez não daria. Então resolvemos pedir carona para fazer o passeio junto com alguém que estivesse com o carro vazio. Pedimos para um casal de argentinos, que topou, na boa. E assim, deixamos nosso carro na entrada do parque e fizemos o circuito de visitação de carona no carro deste casal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O parque é muito bonito. No passeio vimos várias formações rochosas curiosas (tais como a “Gata”, o “Campo de Bocha”, o “Submarino”, o “Cogumelo”, entre outras), além de fósseis. Cruzamos também com um bando de guanacos na beira da estradinha de terra. No final do passeio visitamos o museu arqueológico do parque, onde estão alguns fósseis de dinossauros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycDcMF-y8cE/Trqy8QPimPI/AAAAAAAAIKw/r4aj0Kkm8QM/s1600/22DSC01753_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycDcMF-y8cE/Trqy8QPimPI/AAAAAAAAIKw/r4aj0Kkm8QM/s400/22DSC01753_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Folha fossilizada, no Parque Ischigualasto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bORUd0kAhRM/Trqy828FlSI/AAAAAAAAIK4/L_eZ23Mkd8I/s1600/23DSC01761_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bORUd0kAhRM/Trqy828FlSI/AAAAAAAAIK4/L_eZ23Mkd8I/s400/23DSC01761_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valle de La Luna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uqBP4OUuEE/Trqy9hPHvfI/AAAAAAAAILA/TFJIFi22k2k/s1600/24DSC01768_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uqBP4OUuEE/Trqy9hPHvfI/AAAAAAAAILA/TFJIFi22k2k/s400/24DSC01768_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parque Provincial Ischigualasto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tp4VlyqT_B0/Trqy-SWjGnI/AAAAAAAAILI/Az_S6lsP9uk/s1600/25DSC01770_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tp4VlyqT_B0/Trqy-SWjGnI/AAAAAAAAILI/Az_S6lsP9uk/s400/25DSC01770_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vegetação no Parque Ischigualasto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGhWMa4xAXY/Trqy_BfAqwI/AAAAAAAAILQ/5kgUAbiH_kQ/s1600/26DSC01779_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGhWMa4xAXY/Trqy_BfAqwI/AAAAAAAAILQ/5kgUAbiH_kQ/s400/26DSC01779_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Campo de Bocha", no Parque Provincial Ischigualasto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eATO6QWkzTo/Trqy_y3KVOI/AAAAAAAAILU/8BN0E2BMWxU/s1600/27DSC01781_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eATO6QWkzTo/Trqy_y3KVOI/AAAAAAAAILU/8BN0E2BMWxU/s400/27DSC01781_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ischigualasto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBKJrVntmh8/TrqzAmwNGEI/AAAAAAAAILg/NmnaqaOb_Zs/s1600/28DSC01789_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBKJrVntmh8/TrqzAmwNGEI/AAAAAAAAILg/NmnaqaOb_Zs/s400/28DSC01789_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"El Submarino"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXz2wiP6y20/TrqzBJd2qKI/AAAAAAAAILo/TFHCLayfdaw/s1600/29DSC01791_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXz2wiP6y20/TrqzBJd2qKI/AAAAAAAAILo/TFHCLayfdaw/s400/29DSC01791_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"El Submarino", no Parque Provincial Ischigualasto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcuqGhCD-Ko/TrqzBwS2VzI/AAAAAAAAILw/xt6NE5aW-Ls/s1600/30DSC01801_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcuqGhCD-Ko/TrqzBwS2VzI/AAAAAAAAILw/xt6NE5aW-Ls/s400/30DSC01801_com+corre%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"El Hongo", no Parque Ischigualasto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eeOB4PCnZHs/TrqzCYBLOLI/AAAAAAAAIL4/j-pVSojczI4/s1600/31DSC01804_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eeOB4PCnZHs/TrqzCYBLOLI/AAAAAAAAIL4/j-pVSojczI4/s400/31DSC01804_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O museu do Parque Ishigualasto. Na região foram descobertos vários fósseis de dinossauros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após visitar o parque Ischigualasto, pegamos novamente nosso carro e continuamos a viagem. Felizmente a gasolina foi suficiente e chegamos “sãos e salvos” no povoado de San Agustin, onde trocamos dólares (conseguimos cambiar com o dono do mercado), abastecemos o carro e ficamos em uma ‘hospedaje’. De noite comemos pizza e tomamos cerveja em um restaurante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-1215425263656977613?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1215425263656977613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/talampaya-e-ischigualasto-argentina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1215425263656977613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1215425263656977613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/talampaya-e-ischigualasto-argentina.html' title='Talampaya e Ischigualasto (Argentina) - Viagem de carro pela Argentina e Uruguai (Parte 3)'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imWH4r77Uf4/TrqylTyRESI/AAAAAAAAIIE/Y6ABaK81qcM/s72-c/01DSC01684_ALT02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-4025757511676311999</id><published>2011-11-06T23:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:03:55.186-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - América do Sul'/><title type='text'>Los Gigantes (Argentina) - Viagem de carro pela Argentina e Uruguai (Parte 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de dois dias de viagem desde Porto Alegre, chegamos na tarde de 30/12/2007 em Los Gigantes, no Refúgio La Rotonda. Estacionamos o carro ao lado do refúgio e montamos nossa barraca um pouco mais abaixo, ao lado do rio. Cozinhamos um macarrão dentro do refúgio e, no final da tarde, caminhamos um pouco pelos arredores, para tirar algumas fotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-he8AkSULiJ0/TrhBwQoXNAI/AAAAAAAAIBA/4IP6ZmZrXRI/s1600/01DSC01625_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-he8AkSULiJ0/TrhBwQoXNAI/AAAAAAAAIBA/4IP6ZmZrXRI/s400/01DSC01625_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paisagem ao redor do Refúgio La Rotonda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XC2h_MAxbfo/TrhBw2cXcLI/AAAAAAAAIBI/uliouFJqH0Q/s1600/02DSC01627_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XC2h_MAxbfo/TrhBw2cXcLI/AAAAAAAAIBI/uliouFJqH0Q/s400/02DSC01627_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Los Gigantes é um maciço montanhoso e rochoso, cenário de diversas escaladas e caminhadas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Choveu bastante durante a noite. Mas felizmente o dia amanheceu incrivelmente bonito. Era 31/12, último dia do ano. Desmontamos a barraca, arrumamos as mochilas e iniciamos a caminhada até a parte alta de Los Gigantes. Foram 2 horas de caminhada até o Refúgio CAC. Montamos nosso acampamento ao lado de um riacho, próximo ao refúgio. E ao lado do acampamento descobrimos um pedra com uma via bem fácil, ideal para a primeira “aula” de escalada da Deise. Depois de escalarmos um pouco, decidimos ir ao Mogote Grande, a montanha mais alta de Los Gigantes. Subimos primeiramente em um cume secundário, que está mais atrás, e depois subimos o cume principal. Um trecho curto de escalada fácil nos levou até o ponto mais alto. Curtimos o visual e depois descemos até a parte de baixo da pedra, na base da parede, onde há um campo-escola com várias vias tranquilas. Então, escalamos mais pouco para a Deise praticar. O sol estava muito forte. No final da tarde descemos de volta para o acampamento. Comemos nosso “jantar de ano-novo” – bolachas e salgadinhos (pois estávamos sem combustível para o fogareiro) – e dormimos cedo, vencidos pelo cansaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Fys-BBNoJQ/TrhBxjTErII/AAAAAAAAIBQ/dDrZ4FRUWYE/s1600/03DSC01629_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Fys-BBNoJQ/TrhBxjTErII/AAAAAAAAIBQ/dDrZ4FRUWYE/s400/03DSC01629_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Subindo de La Rotonda até o Refúgio CAC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IG1AbgUchEk/TrhByNU4HoI/AAAAAAAAIBY/y9Cb-cI3lhA/s1600/04DSC01631_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IG1AbgUchEk/TrhByNU4HoI/AAAAAAAAIBY/y9Cb-cI3lhA/s400/04DSC01631_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Refúgio CAC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9mdvBJ4OO8/TrhBzGQD4II/AAAAAAAAIBg/gNMRWqhLhnY/s1600/05DSC01630_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9mdvBJ4OO8/TrhBzGQD4II/AAAAAAAAIBg/gNMRWqhLhnY/s400/05DSC01630_ALT02.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Montamos nossa barraca ao lado de um riacho, próximo ao Refúgio CAC.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vj0s8HTufs/TrhBz4SWLMI/AAAAAAAAIBo/Bb0HCqaBh98/s1600/06DSC01633_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vj0s8HTufs/TrhBz4SWLMI/AAAAAAAAIBo/Bb0HCqaBh98/s400/06DSC01633_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acima do Refúgio CAC, subindo em direção ao Mogote Grande.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbzrOMWkNwk/TrhB0X49IMI/AAAAAAAAIBw/QmSYiirIzFI/s1600/07DSC01637_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbzrOMWkNwk/TrhB0X49IMI/AAAAAAAAIBw/QmSYiirIzFI/s400/07DSC01637_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No cume do Mogote Grande (2340m), ponto culminante de Los Gigantes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QY_93tK9KbU/TrhB1DEQm5I/AAAAAAAAIB4/kP6zMWQTkn8/s1600/08DSC01645_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QY_93tK9KbU/TrhB1DEQm5I/AAAAAAAAIB4/kP6zMWQTkn8/s400/08DSC01645_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Mogote Grande (2340m) e a via que escalamos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ty-V0e2lff8/TrhB1qAJ5hI/AAAAAAAAICA/8uT1LDCHVXs/s1600/09DSC01651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ty-V0e2lff8/TrhB1qAJ5hI/AAAAAAAAICA/8uT1LDCHVXs/s400/09DSC01651.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Final de tarde visto do nosso acampamento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Alpyj17Vn-k/TrhB2Asl-vI/AAAAAAAAICI/at0WsTnQj1o/s1600/10DSC01652_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Alpyj17Vn-k/TrhB2Asl-vI/AAAAAAAAICI/at0WsTnQj1o/s400/10DSC01652_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Descansando os pés na porta da barraca, após um dia puxado, e curtindo o último entardecer de 2007. Fomos dormir cedo na noite de Ano Novo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (01/01/2008) de manhã cedo desmontamos acampamento, arrumamos as mochilas e iniciamos a caminhada de volta. Descemos por uma outra trilha, diferente da que tínhamos subido. Este caminho era mais íngreme e direto. No entanto era menos marcado. Nos desviamos da trilha correta umas três vezes, tendo que retornar um pouco até reencontrar o caminho. Mas deu tudo certo. Chegamos no Refúgio La Rotonda, tomamos um banho, organizamos as coisas no carro e partimos. Seguimos viagem no sentido noroeste, por um trecho longo de estrada de terra, rodeados por uma paisagem bastante rochosa e bonita. Depois de cerca de 2 horas de viagem, alcançamos finalmente em uma estrada de asfalto e daí seguimos rumo ao nosso próximo destino: a região do Talampaya e Valle de La Luna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-4025757511676311999?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4025757511676311999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/los-gigantes-viagem-de-carro-pela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4025757511676311999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4025757511676311999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/los-gigantes-viagem-de-carro-pela.html' title='Los Gigantes (Argentina) - Viagem de carro pela Argentina e Uruguai (Parte 2)'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-he8AkSULiJ0/TrhBwQoXNAI/AAAAAAAAIBA/4IP6ZmZrXRI/s72-c/01DSC01625_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-5725491595598874628</id><published>2011-11-05T23:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:49:16.723-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Partindo - Viagem de carro pela Argentina e Uruguai (Parte 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acordamos cedo no sábado, dia 29/12/2007, e partimos de Porto Alegre às 7:15 rumo à Argentina, onde eu e a Deise passaríamos nossas férias em uma grande viagem de carro. Passamos o dia viajando: Atravessamos o estado do Rio Grande do Sul, cruzamos a fronteira com a Argentina e seguimos mais adiante até o final da tarde, onde paramos numa cidade chamada Federal. Começamos a procurar algum hotel nesta pequena cidade e descobrimos que havia um camping municipal gratuito dentro de um parque. Perfeito! Montamos nossa barraca, tomamos um banho, jantamos “pan con queso” e fomos dormir cedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-joPco33yCOM/Trg--9jm0KI/AAAAAAAAIAs/wO5Vxb5yY-w/s1600/01DSC01615_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-joPco33yCOM/Trg--9jm0KI/AAAAAAAAIAs/wO5Vxb5yY-w/s400/01DSC01615_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No camping municipal gratuito em Federal, na Argentina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte (30/12) acordamos cedo, desmontamos o acampamento, arrumamos nossas coisas e partimos às 8:30 rumo à Córdoba. Tínhamos um longo dia de viagem pela frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Om0rxZmtPmI/Trg-_LGQaUI/AAAAAAAAIA4/Jfj5ldVmYy4/s1600/02DSC01620_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Om0rxZmtPmI/Trg-_LGQaUI/AAAAAAAAIA4/Jfj5ldVmYy4/s400/02DSC01620_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Passamos por várias plantações de girassol na beira da estrada, no caminho rumo à Córdoba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Córdoba continuamos até Carlos Paz e então seguimos por estrada de terra, subindo uma serra, até Los Gigantes, onde chegamos no meio da tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-5725491595598874628?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5725491595598874628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/partindo-viagem-de-carro-pela-argentina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5725491595598874628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5725491595598874628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/partindo-viagem-de-carro-pela-argentina.html' title='Partindo - Viagem de carro pela Argentina e Uruguai (Parte 1)'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-joPco33yCOM/Trg--9jm0KI/AAAAAAAAIAs/wO5Vxb5yY-w/s72-c/01DSC01615_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-48971143473652218</id><published>2011-08-25T09:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:41:56.373-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Filmes e Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Imagens de Itatiaia - AnimaFoto: Agulhas Negras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animafoto.com/"&gt;AnimaFoto&lt;/a&gt; é um projeto de animações realizadas a partir de sequências de fotos. Para essa animação, o designer e fotógrafo Nelson Porto visitou as &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-montanhas-de-itatiaia-parque.html"&gt;montanhas de Itatiaia&lt;/a&gt; por duas vezes, e produziu mais de 50 cenas de time-lapse editadas em um curta metragem. No total, mais de 6.000 fotos para realizar esse vídeo, ao longo de 7 dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fotografia / Photography: Nelson Porto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trilha sonora / Soundtrack: Bobby McFerrin ("Circlesong 6") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15650682?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="510"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-48971143473652218?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/48971143473652218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/08/imagens-de-itatiaia-animafoto-agulhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/48971143473652218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/48971143473652218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/08/imagens-de-itatiaia-animafoto-agulhas.html' title='Imagens de Itatiaia - AnimaFoto: Agulhas Negras'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Itatiaia National Park, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.3333333 -44.5833333</georss:point><georss:box>-22.4508343 -44.7412618 -22.2158323 -44.4254048</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-2292273655676210622</id><published>2011-08-22T18:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:41:03.551-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - Minas Gerais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Andradas - matando a saudade e lançamento do guia de escaladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na sexta-feira, dia 19/08/2011, fui com meus amigos Filippo, Samantha e Sílvia para &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/escaladas-em-andradas-croquis-e.html"&gt;Andradas&lt;/a&gt; passar o final de semana escalando e participar da festa de lançamento do guia de escaladas. Fazia anos que não via este pessoal. E também, por estar morando longe nos últimos anos, fazia anos que não ia para Andradas. A última vez que havia estado lá foi em janeiro de 2005, quando abri junto com o Filippo a &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2009/08/via-515-cinco-e-quinze-pedra-do.html"&gt;via Cinco e Quinze&lt;/a&gt;, na Pedra do Elefante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No sábado (20/08) fomos escalar na Pedra do Pântano. O tempo estava nublado, com cara que ia começar a chover logo mais. Começamos a escalar e logo chegaram o Camilo e a Chu, que vinham direto de São Paulo e disseram que pegaram bastante chuva durante toda a viagem. E não deu outra: Pouco tempo depois a chuva chegou. Voltamos para o abrigo, almoçamos e assistimos filmes de escalada com o pessoal. Felizmente a chuva não durou muito. Assim, no final da tarde voltamos para a pedra, que já estava praticamente seca, e escalamos mais um pouco. Novamente voltou a chover e, então, voltamos mais uma vez para o abrigo. Já era finalzinho de tarde e estava começando a escurecer. De noite teve a festa de &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/08/lancamento-do-guia-de-escaladas-de.html"&gt;lançamento do Guia de Escaladas de Andradas&lt;/a&gt;. Havia uma galera de montanhistas no abrigo e o astral estava bom, regado a comes e bebes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Choveu durante a noite e no domingo (21/08) tudo estava molhado. Todo mundo acordou tarde. Tomamos o café da manhã, ficamos batendo papo e organizando as coisas para ir embora. Voltamos de tarde para São Paulo, onde chegamos por volta das 16:30. O final de semana não rendeu tanto em termos de escalada, porém foi divertido reencontrar o pessoal, amigos que não via há tempos! E só o fato de estar lá, sentido o cheiro do campo e matando a saudade do lugar também já valeu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JcfDbPAmrhI/TlLBwXWWquI/AAAAAAAAHms/B2WnXGY6ddc/s1600/01DSC_0300_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JcfDbPAmrhI/TlLBwXWWquI/AAAAAAAAHms/B2WnXGY6ddc/s400/01DSC_0300_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Abrigo de Montanha do Pântano, com a Pedra do Pântano ao fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gc6PofmzWvE/TlLBwncOxcI/AAAAAAAAHmw/3nYp7gf6jus/s1600/02DSC_0323_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gc6PofmzWvE/TlLBwncOxcI/AAAAAAAAHmw/3nYp7gf6jus/s400/02DSC_0323_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pedra do Pântano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Paq2_vpPh78/TlLBxKFXJDI/AAAAAAAAHm0/799JFRyxOOc/s1600/03DSC_0305_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Paq2_vpPh78/TlLBxKFXJDI/AAAAAAAAHm0/799JFRyxOOc/s400/03DSC_0305_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Subindo pela trilha até a Pedra do Pântano, no sábado de manhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JeG55uimuE/TlLBxjCJvOI/AAAAAAAAHm4/TisWz6igL-Y/s1600/04DSC_0312_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JeG55uimuE/TlLBxjCJvOI/AAAAAAAAHm4/TisWz6igL-Y/s400/04DSC_0312_ALT02.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com a Pedra do Pântano ao fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lInH_tn3PhM/TlLBx4ymA6I/AAAAAAAAHm8/hOWqMUvtFXs/s1600/05DSC_0319_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lInH_tn3PhM/TlLBx4ymA6I/AAAAAAAAHm8/hOWqMUvtFXs/s400/05DSC_0319_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Samatha Soifer na via Nini Van Prehn, com o Filippo Croso na segurança. Escalamos a primeira enfiada da via e logo começou a chover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85XZaBGyGr0/TlLByhMt7LI/AAAAAAAAHnA/KJ-WXCohoHE/s1600/06DSC_0328_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85XZaBGyGr0/TlLByhMt7LI/AAAAAAAAHnA/KJ-WXCohoHE/s400/06DSC_0328_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu, na primeira enfiada da via Mugido da Vaca Louca, aproveitando que tinha parado de chover e a pedra havia dado uma secada no final da tarde. Escalamos a primeira enfiada da Mugido, em seguida ainda fiz a Urubu na Nóia e logo depois começou a chover novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VuA_wdismvw/TlLBzJ354wI/AAAAAAAAHnE/_z_UI0MyiGI/s1600/07DSC_0391_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VuA_wdismvw/TlLBzJ354wI/AAAAAAAAHnE/_z_UI0MyiGI/s400/07DSC_0391_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filippo, Daniela e Jacaré, autores do Guia de Escaladas de Andradas, autografando os livros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dg92i6y006Y/TlLBzgDX6FI/AAAAAAAAHnI/G6KHDPYqrNk/s1600/08DSC_0394_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dg92i6y006Y/TlLBzgDX6FI/AAAAAAAAHnI/G6KHDPYqrNk/s400/08DSC_0394_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reencontro de velhos amigos: Filippo, eu, Camilo, Sílvia, Beto, Samantha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-2292273655676210622?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2292273655676210622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/08/andradas-matando-saudade-e-lancamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2292273655676210622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2292273655676210622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/08/andradas-matando-saudade-e-lancamento.html' title='Andradas - matando a saudade e lançamento do guia de escaladas'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JcfDbPAmrhI/TlLBwXWWquI/AAAAAAAAHms/B2WnXGY6ddc/s72-c/01DSC_0300_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Andradas - MG, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.0685451 -46.5682119</georss:point><georss:box>-22.1862676 -46.7261404 -21.950822600000002 -46.410283400000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-6759389449600257661</id><published>2011-08-14T20:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:59:42.707-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Filmes e Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Diversos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - América do Sul'/><title type='text'>180° South: Conquerors of the Useless - O Filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvjvkzALYKk/Tk5m8KdQeaI/AAAAAAAAHmo/40F9GqIbwZs/s1600/180south.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvjvkzALYKk/Tk5m8KdQeaI/AAAAAAAAHmo/40F9GqIbwZs/s200/180south.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;180° South: Conquerors of the Useless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (180 Graus Sul: Conquistadores do Inútil) é um dos melhores filmes que assisti nos últimos tempos. Este belo documentário foi dirigido por Chris Malloy e lançado em 2010. O filme narra a viagem que Jeff Johnson fez até a Patagonia, inspirada na lendária viagem de 1968 de Yvon Chouinard (fundador das marcas Black Diamond e Patagonia) e Doug Tompkins (fundador da marca The North Face), quando eles foram de carro até a Patagonia para escalar o Cerro Fitz Roy, conquistando a via Californiana. Jeff inicia sua viagem em 2007 de veleiro, passando pela Ilha de Páscoa e seguindo até a Patagonia chilena, com o objetivo de escalar o Cerro Corcovado. Durante a viagem são feitas diversas reflexões sobre a maneira como a humanidade está se desenvolvendo, sobre os valores sociais, sobre os impactos ambientais gerados pelo homem, etc. O filme exalta o espírito de viajar, com bonitas cenas de vela, surf e alpinismo. As paisagens são incríveis, a fotografia é belíssima e a trilha sonora é ótima. Mas, acima de tudo, a mensagem deixada é forte e inspiradora. Vale a pena assistir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para maiores informações veja o site do filme: &lt;a href="http://www.180south.com/"&gt;180 South&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A seguir estão o trailer do filme e a sinopse (em inglês):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="316" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C52vyEKnDeM?rel=0" width="510"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;180° SOUTH is the story of one of the most unique and prolific environmentalists of our time - Yvon Chouinard. Rather than re-living Yvon's story through old photos and his life's work with pie charts, 180° SOUTH weaves Chouinard's tale through a modern day expedition. This expedition was inspired by the rumor of a legendary trip in 1968 and the proof that came with it when the lost cans of film that documented the trip were recently discovered. The old footage captures Chouinard and best friend Doug Tompkins in 1968 as they explore untouched mountain ranges and un-surfed coastline on a 5000 mile expedition from California to deep Patagonia. For the two men, the original '68 adventure still stands as "the trip of our lives."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A young American adventurer named Jeff Johnson happened upon the footage in 1990 and spent the next ten years of his life dreaming of following their footsteps south. In 2007, Jeff dropped everything to finally fulfill his dream. He set out to follow Chouinard's classic route on what became a six month traverse of North and South America. His hope is simply to find unclimbed mountains and un-ridden waves in the spirit of his heroes. However, as he travels, his eyes open up to the see environmental disasters that threaten these places as well as the human triumphs that are working to save them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the start of the film, each scene seamlessly echoes back and forth between Jeff's modern day adventure and conversations happening in a century old stone cabin in deep Patagonia. The two men (Chouinard and Tompkins) cook the fish they have just caught on a wood-burning stove. Their hair is silver now and the lines on their faces speak volumes. They have been best friends and expedition partners for over fifty years. They recount their lives with simple and humble narratives (all of which have achieved folkloric stature in the outdoor world). The stories come to life with classic archival footage and hand drawn animation (by artist Geoff McFetridge). Each story flows in-and-out of Jeff's voyage becoming a parable to a thesis that has solidified them as true visionaries in the most important revolution of our time: the preservation of the natural world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As the film progresses and Jeff picks up several more characters, each with their own unique views of the world, we realize that Jeff has been with the old men in the cabin the whole time. Asking the questions that have produced the stories and philosophies we see. We also come to find out that we are on the eve of what could be the last big climb of their lives together (as they are both almost 70 now). It is an unclimbed, unnamed peak that is part of a two-million acre preserve. A park that the two have created together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-6759389449600257661?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6759389449600257661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/08/180-south-conquerors-of-useless-o-filme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6759389449600257661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6759389449600257661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/08/180-south-conquerors-of-useless-o-filme.html' title='180° South: Conquerors of the Useless - O Filme'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvjvkzALYKk/Tk5m8KdQeaI/AAAAAAAAHmo/40F9GqIbwZs/s72-c/180south.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-6579444501619956458</id><published>2011-08-13T18:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:27:50.616-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - São Paulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Visual das Águas - matando a saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Visual das Águas, localizado próximo da cidade de Bragança Paulista, é um dos principais campos escola de escalada em rocha do estado de São Paulo. Foi um dos lugares onde comecei a escalar e que frequentei bastante durante uma época de minha vida. Inclusive pude contribuir também com a abertura de algumas vias. Por isso tudo, tenho um carinho especial por este lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por estar morando longe nos últimos anos, acabei não indo escalar lá durante todo esse tempo. Porém, nesta visita a Sampa resolvi matar a saudade do lugar. Fazia quase 9 anos que eu não ia lá! Assim, na sexta-feira, dia 12/08/2011, tive a especial oportunidade de visitar o Visual junto com meus companheiros de escalada David e San, e também o Caio, o filhinho de 3 anos do San (que estava tendo sua primeira experiência na rocha). O dia estava lindo. Além disso, sempre é gratificante uma escaladinha em dia de semana: Fugindo do caos da cidade grande, indo para o campo e escalando com a pedra vazia, sem mais ninguém além de nós. Foi um dia bastante agradável, com escaladas tranquilas e divertidas, no ponto exato para nós que estamos fora de forma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pbLXj7l9-Q/TkbW5hQ9knI/AAAAAAAAHmg/xLWE2W0H2ew/s1600/DSC_0224_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pbLXj7l9-Q/TkbW5hQ9knI/AAAAAAAAHmg/xLWE2W0H2ew/s400/DSC_0224_ALT02.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escalando no Visual das Águas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NeFQAFXTYgU/TkbW5ZeTJrI/AAAAAAAAHmY/2zh-aMvBjbc/s1600/DSC_0228_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NeFQAFXTYgU/TkbW5ZeTJrI/AAAAAAAAHmY/2zh-aMvBjbc/s400/DSC_0228_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vista da represa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgBTwZ1wq4M/TkbW5OTVLWI/AAAAAAAAHmQ/yQBx6n4Gon4/s1600/DSC_0232_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgBTwZ1wq4M/TkbW5OTVLWI/AAAAAAAAHmQ/yQBx6n4Gon4/s400/DSC_0232_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A galera: eu, San, Caio e David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-6579444501619956458?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6579444501619956458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/08/visual-das-aguas-matando-as-saudades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6579444501619956458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6579444501619956458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/08/visual-das-aguas-matando-as-saudades.html' title='Visual das Águas - matando a saudade'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pbLXj7l9-Q/TkbW5hQ9knI/AAAAAAAAHmg/xLWE2W0H2ew/s72-c/DSC_0224_ALT02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-976345811708361494</id><published>2011-08-03T12:27:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:40:36.317-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - Minas Gerais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Lançamento do Guia de Escaladas de Andradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2E_W1ElKoU/Tjlgd-dAHZI/AAAAAAAAHmI/9JbTs-ZjsX4/s1600/guia_andradas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2E_W1ElKoU/Tjlgd-dAHZI/AAAAAAAAHmI/9JbTs-ZjsX4/s200/guia_andradas.