2 of August -THAT'S INCORRECT!!


    I woke up early and slep like a stone from the long day I had yesterday.No one was up today, so I went to check Vietri alone.

   Vietri sul Mare is a small coastal city, but full of personality and life.I started to climb the litle snake street to the centre.There were People going up and down transporting all kinds of things,pallets full of vegetables and fishes,plastic bags,bottles,babies,bikes,boxes; kids playng running arround,people delivering the goods late to the grocer, that created a reaccion in him already deep in his soul to talk loudly in a musical manner while conducting hard expressive handgestures,an italian barber shop where a man is greedily getting a shave by the good mood barber, the old man and woman seated on the entry stairs isntead of the porch as I usualy saw in Lisbon,people looking and talking and observing the food and buyng and smoking and walking.

 Vietri as also great cult of ceramic tradition, with a great amount of ceramic art workshops, selling mostly ceramic with sea lifestyle, countryside and local landscape motives.As I was walking through the city, I saw cerâmic works that capted my attention, they were brightly original and diferent ,with vessels of diferent shapes and sizes, with drawings of a jester style kind of man.


  I went in the shop and there he was, the artist making the art.I observed him for 10 seconds really built-in on his work until he snaped off of it and greet me up "buongiorno".I greeted him to and started to talk with him.He didn't speak much of Anglo Languange, but I said if he spoke "italiano piano", I would understand.He told me that he was a very fond friend of a portuguese cerâmic artist, that founded a museum in vietri and became very famous for that, Gargaeilio ( only later I found he's name was Manuel Gargaleiro, but I liked more the distorted form of the surname).The artist I was speaking too, Klàus, was pretty famous too, the pope had once visited his store and Klàus gave him one of his works of art.A friend of him came by and for the next 15 minutes we had an enjoyable talk about italian gestures, what they ment,italian vocabulary and italian and portuguese chicas.I learned that the hand expression to say "the food is good" in portuguese, touching the bottom pillow of the ear with the fingers ment "gay" in italian.after an animated talk in his workshop, he gave me a card, saying that if i went to Lisbon to the other museum of Gargaelio, to say to him that I was a friend of Klàus.I said goodbye to both and left the place.


  I went through another unkown way to the nuns place.When I got there, the lunch wasn't still ready, so I asked the portuguese girls and the macedonians if they wanted to go with us to visit the beach.they said ok and we left the monastery to go down to the beach.Halfway to the beach, we got to a plaza with a balcony where you could see a beautiful view, with the mountains that surrounded vietri, it's cliffs going all the way down to the water, it's vulcanic rock hit by the water for eternity, now in gravelled sand on the shore to form a litle beach and up there the traditional houses of the region and the church.


   We stayed there a couple more so they could take photos for facebook.

   We went down in the step hill street, with motorcycles circulating all the time.

   When we got to the beach, me and Filipa had a nice talk with a man that in the end said that when we would go to Cava di Tireni he would offer us an Icecream.OKê!

   In the nuns place, almost everybody had arrived now, exept the Polish, so we started to make games to break the ice and meet people.One was to write your name in a balloon then throw it away and when music stops you had to catch anothe balloon and give it to that person. When they were in the air, the balloons and the jumping people created a fanfare look in the high ceiling room.

    After a "molto buono!" pasta breakfast, we went seeing the next big city, Salermo.When we got there, we recieved a formal welcoming by the mayor and other representatives.It was a pretty interesting time of 1 and a half hour, exept from the fact that I didn't understood shit from what they said, exept from a nice 35 year old lady that spoke a nice compreensible italian.I wondered why.In the end of the lezione , the guy asked if we had any questions, to not be shy, so I went up and asked why I could understand the lady and not the other men, if she was from a diferent region or spoke a diferent dialect.All the people started laughing.The guy said she was from here and made a silly joke about it.


   At the front of the mayor's house they gave us a pocket lunch and we ate there.Haha pocket lunch -why? can I stuff this in my pocket?I don't think so.Haha I laughed to myself, this is a lunch inside a plastic bag!

In the afternoon we had a tourist visit around salermo, with bigger houses than in vietri, and some silly small arcs between the short streets that served for the buildings not to collapse on each other.

   At the end of the day we went back to vietri to have the Check Estonian Night.It was a lot of fun,presentations that preceded lots of salty food and harsh drinks, and fun drinking game where they would take the strainer off the vodka bottle and put sweet fish gums inside it, and people had to hook the fish in his mouth, while drinking absurd quantities of vodka.Awsome game that got everybody drunk.After that they offered even more drinks and made a litle disco in the outside area that we were in.

   After a the starter party, with all the people walking strait in frowning soberty, we quickly walked to the bus that was going to take us to a city witch I cannot remember the name, but was like an hour or more from Vietri.

   I was feeling really sick from the complete sober state I was in, so I went to the front of the bus and Marta helped me a lot, and I got to know that she had travelled a lot, she had made erasmus in Hong Kong and went visiting the regions surrounding it.

  When we got there, we had to wait a bit till we went to the museum.We were a big group of people, only guided by a female italian guide which I didn't like her face right from the start.I kept quiet listening to her boring descriptions of vessels and ruined pieces of greek culture found there and when she stood right of an european map with arrows from greece pointed only to the inside of the Mediterranian, she said "(...)2500 years before crist the greeks had reached their peak in terms of navigation, arriving to Italy, cartagne, france and the mediterranean islands/"-"That's incorrect!" I said, coming from the croud with a wool smoking,angry and determined."You see,in their peaks the Greeks had passed the Gibraltar straight, arrived to southeast of Spain, Portugal and North of Africa!!"I said, pointing in the map to the areas that weren't even maked in it"they had established trade routes in all of these places!they left a lot of heritage and evidence!!What you're saying is premade bullshit of"- an arm quickly grabs me and pulls me, and I got sucked in to a spot behind the croud.Mario comes to me and says:"letsa go outsida, joáó"-he said calmly.I was pretty pissed of by then.

     He offered me a cigarette and I told him why she was wrong.After a while i was calm and I started to say good things and compliments to everybody that now was slwoly leaving the museum.I started to talk a lot, about how much bullshit we listen and have to stand with everyday, how much the world is fucked up and people don't give a fuck and don't think, and how dificult it is for people to really think outside of their mentally exausting routines.

    At 4 am we started walking to the show we would see.The entrance was like a disco ,only outside.When we enter the complex, and walked the clandle lit path, me, my cousin and Marta seated together next to the other guys in from of an ancient, beautiful,intact, WoW sized greek temple.The Temple was lit from below, with coroled lights that would change from time to time, but very soft change that most of the people wouldn't notice.After a time of not loud but not silent talks, with neither sober nor drunk people, a perfectly clear sound of a woman speaking beautiful italian like she was speaking to an ear,she told stories about greek gods,apollo and the sun ,the moon, the dances and the skies.It was a bit cold and I had brought 2 jackets but only trousers, so the jacket I wasn't wearing I wrapped around my legs to not feel cold.In the midle of her talk, the statues that were standing on the base of the forefront ionic colums of the temple started to move graciously, slowly,interacting with eachother.I wasn't expecting that and I became stupefied.Then the music paced up and a group of dancers came from the back and they started to dance gallantry, with faster moves,in  contemporanic style.The colors changed faster, from cold to warm and vice-versa.I was enjoying the dance, but I was extremely sleepy, and after a while the dance became hypnotic to me and I just felt asleep.Carolina woke me