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lembro quando começamos a conquistar as primeiras vias de escalada na região de Andradas-MG. Naquela época existiam pouquíssimas vias por lá. Mas devido o enorme potencial de escaladas do lugar, podíamos sonhar com um dia em que aquelas pedras estariam repletas de vias, com muitos escaladores frequentando o lugar e até mesmo com um guia de escaladas que pudesse orientar os escaladores. Naquela época tudo isso era apenas um sonho distante. Porém, sabíamos que certamente um dia este momento chegaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E de fato chegou! Atualmente já se pode afirmar seguramente que Andradas é um dos principais locais de escalada em rocha frequentado por montanhistas do estado de São Paulo e do sul de Minas Gerais. E o tão esperado e sonhado Guia de Escaladas de Andradas está sendo lançado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia &lt;b&gt;20/08/2011&lt;/b&gt; (sábado), haverá uma &lt;b&gt;festa de lançamento&lt;/b&gt; do “Guia de Escaladas de Andradas” no Abrigo de Montanha do Pântano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guia de Escaladas de Andradas&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autores: Pedro Zeneti Jr, Daniela C. Lopes e Filippo Croso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O guia tem 104 páginas, sendo 16 delas coloridas com fotos das diversas faces das pedras e os traçados das vias desenhados. Ao todo o guia compreende 77 vias, 52 croquis detalhados + ilustrações, abrangendo as pedras do Pântano, Boi e Elefante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O livro será vendido nas &lt;u&gt;lojas&lt;/u&gt; e &lt;u&gt;academias&lt;/u&gt; por R$36.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preço especial na festa de lançamento: R$25.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Compareçam para um fim de semana escalando em Andradas e comemorando a conclusão deste belo projeto. Para maiores informações e reservas contate o Pedro Zeneti (Jacaré), pelo tel: (19) 81354124 / 98109803 ou pelo e-mail: pedro@abrigopantano.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parabéns aos autores do guia por esta fantástica realização!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-976345811708361494?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/976345811708361494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/08/lancamento-do-guia-de-escaladas-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/976345811708361494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/976345811708361494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/08/lancamento-do-guia-de-escaladas-de.html' title='Lançamento do Guia de Escaladas de Andradas'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2E_W1ElKoU/Tjlgd-dAHZI/AAAAAAAAHmI/9JbTs-ZjsX4/s72-c/guia_andradas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Andradas - MG, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.0685451 -46.5682119</georss:point><georss:box>-22.1862676 -46.7261404 -21.950822600000002 -46.410283400000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-3790472470896591493</id><published>2011-07-25T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:24:30.084-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Previsão do Tempo nas Montanhas - Mountain Weather Forecast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DwpcKMwlV_0/Ti2cJDqbs8I/AAAAAAAAHkE/-rbRHpJtb_Q/s1600/logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="54" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DwpcKMwlV_0/Ti2cJDqbs8I/AAAAAAAAHkE/-rbRHpJtb_Q/s200/logo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quer saber como vai estar o tempo na montanha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O site &lt;a href="http://www.mountain-forecast.com/"&gt;Mountain-Forecast&lt;/a&gt; apresenta previsão de tempo para diversas montanhas do mundo (e inclusive montanhas brasileiras). A previsão é disponibilizada para diferentes faixas de altitude e, além disso, o site também apresentada informações básicas sobre a escalada das montanhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É uma ferramenta útil para planejar uma escalada, principalmente em alta-montanha. Vale a pena conferir:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mountain-forecast.com/"&gt;Mountain-Forecast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-3790472470896591493?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3790472470896591493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/07/previsao-do-tempo-nas-montanhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/3790472470896591493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/3790472470896591493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/07/previsao-do-tempo-nas-montanhas.html' title='Previsão do Tempo nas Montanhas - Mountain Weather Forecast'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DwpcKMwlV_0/Ti2cJDqbs8I/AAAAAAAAHkE/-rbRHpJtb_Q/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-1382286195000786107</id><published>2011-07-07T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T18:24:58.985-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Filmes e Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Psicobloc no Cânion do Talhado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Cânion do Talhado, no Rio São Francisco, entre os estados de Alagoas e Sergipe, se revelou um lugar perfeito para prática de psicobloc (escalada solo em rochas cercadas por águas profundas), conforme mostram os dois videos abaixo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="280" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.redbull.com.br/cs/RedBull/flash/RBPlayerNew.swf?data_url=http://www.redbull.com.br/cs/Satellite?c%3DRB_Video%26cid%3D1242973994196%26locale%3D1237405395626%26p%3D1242760081276%26pagename%3DRedBullBR%2FRB_Video%2FVideoPlayerDataXML" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="500" height="280"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="510" height="412" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UaYRypA_0Z4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-1382286195000786107?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1382286195000786107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/07/psicobloc-no-canion-do-talhado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1382286195000786107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1382286195000786107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/07/psicobloc-no-canion-do-talhado.html' title='Psicobloc no Cânion do Talhado'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UaYRypA_0Z4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-6751087540229893361</id><published>2011-07-04T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T18:24:58.987-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Filmes e Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Filme: Caminhos da Mantiqueira (Trailer e Making Of)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Serra da Mantiqueira é um lugar especial, mágico, encravado na fronteira dos estados de SP, MG e RJ e que, embora relativamente próximo às duas maiores cidades do país, ainda preserva sua identidade cultural e natural. A seguir estão o trailer, a resenha e o making of do filme Caminhos da Mantiqueira, que busca justamente retratar a identidade desta região:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="320" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qur0o8VaCck" width="510"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Caminhos da Mantiqueira" percorre estradas, histórias e vidas em busca da identidade própria e única da Serra da Mantiqueira. O documentário de longa metragem (79min) apresenta com sensibilidade um pedaço relativamente desconhecido de muitos brasileiros, apesar de sua extrema importância para o pais. Embora a região seja cortada pelas fronteiras políticas entre três estados da federação - São Paulo, Minas Gerais e Rio de Janeiro - a Mantiqueira apresenta características próprias, naturais e históricas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O documentário se vale de um formato Road Movie, 'protagonizado' pela equipe que se deslocou ao longo de 35 dias por quase 40 cidades da serra; percorreu vales e escalou vários de seus cumes; adentrou suas florestas e parques e, o mais prazeroso, ouviu suas gentes: agricultores, tropeiros e violeiros, claro, todos contadores de causos. Também foram ouvidos ambientalistas, geógrafos, biólogos e historiadores; tudo com o intuito de costurar uma narrativa a um só tempo informativa e emocionante sobre a região, abordando temas como o ecossistema, as reservas florestais, as nascentes de água e seus importantes rios, a ancestral formação geológica, as mais recentes histórias da Revolução de 1932 e, como não poderiam faltar, as narrativas que nos levam para além do tempo através dos relatos testemunhais sobre o Lobisomem, a Mãe de ouro e o Corpo Seco, seres que vivem no imaginário de alguns de nossos personagens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Além do filme, estão sendo lançados um CD com a trilha sonora e um livro homônimo, editado pela Empresa das Artes; livro que, aliás, foi o ponto de partida para a pesquisa que orientou a realização do projeto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="510" height="320" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v3n-blCPa_c?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-6751087540229893361?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6751087540229893361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/07/filme-caminhos-da-mantiqueira-trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6751087540229893361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6751087540229893361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/07/filme-caminhos-da-mantiqueira-trailer.html' title='Filme: Caminhos da Mantiqueira (Trailer e Making Of)'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Qur0o8VaCck/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-5711954265271013480</id><published>2011-06-27T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T18:24:58.988-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Filmes e Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - Espírito Santo'/><title type='text'>Filme: Júnior - Montanhar - Escalada no Espírito Santo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme Júnior, produzido pela &lt;a href="http://www.montanhar.com.br/"&gt;Montanhar&lt;/a&gt;, apresenta um pouco do enorme potencial de escaladas no estado do Espírito Santo e também denuncia a ação devastadora das mineradoras de granito na região. Vale a pena assistir:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="405" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZbRF0uD8jkk?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filme: Júnior (Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.montanhar.com.br/"&gt;Montanhar&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-5711954265271013480?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5711954265271013480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/06/filme-junior-montanhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5711954265271013480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5711954265271013480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/06/filme-junior-montanhar.html' title='Filme: Júnior - Montanhar - Escalada no Espírito Santo'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZbRF0uD8jkk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-4203252362466331577</id><published>2011-06-15T14:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:39:08.390-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - Bahia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Diversos'/><title type='text'>Bahia Charter - Passeios de Barco no Nordeste do Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xzmWEuEtNJM/Tg9UBvd_SRI/AAAAAAAAHWo/veJgnugxp6M/s1600/bahia_charter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xzmWEuEtNJM/Tg9UBvd_SRI/AAAAAAAAHWo/veJgnugxp6M/s200/bahia_charter.jpg" width="114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Navegar é preciso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/betolima/bahiacharter"&gt;Bahia Charter&lt;/a&gt; oferece passeios de barco no litoral da Bahia e demais regiões do nordeste do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfrute da melhor maneira para conhecer lugares exclusivos e interaja diretamente com a natureza. A bordo de um sólido veleiro oceânico e com experiente tripulaçao, você terá todos os ingredientes para uma aventura inesquecível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mais informações e acessar o site da Bahia Charter, clique &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/betolima/bahiacharter"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1_yc2e2GIk/Tg9UMemFiaI/AAAAAAAAHWw/4hlrBuiT4nU/s1600/barco_bahiacharter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1_yc2e2GIk/Tg9UMemFiaI/AAAAAAAAHWw/4hlrBuiT4nU/s400/barco_bahiacharter.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/betolima/bahiacharter"&gt;Bahia Charter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-4203252362466331577?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4203252362466331577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/06/bahia-charter-passeios-de-barco-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4203252362466331577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4203252362466331577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/06/bahia-charter-passeios-de-barco-no.html' title='Bahia Charter - Passeios de Barco no Nordeste do Brasil'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xzmWEuEtNJM/Tg9UBvd_SRI/AAAAAAAAHWo/veJgnugxp6M/s72-c/bahia_charter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-4891758858487108223</id><published>2011-06-14T13:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:40:36.265-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Diversos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Mare Nostrum Yachts Ibiza - Hire a boat - Alquiler de barcos y yachts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqsDulEc0zk/Tg30bOVWPVI/AAAAAAAAHWY/6Byo63pfSZQ/s1600/marenostrumyachts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqsDulEc0zk/Tg30bOVWPVI/AAAAAAAAHWY/6Byo63pfSZQ/s1600/marenostrumyachts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mn-ibizaboatcharter.com/"&gt;Mare Nostrum Yachts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All but boating is vain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mn-ibizaboatcharter.com/eng/"&gt;Hire a boat&lt;/a&gt; and enjoy the best way to know the most special places of Ibiza and Formentera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On these sunny islands:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the most secluded and secret corners are going to be cherished on a boat, the best restaurants and its fish dishes are going to be tasted with a boat, the most turquoise and crystalline emotions are going to be lived on a boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mare Nostrum offers a vast selection of charter boats, both power and sail. Fully licensed vessels, professional crew. Moreover, the best prices as we manage our own boats, eliminating other companies commissions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are going to help you, from tailoring your package (Sailing Boats, Motor Yachts, Catamarans, Goletas) to suit your individual needs and wishes until your arrival on port; making it all as simple as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;¡Navegar es preciso!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A través de un &lt;a href="http://www.mn-ibizaboatcharter.com/"&gt;alquiler de un barco&lt;/a&gt;, disfrutaras de la mejor manera para conocer los sitios mas especiales de Ibiza y Formentera.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;En estas soleadas islas:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;los rincones mas secretos y retirados de Ibiza y Formentera serán gozados sobre un barco, los mejores pescados y restaurantes serán saboreados con un barco, las emociones mas turquesas y cristalinas serán vividas en un barco.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mare Nostrum ofrece para alquiler una amplia selección de barcos, a motor y vela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alquiler de embarcaciones seguras, tripulación profesional. Y mas, los mejores precios por gestionar nuestros propios barcos, eliminando comisiones de otras empresas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te ayudaremos desde la eleccion del barco que mejor se adapte a tu gusto y necesidad (lanchas, yates, veleros, goletas, catamaranes) hasta la llegada en el puerto, haciendo todo lo mas simple posible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cbfvjj4sGs/Tg30bIF5s-I/AAAAAAAAHWg/dUqXXHDiFVs/s1600/marenostrumyachts_foto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cbfvjj4sGs/Tg30bIF5s-I/AAAAAAAAHWg/dUqXXHDiFVs/s400/marenostrumyachts_foto.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mn-ibizaboatcharter.com/"&gt;Mare Nostrum Yachts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-4891758858487108223?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4891758858487108223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/06/mare-nostrum-yachts-ibiza-hire-boat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4891758858487108223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4891758858487108223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/06/mare-nostrum-yachts-ibiza-hire-boat.html' title='Mare Nostrum Yachts Ibiza - Hire a boat - Alquiler de barcos y yachts'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqsDulEc0zk/Tg30bOVWPVI/AAAAAAAAHWY/6Byo63pfSZQ/s72-c/marenostrumyachts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-7638382606373190668</id><published>2011-06-08T20:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:35:38.370-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - Rio Grande do Sul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Desenferrujando o esqueleto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de tanto tempo fora do país, tanto tempo viajando pela Asia como mochileiro (porém, sem espaço para os equipamentos de escalada na mochila), estou podendo agora sair deste longo período de jejum. É muito bom estar escalando novamente, buscando recuperar o condicionamento físico perdido e, também, vendo a escalada com outros olhos: Os olhos de quem está recomeçando, de quem quer crescer, os olhos do novo, do entusiasmo. Estou feliz de estar enxergando desta maneira, ainda mais esta atividade, que já preencheu (e acredito que ainda preenche) um espaço enorme na minha vida. Assim, posso dizer também que o jejum, esta pausa de alguns anos, foi bom. Foi importante. As vezes é necessário parar, olhar as coisas de fora, sob outra perspectiva, retomar as forças, e então recomeçar. Agora morando novamente no Brasil, em Porto Alegre-RS, tento recomeçar... afinal, nunca é tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ioAOiIaGDBk/TfADvVl7k_I/AAAAAAAAHQY/qGvnbk89ygU/s1600/Foto0188_ALT01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ioAOiIaGDBk/TfADvVl7k_I/AAAAAAAAHQY/qGvnbk89ygU/s400/Foto0188_ALT01.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta foto foi tirada no dia 30/04/2011, escalando no campo-escola Behne, em Ivoti-RS, junto com a Deise e o Antonio. (Crédito da foto: Antonio Gadenz).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-7638382606373190668?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7638382606373190668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/06/desenferrujando-o-esqueleto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/7638382606373190668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/7638382606373190668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/06/desenferrujando-o-esqueleto.html' title='Desenferrujando o esqueleto'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ioAOiIaGDBk/TfADvVl7k_I/AAAAAAAAHQY/qGvnbk89ygU/s72-c/Foto0188_ALT01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-286017582002739204</id><published>2011-05-19T12:42:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:25:02.688-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - Minas Gerais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Croquis de Vias de Escalada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Escalada em Andradas - Informações e Croquis</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5ra2XN1fvU/TbmuTVaIIdI/AAAAAAAAHGI/hdpGvPpcBPA/s1600/Foto%2BPantano_reduzida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5ra2XN1fvU/TbmuTVaIIdI/AAAAAAAAHGI/hdpGvPpcBPA/s200/Foto%2BPantano_reduzida.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto: Pedra do Pântano&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andradas está no sul de Minas Gerais. Próximo à cidade há uma área fantástica para escalada em rocha, encravada na Serra da Mantiqueira, onde neste trecho especificamente, recebe o nome de Serra do Pau D’Alho, com altitudes variando entre 900 e 1600 metros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Através dos links abaixo, você poderá obter mais informações sobre as escaladas na região:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/04/escalada-em-andradas-um-pouco-de.html"&gt;Um Pouco de História&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/04/escaladas-em-andradas-como-chegar.html"&gt;Como Chegar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde Ficar:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.abrigopantano.com/"&gt;Abrigo de Montanha do Pântano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://abrigodovelho.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abrigo de Montanha do Velho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alguns Croquis de Vias de Escalada:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Pedra do Elefante&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2009/08/via-515-cinco-e-quinze-pedra-do.html"&gt;5:15 (Cinco e Quinze)&lt;/a&gt; - 5 Vsup E2 190m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/04/via-erupcao-pedra-do-elefante-andradas.html"&gt;Erupção&lt;/a&gt; - 5 VIsup E2 200m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/04/via-vulcano-pedra-do-elefante-andradas.html"&gt;Vulcano&lt;/a&gt; - 4 V E2 150m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Pedra do Pântano&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/06/via-baguette-nao-pedra-do-pantano.html"&gt;Baguette Não&lt;/a&gt; - 5 VI A2 E2 150m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/via-invasores-pedra-do-pantano-andradas.html"&gt;Invasores&lt;/a&gt; - VI E3 28m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/via-manteiga-derretida-pedra-do-pantano.html"&gt;Manteiga Derretida&lt;/a&gt; - 5 V E2 50m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/04/via-pao-frances-pedra-do-pantano.html"&gt;Pão Francês&lt;/a&gt; - 5 VIsup E3 150m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/via-perdidos-no-pantano-pedra-do.html"&gt;Perdidos no Pântano&lt;/a&gt; - 6 VIIb E3 40m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Pedra Rajada&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/via-twister-pedra-rajada-andradas.html"&gt;Twister&lt;/a&gt; - 6 VIIa E2 40m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-286017582002739204?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/286017582002739204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/escaladas-em-andradas-croquis-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/286017582002739204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/286017582002739204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/escaladas-em-andradas-croquis-e.html' title='Escalada em Andradas - Informações e Croquis'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5ra2XN1fvU/TbmuTVaIIdI/AAAAAAAAHGI/hdpGvPpcBPA/s72-c/Foto%2BPantano_reduzida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Andradas - MG, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.0685451 -46.5682119</georss:point><georss:box>-22.1862676 -46.7261404 -21.950822600000002 -46.410283400000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-6488096040942864624</id><published>2011-05-04T11:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:00:03.977-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Diversos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Escaladas no Yosemite - National Geographic de Maio de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQGkjZdwkDc/TcA_GmOU2bI/AAAAAAAAHIY/W4gjB-LrXuw/s1600/imagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="98" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQGkjZdwkDc/TcA_GmOU2bI/AAAAAAAAHIY/W4gjB-LrXuw/s200/imagem.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A edição em inglês de maio de 2011 da revista National Geographic traz uma emocionante matéria de capa sobre escaladas no Yosemite. O site da revista disponibiliza o texto na íntegra, além de fotos e videos. Vale a pena conferir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja nos links a seguir:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/05/yosemite-climbing/jenkins-text"&gt;A matéria da National Geographic sobre escaladas no Yosemite (texto de Mark Jenkins).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/05/yosemite-climbing/free-solo-video"&gt;Video: Alex Honnold solando no Half Dome e El Capitan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/05/yosemite-climbing/on-assignment-video"&gt;Video: O fotógrafo Jimmy Chin em ação no Yosemite.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/05/yosemite-climbing/highline-video"&gt;Video: Highline de Dean Potter na Yosemite Falls.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/05/yosemite-climbing/chin-photography"&gt;Galeria de fotos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/05/yosemite-climbing/interactive-graphic"&gt;Mapa interativo das vias de escalada.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-6488096040942864624?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6488096040942864624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/escaladas-no-yosemite-national.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6488096040942864624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6488096040942864624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/escaladas-no-yosemite-national.html' title='Escaladas no Yosemite - National Geographic de Maio de 2011'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQGkjZdwkDc/TcA_GmOU2bI/AAAAAAAAHIY/W4gjB-LrXuw/s72-c/imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-1273099262663580488</id><published>2011-05-03T12:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:22:15.370-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - Minas Gerais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Croquis de Vias de Escalada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Pico do Baiano - Via Obra do Acaso - Serra do Caraça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por: &lt;b&gt;Roberto Lacaze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Pico do Baiano (2016m de altitude), localizado na Serra do Caraça, Minas Gerais, possui em sua face leste uma enorme parede de quartzito de mais de 600 metros de altura, cenário de longas vias de escalada em rocha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tive a oportunidade de conhecer esta montanha em julho de 1999, durante uma &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/04/escaladas-no-brasil-1999.html"&gt;viagem de mais de um mês escalando&lt;/a&gt; por diversas regiões de Minas Gerais e Rio de Janeiro, junto com o David Henrique. Encontramos o Kaka em Belo Horizonte, que, como reza a tradicional hospitalidade mineira, nos propôs irmos escalar no Baiano. Assim, viajamos até Morro da Água Quente, um pequeno vilarejo localizado aos pés da montanha. Era noite quando chegamos lá. Esticamos nossos sacos de dormir em uma praça e fizemos um bivaque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acordamos cedo no dia seguinte (14/07/1999) e saímos às 7:45 rumo à montanha. Subimos por uma trilha, que nos levou, em cerca de 2 horas de caminhada, até a base da parede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nesta época, existiam quatro vias no Baiano: A primeira via, chamada Odisséia ao Crepúsculo, que contava com algumas repetições; e mais três vias, que provavelmente nunca tinham sido repetidas. Uma delas, chamada Megacefalomania, havia sido conquistada recentemente pelo Kaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A princípio, pretendíamos repetir a via dele, porém quando chegamos na parede decidimos entrar em outra via para conhecer, que tinha acabado de ser conquistada. Durante a subida vimos que várias chapeletas ainda estavam com o pó da rocha, resíduo da abertura dos furos. Escalamos a via o mais rápido que pudemos para uma cordada de três pessoas. Em 4 horas de escalada subimos os 650 metros de via e chegamos no cume. A vista lá de cima estava linda. Não havia nenhuma nuvem no céu. Assinamos o livro de cume do Baiano e descobrimos que a via se chamava Obra do Acaso e tinha sido concluída alguns dias antes, em 10/07, o que nos leva a crer que fizemos a primeira repetição da via.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Decidimos rapelar pela via Megacefalomania, que o Kaka conhecia bem e isso facilitaria nosso trabalho. A parede estava na sombra e fazia frio. Foram vários rapeis até finalmente chegarmos na base da pedra. Já estava escurecendo. Fizemos a caminhada de volta pela trilha até o vilarejo, onde chegamos por volta das 21:00. Comemos um “prato-feito” em um restaurante, cansados depois do longo dia de escalada. Conversamos com o dono do restaurante e, novamente salvos pela hospitalidade mineira, ele nos deixou dormir no chão salão. Empurramos algumas mesas, esticamos nossos sacos de dormir no chão e desmaiamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo virou no dia seguinte (15/07). As nuvens encobriam o Pico do Baiano. Eu e o David, que até então estávamos pensando em escalar a via Megacefalomania neste dia, mudamos de idéia. Deixamos Morro da Água Quente e resolvemos aproveitar o dia de tempo ruim para conhecer Ouro Preto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208486285331054306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZaTdmxZxLU/SEhCrkamvuI/AAAAAAAABfw/SXkaZ2d412g/s400/baiano_jpg.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foto: A imponente face leste do Pico do Baiano (2016m), onde localizam-se as vias de escalada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seguir estão duas versões de croquis da via Obra do Acaso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5ALce1u5ag/Tb7kav6cRQI/AAAAAAAAHII/Y-xYXso8d2k/s1600/Obra%2Bdo%2BAcaso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5ALce1u5ag/Tb7kav6cRQI/AAAAAAAAHII/Y-xYXso8d2k/s400/Obra%2Bdo%2BAcaso.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Croquis da via Obra do Acaso 5º VI (A0/VIIc) E2 650m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obs.: Clique nas imagens para ampliar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hT6_YfradwA/Tb7ka6M7t4I/AAAAAAAAHIQ/OzXBMUD0KO0/s1600/Pico%2Bdo%2BBaiano%2B-%2Bvia%2BObra%2Bdo%2BAcaso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hT6_YfradwA/Tb7ka6M7t4I/AAAAAAAAHIQ/OzXBMUD0KO0/s400/Pico%2Bdo%2BBaiano%2B-%2Bvia%2BObra%2Bdo%2BAcaso.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A via Obra do Acaso é toda protegida com chapeletas. Não é necessária a utilização de equipamentos móveis, embora um cliff de buraco (talon ou similar) pode ser útil para passar os crux da terceira e da sexta enfiada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Infelizmente, o acesso ao Pico do Baiano atualmente está proibido pela companhia de mineração que existe na base da montanha. Portanto, parece que hoje em dia o “crux” da via mesmo é conseguir chegar na base da pedra sem ser notado pelos vigilantes da mineradora. Quando estive lá, em 1999, o acesso ainda não estava proíbido e portanto não tivemos este problema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para mais informações sobre o Pico do Baiano e também sobre as outras vias de escalada nesta montanha, veja o site do Centro Excursionista Mineiro (CEM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montanha.bio.br/web_cem/pico_baiano.htm"&gt;CEM – Vias de escalada no Pico do Baiano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montanha.bio.br/web_cem/apresenta_acesso.htm"&gt;CEM – Acesso ao Pico do Baiano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="450" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;sll=-20.073971,-43.398571&amp;amp;sspn=0.167727,0.256119&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=f&amp;amp;ecpose=-20.11804956,-43.42284343,1875.91,-84.721,74.446,0&amp;amp;ll=-20.117101,-43.433769&amp;amp;spn=0.009067,0.010707&amp;amp;z=16&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;sll=-20.073971,-43.398571&amp;amp;sspn=0.167727,0.256119&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=f&amp;amp;ecpose=-20.11804956,-43.42284343,1875.91,-84.721,74.446,0&amp;amp;ll=-20.117101,-43.433769&amp;amp;spn=0.009067,0.010707&amp;amp;z=16&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Exibir mapa ampliado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs.: A imagem pode ser movimentada com o mouse, se desejar mudar o ângulo ou dar zoom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-1273099262663580488?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1273099262663580488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/pico-do-baiano-via-obra-do-acaso-serra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1273099262663580488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1273099262663580488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/pico-do-baiano-via-obra-do-acaso-serra.html' title='Pico do Baiano - Via Obra do Acaso - Serra do Caraça'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZaTdmxZxLU/SEhCrkamvuI/AAAAAAAABfw/SXkaZ2d412g/s72-c/baiano_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-2730706514794506661</id><published>2011-04-28T18:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:27:59.116-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Filmes e Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - Rio de Janeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Filme Platô - Rio de Janeiro - Platô da Lagoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme Platô conta a história das vias do Platô da Lagoa, uma falésia carioca que sediou um dos primeiros campeonatos de escalada esportiva do Brasil. O filme discute também a polêmica utilização de agarras cavadas artificialmente no local. Esta produção participou da 10ª Mostra Internacional de Filmes de Montanha e pode ser assistida na íntegra abaixo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16171021?color=ffffff" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16171021"&gt;PLATÔ [HD]&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/granitofilmes"&gt;Ricardo Cosme&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-2730706514794506661?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2730706514794506661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/04/filme-plato-rio-de-janeiro-plato-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2730706514794506661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2730706514794506661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/04/filme-plato-rio-de-janeiro-plato-da.html' title='Filme Platô - Rio de Janeiro - Platô da Lagoa'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-4495467214219269611</id><published>2011-04-27T10:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T13:48:11.746-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - Minas Gerais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Croquis de Vias de Escalada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Via Erupção - Pedra do Elefante - Andradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A via Erupção está na Pedra do Elefante (&lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/escaladas-em-andradas-croquis-e.html"&gt;Andradas&lt;/a&gt;-MG), no Setor da Cabeça do Elefante, à direita da via Vulcano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Erupção&lt;/b&gt; ( 5 VIsup E2 200m; Andreas, Henrique Lima, Junior Lima, Silas, Weberson Martins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj6plIZI-bw/TgiAz4131QI/AAAAAAAAHWQ/VLPWSTUQpS8/s1600/Erup%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj6plIZI-bw/TgiAz4131QI/AAAAAAAAHWQ/VLPWSTUQpS8/s400/Erup%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Croqui da via Erupção (Pedra do Elefante, Andradas-MG), elaborado pelos conquistadores da via (Fonte: Henrique Lima - Abrigo de Montanha do Velho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obs.: Clique na imagem para ampliar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais informações: &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/escaladas-em-andradas-croquis-e.html"&gt;Escalada em Andradas - Informações e Croquis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-4495467214219269611?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4495467214219269611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/04/via-erupcao-pedra-do-elefante-andradas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4495467214219269611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4495467214219269611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/04/via-erupcao-pedra-do-elefante-andradas.html' title='Via Erupção - Pedra do Elefante - Andradas'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj6plIZI-bw/TgiAz4131QI/AAAAAAAAHWQ/VLPWSTUQpS8/s72-c/Erup%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-5800217322537241791</id><published>2011-04-26T12:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:04:11.448-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Filmes e Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - Rio de Janeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Croquis de Vias de Escalada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><title type='text'>Via Leste - Pico Maior - Três Picos de Salinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A via Leste do Pico Maior é certamente um clássico da escalada em rocha no Brasil. De estilo tradicional, bastante longa (com cerca de 700m de extensão) e localizada em um lugar belíssimo da Serra do Mar (o Parque Estadual dos Três Picos), a Leste é uma experiência incrível para aqueles que buscam um contato intenso com a montanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este filme que coloco a seguir foi produzido pela &lt;a href="http://www.montanhar.com.br/"&gt;Montanhar&lt;/a&gt; e retrata com lindas imagens a escalada desta via, além de contar um pouco sobre a história de sua conquista (em 1974).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parte 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k18BHgmqQng" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parte 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wD1j_ENqQ7Y" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croqui (clique na imagem para ampliar):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHwRYqziTnc/TW-PBFkUuBI/AAAAAAAAHEY/N7WkRof8YJ8/s1600/leste%2Bpico%2Bmaior.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHwRYqziTnc/TW-PBFkUuBI/AAAAAAAAHEY/N7WkRof8YJ8/s400/leste%2Bpico%2Bmaior.gif" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Croqui da via Leste do Pico Maior. Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.femerj.org/"&gt;FEMERJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tive a oportunidade de conhecer esta via em julho de 1999 em &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2008/04/escaladas-no-brasil-1999.html"&gt;uma viagem que fiz&lt;/a&gt; com o David Henrique, onde passamos por vários locais de escalada do Rio de Janeiro e Minas Gerais. Optamos por subir da maneira mais leve possível, para poder ganhar agilidade e velocidade. Escalamos em simultâneo a primeira metade da via, até chegar na primeira chaminé. A partir daí a linha faz mais zigue-zagues e portanto seguimos fazendo segurança normal. Foram cerca de 4h30min da base da via até o cume. Rapelamos pela via Sílvio Mendes e no final da tarde já estávamos de volta no acampamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208487176199396530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QZaTdmxZxLU/SEhDfbKK3LI/AAAAAAAABg4/HzQK7hRsCz0/s400/salinas.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foto: A imponente face leste do Pico Maior (2316m). Localizado em Nova Friburgo (RJ), o Pico Maior é o ponto culminante da Serra do Mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208487175348124338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QZaTdmxZxLU/SEhDfX_NerI/AAAAAAAABgw/4zJ4Lmjqx18/s400/pico+maior+de+salinas+-+cume_jpg.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Foto: Roberto Lacaze no topo do Pico Maior (2316m).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-5800217322537241791?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5800217322537241791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/03/via-leste-pico-maior-tres-picos-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5800217322537241791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5800217322537241791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/03/via-leste-pico-maior-tres-picos-de.html' title='Via Leste - Pico Maior - Três Picos de Salinas'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k18BHgmqQng/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-2921871909711732568</id><published>2011-04-22T22:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:51:54.076-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - Rio Grande do Sul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil - São Paulo'/><title type='text'>De volta ao Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos no aeroporto de Guarulhos no dia 23/03/2011 de manhã cedinho. Havíamos embarcado em Barcelona no final da tarde do dia anterior e passado a noite viajando. Meu pai nos buscou no aeroporto e fomos para casa. Era boa e ao mesmo tempo estranha a sensação de estar de volta no Brasil depois de tanto tempo longe. Foram dois anos e meio vivendo fora do Brasil, parte morando em Barcelona (cerca de um ano) e parte viajando, passando por Europa, África e, principalmente, Ásia (cerca de um ano e meio). E depois de tanto tempo viajando, vivendo como nômades, agora estávamos cansados, precisando parar um pouco, sedentos por um lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passamos três semanas na casa de meus pais, em São Paulo, aproveitando esse tempo para descansar e também organizar algumas coisas. Compramos um carro e, no dia 12/04, viajamos para Porto Alegre. Carregamos tudo o que pudemos – não cabia mais nada no pobre veículo – e fizemos assim nossa “mudança” para Porto Alegre, onde estaríamos morando nos próximos tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de um longo dia de viagem chegamos em Porto Alegre. Passamos uma semana e meia na casa da mãe da Deise, aproveitando esses dias para buscar um apartamento para alugar. E então, no dia 22/04 nos mudamos para nossa nova casa. Enfim, um lar: Um lugar para acomodar nossas coisas, um armário para guardar nossas roupas, uma geladeira para colocar nossa comida, uma estante para deixar os livros, um banheiro, um sofá – um lugar para descansar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0RqOumviAc/TrP9FMcE4hI/AAAAAAAAIAg/H3VBAK6HLv4/s1600/DSC_0284_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0RqOumviAc/TrP9FMcE4hI/AAAAAAAAIAg/H3VBAK6HLv4/s400/DSC_0284_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pôr-do-sol em São Paulo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-2921871909711732568?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2921871909711732568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-volta-ao-brasil.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2921871909711732568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2921871909711732568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-volta-ao-brasil.html' title='De volta ao Brasil'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0RqOumviAc/TrP9FMcE4hI/AAAAAAAAIAg/H3VBAK6HLv4/s72-c/DSC_0284_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-5793741609845757361</id><published>2011-03-23T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:50:15.205-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marrocos'/><title type='text'>Fez - Marrocos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 10/03/2011 nós pegamos em Girona um vôo para Fez, no Marrocos. Esta era a segunda vez que eu e a Deise íamos à Fez e também já conhecíamos relativamente bem o Marrocos. No entanto era a primeira vez da Inês e da Nanda. Para elas tudo era novidade e, por isso, no princípio estavam um pouco assustadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos de noite no aeroporto de Fez e negociamos um taxi para a Medina. Não tínhamos nenhuma reserva de hotel. O taxi nos deixou na entrada da Medina e a partir daí saímos caminhando pelas ruelas em busca de uma pousada. Depois de longas andanças, pesquisas e negociações, decidimos ficar no mesmo lugar onde já tínhamos ficado na outra vez que estivemos em Fez, dois anos atrás. E uma vez instalados, saímos para jantar os tradicionais cuscuz e tagine. Já era tarde e as ruas estavam vazias. Depois de jantar fomos descansar. Tinha sido um longo dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passamos 5 dias em Fez, passeando, caminhando pela Medina e arredores, aproveitando a culinária marroquina e olhando o comércio local, com suas inúmeras lojas de produtos típicos. No terceiro dia trocamos de hotel, pois encontramos outro, mais confortável e um pouco mais barato, localizado próximo da entrada da Medina. E assim os dias foram voando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1O286kkheI/Tq8AEvWKf1I/AAAAAAAAH9I/7U93eUcPJWc/s1600/01DSC_0189_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1O286kkheI/Tq8AEvWKf1I/AAAAAAAAH9I/7U93eUcPJWc/s400/01DSC_0189_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fez, vista do telhado no nosso hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDpl0UV_OvA/Tq8AFP8s_pI/AAAAAAAAH9M/C1utWYNp_eM/s1600/02DSC_0180_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDpl0UV_OvA/Tq8AFP8s_pI/AAAAAAAAH9M/C1utWYNp_eM/s400/02DSC_0180_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAOnMSawoHU/Tq8AFq_jQcI/AAAAAAAAH9U/zZiVKeRInOo/s1600/03DSC_0182_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAOnMSawoHU/Tq8AFq_jQcI/AAAAAAAAH9U/zZiVKeRInOo/s400/03DSC_0182_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bab Bou Jeloud é a entrada principal de Fez el-Bali, o coração da Medina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QY5inRMBCeA/Tq8AGN6mVzI/AAAAAAAAH9Y/OwYZJ6j7prw/s1600/04DSC_0185_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QY5inRMBCeA/Tq8AGN6mVzI/AAAAAAAAH9Y/OwYZJ6j7prw/s400/04DSC_0185_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A muralha da Medina e, ao fundo, um cemitério.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtzOYpXrOEE/Tq8AGp9Yl_I/AAAAAAAAH9g/EDFhucIiDEs/s1600/05DSC_0249_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtzOYpXrOEE/Tq8AGp9Yl_I/AAAAAAAAH9g/EDFhucIiDEs/s400/05DSC_0249_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pôr-do-sol visto do telhado do nosso hotel, próximo à Bab Bou Jeloud, destacando o minarete de uma mesquita e, ao fundo, a muralha da Medina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-943ih3_MK6s/Tq8AHKLd-oI/AAAAAAAAH9s/YILwY-1omfs/s1600/06DSC_0197_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-943ih3_MK6s/Tq8AHKLd-oI/AAAAAAAAH9s/YILwY-1omfs/s400/06DSC_0197_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Visual do telhado do hotel, destacando o minarete de uma mesquita e, ao fundo, a enorme muralha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggfbyNdGfnM/Tq8AH6Al_FI/AAAAAAAAH9w/sz-PaB67nws/s1600/07DSC_0183_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggfbyNdGfnM/Tq8AH6Al_FI/AAAAAAAAH9w/sz-PaB67nws/s400/07DSC_0183_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruínas e, ao fundo, as montanhas ao redor de Fez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hN0di-wmJk/Tq8AIhmNlwI/AAAAAAAAH98/By7p95QFHbk/s1600/08DSC01019_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hN0di-wmJk/Tq8AIhmNlwI/AAAAAAAAH98/By7p95QFHbk/s400/08DSC01019_ALT01.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Homens vestindo chilaba (túnica típica), na medina de Fez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-X3ZaJHFU4/Tq8AJYtTa9I/AAAAAAAAH-I/HTSBip2Qgh0/s1600/09DSC00959_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-X3ZaJHFU4/Tq8AJYtTa9I/AAAAAAAAH-I/HTSBip2Qgh0/s400/09DSC00959_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vendedora de cerâmicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lf-sDTGTOfA/Tq8AJ9fPtqI/AAAAAAAAH-Q/dqETkOKiJkc/s1600/10DSC_0211_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lf-sDTGTOfA/Tq8AJ9fPtqI/AAAAAAAAH-Q/dqETkOKiJkc/s400/10DSC_0211_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os tradicionais curtidores de couro de Fez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rm957E2Xi34/Tq8AKtCjBaI/AAAAAAAAH-Y/8BHAUzT8CwY/s1600/11DSC_0210_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rm957E2Xi34/Tq8AKtCjBaI/AAAAAAAAH-Y/8BHAUzT8CwY/s400/11DSC_0210_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O couro é tingido nestes tanques, em condições insalubres de trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1vk5g2785s/Tq8ALRmwYKI/AAAAAAAAH-g/pKj0RwAMpHs/s1600/12DSC01051_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1vk5g2785s/Tq8ALRmwYKI/AAAAAAAAH-g/pKj0RwAMpHs/s400/12DSC01051_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calçados de couro à venda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ2UA2mg8V8/Tq8AMO7SVHI/AAAAAAAAH-o/Ap7VwEININg/s1600/13DSC01059_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ2UA2mg8V8/Tq8AMO7SVHI/AAAAAAAAH-o/Ap7VwEININg/s400/13DSC01059_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O minarete de uma mesquita, na medina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvVoVazZ1vQ/Tq8AMqL5eTI/AAAAAAAAH-w/NItLEjVw0Ko/s1600/14DSC_0226_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvVoVazZ1vQ/Tq8AMqL5eTI/AAAAAAAAH-w/NItLEjVw0Ko/s400/14DSC_0226_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFleB6APTNA/Tq8ANFtoXNI/AAAAAAAAH-4/ZaPsOfzIVRc/s1600/15DSC01018_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFleB6APTNA/Tq8ANFtoXNI/AAAAAAAAH-4/ZaPsOfzIVRc/s400/15DSC01018_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nas ruas estreitas da medina a maior parte das mercadorias são transportadas no lombo de burros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zK9Zbh09Fgg/Tq8AN-3I_-I/AAAAAAAAH_A/dbbfOuixPs8/s1600/16DSC00958_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zK9Zbh09Fgg/Tq8AN-3I_-I/AAAAAAAAH_A/dbbfOuixPs8/s400/16DSC00958_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vendedor de especiarias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uOeyr-E8aD4/Tq8AOmm13cI/AAAAAAAAH_I/kimO8YhLvJU/s1600/17DSC01095_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uOeyr-E8aD4/Tq8AOmm13cI/AAAAAAAAH_I/kimO8YhLvJU/s400/17DSC01095_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As deliciosas azeitonas marroquinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rAkMMsZzL0/Tq8APUmUu8I/AAAAAAAAH_M/J70MgVbVuxg/s1600/18DSC00944_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rAkMMsZzL0/Tq8APUmUu8I/AAAAAAAAH_M/J70MgVbVuxg/s400/18DSC00944_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vendedor de ovos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjRm-hY_FDs/Tq8APyL9aOI/AAAAAAAAH_U/96llCb-CoiU/s1600/19DSC_0215_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjRm-hY_FDs/Tq8APyL9aOI/AAAAAAAAH_U/96llCb-CoiU/s400/19DSC_0215_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesquita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPEyfc_csZA/Tq8AQTTrSUI/AAAAAAAAH_Y/vxm8XEWi00k/s1600/20DSC_0188_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPEyfc_csZA/Tq8AQTTrSUI/AAAAAAAAH_Y/vxm8XEWi00k/s400/20DSC_0188_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cerâmicas à venda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6zVsenOs9A/Tq8ARO8Gl6I/AAAAAAAAH_g/BYjZkEB5txE/s1600/21DSC_0221_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6zVsenOs9A/Tq8ARO8Gl6I/AAAAAAAAH_g/BYjZkEB5txE/s400/21DSC_0221_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNqujOjaKGs/Tq8AR1QlAtI/AAAAAAAAH_o/xK3xKL-T8p4/s1600/22DSC00998_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNqujOjaKGs/Tq8AR1QlAtI/AAAAAAAAH_o/xK3xKL-T8p4/s400/22DSC00998_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma senhora, mendiga, e seus gatos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb7kpAuYYmY/Tq8ASYBRk_I/AAAAAAAAH_4/efZuuSIAgvo/s1600/23DSC01081_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb7kpAuYYmY/Tq8ASYBRk_I/AAAAAAAAH_4/efZuuSIAgvo/s400/23DSC01081_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIO0dKUBjes/Tq8ATBanUbI/AAAAAAAAIAA/oxhE-2Zsm74/s1600/24DSC_0272_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIO0dKUBjes/Tq8ATBanUbI/AAAAAAAAIAA/oxhE-2Zsm74/s400/24DSC_0272_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bab Dekkaken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqTEJSciQuw/Tq8ATt7KaVI/AAAAAAAAIAI/MomXxH-sWzo/s1600/25DSC_0274_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqTEJSciQuw/Tq8ATt7KaVI/AAAAAAAAIAI/MomXxH-sWzo/s400/25DSC_0274_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Place des Alaouites, Fez el-Jdid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4PWSvhthrw/Tq8AUedcoKI/AAAAAAAAIAQ/Jq_160FXk64/s1600/26DSC01028_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4PWSvhthrw/Tq8AUedcoKI/AAAAAAAAIAQ/Jq_160FXk64/s400/26DSC01028_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apreciando a culinária marroquina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 15/03/2011, no final da tarde, pegamos um taxi para o aeroporto e, de noite, embarcamos de volta para a Espanha. Ao chegar em Girona, pegamos um ônibus para Barcelona e, então, um taxi até o apart-hotel que tínhamos reservado. Era tarde e estávamos cansados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para ver o relato e as fotos da primeira vez que estivemos em Fez, em fevereiro de 2009, clique &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2009/06/fez-marrocos-parte-15.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-5793741609845757361?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5793741609845757361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/03/fez-marrocos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5793741609845757361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5793741609845757361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/03/fez-marrocos.html' title='Fez - Marrocos'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1O286kkheI/Tq8AEvWKf1I/AAAAAAAAH9I/7U93eUcPJWc/s72-c/01DSC_0189_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Fes, Morocco</georss:featurename><georss:point>34.0333333 -5.0</georss:point><georss:box>33.9806983 -5.078964 34.085968300000005 -4.921036</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-2525434465458432176</id><published>2011-03-23T23:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:49:40.756-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='França'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Europa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Viagem de carro nos Pireneus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 05/03/2011 alugamos um carro e deixamos Barcelona rumo aos Pireneus. Seguimos até Lleida e então pegamos a estrada N-230 em direção ao norte. Após passarmos por Pont de Suert, pegamos a N-260, no rumo oeste. Percorrendo uma região montanhosa, cruzamos o Coll de Fadas (um passo, à 1470m de altitude) e então descemos até Castejón de Sos, um pequeno povoado, aos pés dos Pireneus, à 900m de altitude. Era final de tarde e, por isso, decidimos parar. Nos instalamos em uma hospedagem e então saímos à pé para conhecer a cidade. Descobrimos que a prefeitura estava dando uma “chocolatada” de carnaval para as crianças. Chocolate quente grátis para todos! O evento estava acontecendo dentro de um salão, cheio de crianças fantasiadas brincando, pais e mães, música ao vivo, muito chocolate quente e doces e salgados. Depois de curtir um pouco a festinha de carnaval voltamos para o hotel, tomamos banho e mais tarde saímos para jantar. Caminhamos um pouco para olhar a cidade de noite e acabamos voltando para jantar no próprio restaurante da hospedagem em que estávamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (06/03) deixamos Castejón de Sos de subimos de carro até Benasque. Passamos por Benasque e continuamos subindo até onde dava. Até que a estrada acabou, encoberta pela neve, à cerca de 1650m de altitude. Paramos o carro e caminhamos um pouco na neve. Era a primeira vez que a Inês e a Nanda viam neve. Depois descemos de volta até Benasque, onde paramos o carro e passeamos um pouco a pé pela cidade. Mas nosso tempo era curto e não podíamos nos estender tanto. Então retornamos para Castejón de Sos e continuamos nossa viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_Kcv_jjsl0/TqbmN5ea8mI/AAAAAAAAH44/iNx3oi-2CCY/s1600/01DSC_0073_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_Kcv_jjsl0/TqbmN5ea8mI/AAAAAAAAH44/iNx3oi-2CCY/s400/01DSC_0073_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Castejón de Sos. (Foto tirada da janela da hospegem onde passamos a noite).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TFGgQ36wgw/TqbmOZ6pBxI/AAAAAAAAH5A/xRS0ZhqoTQ4/s1600/02DSC_0075_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TFGgQ36wgw/TqbmOZ6pBxI/AAAAAAAAH5A/xRS0ZhqoTQ4/s400/02DSC_0075_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Visual da beira da estrada, já acima de Benasque.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bP4MTNd4cOw/TqbmPECKAiI/AAAAAAAAH5I/wObf5fTwlrE/s1600/03DSC_0078_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bP4MTNd4cOw/TqbmPECKAiI/AAAAAAAAH5I/wObf5fTwlrE/s400/03DSC_0078_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Visual do ponto onde paramos o carro, à uns 1650m de altitude. A partir daí a estrada estava interrompida pela neve.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JVJFpZZLiqE/TqbmPtiWkZI/AAAAAAAAH5Q/pAxe-jiM4K8/s1600/04DSC_0088_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JVJFpZZLiqE/TqbmPtiWkZI/AAAAAAAAH5Q/pAxe-jiM4K8/s400/04DSC_0088_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Benasque é uma bonita cidade, que está em um vale, à 1150m de altitude.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De Castejón de Sos voltamos pela mesma estrada por onde havíamos vindo no dia anterior, a N-260, até reencontrar a N-230 e então continuar no rumo norte. Após cruzar um enorme túnel que corta as montanhas, chegamos em Vielha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oe9RIMe0W8/TqbmQA0kYLI/AAAAAAAAH5Y/p6pEjZRqcJQ/s1600/05DSC_0098_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oe9RIMe0W8/TqbmQA0kYLI/AAAAAAAAH5Y/p6pEjZRqcJQ/s400/05DSC_0098_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Visual da estrada N-260&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4i5M_W0Sko/TqbmQr6urFI/AAAAAAAAH5c/l8t_bJKPYYM/s1600/06DSC_0133_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4i5M_W0Sko/TqbmQr6urFI/AAAAAAAAH5c/l8t_bJKPYYM/s400/06DSC_0133_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vielha é uma bonita cidade, que está à 970m de altitude, cercada de montanhas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afxn4B8pPJw/TqbmRKn65fI/AAAAAAAAH5g/irzko7GKAPc/s1600/07DSC_0128_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afxn4B8pPJw/TqbmRKn65fI/AAAAAAAAH5g/irzko7GKAPc/s400/07DSC_0128_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vielha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dI6Q_NP09ro/TqbmRmPiQSI/AAAAAAAAH5o/R6gJ92GO5ds/s1600/08DSC_0130_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dI6Q_NP09ro/TqbmRmPiQSI/AAAAAAAAH5o/R6gJ92GO5ds/s400/08DSC_0130_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vielha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De Vielha decidimos ir em direção à França. Cruzamos a fronteira, passamos por um bonito povoado chamado Saint-Béat e seguimos mais adiante. Andamos mais uns 15 minutos e então resolvemos retornar. Não tínhamos muito tempo e ainda havia um longo caminho pela frente. Demos meia volta e seguimos para Saint-Béat, onde decidimos parar para conhecer. Estacionamos o carro e caminhamos um pouco. Subimos até as ruínas de um castelo e uma igreja, que estão no alto de um morro, com uma bonita vista do vale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--alGkMQRypc/TqbmSK_QQTI/AAAAAAAAH5w/L0a_-_VaURE/s1600/09DSC_0115_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--alGkMQRypc/TqbmSK_QQTI/AAAAAAAAH5w/L0a_-_VaURE/s400/09DSC_0115_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saint-Béat é um pequeno e lindo povoado no sul da França, próximo da fronteira com a Espanha, à 500 metros de altitude, aos pés dos Pireneus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uzIXgMuY2H4/TqbmSu-51vI/AAAAAAAAH54/CxzM4Zh37k4/s1600/10DSC_0106_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uzIXgMuY2H4/TqbmSu-51vI/AAAAAAAAH54/CxzM4Zh37k4/s400/10DSC_0106_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Igreja Saint-Béat Saint-Privat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e92JjER5wd4/TqbmTLaQ9dI/AAAAAAAAH6A/ZPj4ZTs1S_E/s1600/11DSC_0122_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e92JjER5wd4/TqbmTLaQ9dI/AAAAAAAAH6A/ZPj4ZTs1S_E/s400/11DSC_0122_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Subimos por um caminho até o alto de um morro, onde estão as ruínas de um castelo e também uma igreja.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após nosso passeio por Saint-Béat retornamos para a Espanha. Passamos novamente por Vielha e pegamos a estrada C-28, que sobe pelo vale, passando por algumas estações de esqui e uma linda paisagem de montanha. A estrada sobe até Port de la Bonaigua, que está à 2072m de altitude. Lá há uma estação de esqui, onde paramos um pouco para passear e curtir o visual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxkRS2p44V8/TqbmTjhHBnI/AAAAAAAAH6M/0k7qETh2Dzo/s1600/12DSC_0134_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxkRS2p44V8/TqbmTjhHBnI/AAAAAAAAH6M/0k7qETh2Dzo/s400/12DSC_0134_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Após passarmos novamente por Vielha, seguimos pela C-28, subindo em direção às montanhas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tkfoG00CJM/TqbmUDyqoEI/AAAAAAAAH6U/GPnE4VF4EX4/s1600/13DSC_0135_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tkfoG00CJM/TqbmUDyqoEI/AAAAAAAAH6U/GPnE4VF4EX4/s400/13DSC_0135_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Visual da estrada: Uma bonita paisagem de montanha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZzG4uBfPxE/TqbmUv9K3GI/AAAAAAAAH6Y/y_Spt_WvSQE/s1600/14DSC_0139_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZzG4uBfPxE/TqbmUv9K3GI/AAAAAAAAH6Y/y_Spt_WvSQE/s400/14DSC_0139_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsfKMO4Gg-g/TqbmVMdEtiI/AAAAAAAAH6c/E2ydpfKVdi4/s1600/15DSC_0140_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsfKMO4Gg-g/TqbmVMdEtiI/AAAAAAAAH6c/E2ydpfKVdi4/s400/15DSC_0140_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bonitas montanhas, próximo de Port de la Bonaigua.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEIiAzPx7Ec/TqbmVuey2bI/AAAAAAAAH6o/jJJqKEVM7uk/s1600/16DSC_0150_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEIiAzPx7Ec/TqbmVuey2bI/AAAAAAAAH6o/jJJqKEVM7uk/s400/16DSC_0150_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há uma estação de esqui em Port de la Bonaigua, que está à 2072m de altitude.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6VhVj26qmAU/TqbmWbT3AZI/AAAAAAAAH6w/fjTtcLzo-lc/s1600/17DSC_0156_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6VhVj26qmAU/TqbmWbT3AZI/AAAAAAAAH6w/fjTtcLzo-lc/s400/17DSC_0156_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após cruzar o Port de la Bonaigua descemos pelo outro lado do passo, continuando pela C-28. Depois seguimos pela C-13 até Sort e então pegamos a N-260.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYdtG_2VrxQ/TqbmWydZm0I/AAAAAAAAH68/Sr9ka4TeAtw/s1600/18DSC_0165_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYdtG_2VrxQ/TqbmWydZm0I/AAAAAAAAH68/Sr9ka4TeAtw/s400/18DSC_0165_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cruzando o Collado del Cantó, um passo à 1720m de altitude, na N-260.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FHXmBeTfeQ/TqbmXbAjxGI/AAAAAAAAH7E/IfdL8bSOWQQ/s1600/19DSC_0163_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FHXmBeTfeQ/TqbmXbAjxGI/AAAAAAAAH7E/IfdL8bSOWQQ/s400/19DSC_0163_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entardecer, visto do Collado del Cantó.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em Ribera d’Urgellet deixamos a N-260 e seguimos no sentido sul pela C-14. Já era noite quando chegamos em Organyà, uma pequena cidade cortada pela estrada, onde paramos para procurar alguma hospedagem. Caminhei um pouco pela pequena cidade e nada. Informaram que havia uma pousada um pouco mais adiante na estrada. Fomos até lá, mas o preço estava um pouco acima do que procurávamos. Então continuamos até a próxima cidadezinha, Coll de Nargó, onde aí sim encontramos duas opções de hospedagem barata. Nos hospedamos na primeira, logo que a estrada chega no povoado. E jantamos um pouco mais adiante, ao lado do posto de gasolina, em uma outra hospedagem onde há um restaurante. Enquanto esperávamos a comida, fiquei olhando um guia de escaladas da região que estava no balcão da hospedagem. A região de Oliana, cidade que está poucos quilômetros mais adiante, é uma das principais zonas de escalada em rocha da Espanha. Fiquei com vontade de, quem sabe um dia, voltar lá com mais tempo e conhecer um pouco das escaladas do lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao acordar, no dia seguinte (07/03), pudemos ver que estávamos em um lugar lindo, cercado de montanhas e paredes de rocha. Porém, tínhamos que seguir viagem. Arrumamos nossas coisas continuamos pela estrada, passando logo em seguida por Oliana e então seguindo rumo à Barcelona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_I5HL3ENHSE/TqbmYWSfVYI/AAAAAAAAH7M/zU6D28YnZCc/s1600/20DSC_0172_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_I5HL3ENHSE/TqbmYWSfVYI/AAAAAAAAH7M/zU6D28YnZCc/s400/20DSC_0172_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Visual da janela da hospedagem em que ficamos, em Coll de Nargó. Há muitas montanhas rochosas nesta região, cuja principal cidade é Oliana. Esta é uma das principais zonas de escalada da Espanha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KclApi8Mr5I/TqbmY58eHHI/AAAAAAAAH7Q/-ema3JNnO3M/s1600/21DSC_0174_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KclApi8Mr5I/TqbmY58eHHI/AAAAAAAAH7Q/-ema3JNnO3M/s400/21DSC_0174_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pouco antes de chegar em Barcelona, passamos ao lado do maciço montanhoso de &lt;a href="http://www.robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2009/07/montserrat-espanha.html"&gt;Montserrat&lt;/a&gt;. Esta foto foi tirada de um posto de gasolina em que paramos, na auto-estrada A-2.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos em Barcelona próximo do meio dia, justo no horário em que deveríamos entregar o carro. Assim, devolvemos o carro e fomos para o apart-hotel onde tínhamos reserva. Este foi um bonito passeio pelas montanhas: Foi uma correria, mas aproveitamos bastante estes últimos três dias. Andamos bastante de carro, conhecemos muitos lugares e vimos lindas paisagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-2525434465458432176?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2525434465458432176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/03/viagem-de-carro-nos-pireneus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2525434465458432176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2525434465458432176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/03/viagem-de-carro-nos-pireneus.html' title='Viagem de carro nos Pireneus'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_Kcv_jjsl0/TqbmN5ea8mI/AAAAAAAAH44/iNx3oi-2CCY/s72-c/01DSC_0073_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-8006669543387243914</id><published>2011-03-23T11:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:49:08.621-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de fazer uma bela viagem pela Sicília, chegamos de volta em Barcelona no dia 27/02/2011. Meus pais, meu irmão e a Alicia ficaram em um hostal e eu e a Deise ficamos em um apart-hotel. De tarde a Deise buscou no aeroporto sua mãe e sua irmã que chegaram do Brasil para passar três semanas com nós. De noite fomos todos jantar juntos em um buffet livre (chamado Lactuca) perto da Plaza Catalunya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (28/02), de tarde fui levar meus pais no aeroporto. Eles voltaram para o Brasil. E meu irmão e a Alicia pegaram de noite o barco de volta para Ibiza, onde eles moram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu, a Deise, a Inês e a Nanda passamos uns cinco dias por Barcelona, passeando e visitando alguns pontos turísticos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKnDHRLdGfU/Tq77b7sQbBI/AAAAAAAAH7o/yg1Onr0KzNw/s1600/01DSC_0028_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKnDHRLdGfU/Tq77b7sQbBI/AAAAAAAAH7o/yg1Onr0KzNw/s400/01DSC_0028_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vista do Parc Güell, com a cidade de Barcelona e o Mar Mediterrâneo ao fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pmCMg8BIGTo/Tq77cr5fJeI/AAAAAAAAH7w/6morFPYnWyk/s1600/02DSC_0001_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pmCMg8BIGTo/Tq77cr5fJeI/AAAAAAAAH7w/6morFPYnWyk/s400/02DSC_0001_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parc Güell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--AX1aXXC7xU/Tq77dJX5KjI/AAAAAAAAH74/J-NWqZlipXY/s1600/03DSC_0052_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--AX1aXXC7xU/Tq77dJX5KjI/AAAAAAAAH74/J-NWqZlipXY/s400/03DSC_0052_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGdshacR1Bc/Tq77d5lAyMI/AAAAAAAAH8A/mdpRxnlRZMA/s1600/04DSC_0042_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGdshacR1Bc/Tq77d5lAyMI/AAAAAAAAH8A/mdpRxnlRZMA/s400/04DSC_0042_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O estilo arquitetônico de Gaudí, no Parc Güell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_k2kvia0oc/Tq77eXvf0kI/AAAAAAAAH8I/whGhR67PlbM/s1600/05DSC_0069_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_k2kvia0oc/Tq77eXvf0kI/AAAAAAAAH8I/whGhR67PlbM/s400/05DSC_0069_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arc del Triomf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--j9NiFxOoU0/Tq77e6bh4tI/AAAAAAAAH8Q/Kf-nyVjW1RU/s1600/06DSC00379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--j9NiFxOoU0/Tq77e6bh4tI/AAAAAAAAH8Q/Kf-nyVjW1RU/s400/06DSC00379.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Font Màgica de Montjuïc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuYhMyCiS0M/Tq77fWYrLNI/AAAAAAAAH8Y/B1hjhLB3tIU/s1600/07DSC_0065_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuYhMyCiS0M/Tq77fWYrLNI/AAAAAAAAH8Y/B1hjhLB3tIU/s400/07DSC_0065_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 02/março fomos de trem para Sitges, que está próxima de Barcelona. Passamos o dia passeando por lá e depois voltamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pyLEgHfAqWM/Tq77f-gOyyI/AAAAAAAAH8g/lb3OcgkPNWM/s1600/08DSC_0068_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pyLEgHfAqWM/Tq77f-gOyyI/AAAAAAAAH8g/lb3OcgkPNWM/s400/08DSC_0068_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruas estreitas do centro de Sitges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 05/03, alugamos um carro e saímos para uma viagem pelos Pireneus. Foram 3 dias e 2 noites, em que passamos por vários lugares e vimos paisagens incríveis (o relato e as fotos desta viagem estão em outra postagem: clique &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/03/viagem-de-carro-nos-pireneus.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; para ver).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voltamos para Barcelona no dia 07/03, onde ficamos no mesmo apart-hotel que havíamos estado antes. Passamos mais alguns dias em Barcelona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 10/03 fomos de trem para Girona. Passeamos um pouco pelo centro antigo e, de tarde, fomos para o aeroporto, onde pegamos um vôo para Fez, no Marrocos (o relato e as fotos desta viagem estão em outra postagem: clique &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/03/fez-marrocos.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; para ver).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjER7FL8XUs/Tq77gUqjaEI/AAAAAAAAH8o/0rNDNFByYvo/s1600/09DSC_0176_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjER7FL8XUs/Tq77gUqjaEI/AAAAAAAAH8o/0rNDNFByYvo/s400/09DSC_0176_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de 5 dias no Marrocos, retornamos para Barcelona no dia 15/03. Passamos mais alguns dias passeando por Barcelona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDuiVPWgTy0/Tq77hVb7EeI/AAAAAAAAH8w/qz-NGhahaqI/s1600/10DSC01116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDuiVPWgTy0/Tq77hVb7EeI/AAAAAAAAH8w/qz-NGhahaqI/s400/10DSC01116.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Torre Agbar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 18/03, fomos levar a Inês e a Nanda no aeroporto. Elas voltaram para o Brasil. E eu e a Deise passamos ainda mais alguns dias em Barcelona, hospedados na casa de nosso amigo Joan. Temos um grande carinho por Barcelona, cidade em que vivemos por mais de um ano, entre 2008 e 2009. Aproveitamos então estes poucos dias para nos despedir dos amigos e também terminar de organizar as coisas para o nosso retorno ao Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oifbzAjE3H0/Tq77h8ZfNlI/AAAAAAAAH84/s-mx6uF-bc8/s1600/11DSC01130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oifbzAjE3H0/Tq77h8ZfNlI/AAAAAAAAH84/s-mx6uF-bc8/s400/11DSC01130.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Festa no bairro de Sant Andreu, onde está a casa de nosso amigo Joan, e onde já moramos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BjUMkei5-l4/Tq77iQZopQI/AAAAAAAAH9A/jKOHJFxKaTA/s1600/12DSC01135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BjUMkei5-l4/Tq77iQZopQI/AAAAAAAAH9A/jKOHJFxKaTA/s400/12DSC01135.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu, Bastian e Dolça (a cadela do Joan), passeando em frente à biblioteca de Sant Andreu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde que deixamos de morar em Barcelona, em início de novembro de 2009, fazia 1 ano e 5 meses que estávamos viajando. Este tempo todo sem um lar. Nômades. Iniciamos com uma viagem de 1 mês pela Espanha, França e Portugal. Depois emendamos com uma grande jornada de 1 ano e 2 meses pela Asia. E agora mais quase 2 meses entre Espanha, França, Sicília e Marrocos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estes últimos dois meses, primeiramente com minha família e depois com a família da Deise, foram muito corridos. Estávamos exaustos de tantas viagens, loucos para poder parar um pouco e descansar. E agora estava chegando este momento. Na tarde de 22/03 pegamos um taxi para o aeroporto, lotados de bagagens e embarcamos de volta para o Brasil, onde chegamos no dia seguinte de manhã cedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-8006669543387243914?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8006669543387243914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/03/barcelona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/8006669543387243914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/8006669543387243914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/03/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKnDHRLdGfU/Tq77b7sQbBI/AAAAAAAAH7o/yg1Onr0KzNw/s72-c/01DSC_0028_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Barcelona, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.387917 2.1699187</georss:point><georss:box>41.292614 2.0119902 41.48322 2.3278472000000003</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-9006353850959144644</id><published>2011-02-27T23:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:54:13.324-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italia'/><title type='text'>Palermo e Monreale - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos em Palermo na noite de 25/02/2011, vindos de Taormina. Nos hospedamos em um bed&amp;breakfast e pedimos uma pizza de tele-entrega para o jantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (26/02) saímos para passear. Palermo é a capital da Sicília e a quinta cidade mais populosa da Itália. Como tínhamos somente um dia para conhecer Palermo, decidimos fazer um tour de ônibus para agilizar (“City Sightseeing Palermo”). O tempo estava chuvoso, mas ainda assim pudemos aproveitar bastante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tV-e9LLAb5E/Tp7vZbD3aaI/AAAAAAAAH4Q/mlqZG5Hgmz0/s1600/01DSC_0883_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tV-e9LLAb5E/Tp7vZbD3aaI/AAAAAAAAH4Q/mlqZG5Hgmz0/s400/01DSC_0883_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teatro Massimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tg-giK1yE2o/Tp7vaCGWAGI/AAAAAAAAH4Y/NupKgsCCdmU/s1600/02DSC_0898_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tg-giK1yE2o/Tp7vaCGWAGI/AAAAAAAAH4Y/NupKgsCCdmU/s400/02DSC_0898_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catedral de Palermo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncDcN6lZoc8/Tp7va3UuABI/AAAAAAAAH4g/_UeA35xws0w/s1600/03DSC_0904_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncDcN6lZoc8/Tp7va3UuABI/AAAAAAAAH4g/_UeA35xws0w/s400/03DSC_0904_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piazza Quattro Canti, em Palermo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No final do dia voltamos caminhando do centro em direção ao hotel e no caminho paramos em um restaurante para jantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (27/02) deixamos o hotel e seguimos para Monreale, uma cidade vizinha à Palermo. Fizemos uma visita rápida em Monreale, pois ainda tínhamos que pegar nosso vôo de volta para a Espanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNKOV0zc-WI/Tp7vbZwgXAI/AAAAAAAAH4o/kQiEg3nApxQ/s1600/04DSC_0915_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNKOV0zc-WI/Tp7vbZwgXAI/AAAAAAAAH4o/kQiEg3nApxQ/s400/04DSC_0915_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catedral de Monreale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEz_2wG-3so/Tp7vbyZE81I/AAAAAAAAH4w/itXhGpNa3a8/s1600/05DSC_0916_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEz_2wG-3so/Tp7vbyZE81I/AAAAAAAAH4w/itXhGpNa3a8/s400/05DSC_0916_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O enorme órgão da catedral de Monreale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de conhecer a Catedral de Monreale, seguimos até o aeroporto. Assim, completamos esta volta que fizemos na Sicília em 10 dias. Foi um bonito giro. Gostamos bastante da Sicília, tanto dos lugares quanto do povo. Ao chegar no aeroporto entregamos o carro que havíamos alugado por estes dias e pegamos nosso vôo para Barcelona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-9006353850959144644?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/9006353850959144644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/palermo-e-monreale-viagem-de-carro-pela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/9006353850959144644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/9006353850959144644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/palermo-e-monreale-viagem-de-carro-pela.html' title='Palermo e Monreale - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 9'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tV-e9LLAb5E/Tp7vZbD3aaI/AAAAAAAAH4Q/mlqZG5Hgmz0/s72-c/01DSC_0883_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Palermo, Italy</georss:featurename><georss:point>38.11564 13.3614059</georss:point><georss:box>38.0156975 13.203477399999999 38.2155825 13.5193344</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-5264659394368388631</id><published>2011-02-25T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:53:57.686-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italia'/><title type='text'>Taormina - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 25/02/2011 deixamos Acireale de manhã e fomos para Taormina. Colocamos o carro em um estacionamento e um ônibus nos levou até o centro da cidade. Passamos o dia passeando por Taormina, conhecendo este bonito lugar. É uma cidade bastante turística. O tempo estava nublado, o que prejudicou um pouco o visual, mas ainda assim conseguimos aproveitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rC3GTsZb9L4/TprVFbp-5vI/AAAAAAAAH3I/18V-zU0-Djg/s1600/01DSC_0833_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rC3GTsZb9L4/TprVFbp-5vI/AAAAAAAAH3I/18V-zU0-Djg/s400/01DSC_0833_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piazza IX Aprile e a Chiesa di San Giuseppe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nWGVq7OIP8/TprVFwyytEI/AAAAAAAAH3Q/Ep9z8g_4TCE/s1600/02DSC_0831_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nWGVq7OIP8/TprVFwyytEI/AAAAAAAAH3Q/Ep9z8g_4TCE/s400/02DSC_0831_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taormina está no alto de um desfiladeiro sobre o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4AGBlRdcw/TprVGRBZB-I/AAAAAAAAH3Y/T9pWgbkQpUI/s1600/03DSC_0862_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4AGBlRdcw/TprVGRBZB-I/AAAAAAAAH3Y/T9pWgbkQpUI/s400/03DSC_0862_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caminhando pelas ruas da cidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ5PD_4E9Ec/TprVHKXf8JI/AAAAAAAAH3g/Khqrtvh11FQ/s1600/04DSC_0860_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ5PD_4E9Ec/TprVHKXf8JI/AAAAAAAAH3g/Khqrtvh11FQ/s400/04DSC_0860_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chiesa San Nicola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hmhRkpHk_4w/TprVHWp28QI/AAAAAAAAH3o/a32DVgcnQdc/s1600/05DSC_0864_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hmhRkpHk_4w/TprVHWp28QI/AAAAAAAAH3o/a32DVgcnQdc/s400/05DSC_0864_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No final do dia, eu e meu irmão resolvemos subir até o Castelo, que está no alto deste morro. Há um caminho, com longas escadarias, que sobe o morro. Porém, chegando lá em cima, descobrimos que a entrada do castelo estava fechada. Como o castelo está no ponto mais alto do morro, e nós queríamos ter a vista da cidade lá de cima, tivemos que pular o muro e “invadir” o castelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhHnsd2FxcM/TprVH-VTGOI/AAAAAAAAH3w/yZali1HzWg4/s1600/06DSC_0868_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhHnsd2FxcM/TprVH-VTGOI/AAAAAAAAH3w/yZali1HzWg4/s400/06DSC_0868_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taormina vista do alto do castelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40PKE_DaOaQ/TprVIcBMSkI/AAAAAAAAH34/-04U7UT7Q4k/s1600/07DSC_0869_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40PKE_DaOaQ/TprVIcBMSkI/AAAAAAAAH34/-04U7UT7Q4k/s400/07DSC_0869_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As ruínas do anfiteatro grego, visto do alto do castelo de Taormina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vBEsp06Jc4/TprVJKKpvtI/AAAAAAAAH4A/NPDMcl9RocQ/s1600/08DSC_0859_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vBEsp06Jc4/TprVJKKpvtI/AAAAAAAAH4A/NPDMcl9RocQ/s400/08DSC_0859_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este é o símbolo da Sicília, que pode ser visto por todas a partes, inclusive na bandeira da Sicília.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6o72ztDA6vI/TprVJnjQHhI/AAAAAAAAH4I/-3oxbh4aO-Q/s1600/09DSC_0865_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6o72ztDA6vI/TprVJnjQHhI/AAAAAAAAH4I/-3oxbh4aO-Q/s400/09DSC_0865_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A deliciosa laranja de cor vermelha, muito comum em toda a Sicília.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No final do dia deixamos Taormina e viajamos até Palermo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-5264659394368388631?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5264659394368388631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/taormina-viagem-de-carro-pela-sicilia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5264659394368388631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5264659394368388631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/taormina-viagem-de-carro-pela-sicilia.html' title='Taormina - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 8'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rC3GTsZb9L4/TprVFbp-5vI/AAAAAAAAH3I/18V-zU0-Djg/s72-c/01DSC_0833_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Taormina, Sicily, Italy</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.8530665 15.2879163</georss:point><georss:box>34.6450545 10.2342053 41.061078499999994 20.3416273</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-4979138103231169611</id><published>2011-02-25T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:53:40.654-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italia'/><title type='text'>Siracusa e Acireale - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 24/02/2011 deixamos o bed&amp;amp;breakfast onde passamos a noite e fomos conhecer a cidade de Siracusa. Estacionamos o carro próximo ao centro e saímos para caminhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fjZb746lmI/TphxRzQwrlI/AAAAAAAAH0s/4G8kEYSIdCE/s1600/01DSC_0770_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fjZb746lmI/TphxRzQwrlI/AAAAAAAAH0s/4G8kEYSIdCE/s400/01DSC_0770_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cattedrale di Siracusa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKimpfowl3g/TphxSGT-aeI/AAAAAAAAH04/9nisIUGR1Bg/s1600/02DSC_0777_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKimpfowl3g/TphxSGT-aeI/AAAAAAAAH04/9nisIUGR1Bg/s400/02DSC_0777_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interior da catedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giQL4rIG14k/TphxSTR3RoI/AAAAAAAAH1E/7aWyS-aVtsY/s1600/03DSC_0795_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giQL4rIG14k/TphxSTR3RoI/AAAAAAAAH1E/7aWyS-aVtsY/s400/03DSC_0795_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piazza Archimede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-05WvxCntLQQ/TphxSnRPSPI/AAAAAAAAH1Q/OgxqkRfu9R4/s1600/04DSC_0760_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-05WvxCntLQQ/TphxSnRPSPI/AAAAAAAAH1Q/OgxqkRfu9R4/s400/04DSC_0760_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As ruas estreitas do centro de Siracusa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96u-xSbebvY/TphxS4qhpTI/AAAAAAAAH1c/noHqP3ZqyO0/s1600/05DSC_0786_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96u-xSbebvY/TphxS4qhpTI/AAAAAAAAH1c/noHqP3ZqyO0/s400/05DSC_0786_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siracusa está no litoral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3QIEUtbZ5A/Tphxrhs96lI/AAAAAAAAH1o/6JDmBhDnLG0/s1600/06DSC_0759_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3QIEUtbZ5A/Tphxrhs96lI/AAAAAAAAH1o/6JDmBhDnLG0/s400/06DSC_0759_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruínas do Templo de Apolo, do século VI a.C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_wg7Ghrj2A/Tphxrk7t6eI/AAAAAAAAH1w/WRFwy6dV5Hw/s1600/07DSC_0800_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_wg7Ghrj2A/Tphxrk7t6eI/AAAAAAAAH1w/WRFwy6dV5Hw/s400/07DSC_0800_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parque arqueológico do ouvido de Dionísio. No final da tarde tentamos visitar estas ruínas gregas, porém já havia passado do horário e o parque tinha acabado de fechar. Assim não pudemos entrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNzr4GHqizQ/Tphxr20I2LI/AAAAAAAAH2A/Nrfg7Bg3pNw/s1600/08DSC_0768_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNzr4GHqizQ/Tphxr20I2LI/AAAAAAAAH2A/Nrfg7Bg3pNw/s400/08DSC_0768_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As diversas cores do saboroso suco de laranja siciliano, que vão do amarelo ao vermelho escuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No final da tarde deixamos Siracusa e seguimos viagem até Acireale. Pouco antes de anoitecer, com o tempo aberto, pudemos ver o vulcão Etna. Ao chegar em Acireale, nos hospedamos em um bed&amp;amp;breakfast de uma família muito simpática. O dono e sua esposa haviam estado de férias no Brasil há pouco tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saímos para jantar na cidade e comemorar o aniversário do meu irmão. Passeamos um pouco pelo centro para conhecer e retornamos à pousada para dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGpHL4OuFbU/TphxsYN9L4I/AAAAAAAAH2M/jLHxnjoWPk4/s1600/09DSC_0805_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGpHL4OuFbU/TphxsYN9L4I/AAAAAAAAH2M/jLHxnjoWPk4/s400/09DSC_0805_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cattedrale di Acireale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9CbeXGnnLA/TphxspXDuQI/AAAAAAAAH2Y/K9EwK29PsWU/s1600/10DSC_0806_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9CbeXGnnLA/TphxspXDuQI/AAAAAAAAH2Y/K9EwK29PsWU/s400/10DSC_0806_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piazza del Duomo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHoN4eTnTPs/TphyCzUfvtI/AAAAAAAAH2o/GoeVEfp4PKU/s1600/11DSC_0807_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHoN4eTnTPs/TphyCzUfvtI/AAAAAAAAH2o/GoeVEfp4PKU/s400/11DSC_0807_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chiesa di San Domenico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rTdupGCyZpk/TphyDBCYJgI/AAAAAAAAH2w/1ddqjF9TiVA/s1600/12DSC_0825_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rTdupGCyZpk/TphyDBCYJgI/AAAAAAAAH2w/1ddqjF9TiVA/s400/12DSC_0825_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estávamos próximos do carnaval e por isso as ruas já estavam enfeitadas para a festa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HR-iWxvP8ps/TphyDLkq52I/AAAAAAAAH28/oYeLoWYnYl4/s1600/13DSC_0808_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HR-iWxvP8ps/TphyDLkq52I/AAAAAAAAH28/oYeLoWYnYl4/s400/13DSC_0808_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jantar: comemorando o aniversário do Rodrigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (25/02) o tempo estava nublado, o que não nos permitiu ter grandes vistas do vulcão Etna - assim tivemos que nos contentar com a vista rápida que tivemos da estrada no final do dia anterior. Deixamos Acireale de manhã e continuamos nossa viagem no rumo de Taormina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-4979138103231169611?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4979138103231169611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/siracusa-e-acireale-viagem-de-carro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4979138103231169611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4979138103231169611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/siracusa-e-acireale-viagem-de-carro.html' title='Siracusa e Acireale - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 7'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fjZb746lmI/TphxRzQwrlI/AAAAAAAAH0s/4G8kEYSIdCE/s72-c/01DSC_0770_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Sicily, Italy</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.3979297 14.6587821</georss:point><georss:box>34.1703612 9.6050711 40.625498199999996 19.7124931</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-5842854541120402921</id><published>2011-02-23T23:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:53:24.658-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italia'/><title type='text'>Modica e Noto - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos em Modica na noite de 22/02/2011, nos hospedamos em um bed&amp;breakfast e saímos para jantar no centro da cidade. Passamos por uma estrada de onde se tem uma bonita vista da cidade, onde paramos para tirar algumas fotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (23/02) deixamos a pousada de manhã e fomos passear na cidade. No caminho passamos novamente na via com vista bonita para tirar mais fotos. Depois estacionamos o carro no centro da cidade e saímos para caminhar e conhecer um pouco o lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1CDP3KBb7I/TpSA9IJbV6I/AAAAAAAAHuY/uD-704AT6bY/s1600/01DSC_0699_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1CDP3KBb7I/TpSA9IJbV6I/AAAAAAAAHuY/uD-704AT6bY/s400/01DSC_0699_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Modica (de noite)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2R4yD-xN6VA/TpSA9w05WUI/AAAAAAAAHug/uyzO9JG-0ao/s1600/02DSC_0702_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2R4yD-xN6VA/TpSA9w05WUI/AAAAAAAAHug/uyzO9JG-0ao/s400/02DSC_0702_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Modica (a mesma vista, na manhã do dia seguinte)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPKCMROdYlc/TpSA-ZbDX3I/AAAAAAAAHuo/PQ2n2gYbaAs/s1600/03DSC_0714_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPKCMROdYlc/TpSA-ZbDX3I/AAAAAAAAHuo/PQ2n2gYbaAs/s400/03DSC_0714_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duomo di San Pietro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64FHc2Mv5no/TpSA-4O-AfI/AAAAAAAAHuw/oZXkkmiCqH4/s1600/04DSC_0720_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64FHc2Mv5no/TpSA-4O-AfI/AAAAAAAAHuw/oZXkkmiCqH4/s400/04DSC_0720_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Palmeiras no centro da cidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h2C916Gu7E/TpSA_Vc_RHI/AAAAAAAAHu4/T4owIEOr6n0/s1600/05DSC_0721_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h2C916Gu7E/TpSA_Vc_RHI/AAAAAAAAHu4/T4owIEOr6n0/s400/05DSC_0721_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arcos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TN5Qv9BPMhw/TpSA_6lgGFI/AAAAAAAAHvA/PXzoQfJhoTY/s1600/06DSC_0734_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TN5Qv9BPMhw/TpSA_6lgGFI/AAAAAAAAHvA/PXzoQfJhoTY/s400/06DSC_0734_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chiesa di Santa Maria di Betlem. Ao fundo, em cima do morro, pode-se ver a torre do relógio de Modica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD_3jnGxJGw/TpSBAV9xvhI/AAAAAAAAHvI/haLOYHmz0dI/s1600/07DSC_0732_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD_3jnGxJGw/TpSBAV9xvhI/AAAAAAAAHvI/haLOYHmz0dI/s400/07DSC_0732_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parece um carrinho de brinquedo (mas é o veículo ideal para andar nas ruas estreitas dos centros antigos das cidades italianas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após nosso passeio por Modica, continuamos nossa viagem, seguindo até Noto. O tempo estava chuvoso, assim apenas pudemos dar uma caminhada rápida pela cidade. Aproveitamos também para tomar um bom sorvete italiano no centro da cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jfxW1lbHp2E/TpSBA4PDDBI/AAAAAAAAHvQ/qeQZ0rB-e78/s1600/08DSC_0738_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jfxW1lbHp2E/TpSBA4PDDBI/AAAAAAAAHvQ/qeQZ0rB-e78/s400/08DSC_0738_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arco, em Noto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yE6A3bLLuBI/TpSBBTs1q-I/AAAAAAAAHvY/pmbYGHFewn8/s1600/09DSC_0740_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yE6A3bLLuBI/TpSBBTs1q-I/AAAAAAAAHvY/pmbYGHFewn8/s400/09DSC_0740_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kD6PI0XhYOc/TpSBB0lrS2I/AAAAAAAAHvg/E4QyUA1FdcY/s1600/10DSC_0749_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kD6PI0XhYOc/TpSBB0lrS2I/AAAAAAAAHvg/E4QyUA1FdcY/s400/10DSC_0749_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chiesa di San Francesco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGkyabgv4s4/TpSBCdJXhfI/AAAAAAAAHvo/Kk294yPDdBM/s1600/11DSC_0751_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGkyabgv4s4/TpSBCdJXhfI/AAAAAAAAHvo/Kk294yPDdBM/s400/11DSC_0751_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cattedrale di Noto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De Noto continuamos a viagem até Siracusa, onde chegamos no final da tarde, debaixo de chuva. Nos hospedamos em um bed&amp;breakfast um pouco afastado da cidade. Com o tempo chuvoso decidimos ficar pela pousada de noite e comer o lanche que havíamos comprado no supermercado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-5842854541120402921?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5842854541120402921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/modica-e-noto-viagem-de-carro-pela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5842854541120402921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5842854541120402921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/modica-e-noto-viagem-de-carro-pela.html' title='Modica e Noto - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 6'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1CDP3KBb7I/TpSA9IJbV6I/AAAAAAAAHuY/uD-704AT6bY/s72-c/01DSC_0699_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Sicily, Italy</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.3979297 14.6587821</georss:point><georss:box>34.1703612 9.6050711 40.625498199999996 19.7124931</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-6999618840709898914</id><published>2011-02-22T23:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:53:06.568-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italia'/><title type='text'>Piazza Armerina, Caltagirone, Ragusa - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passamos uma noite em Piazza Armerina e na manhã de 22/02/2011 aproveitamos para passear um pouco pelo centro da cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5vNUi0pxpKU/TpNZ1UkBciI/AAAAAAAAHtw/KBH8s03DFco/s1600/01DSC_0653_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5vNUi0pxpKU/TpNZ1UkBciI/AAAAAAAAHtw/KBH8s03DFco/s400/01DSC_0653_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O centro de Piazza Armerina, destacando-se o domo da catedral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OLgyO7mtvOE/TpNZ19jwLHI/AAAAAAAAHt0/WzmUET5S-08/s1600/02DSC_0645_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OLgyO7mtvOE/TpNZ19jwLHI/AAAAAAAAHt0/WzmUET5S-08/s400/02DSC_0645_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Catedral de Piazza Armerina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6RXtcy8FnE/TpNZ2qkEVqI/AAAAAAAAHt4/dK1hosqvaew/s1600/03DSC_0654_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6RXtcy8FnE/TpNZ2qkEVqI/AAAAAAAAHt4/dK1hosqvaew/s400/03DSC_0654_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comprando laranjas: As laranjas da Sicília são deliciosas. Eles têm a laranja normal e também uma variedade cujo suco é vermelho. Muito bom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois do rápido passeio, ao sair da cidade pedimos informação sobre a estrada e o motorista de um caminhão disse para seguirmos ele, pois estava indo na mesma direção que nós. Assim, seguimos o caminhão no rumo de Gela, até que ele nos indicou a saída para a estrada que segue rumo à Caltagirone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegando em Caltagirone, estacionamos o carro e caminhamos um pouco para conhecer a cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKUGvOyB-Zw/TpNZ3KCTHkI/AAAAAAAAHt8/XWLM7p6VEbM/s1600/04DSC_0656_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKUGvOyB-Zw/TpNZ3KCTHkI/AAAAAAAAHt8/XWLM7p6VEbM/s400/04DSC_0656_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cattedrale San Giuliano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyn0VJBYPeM/TpNZ3uB2sdI/AAAAAAAAHuA/lQo94NGCdWE/s1600/05DSC_0670_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyn0VJBYPeM/TpNZ3uB2sdI/AAAAAAAAHuA/lQo94NGCdWE/s400/05DSC_0670_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A famosa escadaria de Caltagirone, com seus ladrilhos pintados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lQzvVoHKqeM/TpNZ4NIIqYI/AAAAAAAAHuE/7NTI82HvOKU/s1600/06DSC_0681_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lQzvVoHKqeM/TpNZ4NIIqYI/AAAAAAAAHuE/7NTI82HvOKU/s400/06DSC_0681_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vista de Caltagirone do alto da escadaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUnT0kNjt6o/TpNZ4hukdLI/AAAAAAAAHuI/4gypcepMZyo/s1600/07DSC_0683_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUnT0kNjt6o/TpNZ4hukdLI/AAAAAAAAHuI/4gypcepMZyo/s400/07DSC_0683_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chiesa di Santa Maria del Monte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após nosso passeio por Caltagirone, continuamos a viagem no rumo de Ragusa, onde passamos rapidamente para conhecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXzQUmu6FV4/TpNZ5HmMjyI/AAAAAAAAHuM/66koXqFgjng/s1600/08DSC_0688_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXzQUmu6FV4/TpNZ5HmMjyI/AAAAAAAAHuM/66koXqFgjng/s400/08DSC_0688_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cidade Ragusa está no alto de um morro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DkjlTzlKIU/TpNZ5tVLpsI/AAAAAAAAHuQ/PnAWG5FVNj4/s1600/09DSC_0689_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DkjlTzlKIU/TpNZ5tVLpsI/AAAAAAAAHuQ/PnAWG5FVNj4/s400/09DSC_0689_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkEh_o2aihE/TpNZ6ElvJYI/AAAAAAAAHuU/04-eMUG5Rew/s1600/10DSC_0697_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkEh_o2aihE/TpNZ6ElvJYI/AAAAAAAAHuU/04-eMUG5Rew/s400/10DSC_0697_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A catedral de Ragusa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De Ragusa seguimos viagem até Modica, onde passamos a noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-6999618840709898914?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6999618840709898914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/piazza-armerina-caltagirone-ragusa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6999618840709898914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6999618840709898914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/piazza-armerina-caltagirone-ragusa.html' title='Piazza Armerina, Caltagirone, Ragusa - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 5'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5vNUi0pxpKU/TpNZ1UkBciI/AAAAAAAAHtw/KBH8s03DFco/s72-c/01DSC_0653_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Sicily, Italy</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.3979297 14.6587821</georss:point><georss:box>34.1703612 9.6050711 40.625498199999996 19.7124931</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-4791788984597544485</id><published>2011-02-21T23:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:52:50.691-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italia'/><title type='text'>Cave di Cusa, Selinunte e Agrigento - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 20/02/2011 deixamos Mazara del Vallo e seguimos viagem. Fomos primeiramente até a zona arqueológica de Cave di Cusa, onde pudemos ver as ruínas de uma antiga pedreira, em que eram retiradas as pedras utilizadas na construção dos templos gregos de Selinunte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKgZgqIOZ-I/TpGY0ll3ykI/AAAAAAAAHtM/aHU2uf32Qow/s1600/01DSC_0496_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKgZgqIOZ-I/TpGY0ll3ykI/AAAAAAAAHtM/aHU2uf32Qow/s400/01DSC_0496_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estacionamos o carro e caminhamos pela área de Cave di Cusa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22-YOPoT5dw/TpGY1OjabtI/AAAAAAAAHtQ/tWYhsIdwiFQ/s1600/02DSC_0505_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22-YOPoT5dw/TpGY1OjabtI/AAAAAAAAHtQ/tWYhsIdwiFQ/s400/02DSC_0505_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os enormes blocos de pedra eram esculpidos e retirados de Cave di Cusa para a construção de Selinunte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após passear por Cave di Cusa continuamos a viagem até Selinunte, onde fomos conhecer o enorme parque arqueológico, com as ruínas da antiga cidade grega.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXvPhcDDecQ/TpGY1vxcPkI/AAAAAAAAHtU/wQhOFqPt70g/s1600/03DSC_0557_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXvPhcDDecQ/TpGY1vxcPkI/AAAAAAAAHtU/wQhOFqPt70g/s400/03DSC_0557_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Templo de Hera, também conhecido como “Templo E”, em Selinunte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8fQG8opBDg/TpGY2GcGEhI/AAAAAAAAHtY/eWfvXxf6rqo/s1600/04DSC_0527_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8fQG8opBDg/TpGY2GcGEhI/AAAAAAAAHtY/eWfvXxf6rqo/s400/04DSC_0527_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iJy9b7SmSQ/TpGY2ibryeI/AAAAAAAAHtc/nRUppYdO_3c/s1600/05DSC_0558_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iJy9b7SmSQ/TpGY2ibryeI/AAAAAAAAHtc/nRUppYdO_3c/s400/05DSC_0558_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Templo de Hera, em Selinunte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qIjK2nybhbw/TpGY3ejDVlI/AAAAAAAAHtg/7daYRWK87X4/s1600/06DSC_0571_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qIjK2nybhbw/TpGY3ejDVlI/AAAAAAAAHtg/7daYRWK87X4/s400/06DSC_0571_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selinunte: Ruínas da antiga cidade grega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbEaCl-H5zI/TpGY32-lFxI/AAAAAAAAHtk/010Y3RFbwDg/s1600/07DSC_0580_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbEaCl-H5zI/TpGY32-lFxI/AAAAAAAAHtk/010Y3RFbwDg/s400/07DSC_0580_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Improvisando um lanche no final da tarde, na saída do parque arqueológico de Selinunte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, continuamos nossa viagem até Agrigento, onde chegamos já de noite. Encontramos uma pousada para ficar e saímos para jantar. Combinamos com o Dani (amigo do meu irmão) e sua namorada de nos encontrar novamente e jantarmos juntos. Fomos num restaurante chamado Spizzulio, cujo dono, chamado Carmelo, era uma grande figura. Ele trabalhava sozinho no restaurante: Cozinhava, servia, limpava e ainda batia papo. E a comida estava muito boa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (21/02) fomos até o Vale dos Templos de Agrigento. Eu, meu irmão e a Alicia não entramos, mas a Deise e meus pais entraram e conheceram o parque arqueológico grego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMFgAdtyvxo/TpGY4ZgtrxI/AAAAAAAAHto/zLVIJGD--YA/s1600/08DSC_0587_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMFgAdtyvxo/TpGY4ZgtrxI/AAAAAAAAHto/zLVIJGD--YA/s400/08DSC_0587_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruínas de templos gregos no Vale dos Templos de Agrigento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9PPRnESoE4/TpGY5PeNajI/AAAAAAAAHts/YQBatb1mvcI/s1600/09DSC_0602_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9PPRnESoE4/TpGY5PeNajI/AAAAAAAAHts/YQBatb1mvcI/s400/09DSC_0602_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Templo da Concórdia, em Agrigento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após a visita no Vale dos Templos, continuamos nossa viagem. Seguimos até Caltanisseta e então viramos no rumo de Pietraperzia. Estávamos um pouco perdidos nas estradas e paramos para pedir informação. Os silicianos costumam ser muito simpáticos e prestativos: Perguntamos para um cara que estava de carro e ele disse para seguirmos ele, pois estava indo na mesma direção que nós. Passamos por Barrafranca e chegamos no fim da tarde em Piazza Armerina, onde nos hospedamos em um bed&amp;breakfast logo na entrada da cidade. De noite fomos jantar no Gianna, um pequeno restaurante onde o dono cozinha uma comida caseira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-4791788984597544485?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4791788984597544485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/cave-di-cusa-selinunte-e-agrigento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4791788984597544485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4791788984597544485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/cave-di-cusa-selinunte-e-agrigento.html' title='Cave di Cusa, Selinunte e Agrigento - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 4'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKgZgqIOZ-I/TpGY0ll3ykI/AAAAAAAAHtM/aHU2uf32Qow/s72-c/01DSC_0496_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Sicily, Italy</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.3979297 14.6587821</georss:point><georss:box>34.1703612 9.6050711 40.625498199999996 19.7124931</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-5094615271481221655</id><published>2011-02-20T15:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:51:59.477-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italia'/><title type='text'>Trapani, Marsala e Mazara del Vallo - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 19/02/2011 deixamos Erice e seguimos viagem, descendo até a cidade de Trapani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcYDo-XUejA/ToXo9YRNL6I/AAAAAAAAHsw/QuF2FmzEPL0/s1600/01DSC_0449_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcYDo-XUejA/ToXo9YRNL6I/AAAAAAAAHsw/QuF2FmzEPL0/s400/01DSC_0449_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trapani é uma cidade litorânea no noroeste da Sicília. Nesta foto, ao fundo, pode-se ver a montanha onde está a pequena cidade de Erice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BuKB4Eiut4/ToXo914bWII/AAAAAAAAHs0/lszhzTjBcLw/s1600/02DSC_0453_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BuKB4Eiut4/ToXo914bWII/AAAAAAAAHs0/lszhzTjBcLw/s400/02DSC_0453_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trapani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjrGXlLMDFU/ToXo-a3cN9I/AAAAAAAAHs4/wZMHrCv5yVM/s1600/03DSC_0456_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjrGXlLMDFU/ToXo-a3cN9I/AAAAAAAAHs4/wZMHrCv5yVM/s400/03DSC_0456_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após passear um pouco por Trapani, continuamos nossa viagem no rumo sul, passando por algumas salinas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm27CCsp9u8/ToXo_btF6GI/AAAAAAAAHs8/A7uPbHZsnKQ/s1600/04DSC_0469_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm27CCsp9u8/ToXo_btF6GI/AAAAAAAAHs8/A7uPbHZsnKQ/s400/04DSC_0469_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salina Infersa, do século XVI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um pouco mais adiante, chegamos em Marsala, onde estacionamos o carro e saímos para caminhar e conhecer a cidade. Andamos pelo centro e depois, no final da tarde, visitamos o Museo Archeologico Baglio Anselmi, que tem os restos de um barco cartaginês do século III a.C. e mais uma série de outras peças interessantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SwGFrGENKc/ToXo_5QNH5I/AAAAAAAAHtA/svVwiFEehlA/s1600/05DSC_0483_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SwGFrGENKc/ToXo_5QNH5I/AAAAAAAAHtA/svVwiFEehlA/s400/05DSC_0483_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chiesa Madre, Marsala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rF-3F3x46Ns/ToXpAehtRrI/AAAAAAAAHtE/E5oUpMNWe7A/s1600/06DSC_0478_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rF-3F3x46Ns/ToXpAehtRrI/AAAAAAAAHtE/E5oUpMNWe7A/s400/06DSC_0478_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Postes de iluminação enfeitados com flores, em Marsala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqmc-RduZ3g/ToXpAwhCpyI/AAAAAAAAHtI/6her1VyRBd0/s1600/07DSC_0480_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqmc-RduZ3g/ToXpAwhCpyI/AAAAAAAAHtI/6her1VyRBd0/s400/07DSC_0480_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixamos Marsala quando estava escurecendo e então seguimos até Mazara del Vallo, onde passamos a noite. Encontramos novamente o Dani e sua namorada e jantamos todos em um restaurante cheio de gente, que servia um buffet. Dormimos em uma pousada cujo dono era uma figura engraçada. No dia seguinte (20/02) não encontrávamos ele para pagar e entregar as chaves. Acabamos deixando o dinheiro e as chaves em cima da mesa dentro do quarto, fechamos a porta e fomos embora, continuando nossa viagem rumo às ruínas de Selinunte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-5094615271481221655?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5094615271481221655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/trapani-marsala-e-mazara-del-vallo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5094615271481221655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5094615271481221655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/trapani-marsala-e-mazara-del-vallo.html' title='Trapani, Marsala e Mazara del Vallo - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 3'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcYDo-XUejA/ToXo9YRNL6I/AAAAAAAAHsw/QuF2FmzEPL0/s72-c/01DSC_0449_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Sicily, Italy</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.3979297 14.6587821</georss:point><georss:box>34.1703612 9.6050711 40.625498199999996 19.7124931</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-1816428571757514173</id><published>2011-02-19T20:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:51:39.797-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italia'/><title type='text'>Erice - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erice é uma pequena cidade localizada no topo do Monte Eryx, 750m acima do nível do mar, e que dá origem ao seu nome. Por estar em cima de uma montanha isolada, tem-se bonitas vistas das outras cidades ao redor e também do mar. A cidade é conhecida por suas igrejas e monastérios e também pelas ruínas de um antigo castelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos em Erice no final da tarde de 17/02/2011 e fomos presenteados com uma bonita vista do anoitecer. Procuramos uma pousada, onde nos instalamos. Na tentativa de chegar com o carro o mais perto possível da pousada, quase entalamos o carro nas ruas estreitas da cidade. Foi uma trabalheira para conseguir tirar o carro, em que até os locais nos ajudaram orientando nas manobras. Centímetro a centímetro, depois de mais de hora de sufoco, conseguimos finalmente tirar o carro ileso. De noite saímos para jantar. O tempo fechou e a neblina cobriu a cidade, dando um ar misterioso às ruas de pedra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (18/02) o tempo estava horrível, chovendo e ventando, sem nenhuma visibilidade. Decidimos passar mais uma noite em Erice. No outro dia (19/02), o tempo felizmente melhorou e pudemos passear mais pela cidade e conhecer este belo lugar. Encontramos o Dani, um amigo do meu irmão, que estava viajando com sua namorada pela Sicília. Por volta das 13:00 deixamos Erice e continuamos nossa viagem, descendo até Trapani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jFT790aRPY/ToOg0-lPg1I/AAAAAAAAHsA/XyFdTklfyX8/s1600/01DSC_0363_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jFT790aRPY/ToOg0-lPg1I/AAAAAAAAHsA/XyFdTklfyX8/s400/01DSC_0363_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vista de Erice ao anoitecer. Lá embaixo pode-se ver a cidade de Trapani e o mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okfPY8vLtLM/ToOg1aFQ85I/AAAAAAAAHsE/b9PrVIKpmlE/s1600/02DSC_0371_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okfPY8vLtLM/ToOg1aFQ85I/AAAAAAAAHsE/b9PrVIKpmlE/s400/02DSC_0371_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caminhando de noite pelas ruas de Erice sob a neblina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhCd7BKqpT8/ToOg140pt-I/AAAAAAAAHsI/8vW6dF1B_k0/s1600/03DSC_0380_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhCd7BKqpT8/ToOg140pt-I/AAAAAAAAHsI/8vW6dF1B_k0/s400/03DSC_0380_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjiN1sxqju4/ToOg2clFRiI/AAAAAAAAHsM/pgh7d7E0X0M/s1600/04DSC_0437_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjiN1sxqju4/ToOg2clFRiI/AAAAAAAAHsM/pgh7d7E0X0M/s400/04DSC_0437_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erice está situada no alto de uma montanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viCZXVOErUw/ToOg3A9PfGI/AAAAAAAAHsQ/ILAqEVKE5eg/s1600/05DSC_0393_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viCZXVOErUw/ToOg3A9PfGI/AAAAAAAAHsQ/ILAqEVKE5eg/s400/05DSC_0393_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhando no rumo nordeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2823ns9iRE/ToOg3tiGPbI/AAAAAAAAHsU/048iqkpvvAI/s1600/06DSC_0384_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2823ns9iRE/ToOg3tiGPbI/AAAAAAAAHsU/048iqkpvvAI/s400/06DSC_0384_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monte Cofano (659m), visto de Erice (olhando no rumo nordeste)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWX3XsAQJrQ/ToOg4N7tYoI/AAAAAAAAHsY/l008z4asPZQ/s1600/07DSC_0418_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWX3XsAQJrQ/ToOg4N7tYoI/AAAAAAAAHsY/l008z4asPZQ/s400/07DSC_0418_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As ruas estreitas de Erice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BILKc0tHgsI/ToOg42pBvvI/AAAAAAAAHsc/0nymsXU-jz8/s1600/08DSC_0397_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BILKc0tHgsI/ToOg42pBvvI/AAAAAAAAHsc/0nymsXU-jz8/s400/08DSC_0397_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi4YmLVUrCs/ToOg5Rs50zI/AAAAAAAAHsg/3Zkt2z3MzU4/s1600/09DSC_0413_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi4YmLVUrCs/ToOg5Rs50zI/AAAAAAAAHsg/3Zkt2z3MzU4/s400/09DSC_0413_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chiesa Madre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrBmnuenYkU/ToOg574atLI/AAAAAAAAHsk/7vdOxipuPgg/s1600/10DSC_0415_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrBmnuenYkU/ToOg574atLI/AAAAAAAAHsk/7vdOxipuPgg/s400/10DSC_0415_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chiesa Madre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4MyMmOvkQo/ToOg6QzRLBI/AAAAAAAAHso/-tml0akjgdw/s1600/11DSC_0421_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4MyMmOvkQo/ToOg6QzRLBI/AAAAAAAAHso/-tml0akjgdw/s400/11DSC_0421_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Castello di Venere (Castelo de Vênus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OD6w1IGvY_4/ToOg66LAdjI/AAAAAAAAHss/68N034Gxtq4/s1600/12DSC_0447_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OD6w1IGvY_4/ToOg66LAdjI/AAAAAAAAHss/68N034Gxtq4/s400/12DSC_0447_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-1816428571757514173?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1816428571757514173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/erice-sicilia-viagem-de-carro-pela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1816428571757514173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1816428571757514173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/erice-sicilia-viagem-de-carro-pela.html' title='Erice - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 2'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jFT790aRPY/ToOg0-lPg1I/AAAAAAAAHsA/XyFdTklfyX8/s72-c/01DSC_0363_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Erice, Italy</georss:featurename><georss:point>38.0364785 12.583763</georss:point><georss:box>37.636281000000004 11.952048999999999 38.436676 13.215477</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-7576819603754510281</id><published>2011-02-17T22:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:51:13.209-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italia'/><title type='text'>Castellammare del Golfo, Scopello e San Vito Lo Capo - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na manhã de 17/02/2011 pegamos um vôo de Barcelona para Palermo, na Sicilia, onde faríamos um giro de carro pela ilha nos próximos dias. No aeroporto de Palermo alugamos uma van, para caber nós seis (eu, a Deise, meus pais, meu irmão e a Alicia), e iniciamos nossa viagem rumo ao noroeste da ilha. Passamos por Castellammare del Golfo, onde paramos para comprar pizza. Fomos comer no alto de um mirante, de onde se tem uma belíssima vista do povoado. O tempo estava aberto e o dia estava lindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnsIvbNN5d0/ToDtWADl2dI/AAAAAAAAHrk/XZFuMYyfYm4/s1600/01DSC_0331_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnsIvbNN5d0/ToDtWADl2dI/AAAAAAAAHrk/XZFuMYyfYm4/s400/01DSC_0331_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Castellammare del Golfo vista do mirante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGV_2faN_cU/ToDtWhA9JsI/AAAAAAAAHro/yDN8Ax51UW4/s1600/02DSC_0330_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGV_2faN_cU/ToDtWhA9JsI/AAAAAAAAHro/yDN8Ax51UW4/s400/02DSC_0330_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após nosso almoço de beira de estrada, curtindo o visual, seguimos viagem, passando por Scopello:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgYfMHxTa7U/ToDtXAQEtqI/AAAAAAAAHrs/q4mXx2neNAM/s1600/03DSC_0339_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgYfMHxTa7U/ToDtXAQEtqI/AAAAAAAAHrs/q4mXx2neNAM/s400/03DSC_0339_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scopello é um pequeno vilarejo, com praias bonitas e falésias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então continuamos até San Vito Lo Capo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIqKgxuL1fI/ToDtXbra5PI/AAAAAAAAHrw/hHzFP_29WeY/s1600/04DSC_0342_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIqKgxuL1fI/ToDtXbra5PI/AAAAAAAAHrw/hHzFP_29WeY/s400/04DSC_0342_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;San Vito Lo Capo é um bonito vilarejo, localizado em um cabo, com imponentes paredes rochosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIG3QstWoVk/ToDtX3vTXMI/AAAAAAAAHr0/64epyBn3gHY/s1600/05DSC_0343_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIG3QstWoVk/ToDtX3vTXMI/AAAAAAAAHr0/64epyBn3gHY/s400/05DSC_0343_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wclvk2AfAtQ/ToDtYVvuxOI/AAAAAAAAHr4/LgfDG94KxZc/s1600/06DSC_0346_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wclvk2AfAtQ/ToDtYVvuxOI/AAAAAAAAHr4/LgfDG94KxZc/s400/06DSC_0346_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nossa van&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xL1nIeAsyNE/ToDtY0UCKGI/AAAAAAAAHr8/FkOzF6WUxBc/s1600/07DSC_0357_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xL1nIeAsyNE/ToDtY0UCKGI/AAAAAAAAHr8/FkOzF6WUxBc/s400/07DSC_0357_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chiesa Madre di San Vito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de passear um pouco por San Vito, continuamos até Erice, onde chegamos no finalzinho de tarde e passamos a noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-7576819603754510281?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7576819603754510281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/castellammare-del-golfo-scopello-e-san.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/7576819603754510281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/7576819603754510281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/castellammare-del-golfo-scopello-e-san.html' title='Castellammare del Golfo, Scopello e San Vito Lo Capo - Viagem de carro pela Sicilia (Italia) - Parte 1'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnsIvbNN5d0/ToDtWADl2dI/AAAAAAAAHrk/XZFuMYyfYm4/s72-c/01DSC_0331_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Sicily, Italy</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.3979297 14.6587821</georss:point><georss:box>34.1703612 9.6050711 40.625498199999996 19.7124931</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-8399517958566294250</id><published>2011-02-17T09:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:50:32.088-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Estella, Puente la Reina, Pamplona, Tudela e Barcelona (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 15/02/2011, depois de passarmos a noite em Estella, partimos cedo para um longo dia de viagem. Passamos por Puente la Reina, uma pequena cidade conhecida por sua ponte medieval, construída para a passagem dos peregrinos que estão no Caminho de Santiago (Puente la Reina está na junção do caminho francês com o caminho aragonês).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL_skLftOQk/TnPMsbM0owI/AAAAAAAAHrc/KQiAqhW7-qM/s1600/DSC_2322_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL_skLftOQk/TnPMsbM0owI/AAAAAAAAHrc/KQiAqhW7-qM/s400/DSC_2322_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puente la Reina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após nossa passagem rápida por Puente la Reina, seguimos até Pamplona, onde eu queria comprar um sax, que havia visto com um bom preço, quando passamos por lá anteriormente. De Pamplona seguimos viagem no rumo de Tudela, onde paramos para conhecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U_EMLeJhOiM/TnPMs2_FOuI/AAAAAAAAHrg/hUHNRldr6Oc/s1600/DSC_2326_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U_EMLeJhOiM/TnPMs2_FOuI/AAAAAAAAHrg/hUHNRldr6Oc/s400/DSC_2326_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catedral de la Virgen Maria, em Tudela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após caminhar um pouco pelo centro de Tudela e tomar um café em um bar basco (o único que estava aberto na hora da siesta), continuamos nossa viagem. A princípio pensamos em parar para dormir em algum pueblo antes de Barcelona. No entanto, acabamos seguindo até Barcelona mesmo, onde chegamos de noite, cansados pela longa viagem. Nos hospedamos em um aparthotel, onde passamos duas noites, antes de partir rumo ao nosso próximo destino: a Sicília.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-8399517958566294250?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8399517958566294250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/estella-puente-la-reina-pamplona-tudela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/8399517958566294250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/8399517958566294250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/estella-puente-la-reina-pamplona-tudela.html' title='Estella, Puente la Reina, Pamplona, Tudela e Barcelona (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 19'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL_skLftOQk/TnPMsbM0owI/AAAAAAAAHrc/KQiAqhW7-qM/s72-c/DSC_2322_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-1962167739126728197</id><published>2011-02-14T22:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:46:38.852-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Logroño (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logroño é uma grande cidade, com cerca de 150 mil habitantes, capital da província de La Rioja. Chegamos em Logroño no final da tarde de 14/02/2011, vindos de Segovia. Caminhamos pelo centro da cidade para conhecer. Jantamos e depois, já de noite, decidimos seguir viagem até Estella, onde dormimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTLYCDM1ANE/TnIt58x0IAI/AAAAAAAAHrQ/TOL56TNHcNA/s1600/DSC_2302_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTLYCDM1ANE/TnIt58x0IAI/AAAAAAAAHrQ/TOL56TNHcNA/s400/DSC_2302_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catedral Santa María de la Redonda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bUr65ysfLI/TnIt6WKb0yI/AAAAAAAAHrU/JV322WEM8WI/s1600/DSC_2307_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bUr65ysfLI/TnIt6WKb0yI/AAAAAAAAHrU/JV322WEM8WI/s400/DSC_2307_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calle de los Portales, em Logroño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zObCl6Sg-j0/TnIt68iUHHI/AAAAAAAAHrY/2hgxs54OjOU/s1600/DSC_2320_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zObCl6Sg-j0/TnIt68iUHHI/AAAAAAAAHrY/2hgxs54OjOU/s400/DSC_2320_ALT02.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calle de los Portales, com a catedral ao fundo, à direita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-1962167739126728197?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1962167739126728197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/logrono-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1962167739126728197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1962167739126728197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/logrono-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html' title='Logroño (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 18'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTLYCDM1ANE/TnIt58x0IAI/AAAAAAAAHrQ/TOL56TNHcNA/s72-c/DSC_2302_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Logroño, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.4657764 -2.4499946</georss:point><georss:box>42.372070400000005 -2.6079231000000003 42.5594824 -2.2920661</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-2679685352647666896</id><published>2011-02-14T13:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:45:43.472-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Segovia (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos em Segovia na tarde de 13/02/2011, vindos de Ávila, que está próxima. Primeiramente estacionamos o carro fora do centro antigo e, então, caminhamos em busca de uma pousada. Subimos até o centro antigo (a cidade murada está no alto de um morro), olhamos alguns hotéis, pesquisamos os preços e finalmente escolhemos um. Eu e meu irmão fomos então buscar o carro. O centro antigo é um verdadeiro laberinto e as ruas são bastante estreitas. Levar nossa enorme van até próximo do hotel foi um stress, mas felizmente o carro chegou ileso. O tempo estava chuvoso, o que prejudicou um pouco nosso passeio. No dia seguinte (14/02) caminhamos mais um pouco pelo centro antigo, depois fomos de carro até o aqueduto e então seguimos viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3KhJeFXjrk/TnDZNU1abYI/AAAAAAAAHrE/GbajNC7aOcs/s1600/DSC_2274_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3KhJeFXjrk/TnDZNU1abYI/AAAAAAAAHrE/GbajNC7aOcs/s400/DSC_2274_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A muralha e o centro antigo de Segovia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy15cvm05KE/TnDZOAc8KZI/AAAAAAAAHrI/5eSz-6BHjp8/s1600/DSC_2286_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy15cvm05KE/TnDZOAc8KZI/AAAAAAAAHrI/5eSz-6BHjp8/s400/DSC_2286_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alcázar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YTQwuYwJqgE/TnDZOuyiQrI/AAAAAAAAHrM/82ksygyJTHU/s1600/DSC_2290_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YTQwuYwJqgE/TnDZOuyiQrI/AAAAAAAAHrM/82ksygyJTHU/s400/DSC_2290_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aqueduto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obs.: Eu e a Deise já havíamos estado em Segovia no final de 2008. Para ver as fotos da primeira vez que estivemos lá, clique &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2009/02/segovia_18.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-2679685352647666896?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2679685352647666896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/segovia-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2679685352647666896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2679685352647666896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/segovia-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html' title='Segovia (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 17'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3KhJeFXjrk/TnDZNU1abYI/AAAAAAAAHrE/GbajNC7aOcs/s72-c/DSC_2274_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Segóvia, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.9494272 -4.1192092</georss:point><georss:box>40.5656727 -4.7509232 41.333181700000004 -3.4874952</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-7189873984329023343</id><published>2011-02-13T20:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:45:09.015-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Ávila (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ávila é uma antiga cidade murada, com um bonito centro histórico. Está localizada relativamente próxima de Madrid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos em Ávila no final da tarde de 12/02/2011, vindos de Santiago de Compostela. Nos hospedamos em uma pousada dentro da parte murada da cidade e, de noite, saímos para jantar e caminhar um pouco para conhecer o lugar. No dia seguinte (13/02) aproveitamos a manhã para andar mais um pouco pela cidade e, por volta do meio dia, deixamos Ávila e fomos para Segovia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uP52murrmbA/Tm5Amq9ec6I/AAAAAAAAHqs/G3Y7nmnF8MQ/s1600/01DSC_2248_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uP52murrmbA/Tm5Amq9ec6I/AAAAAAAAHqs/G3Y7nmnF8MQ/s400/01DSC_2248_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A muralha de Ávila, no final da tarde, e com um restinho de neve no chão. Ávila está a mais de 1100m de altitude e por isso faz frio no inverno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRhp1u6jlqs/Tm5AnLSqjFI/AAAAAAAAHqw/VojY1v8E5W0/s1600/02DSC_2250_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRhp1u6jlqs/Tm5AnLSqjFI/AAAAAAAAHqw/VojY1v8E5W0/s400/02DSC_2250_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3R6AmCMS9vI/Tm5Ano1ZWLI/AAAAAAAAHq0/qIGbj-FX9HY/s1600/03DSC09364_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3R6AmCMS9vI/Tm5Ano1ZWLI/AAAAAAAAHq0/qIGbj-FX9HY/s400/03DSC09364_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Igreja no centro antigo de Ávila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7wrDS_agpoY/Tm5AoNg1c8I/AAAAAAAAHq4/6g1kUqp6QFQ/s1600/04DSC_2259_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7wrDS_agpoY/Tm5AoNg1c8I/AAAAAAAAHq4/6g1kUqp6QFQ/s400/04DSC_2259_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catedral de Ávila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82QkoVKkU-M/Tm5AoihB9_I/AAAAAAAAHq8/Af0-Rh2KZrw/s1600/05DSC_2260_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82QkoVKkU-M/Tm5AoihB9_I/AAAAAAAAHq8/Af0-Rh2KZrw/s400/05DSC_2260_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O prédio do Ayuntamiento de Ávila, na Plaza del Mercado Chico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCmmCrVk2Mc/Tm5ApKzwsxI/AAAAAAAAHrA/rTRjFYot7wY/s1600/06DSC_2262_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCmmCrVk2Mc/Tm5ApKzwsxI/AAAAAAAAHrA/rTRjFYot7wY/s400/06DSC_2262_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-7189873984329023343?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7189873984329023343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/avila-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/7189873984329023343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/7189873984329023343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/avila-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html' title='Ávila (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 16'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uP52murrmbA/Tm5Amq9ec6I/AAAAAAAAHqs/G3Y7nmnF8MQ/s72-c/01DSC_2248_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Ávila, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.6564225 -4.7003224</georss:point><georss:box>40.270957499999994 -5.3320364 41.0418875 -4.0686084000000005</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-2401823428896029193</id><published>2011-02-12T23:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:44:37.669-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Cabo Finisterra (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Cabo Finisterra (em galego: Fisterra; em espanhol: Finisterre) está na costa oeste da Galícia. Seu nome deriva da expressão latina finis terrae, isto é "fim das terras", pois antigamente o cabo era considerado por muitos como o ponto mais ocidental da Europa continental. No entanto, atualmente sabe-se que o extremo ocidental é na verdade o Cabo da Roca, em Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Cabo Finisterra é a destinação final de muitos peregrinos que fazem o Caminho de Santigo. Porém, acredita-se que a origem das peregrinações ao cabo é anterior ao cristianismo. Há vários locais sagrados dos celtas na região e, no próprio Finisterra, há um altar celta de adoração ao sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 11/02/2011 nós saímos de Santiago de Compostela para um passeio de um dia. O tempo não colaborou muito, pois estava bastante chuvoso, mas mesmo assim pudemos conhecer um pouco a região. Primeiramente percorremos um circuito (um verdadeiro labirinto de estradas secundárias) que passa por vários dolmens celtas. Passamos por uma série de pequenos vilarejos e seguimos até o Cabo Finisterra. Na volta fizemos outro caminho, um pouco mais para o sul, contornando o litoral, que forma nesta área uma série de enseadas. Passamos por alguns vilarejos até chegar novamente em Santiago de Compostela, onde dormimos mais uma noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hB4-bj4VHEE/TmT1r4prl9I/AAAAAAAAHpQ/3fBUAkpj4_E/s1600/01DSC_2237_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hB4-bj4VHEE/TmT1r4prl9I/AAAAAAAAHpQ/3fBUAkpj4_E/s400/01DSC_2237_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Construções de pedra, típicas nesta região&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cKPdmqdvns/TmT1svyKcVI/AAAAAAAAHpU/x7gpGVgW1lA/s1600/02DSC07870_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cKPdmqdvns/TmT1svyKcVI/AAAAAAAAHpU/x7gpGVgW1lA/s400/02DSC07870_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fugindo da chuva, embaixo de um dolmen celta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZRxP9HG-Yw/TmT1tSFrRPI/AAAAAAAAHpY/iBWbavpxyOY/s1600/03DSC_2239_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZRxP9HG-Yw/TmT1tSFrRPI/AAAAAAAAHpY/iBWbavpxyOY/s400/03DSC_2239_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabo Finisterra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5X-4rnBjVNE/TmT1uHu4RbI/AAAAAAAAHpc/M5bmh5AFzTw/s1600/04DSC_2243_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5X-4rnBjVNE/TmT1uHu4RbI/AAAAAAAAHpc/M5bmh5AFzTw/s400/04DSC_2243_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Igreja em Muros, um bonito vilarejo litorâneo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-2401823428896029193?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2401823428896029193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/cabo-finisterra-espanha-viagem-de-carro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2401823428896029193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2401823428896029193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/cabo-finisterra-espanha-viagem-de-carro.html' title='Cabo Finisterra (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 15'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hB4-bj4VHEE/TmT1r4prl9I/AAAAAAAAHpQ/3fBUAkpj4_E/s72-c/01DSC_2237_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Cape Finisterre, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.9050668 -9.2643379</georss:point><georss:box>42.8585438 -9.343301899999998 42.9515898 -9.1853739</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-1513617216801793889</id><published>2011-02-12T16:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:43:14.872-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Santiago de Compostela (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Santiago de Compostela é a capital da Galícia, no noroeste da Espanha. A cidade é mundialmente conhecida pelos peregrinos que percorrem os chamados “caminhos de santiago” rumo a sua catedral, local onde se diz estar o túmulo de São Tiago, apóstolo de Cristo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos em Santiago no final da tarde de 09/02/2011, vindos de Oviedo. No dia seguinte (10/02) caminhamos pelo bonito centro histórico da cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8VZynSXqtY/Tl-1EtV6fxI/AAAAAAAAHoI/ClZweZSY_XU/s1600/01DSC_2120_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8VZynSXqtY/Tl-1EtV6fxI/AAAAAAAAHoI/ClZweZSY_XU/s400/01DSC_2120_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casas em uma das ruas de sobe até a catedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zERS6SrYPtg/Tl-1FKO9NYI/AAAAAAAAHoM/JZrtvw0sw8g/s1600/02DSC_2131_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zERS6SrYPtg/Tl-1FKO9NYI/AAAAAAAAHoM/JZrtvw0sw8g/s400/02DSC_2131_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nós e a Catedral de Santiago de Compostela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xZOcuVcl1A/Tl-1FzzGnyI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/8qqMzS6Oi1s/s1600/03DSC_2134_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xZOcuVcl1A/Tl-1FzzGnyI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/8qqMzS6Oi1s/s400/03DSC_2134_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Detalhe da fachada da catedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYSoPNzUOxE/Tl-1GYDPmMI/AAAAAAAAHoU/ws5yzAixK5g/s1600/04DSC_2146_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYSoPNzUOxE/Tl-1GYDPmMI/AAAAAAAAHoU/ws5yzAixK5g/s400/04DSC_2146_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E14SfK8AckY/Tl-1G2to-iI/AAAAAAAAHoY/EKvyITMEOlc/s1600/05DSC_2138_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E14SfK8AckY/Tl-1G2to-iI/AAAAAAAAHoY/EKvyITMEOlc/s400/05DSC_2138_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Palacio de Rajoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpX88ERbKc8/Tl-1HegFv1I/AAAAAAAAHoc/sZc1I9OnB_I/s1600/06DSC_2148_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpX88ERbKc8/Tl-1HegFv1I/AAAAAAAAHoc/sZc1I9OnB_I/s400/06DSC_2148_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colexio de Santiago Alfeo (Colegio de Fonseca)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iA3ZBLLTRX0/Tl-1IA-mzWI/AAAAAAAAHog/EpYkY7malNI/s1600/07DSC_2151_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iA3ZBLLTRX0/Tl-1IA-mzWI/AAAAAAAAHog/EpYkY7malNI/s400/07DSC_2151_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelas ruas do centro antigo de Santiago, com a catedral ao fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVVegIZZEgk/Tl-1InpyPrI/AAAAAAAAHok/43V9NC3TkT4/s1600/08DSC_2162_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVVegIZZEgk/Tl-1InpyPrI/AAAAAAAAHok/43V9NC3TkT4/s400/08DSC_2162_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rúa Nueva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKL1qN09uIg/Tl-1JEOA5FI/AAAAAAAAHoo/EYaAT77WToo/s1600/09DSC_2167_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKL1qN09uIg/Tl-1JEOA5FI/AAAAAAAAHoo/EYaAT77WToo/s400/09DSC_2167_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iglesia de Santa María Salomé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slKyxonGOUA/Tl-1JoM7qOI/AAAAAAAAHos/lj61ShaQNYI/s1600/10DSC_2169_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slKyxonGOUA/Tl-1JoM7qOI/AAAAAAAAHos/lj61ShaQNYI/s400/10DSC_2169_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rúa Nueva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xC89RmjMG7M/Tl-1KCrPYeI/AAAAAAAAHow/xQ-RpdaMGf8/s1600/11DSC_2172_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xC89RmjMG7M/Tl-1KCrPYeI/AAAAAAAAHow/xQ-RpdaMGf8/s400/11DSC_2172_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catedral, vista da Plaza Plateria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUMa9VFlJ_Q/Tl-1KnXJA2I/AAAAAAAAHo0/h1HD40F9nVg/s1600/12DSC_2190_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUMa9VFlJ_Q/Tl-1KnXJA2I/AAAAAAAAHo0/h1HD40F9nVg/s400/12DSC_2190_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plaza Literarios e a catedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NqetyDsmNk/Tl-1LHm4TOI/AAAAAAAAHo4/lZzcIVrdD1M/s1600/13DSC_2205_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NqetyDsmNk/Tl-1LHm4TOI/AAAAAAAAHo4/lZzcIVrdD1M/s400/13DSC_2205_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Janelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIOz6HWfHXg/Tl-1L6FXL2I/AAAAAAAAHo8/MPO7A1_qrwE/s1600/14DSC_2209_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIOz6HWfHXg/Tl-1L6FXL2I/AAAAAAAAHo8/MPO7A1_qrwE/s400/14DSC_2209_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iglesia de San Miguel dos Agros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVJNyy8KqWg/Tl-1MYki75I/AAAAAAAAHpA/IDdMGR646F8/s1600/15DSC_2214_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVJNyy8KqWg/Tl-1MYki75I/AAAAAAAAHpA/IDdMGR646F8/s400/15DSC_2214_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monasterio de San Martín Pinario&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSk0RVWe2rA/Tl-1NdOerII/AAAAAAAAHpE/zAPcgLJPuzw/s1600/16DSC_2227_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSk0RVWe2rA/Tl-1NdOerII/AAAAAAAAHpE/zAPcgLJPuzw/s400/16DSC_2227_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3zvL_S-4-o/Tl-1N93XxfI/AAAAAAAAHpI/Psnyedj_spE/s1600/17DSC_2229_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3zvL_S-4-o/Tl-1N93XxfI/AAAAAAAAHpI/Psnyedj_spE/s400/17DSC_2229_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Convento de San Francisco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EetBkPjZN8/Tl-1OWLuzII/AAAAAAAAHpM/lh_DpOC4FHE/s1600/18DSC_2230_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EetBkPjZN8/Tl-1OWLuzII/AAAAAAAAHpM/lh_DpOC4FHE/s400/18DSC_2230_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lado de trás do Palacio de Rajoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No outro dia (11/02) fomos conhecer o Cabo Finisterra e outras cidades da região. Passamos o dia fora, andando de carro e conhecendo vários lugares, e de noite voltamos para dormir em Santiago. No dia seguinte (12/02) deixamos Santiago e continuamos nossa viagem, seguindo rumo a Ávila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-1513617216801793889?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1513617216801793889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/santiago-de-compostela-espanha-viagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1513617216801793889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1513617216801793889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/santiago-de-compostela-espanha-viagem.html' title='Santiago de Compostela (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 14'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8VZynSXqtY/Tl-1EtV6fxI/AAAAAAAAHoI/ClZweZSY_XU/s72-c/01DSC_2120_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Santiago de Compostela, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.8804471 -8.5463034</georss:point><georss:box>42.1358696 -9.8097309 43.625024599999996 -7.2828759</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-8521599458048848546</id><published>2011-02-09T21:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:29:09.393-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Oviedo (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oviedo é a capital das Astúrias. Tem cerca de 200 mil habitantes e é uma cidade muito bonita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos na noite de 08/02/2011, depois de um belo dia de viagem desde Burgos. Nos hospedamos no hotel Etap, que está relativamente próximo do centro histórico de Oviedo. Jantamos em um restaurante perto do hotel e, no dia seguinte (09/02), saímos para caminhar e conhecer a cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZYnuceYKUA/Tl5MFlPAEfI/AAAAAAAAHnM/mbA8VnvAAcU/s1600/01DSC_2104_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZYnuceYKUA/Tl5MFlPAEfI/AAAAAAAAHnM/mbA8VnvAAcU/s400/01DSC_2104_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iglesia de San Juan Bautista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5mahhs-TnI/Tl5MGPyUHLI/AAAAAAAAHnQ/0cZJD1KfzVc/s1600/02DSC_2105_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5mahhs-TnI/Tl5MGPyUHLI/AAAAAAAAHnQ/0cZJD1KfzVc/s400/02DSC_2105_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catedral de Oviedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqecoxQlmq4/Tl5MGv-eccI/AAAAAAAAHnU/CsGg2Dwv1Ww/s1600/03DSC_2108_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqecoxQlmq4/Tl5MGv-eccI/AAAAAAAAHnU/CsGg2Dwv1Ww/s400/03DSC_2108_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otovzouMQ3A/Tl5MHOPXJ0I/AAAAAAAAHnY/oYM2GiVjnVA/s1600/04DSC_2110_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otovzouMQ3A/Tl5MHOPXJ0I/AAAAAAAAHnY/oYM2GiVjnVA/s400/04DSC_2110_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caminhando nas ruas do centro de Oviedo. Ao fundo está a torre do relógio do prédio do Ayuntamiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FDnlqW6cLs/Tl5MH6qBWEI/AAAAAAAAHnc/jHXlXvJJzn4/s1600/05DSC_2112_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FDnlqW6cLs/Tl5MH6qBWEI/AAAAAAAAHnc/jHXlXvJJzn4/s400/05DSC_2112_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iglesia de San Isidoro (à esquerda) e o prédio do Ayuntamiento (à direita)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A06uubCxXcU/Tl5MIfDudII/AAAAAAAAHng/ZqEfO_7Lf5I/s1600/06DSC_2114_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A06uubCxXcU/Tl5MIfDudII/AAAAAAAAHng/ZqEfO_7Lf5I/s400/06DSC_2114_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas ruas do centro de Oviedo, com a Iglesia de San Isidoro ao fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNZEgbplL2Y/Tl5MI9LI_DI/AAAAAAAAHnk/f_it3m35Xn4/s1600/07DSC_2115_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNZEgbplL2Y/Tl5MI9LI_DI/AAAAAAAAHnk/f_it3m35Xn4/s400/07DSC_2115_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de caminhar pelo centro antigo, no início da tarde deixamos Oviedo e seguimos viagem rumo à Santiago de Compostela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-8521599458048848546?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8521599458048848546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/oviedo-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/8521599458048848546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/8521599458048848546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/oviedo-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html' title='Oviedo (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 13'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZYnuceYKUA/Tl5MFlPAEfI/AAAAAAAAHnM/mbA8VnvAAcU/s72-c/01DSC_2104_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Oviedo, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.3602994 -5.844781</georss:point><georss:box>43.1755914 -6.1606380000000005 43.5450074 -5.528924</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-4984082393203371859</id><published>2011-02-08T23:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:39:21.866-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas - Europa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Montanhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Cruzando os Picos de Europa, de Burgos até Oviedo (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 08/02/2011, por volta do meio dia, deixamos Burgos e continuamos nossa viagem por um bonito trajeto montanhoso, cruzando a cadeia montanhosa dos Picos de Europa e seguindo rumo à cidade de Oviedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwFvR12N-98/TjGThrZwAII/AAAAAAAAHlI/lZOTVJMqbRg/s1600/01DSC_2039_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwFvR12N-98/TjGThrZwAII/AAAAAAAAHlI/lZOTVJMqbRg/s400/01DSC_2039_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cruzamos o parque de Fuentes Carrionas y Fuente Cobre-Montaña Palentina pela estrada CL-615. O ponto mais alto da estrada está em torno de 1350m de altitude e por isso havia neve ao redor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após cruzar o passo, a estrada desce até os 1100m de altitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy0M0QhCWYM/TjGTkvNdvXI/AAAAAAAAHlM/94UxUyB3kVc/s1600/02DSC_2043_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy0M0QhCWYM/TjGTkvNdvXI/AAAAAAAAHlM/94UxUyB3kVc/s400/02DSC_2043_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bonita paisagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ggyjC_2t-s/TjGTlMxJU6I/AAAAAAAAHlQ/6U-b14TWwDI/s1600/03DSC_2046_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ggyjC_2t-s/TjGTlMxJU6I/AAAAAAAAHlQ/6U-b14TWwDI/s400/03DSC_2046_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O povoado de Riaño, visto da beira da estrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em seguida pegamos a estrada N-625 e começamos a subir novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaZbQe0TK_E/TjGTmYs7F1I/AAAAAAAAHlU/EfhilMNlNJw/s1600/04DSC_2047_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaZbQe0TK_E/TjGTmYs7F1I/AAAAAAAAHlU/EfhilMNlNJw/s400/04DSC_2047_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paisagem montanhosa do maciço dos Picos de Europa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pI3yKZ7hE7E/TjGTnv3HGbI/AAAAAAAAHlY/zC0Y_ErQZEg/s1600/05DSC_2053_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pI3yKZ7hE7E/TjGTnv3HGbI/AAAAAAAAHlY/zC0Y_ErQZEg/s400/05DSC_2053_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A estrada sobe até o Paso El Pontón, com cerca de 1300m de altitude, e então começa a descer novamente. Esta é a extremidade ocidental do maciço dos Picos de Europa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XU6yAV4sq3Q/TjGToGQ2MnI/AAAAAAAAHlc/0YA6PyewAoU/s1600/06DSC_2062_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XU6yAV4sq3Q/TjGToGQ2MnI/AAAAAAAAHlc/0YA6PyewAoU/s400/06DSC_2062_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neve na beira da estrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSVhq2mnmXY/TjGT6fDftgI/AAAAAAAAHlg/ND8qGtdA5J4/s1600/07DSC_2065_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSVhq2mnmXY/TjGT6fDftgI/AAAAAAAAHlg/ND8qGtdA5J4/s400/07DSC_2065_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A estrada está sempre rodeada por uma linda paisagem de montanhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wTOMe2BSKk/TjGT61O1vMI/AAAAAAAAHlk/ZdR0tQO5cW0/s1600/08DSC_2074_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wTOMe2BSKk/TjGT61O1vMI/AAAAAAAAHlk/ZdR0tQO5cW0/s400/08DSC_2074_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A descida se torna cada vez mais íngreme e a estrada se afunila em um vale muito estreito, cercado por paredões rochosos, chamado Desfiladeiro de Los Beyos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSVtb8cLe6c/TjGT7SXJK4I/AAAAAAAAHlo/iHE6lSLxrtI/s1600/09DSC_2077_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSVtb8cLe6c/TjGT7SXJK4I/AAAAAAAAHlo/iHE6lSLxrtI/s400/09DSC_2077_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Linda parede de rocha vista da estrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGOvOk0FnkY/TjGT7-36aAI/AAAAAAAAHls/g25GtbCHcwg/s1600/10DSC_2078_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGOvOk0FnkY/TjGT7-36aAI/AAAAAAAAHls/g25GtbCHcwg/s400/10DSC_2078_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuvMpN5mmRE/TjGT8zyMJAI/AAAAAAAAHlw/hoiaBSyoY3Y/s1600/11DSC_2086_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuvMpN5mmRE/TjGT8zyMJAI/AAAAAAAAHlw/hoiaBSyoY3Y/s400/11DSC_2086_ALT02.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após descer toda a serra, olhando para trás, podemos contemplar a face norte do maciço montanhoso dos Picos de Europa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pt2WIwiFys/TjGT9nQn8bI/AAAAAAAAHl0/d7A1EH4nPDc/s1600/12DSC_2091_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pt2WIwiFys/TjGT9nQn8bI/AAAAAAAAHl0/d7A1EH4nPDc/s400/12DSC_2091_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picos de Europa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BOG0xQJWbXQ/TjGT-YNQTnI/AAAAAAAAHl4/Mja2Q8KAxY0/s1600/13DSC_2089_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BOG0xQJWbXQ/TjGT-YNQTnI/AAAAAAAAHl4/Mja2Q8KAxY0/s400/13DSC_2089_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpQDaKHOz9Q/TjGT-yUP6PI/AAAAAAAAHl8/eesPjjsNdRE/s1600/14DSC_2093_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpQDaKHOz9Q/TjGT-yUP6PI/AAAAAAAAHl8/eesPjjsNdRE/s400/14DSC_2093_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seguimos então pela estrada N-634 e paramos nesta pequena cidade chamada Infiesto, em busca dos familiares da Alicia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ScBnWvnhpns/TjGT_mu1zQI/AAAAAAAAHmA/qndrmwq6Au8/s1600/15DSC_2098_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ScBnWvnhpns/TjGT_mu1zQI/AAAAAAAAHmA/qndrmwq6Au8/s400/15DSC_2098_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perto de Infiesto, buscamos um pequeno bairro rural chamado Pandiella, onde viveu o avô da Alicia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já estava anoitecendo e nós ainda tínhamos estrada pela frente. Continuamos então nossa viagem até Oviedo, onde passamos esta noite. Foi um bonito dia de viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-4984082393203371859?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4984082393203371859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/cruzando-os-picos-de-europa-de-burgos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4984082393203371859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4984082393203371859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/cruzando-os-picos-de-europa-de-burgos.html' title='Cruzando os Picos de Europa, de Burgos até Oviedo (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 12'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwFvR12N-98/TjGThrZwAII/AAAAAAAAHlI/lZOTVJMqbRg/s72-c/01DSC_2039_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Picos de Europa, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.1439305 -4.8151925</georss:point><georss:box>42.958560000000006 -5.1310495000000005 43.329301 -4.4993355</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-1118469841909829766</id><published>2011-02-08T14:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:38:15.670-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Burgos (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 07/02/2011 chegamos em Burgos, vindos de Bilbao. Burgos é uma cidade de aproximadamente 175 mil habitantes, localizada no norte da Espanha. Após almoçar, caminhamos pelo centro de Burgos para conhecer um pouco esta bonita cidade. Passamos a tarde andando e voltamos de noite para nossa hospedagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoJljZw-6NU/TjBMHtXbmrI/AAAAAAAAHkI/nhJruDxCnAs/s1600/01DSC_2005_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoJljZw-6NU/TjBMHtXbmrI/AAAAAAAAHkI/nhJruDxCnAs/s400/01DSC_2005_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cidade de Burgos. Ao fundo pode-se ver a catedral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMw2AgU38WM/TjBMIOMfsvI/AAAAAAAAHkM/OJhKxu21-6E/s1600/02DSC_2012_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMw2AgU38WM/TjBMIOMfsvI/AAAAAAAAHkM/OJhKxu21-6E/s400/02DSC_2012_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paseo del Espolón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lu750CGf9r4/TjBMI3lhNSI/AAAAAAAAHkQ/60iVgwhvpe4/s1600/03DSC_2019_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lu750CGf9r4/TjBMI3lhNSI/AAAAAAAAHkQ/60iVgwhvpe4/s400/03DSC_2019_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plaza Mayor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cayzkIIoGuc/TjBMJdzXErI/AAAAAAAAHkU/OzdEBZPWcd0/s1600/04DSC_2023_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cayzkIIoGuc/TjBMJdzXErI/AAAAAAAAHkU/OzdEBZPWcd0/s400/04DSC_2023_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catedral de Burgos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqM2VV91M8k/TjBMJx2T1_I/AAAAAAAAHkY/yvrJWZ70KQw/s1600/05DSC_2032_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqM2VV91M8k/TjBMJx2T1_I/AAAAAAAAHkY/yvrJWZ70KQw/s400/05DSC_2032_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plaza Mayor de noite, com a catedral ao fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ7BA4DoFwM/TjBMKf588dI/AAAAAAAAHkc/gUm8t3SCgpY/s1600/06DSC_1058_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ7BA4DoFwM/TjBMKf588dI/AAAAAAAAHkc/gUm8t3SCgpY/s400/06DSC_1058_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Museo de la Evolución Humana. É um museu novo: Foi inaugurado em julho de 2010. O museu apresenta as descobertas arqueológicas da região da Sierra de Atapuerca e aborda o processo evolutivo da espécie humana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9okF8p4fv0/TjBMK3XIooI/AAAAAAAAHkg/kq_TYP6gAU4/s1600/07DSC_1045_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9okF8p4fv0/TjBMK3XIooI/AAAAAAAAHkg/kq_TYP6gAU4/s400/07DSC_1045_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iglesia de San Lesmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte (08/02) de manhã cedo meus pais foram visitar o Museu da Evolução Humana e enquanto isso nós aproveitamos para ir arrumando as coisas e organizando as bagagens no carro. Assim que eles voltaram do museu nós deixamos Burgos e continuamos nossa viagem. Tínhamos um longo trajeto para realizar neste dia, cruzando os Picos de Europa e seguindo até Oviedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-1118469841909829766?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1118469841909829766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/burgos-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1118469841909829766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/1118469841909829766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/burgos-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html' title='Burgos (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 11'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoJljZw-6NU/TjBMHtXbmrI/AAAAAAAAHkI/nhJruDxCnAs/s72-c/01DSC_2005_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Burgos, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.3408923 -3.6997623</georss:point><georss:box>42.2469998 -3.8576908000000003 42.4347848 -3.5418338</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-7932756093727840729</id><published>2011-02-07T20:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:37:26.749-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Bilbao (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 05/02/2011 chegamos na pequena cidade de Arrigorriaga, vindos de Saint-Jean-de-Luz, no sul da França. Optamos por ficar no hotel Etap, que está em Arrigorriaga, nas proximidades de Bilbao, pela facilidade de estacionar o carro e também pelo valor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim, no dia seguinte (06/02) fomos passear e conhecer Bilbao. Pegamos o trem na estação de Arrigorriaga, que nos levou em menos de meia hora até a Estación de Abando, no centro de Bilbao. E de lá saímos para caminhar e conhecer esta bonita cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmuztWg8VNw/TitZycXj04I/AAAAAAAAHiw/2BOHoAUn4M0/s1600/01DSC_0881_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmuztWg8VNw/TitZycXj04I/AAAAAAAAHiw/2BOHoAUn4M0/s400/01DSC_0881_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Rio de Bilbao refletindo a cidade. No centro da foto pode-se ver o prédio do Ayuntamiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9AhWDtdCCs/TitZy5j_KWI/AAAAAAAAHi0/AI2-9uPsRP8/s1600/02DSC_0857_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9AhWDtdCCs/TitZy5j_KWI/AAAAAAAAHi0/AI2-9uPsRP8/s400/02DSC_0857_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O prédio da Estación de Santander (La Concordia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yn1grDvALW0/TitZznxOe1I/AAAAAAAAHi4/QR_M8mKgaII/s1600/03DSC_0872_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yn1grDvALW0/TitZznxOe1I/AAAAAAAAHi4/QR_M8mKgaII/s400/03DSC_0872_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casco Viejo - O centro antigo de Bilbao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F1uWOwRDCW0/TitZ0WdYa9I/AAAAAAAAHi8/X12JTWKsEXA/s1600/04DSC_0871_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F1uWOwRDCW0/TitZ0WdYa9I/AAAAAAAAHi8/X12JTWKsEXA/s400/04DSC_0871_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catedral de Santiago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HGx8he7VjU/TitZ1m-K7_I/AAAAAAAAHjA/DIs1cz6_Y9U/s1600/05DSC_0875_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HGx8he7VjU/TitZ1m-K7_I/AAAAAAAAHjA/DIs1cz6_Y9U/s400/05DSC_0875_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iglesia de San Nicolás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mX2ZJfV33w/TitaQOl24rI/AAAAAAAAHjE/A16e_IdnL_I/s1600/06DSC_0888_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mX2ZJfV33w/TitaQOl24rI/AAAAAAAAHjE/A16e_IdnL_I/s400/06DSC_0888_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vista de Bilbao do Parque Etxebarria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9A8jzUZUMsc/TitaQv3M8aI/AAAAAAAAHjI/DUCr5mE4pck/s1600/07DSC_0893_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9A8jzUZUMsc/TitaQv3M8aI/AAAAAAAAHjI/DUCr5mE4pck/s400/07DSC_0893_ALT02.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nós seis, no Parque Etxebarria. O parque está no alto de um morro. Subimos por um elevador, andamos pelo parque e descemos caminhando pelo outro lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLwwn5WKZbk/TitaRpvGYKI/AAAAAAAAHjM/cUi-djslNqU/s1600/08DSC_0904_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLwwn5WKZbk/TitaRpvGYKI/AAAAAAAAHjM/cUi-djslNqU/s400/08DSC_0904_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caminhar pelas margens do rio é um passeio bonito e agradável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w44iQna811M/TitaTjdqgcI/AAAAAAAAHjQ/ch1bx_06YX4/s1600/09DSC_0911_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w44iQna811M/TitaTjdqgcI/AAAAAAAAHjQ/ch1bx_06YX4/s400/09DSC_0911_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zubizuri, que em basco significa “Ponte Branca”. Esta bonita ponte de pedestres foi desenhada pelo arquiteto Santiago Calatrava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHyAejV8PDk/TitaUTvikLI/AAAAAAAAHjU/VIXJLEoH8D8/s1600/10DSC_0934_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHyAejV8PDk/TitaUTvikLI/AAAAAAAAHjU/VIXJLEoH8D8/s400/10DSC_0934_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bilbao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RzkhAcYc8dc/TitazhffFTI/AAAAAAAAHjY/8PsL6JWP3Uo/s1600/11DSC_0931_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RzkhAcYc8dc/TitazhffFTI/AAAAAAAAHjY/8PsL6JWP3Uo/s400/11DSC_0931_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Janelas coloridas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7XNmv0bhgE/Tita0USOw5I/AAAAAAAAHjc/MZhtBLiBSP4/s1600/12DSC_0912_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7XNmv0bhgE/Tita0USOw5I/AAAAAAAAHjc/MZhtBLiBSP4/s400/12DSC_0912_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aproximando-se do Museu Guggenheim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6lbPlYzlis/Tita0xElsAI/AAAAAAAAHjg/Pvf7MNZfufI/s1600/13DSC_0946_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6lbPlYzlis/Tita0xElsAI/AAAAAAAAHjg/Pvf7MNZfufI/s400/13DSC_0946_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Museo Guggenheim Bilbao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrN3r-D5DOc/Tita1js6a1I/AAAAAAAAHjk/FDrFVGD0n3s/s1600/14DSC_0941_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrN3r-D5DOc/Tita1js6a1I/AAAAAAAAHjk/FDrFVGD0n3s/s400/14DSC_0941_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Museu Guggenheim e a famosa escultura da aranha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_FnTVuQYjw/Tita2DzFK3I/AAAAAAAAHjo/kNftHU_hqFQ/s1600/15DSC_0942_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_FnTVuQYjw/Tita2DzFK3I/AAAAAAAAHjo/kNftHU_hqFQ/s400/15DSC_0942_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A escultura ‘Mamá’, uma aranha metálica de cerca de dez metros de altura, desenhada pela artista francesa Louise Bourgeois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_smbuUlV04/Tita2-zSsDI/AAAAAAAAHjs/iIiJficTK2U/s1600/16DSC_1021_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_smbuUlV04/Tita2-zSsDI/AAAAAAAAHjs/iIiJficTK2U/s400/16DSC_1021_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As paredes metálicas de formas irregulares do Museu Guggenheim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzsFfgTVLS8/Tita4Mv3UsI/AAAAAAAAHjw/y4VK7A-4yaY/s1600/17DSC_1023_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzsFfgTVLS8/Tita4Mv3UsI/AAAAAAAAHjw/y4VK7A-4yaY/s400/17DSC_1023_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSOFCML5yE8/Tita468XGzI/AAAAAAAAHj0/nq2k-8PacWc/s1600/18DSC_0997_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSOFCML5yE8/Tita468XGzI/AAAAAAAAHj0/nq2k-8PacWc/s400/18DSC_0997_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O gato gigante de flores e a entrada principal do Museu Guggenheim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3IwasEPrgM/Tita5m2pu-I/AAAAAAAAHj4/ayo7iMAs-lc/s1600/19DSC_0986_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3IwasEPrgM/Tita5m2pu-I/AAAAAAAAHj4/ayo7iMAs-lc/s400/19DSC_0986_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSdkQbuXpkM/Tita6ORU0sI/AAAAAAAAHj8/U0UhSGVaHcQ/s1600/20DSC_0980_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSdkQbuXpkM/Tita6ORU0sI/AAAAAAAAHj8/U0UhSGVaHcQ/s400/20DSC_0980_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Janelas psicodélicas”: O reflexo nas janelas de um edifício, próximo ao Museu Guggenheim Bilbao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De noite, depois de jantar, pegamos o trem de volta para Arrigorriaga, onde dormimos também esta noite. E no dia seguinte (07/02), continuamos nossa viagem de carro, rumo à Burgos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-7932756093727840729?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7932756093727840729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/bilbao-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/7932756093727840729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/7932756093727840729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/bilbao-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html' title='Bilbao (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 10'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmuztWg8VNw/TitZycXj04I/AAAAAAAAHiw/2BOHoAUn4M0/s72-c/01DSC_0881_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bilbao, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.2569629 -2.9234409</georss:point><georss:box>43.2107064 -3.0024049 43.303219399999996 -2.8444769</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-9068441294490683297</id><published>2011-02-05T23:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:36:38.626-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='França'/><title type='text'>Litoral sudoeste da França - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 05/02/2011 deixamos Saint-Jean-de-Luz (na França) e seguimos viagem no rumo da Espanha. Fomos contornando o litoral sudoeste da França, até entrar na Espanha e, então, seguir em direção à Bilbao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6nH-p0CCD0/TiiuY4d-tII/AAAAAAAAHf0/Cn7cUmL7Fog/s1600/01DSC_0847_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6nH-p0CCD0/TiiuY4d-tII/AAAAAAAAHf0/Cn7cUmL7Fog/s400/01DSC_0847_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O bonito e recortado litoral sudoeste da França.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVLrkzcyMUY/TiiuYsHcl5I/AAAAAAAAHfs/g0XvQa9cStc/s1600/02DSC_0849_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVLrkzcyMUY/TiiuYsHcl5I/AAAAAAAAHfs/g0XvQa9cStc/s400/02DSC_0849_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A van que alugamos para fazer essa grande viagem pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-9068441294490683297?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/9068441294490683297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/litoral-sudoeste-da-franca-viagem-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/9068441294490683297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/9068441294490683297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/litoral-sudoeste-da-franca-viagem-de.html' title='Litoral sudoeste da França - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 9'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6nH-p0CCD0/TiiuY4d-tII/AAAAAAAAHf0/Cn7cUmL7Fog/s72-c/01DSC_0847_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-2673060600017674320</id><published>2011-02-05T22:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:36:05.569-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='França'/><title type='text'>Capbreton (França) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passamos por Capbreton no final da tarde de 04/02/2011, apenas para conhecer rapidamente. Este pequeno povoado está no litoral sudoeste da França. A praia é de ondas fortes, bastante conhecida e procurada pelos surfistas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4UIsxDUjE8/TiXnLA_5dXI/AAAAAAAAHes/CfV6rI__Bhw/s1600/DSC_0826_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4UIsxDUjE8/TiXnLA_5dXI/AAAAAAAAHes/CfV6rI__Bhw/s400/DSC_0826_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capbreton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após nossa breve passagem por Capbreton, voltamos para Saint-Jean-de-Luz, onde passamos a noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-2673060600017674320?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2673060600017674320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/capbreton-franca-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2673060600017674320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/2673060600017674320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/capbreton-franca-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html' title='Capbreton (França) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 8'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4UIsxDUjE8/TiXnLA_5dXI/AAAAAAAAHes/CfV6rI__Bhw/s72-c/DSC_0826_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Capbreton, France</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.637844 -1.420939</georss:point><georss:box>43.5918775 -1.499903 43.6838105 -1.341975</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-7934480938721274787</id><published>2011-02-05T21:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:35:29.444-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='França'/><title type='text'>Bayonne (França) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 04/02/2011, depois de passarmos por Biarritz, seguimos até Bayonne, que está bem próxima. Caminhamos pelo centro desta bonita cidade para conhecer um pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPL4mS7jfPc/TiTT7-POKXI/AAAAAAAAHeI/wvmjINpnl2Q/s1600/01DSC_0823_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPL4mS7jfPc/TiTT7-POKXI/AAAAAAAAHeI/wvmjINpnl2Q/s400/01DSC_0823_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bayonne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0g3GzzwsXA/TiTT8V1DfAI/AAAAAAAAHeM/FPOu9RMlCyw/s1600/02DSC_0822_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0g3GzzwsXA/TiTT8V1DfAI/AAAAAAAAHeM/FPOu9RMlCyw/s400/02DSC_0822_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Detalhe da fachada de alguns edifícios na margem do rio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyaT80URQZc/TiTT9rBwUzI/AAAAAAAAHeQ/8T0jbT5uulU/s1600/03DSC_0789_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyaT80URQZc/TiTT9rBwUzI/AAAAAAAAHeQ/8T0jbT5uulU/s400/03DSC_0789_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3j1nYIoilFc/TiTT-GaJfnI/AAAAAAAAHeU/fy2eyJb6GRI/s1600/04DSC_0802_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3j1nYIoilFc/TiTT-GaJfnI/AAAAAAAAHeU/fy2eyJb6GRI/s400/04DSC_0802_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Janelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hj_J3jO1ePg/TiTT-gYpfEI/AAAAAAAAHeY/XPghUda7vuA/s1600/05DSC_0791_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hj_J3jO1ePg/TiTT-gYpfEI/AAAAAAAAHeY/XPghUda7vuA/s400/05DSC_0791_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A fachada da Cathédrale Sainte Marie. A catedral, de estilo gótico, foi construída entre os séculos XII e XVI, sobre as bases de uma antiga igreja românica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_tYjq198yU/TiTT_Kf-ZgI/AAAAAAAAHec/Xm7pPeaRv9c/s1600/06DSC_0811_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_tYjq198yU/TiTT_Kf-ZgI/AAAAAAAAHec/Xm7pPeaRv9c/s400/06DSC_0811_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Catedral de Sainte Marie vista de dentro do claustro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdEfRvUE2VQ/TiTT_kZo5VI/AAAAAAAAHeg/SVa4yMcZoao/s1600/07DSC_0818_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdEfRvUE2VQ/TiTT_kZo5VI/AAAAAAAAHeg/SVa4yMcZoao/s400/07DSC_0818_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O bonito claustro da Catedral de Sainte Marie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQgQjxPD-Jc/TiTUAZvxlCI/AAAAAAAAHek/oc37t6uZ8XM/s1600/08DSC_0816_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQgQjxPD-Jc/TiTUAZvxlCI/AAAAAAAAHek/oc37t6uZ8XM/s400/08DSC_0816_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Detalhe do claustro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de conhecer Bayonne, continuamos nosso passeio e seguimos de carro até Capbreton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-7934480938721274787?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7934480938721274787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/bayonne-franca-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/7934480938721274787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/7934480938721274787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/bayonne-franca-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html' title='Bayonne (França) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 7'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPL4mS7jfPc/TiTT7-POKXI/AAAAAAAAHeI/wvmjINpnl2Q/s72-c/01DSC_0823_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bayonne, France</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.492949 -1.474841</georss:point><georss:box>43.4468715 -1.553805 43.539026500000006 -1.395877</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-5023518886914916440</id><published>2011-02-05T19:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:34:34.239-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='França'/><title type='text'>Biarritz (França) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 04/02/2011 fizemos um passeio de carro a partir de Saint-Jean-de-Luz. Fomos conhecer Biarritz, uma bonita cidadezinha no litoral sul da França. Caminhamos pela orla e seguimos por uma série de falésias até o Rocher de la Vierge, uma ponta rochosa que avança no mar. O tempo estava lindo, o que tornava o lugar ainda mais bonito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1RN5NAV8_E/TiCkuHbvEoI/AAAAAAAAHds/ERUe4KcSoj4/s1600/01DSC_0746_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1RN5NAV8_E/TiCkuHbvEoI/AAAAAAAAHds/ERUe4KcSoj4/s400/01DSC_0746_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farol no canto norte da praia de Biarritz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZTC3_Q1eE0/TiCkuiWjk0I/AAAAAAAAHdw/R7MlofqYJTE/s1600/02DSC_0751_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZTC3_Q1eE0/TiCkuiWjk0I/AAAAAAAAHdw/R7MlofqYJTE/s400/02DSC_0751_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A catedral de Biarritz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lVs6PG4e88/TiCkvISrAiI/AAAAAAAAHd0/cSjb9R8TFsI/s1600/03DSC_0769_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lVs6PG4e88/TiCkvISrAiI/AAAAAAAAHd0/cSjb9R8TFsI/s400/03DSC_0769_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um pequeno porto, escondido entre os rochedos e protegido das ondas por uma barreira de concreto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OKcEk-nJC6I/TiCkvhKNnqI/AAAAAAAAHd4/94VwefJOvL8/s1600/04DSC_0772_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OKcEk-nJC6I/TiCkvhKNnqI/AAAAAAAAHd4/94VwefJOvL8/s400/04DSC_0772_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A partir do canto sul da praia de Biarritz, caminhamos acompanhando uma série de rochedos e falésias, rumo ao Rocher de la Vierge. Ao fundo pode-se ver a cidade e a praia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6P_3dEsdlrs/TiCkwuVunMI/AAAAAAAAHd8/1WojHIG8fVc/s1600/05DSC_0779_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6P_3dEsdlrs/TiCkwuVunMI/AAAAAAAAHd8/1WojHIG8fVc/s400/05DSC_0779_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rocher de la Vierge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rEcPgohLW_o/TiCkxBa4YCI/AAAAAAAAHeA/IYjVqkDDD9o/s1600/06DSC_0783_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rEcPgohLW_o/TiCkxBa4YCI/AAAAAAAAHeA/IYjVqkDDD9o/s400/06DSC_0783_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um bonito arco natural sobre o mar, no Rocher de la Vierge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6J_yFRyRGQ/TiCkxpvWTRI/AAAAAAAAHeE/Zw0EiSPgZLc/s1600/07DSC_0785_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6J_yFRyRGQ/TiCkxpvWTRI/AAAAAAAAHeE/Zw0EiSPgZLc/s400/07DSC_0785_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhando para o litoral sul, a partir de Rocher de la Vierge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após conhecermos Biarritz, continuamos nosso passeio seguindo de carro para Bayonne, que está bem próxima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-5023518886914916440?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5023518886914916440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/biarritz-franca-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5023518886914916440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/5023518886914916440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/biarritz-franca-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html' title='Biarritz (França) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 6'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1RN5NAV8_E/TiCkuHbvEoI/AAAAAAAAHds/ERUe4KcSoj4/s72-c/01DSC_0746_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Biarritz, France</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.4831519 -1.558626</georss:point><georss:box>43.4601094 -1.598108 43.506194400000005 -1.519144</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-4330219958287528585</id><published>2011-02-05T17:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:34:00.243-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='França'/><title type='text'>Saint-Jean-de-Luz (França) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos na noite de 03/02/2011 em  Saint-Jean-de-Luz, no litoral sul da França. O tempo estava chuvoso. Procuramos um lugar para ficar e nos instalamos em um hotel da rede Etap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O dia seguinte amanheceu aberto, com sol. Que maravilha! Saímos de carro para conhecer a região e algumas cidades próximas. Fomos até Biarritz, Bayonne e Capbreton. E no final do dia voltamos para Saint-Jean-de-Luz, onde passamos mais uma noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No outro dia (05/02) de manhã caminhamos por Saint-Jean-de-Luz para conhecer um pouco o lugar. É uma cidadezinha muito bonita. Depois seguimos viagem no rumo de Bilbao, na Espanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-HKC_YqWMI/Th4HMto7uMI/AAAAAAAAHc4/dRdiBDeGBX4/s1600/01DSC_0839_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-HKC_YqWMI/Th4HMto7uMI/AAAAAAAAHc4/dRdiBDeGBX4/s400/01DSC_0839_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saint-Jean-de-Luz está no litoral sul da França. É uma pacata cidade, com apenas cerca de 14 mil habitantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BYjohDy9_q4/Th4HNkHQJUI/AAAAAAAAHc8/zd9zs6OXVvg/s1600/02DSC_0830_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BYjohDy9_q4/Th4HNkHQJUI/AAAAAAAAHc8/zd9zs6OXVvg/s400/02DSC_0830_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Église Saint-Jean-Baptiste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCBsc8pPbcY/Th4HOUw4Z9I/AAAAAAAAHdA/iIkcngNMHCE/s1600/03DSC_0832_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCBsc8pPbcY/Th4HOUw4Z9I/AAAAAAAAHdA/iIkcngNMHCE/s400/03DSC_0832_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As ruas tranquilas do centro de Saint-Jean-de-Luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3he65lb1M0/Th4HO3qU8PI/AAAAAAAAHdE/F1goHzdgRkg/s1600/04DSC_0840_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3he65lb1M0/Th4HO3qU8PI/AAAAAAAAHdE/F1goHzdgRkg/s400/04DSC_0840_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Forte Socoa, na extremidade oeste da baía de Saint-Jean-de-Luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7u4FsmtKKwI/Th4HPxN6A2I/AAAAAAAAHdI/rgA-PTZJAII/s1600/05DSC_0843_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7u4FsmtKKwI/Th4HPxN6A2I/AAAAAAAAHdI/rgA-PTZJAII/s400/05DSC_0843_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ondas gigantes quebrando atrás das barreiras, no lado de fora da baía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-4330219958287528585?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4330219958287528585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/saint-jean-de-luz-franca-viagem-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4330219958287528585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4330219958287528585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/saint-jean-de-luz-franca-viagem-de.html' title='Saint-Jean-de-Luz (França) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 5'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-HKC_YqWMI/Th4HMto7uMI/AAAAAAAAHc4/dRdiBDeGBX4/s72-c/01DSC_0839_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Saint-Jean-de-Luz, France</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.388051 -1.663055</georss:point><georss:box>43.341893999999996 -1.742019 43.434208 -1.584091</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-811007861440772644</id><published>2011-02-03T23:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:33:02.098-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>San Sebastián (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 03/02/2011 deixamos Pamplona de seguimos até San Sebastián (ou Donostia, em basco), no litoral norte da Espanha. Caminhamos pela cidade para conhecer um pouco. O tempo estava ruim e isso nos fez decidir seguir viagem no final da tarde, rumo à Saint-Jean-de-Luz, na França.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVZHYVUJf7w/ThyqU5fmCJI/AAAAAAAAHXk/imuxD8e_szE/s1600/01DSC_0738_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVZHYVUJf7w/ThyqU5fmCJI/AAAAAAAAHXk/imuxD8e_szE/s400/01DSC_0738_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Paredões de pedra na beira da estrada, no caminho entre Pamplona de San Sebastián.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITt0sxNcGGI/ThyqU7FZqQI/AAAAAAAAHXc/eP72IfKM704/s1600/02DSC_0742_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITt0sxNcGGI/ThyqU7FZqQI/AAAAAAAAHXc/eP72IfKM704/s400/02DSC_0742_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;San Sebastián está localizada no País Basco. A cidade tem pouco mais de 180 mil habitantes e está no litoral norte da Espanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-811007861440772644?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/811007861440772644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/san-sebastian-espanha-viagem-de-carro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/811007861440772644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/811007861440772644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/san-sebastian-espanha-viagem-de-carro.html' title='San Sebastián (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 4'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVZHYVUJf7w/ThyqU5fmCJI/AAAAAAAAHXk/imuxD8e_szE/s72-c/01DSC_0738_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>San Sebastián, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.3208116 -1.9844474</georss:point><georss:box>43.2283961 -2.1423759 43.4132271 -1.8265189000000002</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-4854960200934383754</id><published>2011-02-03T17:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:32:21.588-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Pamplona (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos em Pamplona na noite de 02/02/2011, vindos de Barcelona. Encontramos uma vaga na rua para estacionar o carro, nos instalamos em um hostal básico próximo do centro histórico, jantamos em um bar-restaurante que havia logo em frente e depois fomos dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte saímos para caminhar e conhecer o centro de Pamplona. E no início da tarde já pegamos o carro e seguimos viagem rumo à San Sebastián.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-E5zqQxC40/Thmq9asqOSI/AAAAAAAAHXM/rYkSAK6wh60/s1600/01DSC_0734_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-E5zqQxC40/Thmq9asqOSI/AAAAAAAAHXM/rYkSAK6wh60/s400/01DSC_0734_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pamplona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oTCYD67vwBE/Thmq9tLSz8I/AAAAAAAAHXQ/M4iOuo4HLoQ/s1600/02DSC_0731_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oTCYD67vwBE/Thmq9tLSz8I/AAAAAAAAHXQ/M4iOuo4HLoQ/s400/02DSC_0731_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;À direita pode-se ver a muralha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQNKuN7OdO4/Thmq-QLXSEI/AAAAAAAAHXU/oOxP5sdUtzk/s1600/03DSC_0726_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQNKuN7OdO4/Thmq-QLXSEI/AAAAAAAAHXU/oOxP5sdUtzk/s400/03DSC_0726_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-4854960200934383754?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4854960200934383754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/pamplona-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4854960200934383754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/4854960200934383754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/pamplona-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html' title='Pamplona (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 3'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-E5zqQxC40/Thmq9asqOSI/AAAAAAAAHXM/rYkSAK6wh60/s72-c/01DSC_0734_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pamplona, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.8179879 -1.6441835</georss:point><georss:box>42.7713989 -1.7231475 42.864576899999996 -1.5652195</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-6011748497470593236</id><published>2011-02-02T22:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:31:20.448-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Olite (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era dia 02/02/2011 e vínhamos viajando desde Barcelona. A esta altura já havia escurecido e também já estávamos um pouco cansados, começando a tentar decidir onde íamos passar a noite. Na estrada vimos uma placa indicando a cidade de Olite e seu centro histórico e, então, resolvemos entrar para conhecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olite é uma pequena cidade de pouco mais de 3 mil habitantes, na província da Navarra. O centro histórico é bem bonito e vale a pena a visita. Caminhamos um pouco e tiramos fotos. Fazia frio. Apesar de já estar tarde, decidimos seguir viagem mais um pouco, até Pamplona. Assim, não estendemos muito nosso passeio pelo centro de Olite. Voltamos para o carro e pegamos a estrada novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yktLYA2BqLg/Tg-WO4Im9cI/AAAAAAAAHXA/0XN3nfFEK0g/s1600/01DSC_0717_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yktLYA2BqLg/Tg-WO4Im9cI/AAAAAAAAHXA/0XN3nfFEK0g/s400/01DSC_0717_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O bonito centro histórico de Olite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXqnMvXYe98/Tg-WOuvyJ7I/AAAAAAAAHW4/vStH6XqcXIU/s1600/02DSC_0724_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXqnMvXYe98/Tg-WOuvyJ7I/AAAAAAAAHW4/vStH6XqcXIU/s400/02DSC_0724_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olite: À direita está a Igreja de Santa Maria, do século XIII.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-6011748497470593236?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6011748497470593236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/olite-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6011748497470593236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6011748497470593236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/olite-espanha-viagem-de-carro-pelo.html' title='Olite (Espanha) - Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 2'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yktLYA2BqLg/Tg-WO4Im9cI/AAAAAAAAHXA/0XN3nfFEK0g/s72-c/01DSC_0717_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Olite, Spain</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.4814784 -1.6516415</georss:point><georss:box>42.3877949 -1.80957 42.5751619 -1.493713</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-6185612633217936390</id><published>2011-02-02T19:02:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:42:09.922-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espanha'/><title type='text'>Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na tarde de 30/01/2011 chegamos em Barcelona, vindos de Delhi, na India, depois de uma viagem de 1 ano de 2 meses pela Asia. Foi muito bom o reencontro com meus pais, que tinham acabado de chegar do Brasil, e com meu irmão e a Alicia, que vieram de Ibiza para também nos encontrar. Eu e a Deise estávamos exaustos devido as noites mal dormidas nos últimos dias de viagem. Assim, nesses três dias que passamos em Barcelona, tentamos conciliar os passeios pela cidade com um pouco de descanso, para tentar ajustar o sono e o fuso horário. Mas, na verdade, o mais importante mesmo era estar junto com a família, para matar as saudades, depois de tanto tempo longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nosso plano para este mês era fazer uma viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França e, na segunda metade do mês, ir para a Sicília. Assim, no dia 02/02 alugamos um carro grande (na verdade era uma van, onde cabiam nós seis e mais as malas), deixamos Barcelona e partimos no rumo de Pamplona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwrsb6RuVl8/ThSBm7cm-wI/AAAAAAAAHXI/Q_4qnm_8z0M/s1600/DSC_0667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwrsb6RuVl8/ThSBm7cm-wI/AAAAAAAAHXI/Q_4qnm_8z0M/s400/DSC_0667.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em Barcelona, com a família.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-6185612633217936390?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6185612633217936390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/viagem-de-carro-pelo-norte-da-espanha-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6185612633217936390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/6185612633217936390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/02/viagem-de-carro-pelo-norte-da-espanha-e.html' title='Viagem de carro pelo norte da Espanha e sul da França - Parte 1'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwrsb6RuVl8/ThSBm7cm-wI/AAAAAAAAHXI/Q_4qnm_8z0M/s72-c/DSC_0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-313693142414769427</id><published>2011-01-30T22:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:44:08.691-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Despedida da India e viagem de volta ao Ocidente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 29/01/2011 chegamos em Delhi, depois de ter passado a noite viajando de ônibus desde Pushkar. Tinha acabado de amanhecer e o ônibus nos deixou próximo da Old Delhi Train Station. Pegamos então um rickshaw, que nos levou até Main Bazaar Street, onde há uma enorme concentração de hotéis básicos. Nos instalamos em um hotel e descansamos um pouco da longa viagem. Era nosso último dia na India. E também nosso último dia na Asia. Apesar do cansaço físico, aproveitamos para passear um pouco, caminhando pelas ruas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De noite, por volta das 23:00, pegamos um taxi até o aeroporto, com uma boa margem de segurança no horário, pois nosso vôo era somente às 4:00. Mas queríamos evitar problemas, já que na India é comum haver imprevistos. No entanto, felizmente deu tudo certo. Tivemos apenas um pouco de dificuldade para entrar no aeroporto, pois não havíamos imprimido nossos bilhetes e os indianos só deixam entrar no aeroporto quem está com a passagem em mão. Pequeno stress básico... Mas depois falar com vários guardas da segurança do aeroporto, um deles aceitou que mostrássemos os bilhetes eletrônicos na tela do nosso laptop. Finalmente entramos. Fizemos o check-in e ficamos esperando o horário do nosso vôo, lutando contra o sono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim, por volta das 4:00 da madrugada de 30/01 deixamos a India e embarcamos rumo à Moscou. E em Moscou trocamos de avião e pegamos um vôo para Barcelona, onde chegamos no início da tarde. Havíamos passado 1 ano e 2 meses viajando pela Asia. E agora estávamos de volta no Ocidente. Parecia que vínhamos de outro mundo. Chegar em Barcelona nos trazia a sensação de estar chegando “em casa”, embora Barcelona agora já não fosse mais a nossa casa. Mas a cidade ainda nos era bastante familiar, por já termos vivido aí. E era boa a sensação de estar chegando em um lugar conhecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No entanto, ainda continuávamos nômades, sem lar. Nos próximos dois meses íamos continuar viajando: Primeiro com minha família, pela Espanha, França e Itália; e depois com a família da Deise, pela Espanha e Marrocos. Portanto, a jornada continua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJDvMI-qF4Y/Tgds09Y8UvI/AAAAAAAAHVc/mYP646laQVE/s1600/01DSC08999_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJDvMI-qF4Y/Tgds09Y8UvI/AAAAAAAAHVc/mYP646laQVE/s400/01DSC08999_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Algumas recordações da India: Adoramos o suco de manga Maaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqOq8jxGBRk/Tgds1gvWOQI/AAAAAAAAHVg/ywYY1Ra9i78/s1600/02DSC08485_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqOq8jxGBRk/Tgds1gvWOQI/AAAAAAAAHVg/ywYY1Ra9i78/s400/02DSC08485_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Algumas recordações da India: A sujeira. Este balde de lixo estava no corredor do nosso hotel, em Delhi. Os indianos tem o hábito de mascar fumo e cuspir. Eles tentam cuspir no balde de lixo, mas erram a pontaria e acertam na parede. E a parede fica neste estado lamentável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IroB4ExTe7w/Tgds2DuWJXI/AAAAAAAAHVk/5NNGsed19sM/s1600/03DSC09007_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IroB4ExTe7w/Tgds2DuWJXI/AAAAAAAAHVk/5NNGsed19sM/s400/03DSC09007_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No aeroporto de Delhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcvZaNsqpjE/Tgds224E-2I/AAAAAAAAHVo/KIAf7k6LAUQ/s1600/04DSC09017_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcvZaNsqpjE/Tgds224E-2I/AAAAAAAAHVo/KIAf7k6LAUQ/s400/04DSC09017_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No aeroporto de Moscou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-313693142414769427?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/313693142414769427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/01/despedida-da-india-e-viagem-de-volta-ao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/313693142414769427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/313693142414769427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/01/despedida-da-india-e-viagem-de-volta-ao.html' title='Despedida da India e viagem de volta ao Ocidente'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJDvMI-qF4Y/Tgds09Y8UvI/AAAAAAAAHVc/mYP646laQVE/s72-c/01DSC08999_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-457288248876973588</id><published>2011-01-28T23:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:29:34.626-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Pushkar - India</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de passar a noite viajando de trem desde Haridwar, desembarcamos em Ajmer na manhã de 22/01/2011. Pagamos um tuk-tuk para nos levar da estação de trem até a rodoviária e, então, pegamos um ônibus para Pushkar. Em cerca de uma hora de viagem chegamos no terminal de ônibus de Pushkar, onde várias pessoas tentavam nos convencer para ficarmos em suas pousadas. A competição é dura. A princípio iríamos ficar no mesmo lugar onde já tínhamos ficado antes, na primeira vez que estivemos em Pushkar, no entanto, resolvemos ir conhecer uma das pousadas que estávam nos oferecendo. Gostamos do lugar, estávamos cansados e, então, nos instalamos logo para descansar da longa viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim, passamos 6 dias em Pushkar: Descansando; Comendo (matando a saudade de alguns restaurantes que gostamos bastante na primeira vez que estivemos lá); Passeando (Pushkar é uma cidade pequena e agradável); e Fazendo compras (queríamos levar algumas coisas para vender em nosso país, e Pushkar é um bom lugar para fazer compras, pois há muitas lojas e fábricas de roupas e diversos artigos indianos). Estávamos aproveitando nossos últimos dias na India (e também na Asia), pois em breve retornaríamos para o Ocidente. E na noite de 28/01 deixamos Pushkar e partimos em uma viagem de ônibus rumo à Delhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuK1UiDuKC8/TfuR5pVYpNI/AAAAAAAAHTw/bESkuDOon-Q/s1600/01DSC_0622_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuK1UiDuKC8/TfuR5pVYpNI/AAAAAAAAHTw/bESkuDOon-Q/s400/01DSC_0622_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A cidade de Pushkar e o lago (Pushkar Lake), com seus ghats (escadarias que descem até a margem do lago). Ao fundo, em cima de um morro, pode-se ver o Pap Mochani (Gayatri) Temple. Pushkar é uma pequena cidade de 15 mil habitantes, localizada no estado do Rajastão (Rajasthan), em uma região de relevo acidentado e bastante rochoso. É um lugar de peregrinação para os hinduístas, por seu lago sagrado e por seus templos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C88W_GS0zfk/TfuSCLUkk3I/AAAAAAAAHT0/0xBwwsetR08/s1600/02DSC_0627_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C88W_GS0zfk/TfuSCLUkk3I/AAAAAAAAHT0/0xBwwsetR08/s400/02DSC_0627_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reflexo da cidade no lago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzsOCwnradg/TfuSDnIviRI/AAAAAAAAHT4/mOfjxAtlX6w/s1600/03DSC_0602_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzsOCwnradg/TfuSDnIviRI/AAAAAAAAHT4/mOfjxAtlX6w/s400/03DSC_0602_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vista da cidade de Pushkar do Pap Mochani (Gayatri) Temple, que está em cima de um morro. (A subida se faz por uma trilha de 30 minutos que se inicia perto do terminal de ônibus).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cshRb7TifmM/TfuSEG9-lXI/AAAAAAAAHT8/s7SKdJu23Zo/s1600/04DSC_0539_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cshRb7TifmM/TfuSEG9-lXI/AAAAAAAAHT8/s7SKdJu23Zo/s400/04DSC_0539_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vendedoras de vegetais nas ruas de Pushkar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rU5LuV6DC68/TfuSEi0rcFI/AAAAAAAAHUA/6hglEOMl0EQ/s1600/05DSC08837_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rU5LuV6DC68/TfuSEi0rcFI/AAAAAAAAHUA/6hglEOMl0EQ/s400/05DSC08837_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_yLSJDs8dc/TfuSF5NoyvI/AAAAAAAAHUE/NjvFF0hdEEs/s1600/06DSC_0600_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_yLSJDs8dc/TfuSF5NoyvI/AAAAAAAAHUE/NjvFF0hdEEs/s400/06DSC_0600_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yV-dopxuZOE/TfuSGfzSNFI/AAAAAAAAHUI/-xzhsCMMW7Q/s1600/07DSC_0552_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yV-dopxuZOE/TfuSGfzSNFI/AAAAAAAAHUI/-xzhsCMMW7Q/s400/07DSC_0552_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Janelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HS7oxT-SehI/TfuSHD9DaLI/AAAAAAAAHUM/pmqLQvZ8RmY/s1600/08DSC_0590_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HS7oxT-SehI/TfuSHD9DaLI/AAAAAAAAHUM/pmqLQvZ8RmY/s400/08DSC_0590_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vendedora de vegetais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vS7Prs3VHh4/TfuSHpfeg-I/AAAAAAAAHUQ/kR1DtmEIaAc/s1600/09DSC08972_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vS7Prs3VHh4/TfuSHpfeg-I/AAAAAAAAHUQ/kR1DtmEIaAc/s400/09DSC08972_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GeIYrdY8ssQ/TfuSI_4b-XI/AAAAAAAAHUU/Agi945ybZBk/s1600/10DSC_0545_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GeIYrdY8ssQ/TfuSI_4b-XI/AAAAAAAAHUU/Agi945ybZBk/s400/10DSC_0545_ALT02.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dromedário puxando uma carroça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4hZWWUgkR4/TfuSJphjYpI/AAAAAAAAHUY/AxiO6jtFJOA/s1600/11DSC_0560_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4hZWWUgkR4/TfuSJphjYpI/AAAAAAAAHUY/AxiO6jtFJOA/s400/11DSC_0560_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aCOHyCHCnZU/TfuSKUIOPoI/AAAAAAAAHUc/kFMboGj04xM/s1600/12DSC_0578_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aCOHyCHCnZU/TfuSKUIOPoI/AAAAAAAAHUc/kFMboGj04xM/s400/12DSC_0578_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pushkar é uma cidade sagrada, onde há vários templos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvgIgco8qlI/TfuSKxGoaOI/AAAAAAAAHUg/y1VkjwmOrjg/s1600/13DSC_0597_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvgIgco8qlI/TfuSKxGoaOI/AAAAAAAAHUg/y1VkjwmOrjg/s400/13DSC_0597_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HMw7rrfdKQ/TfuSLRdcXiI/AAAAAAAAHUk/h4Lnk2NOslc/s1600/14DSC08898_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HMw7rrfdKQ/TfuSLRdcXiI/AAAAAAAAHUk/h4Lnk2NOslc/s400/14DSC08898_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Detalhe de pintura em uma casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKHCHJSnUHE/TfuSOAcQg_I/AAAAAAAAHUo/ldOWnp8hksk/s1600/15DSC08973_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKHCHJSnUHE/TfuSOAcQg_I/AAAAAAAAHUo/ldOWnp8hksk/s400/15DSC08973_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senhor pedindo esmolas e, ao fundo, mulher vendendo vegetais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3iDhRnA7qc/TfuSOl1BycI/AAAAAAAAHUs/GPAZqG-ULvY/s1600/16DSC08839_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3iDhRnA7qc/TfuSOl1BycI/AAAAAAAAHUs/GPAZqG-ULvY/s400/16DSC08839_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senhora pedindo esmolas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_gehBQqmRQ8/TfuSR1ioOEI/AAAAAAAAHUw/UkQrzKs53NA/s1600/17DSC_0549_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_gehBQqmRQ8/TfuSR1ioOEI/AAAAAAAAHUw/UkQrzKs53NA/s400/17DSC_0549_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPDnwmChXC4/TfuSSn01S7I/AAAAAAAAHU0/krrU1XWDIJs/s1600/18DSC_0564_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPDnwmChXC4/TfuSSn01S7I/AAAAAAAAHU0/krrU1XWDIJs/s400/18DSC_0564_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em Pushkar sempre está acontecendo algum festival, comemoração, festa tradicional, casamento, etc, geralmente regados à muita música, pessoas na rua, fogos de artifício e bombas, carroagens, cavalos, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUrlz1ouep4/TfuSTLjn9OI/AAAAAAAAHU4/NpUaOOU8yxk/s1600/19DSC08874_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUrlz1ouep4/TfuSTLjn9OI/AAAAAAAAHU4/NpUaOOU8yxk/s400/19DSC08874_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...elefantes, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKMpXkvEVU/TfuSTjgHVKI/AAAAAAAAHU8/9IFKOmSrR8w/s1600/20DSC_0555_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKMpXkvEVU/TfuSTjgHVKI/AAAAAAAAHU8/9IFKOmSrR8w/s400/20DSC_0555_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...dromedários, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Eu_J98SNs/TfuSUJxSSxI/AAAAAAAAHVA/UbPBbKjHxAg/s1600/21DSC_0571_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Eu_J98SNs/TfuSUJxSSxI/AAAAAAAAHVA/UbPBbKjHxAg/s400/21DSC_0571_ALT02.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...mas principalmente, muita gente, muita música e também muito barulho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5sNyIxKkEE/TfuSV03KWXI/AAAAAAAAHVE/6hB6YrISGEs/s1600/22DSC_0556_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5sNyIxKkEE/TfuSV03KWXI/AAAAAAAAHVE/6hB6YrISGEs/s400/22DSC_0556_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJoA4Pp4Fs/TfuSWVFFvDI/AAAAAAAAHVQ/6E2Y8KtPDcc/s1600/23DSC08987_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJoA4Pp4Fs/TfuSWVFFvDI/AAAAAAAAHVQ/6E2Y8KtPDcc/s400/23DSC08987_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entardecer em Pushkar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DICAS:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Nos hospedamos no &lt;b&gt;Hotel Rising Star&lt;/b&gt;, que fica perto do terminal de ônibus. Este hotel é de uma simpática e hospitaleira família. O quarto de casal com banheiro dentro custa 200 rúpias (porém, eles fizeram um desconto especial para nós, por 150 rúpias). E na primeira vez que estivemos em Pushkar, em março de 2010, ficamos no &lt;b&gt;Shuban Hotel&lt;/b&gt;, onde pagamos 150 rúpias pelo quarto de casal com banheiro dentro. A melhor maneira de saber onde ficar é escolher o hotel ao chegar em Pushkar. Sempre há várias pessoas no terminal de ônibus oferecendo hotéis (e a concorrência entre eles é grande). Então, basta ir conhecer os hotéis sem compromisso, pedir desconto no preço (isso é normal na India), e escolher o que mais te agrada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Os nossos restaurantes preferidos, com melhor relação custo benefício, são dois: &lt;b&gt;Om Shiva Buffet Restaurant&lt;/b&gt;, que oferece um farto buffet livre de comida indiana por 80 rúpias por pessoa; e o &lt;b&gt;Sai Baba Garden&lt;/b&gt;, com um agradável jardim e um ambiente tranquilo para passar algumas horas pensando na vida, e com um delicioso e barato cardápio de pratos indianos (uma refeição custa em torno de 65 rúpias por pessoa, – e não deixe de provar o ‘malai kofta’ deste lugar, que é um dos melhores que já comemos em toda a India).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Para ver as fotos e ler sobre a primeira vez que estivemos em Pushkar, em março de 2010, clique &lt;a href="http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2010/03/pushkar-india.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Um dólar vale cerca de 43 rúpias.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/743859547422422739-457288248876973588?l=robertolacaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/feeds/457288248876973588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/01/pushkar-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/457288248876973588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/743859547422422739/posts/default/457288248876973588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertolacaze.blogspot.com/2011/01/pushkar-india.html' title='Pushkar - India'/><author><name>Roberto Lacaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282793672352633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy08QwUoLGI/Tgep2LOmZQI/AAAAAAAAHVw/LgMCUoD146c/s220/DSC08507altred.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuK1UiDuKC8/TfuR5pVYpNI/AAAAAAAAHTw/bESkuDOon-Q/s72-c/01DSC_0622_ALT01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pushkar, Rajasthan, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>26.4905072 74.5551162</georss:point><georss:box>26.4762957 74.5353752 26.504718699999998 74.5748572</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743859547422422739.post-2917336829784202760</id><published>2011-01-22T23:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:30:20.184-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Rishikesh - India</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após passar a noite viajando de trem desde Delhi, chegamos na manhã de 22/12/2010 em Haridwar. O dia estava começando a querer raiar e fazia frio. Saímos da estação de trem e caminhamos até o terminal de ônibus, junto com um casal (um suíço e uma chinesa) que haviam viajado no mesmo trem que nós. Levamos um tempão para descobrir onde exatamente saía o ônibus para Rishikesh. Depois de uma hora de espera e informações desencontradas, conseguimos finalmente pegar o ônibus. Já tinha amanhecido. Após cerca de uma hora de viagem chegamos no terminal de ônibus que está no centro de Rishikesh. De lá pegamos um rickshaw até o High Bank, bairro onde havíamos ficado na primeira vez que estivemos em Rishikesh. Nos hospedamos na mesma pousada e descansamos um pouco da longa viagem. Na outra vez que estivemos lá era alta temporada e a região do High Bank era um lugar agradável para fugir do tumulto. Agora, porém, os poucos restaurantes que tem por lá estavam fechados e só abririam dali uns dois meses, quando iniciasse novamente a alta temporada. Como não estávamos dispostos a ter que ficar caminhando todas as noites (o High Bank fica um pouco afastado) até a área da Lakshman Jhula, onde está a maior parte dos restaurantes, decidimos mudar de hotel. Assim, nos mudamos no dia seguinte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nosso grande objetivo em Rishikesh era rever o Prem Baba, um guru brasileiro que conhecemos um ano antes, em nossa primeira passagem por lá. Nestes primeiros dias ele ainda não havia chegado, mas estaria chegando logo, perto do Natal. Após sua chegada, um pouco antes da virada do ano iniciaram os satsangas diários, uma espécie de palestra, onde o Prem Baba fala sobre temas diversos relacionados ao auto-conhecimento e espiritualidade. É muito interessante. E também é muito boa a experiência de estar lá, longe do “mundo cotidiano” e da correria do dia-a-dia, e poder colocar nosso foco exclusivamente nestes temas: Ter todo o tempo do mundo para nos dedicar a olhar para dentro de nós mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nossa rotina em Rishikesh resumia-se em participar dos satsangas do Prem Baba todas as manhãs e ter o resto do dia livre para passear, descansar, praticar yoga, refletir, etc. Outro momento especial do dia eram também as refeições, almoço e jantar, quando aproveitávamos para conhecer e provar os vários restaurantes da cidade e saborear a comida indiana, que tanto nos encanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim os dias em Rishikesh foram passando. E voando. Quase como uma viagem fora do tempo, em um universo à parte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tínhamos agendado um vipassana (uma meditação budista de 10 dias) para a segunda quinzena de janeiro em Jaipur, no Rajastão. No entanto, os dias em Rishikesh estavam sendo tão proveitosos que, depois de muito pensarmos a respeito, acabamos cancelando nossa participação no vipassana para poder ficar mais tempo em Rishikesh. Foi uma escolha difícil, mas pensamos que teríamos outras oportunidades para fazer o vipassana, afinal há práticas de vipassana em vários lugares do mundo, inclusive no Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E desta maneira nos estendemos em Rishikesh um pouco mais. Até que chegou a hora de partir: No dia 22/01/2011, depois de um mês parados (praticamente “morando” em Rishikesh), arrumamos nossas mochilas e seguimos viagem. Pegamos um rickshaw até o centro e então pegamos o ônibus até Haridwar. Em Haridwar passamos algumas horas esperando na estação, até que chegou o horário do nosso trem. Partimos assim rumo à Ajmer e Pushkar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsT3CjUzMJE/Telk6H7YX7I/AAAAAAAAHNg/PSxCS2tRGlE/s1600/01DSC_0502_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsT3CjUzMJE/Telk6H7YX7I/AAAAAAAAHNg/PSxCS2tRGlE/s400/01DSC_0502_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Ganga (como os indianos chamam o famoso Rio Ganges) cruza a cidade de Rishikesh, com a água de uma cor turquesa incrível. Nesta zona o rio termina sua descida das montanhas do Himalaia e inicia um longo trajeto pelas planícies do norte da India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utiF4hcVqJo/Telk6j6kLVI/AAAAAAAAHNk/riLjF_2HBd0/s1600/02DSC_0439_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utiF4hcVqJo/Telk6j6kLVI/AAAAAAAAHNk/riLjF_2HBd0/s400/02DSC_0439_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjUVwswnFW0/Telk7D_KtRI/AAAAAAAAHNo/NzypqTiYjpk/s1600/03DSC_0465_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjUVwswnFW0/Telk7D_KtRI/AAAAAAAAHNo/NzypqTiYjpk/s400/03DSC_0465_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satsang do Prem Baba, no Sachcha Dham Ashram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-isTroxU1djE/Telk70IrnmI/AAAAAAAAHNs/qQxXBJ_CVvI/s1600/04DSC_0458_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-isTroxU1djE/Telk70IrnmI/AAAAAAAAHNs/qQxXBJ_CVvI/s400/04DSC_0458_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prem Baba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HmzFEI3nuGQ/Telk8GJkTxI/AAAAAAAAHNw/JhF1L6J0_pw/s1600/05DSC_0419_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HmzFEI3nuGQ/Telk8GJkTxI/AAAAAAAAHNw/JhF1L6J0_pw/s400/05DSC_0419_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Ganga e, à direita, a Lakshman Jhula (uma ponte para pedestres e motos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vICgTN4z7_k/Telk_VNvZUI/AAAAAAAAHN0/5fslvMsg8jo/s1600/06DSC_0420_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vICgTN4z7_k/Telk_VNvZUI/AAAAAAAAHN0/5fslvMsg8jo/s400/06DSC_0420_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lakshman Jhula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OypQT4jlFI/Telk_1nmSTI/AAAAAAAAHN4/w_nSEZKdmOk/s1600/07DSC_0417_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OypQT4jlFI/Telk_1nmSTI/AAAAAAAAHN4/w_nSEZKdmOk/s400/07DSC_0417_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O macaco sabe abrir a torneira para tomar água!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEI-npe3SQs/TellARayw0I/AAAAAAAAHN8/mdJTMxtzlts/s1600/08DSC_0431_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEI-npe3SQs/TellARayw0I/AAAAAAAAHN8/mdJTMxtzlts/s400/08DSC_0431_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rishikesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veqlE1FJ-l4/TellBboxWAI/AAAAAAAAHOA/K1SCerhO2K8/s1600/09DSC_0483_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veqlE1FJ-l4/TellBboxWAI/AAAAAAAAHOA/K1SCerhO2K8/s400/09DSC_0483_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em Rishikesh as águas do Ganga ainda são limpas. Porém, mais adiante o rio já se torna poluído.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e90JdE8qNQE/TellB9iUDWI/AAAAAAAAHOE/Aa9UcpMscx8/s1600/10DSC_0474_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e90JdE8qNQE/TellB9iUDWI/AAAAAAAAHOE/Aa9UcpMscx8/s400/10DSC_0474_ALT02.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um sadhu tomando banho no rio. O Ganga é sagrado para os hinduístas, por isso sempre há muitos sadhus e peregrinos se banhando no rio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Kks5Tk51Ds/TellCXq7kHI/AAAAAAAAHOI/qV5AWLJwMmo/s1600/11DSC_0505_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Kks5Tk51Ds/TellCXq7kHI/AAAAAAAAHOI/qV5AWLJwMmo/s400/11DSC_0505_ALT02.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os sadhus dedicam-se à busca espiritual, praticam o desapego material, vivem apenas de esmolas e não cortam os cabelos. Alguns eram pessoas que levavam uma vida “normal”, com trabalho, família, etc., e que em algum momento decidiram deixar tudo, para então seguir sua busca. Outros eram simplesmente mendigos que nunca tiveram outra opção na vida. Muitos seguem uma busca sincera. Outros apenas se aproveitam da fé da pessoas para poder sobreviver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-az2u51IHZxo/TellDG8HqHI/AAAAAAAAHOM/iNPAgsvCuN8/s1600/12DSC_0518_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-az2u51IHZxo/TellDG8HqHI/AAAAAAAAHOM/iNPAgsvCuN8/s400/12DSC_0518_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WsGgCThSZsY/TellD9_YSPI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/evkoWIM5LPU/s1600/13DSC_0486_ALT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WsGgCThSZsY/TellD9_YSPI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/evkoWIM5LPU/s400/13DSC_0486_ALT02.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNuugDjN04s/TellE230L_I/AAAAAAAAHOU/ucXJmqu0-mQ/s1600/14DSC08661_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNuugDjN04s/TellE230L_I/AAAAAAAAHOU/ucXJmqu0-mQ/s400/14DSC08661_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mulheres peregrinas preparando para se banhar no Ganga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYh5ZUUOYXo/TellFDjEM6I/AAAAAAAAHOY/ube0wRXwfLI/s1600/15DSC_0536_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYh5ZUUOYXo/TellFDjEM6I/AAAAAAAAHOY/ube0wRXwfLI/s400/15DSC_0536_ALT01.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passávamos todos os dias por este sadhu, no caminho que fazíamos da pousada até o ashram para assistir os satsangs. Ele sempre nos cumprimentava sorridente. No último dia eu pedi para tirar uma foto dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPC3pZL5IYY/TellF8DgmnI/AAAAAAAAHOc/-gqP52zQ5zo/s1600/16DSC08623_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPC3pZL5IYY/TellF8DgmnI/AAAAAAAAHOc/-gqP52zQ5zo/s400/16DSC08623_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhq9RUiAWvw/TellGaFPmnI/AAAAAAAAHOg/OtYLdRFV8pE/s1600/17DSC08639_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhq9RUiAWvw/TellGaFPmnI/AAAAAAAAHOg/OtYLdRFV8pE/s400/17DSC08639_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtJrp5oiFoM/TellHUviFcI/AAAAAAAAHOk/PgETLbpQqig/s1600/18DSC08649_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtJrp5oiFoM/TellHUviFcI/AAAAAAAAHOk/PgETLbpQqig/s400/18DSC08649_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hApHC44JkVA/TellHxcBK0I/AAAAAAAAHOo/diU1W03v6eY/s1600/19DSC08626_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hApHC44JkVA/TellHxcBK0I/AAAAAAAAHOo/diU1W03v6eY/s400/19DSC08626_ALT01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jq3ge-8r0oA/TellIpHoedI/AAAAAAAAHOs/5qd0OHIJNDc/s1600/20DSC08620_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jq3ge-8r0oA/TellIpHoedI/AAAAAAAAHOs/5qd0OHIJNDc/s400/20DSC08620_ALT01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Este sadhu era muito simpático: Estava sempre sorrindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ozvke7FQMtk/TellJHCLnPI/AAAAAAAAHOw/Seqms793HrU/s1600/21DSC08671_ALT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ozvke7FQMtk/TellJHCLnPI/AAAAAAAAHOw/Seqms793HrU/s400/21DSC08671_ALT01.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPaKdNtrcf4/TellJ4I5DyI/AAAAAAAAHO0/ys04vf
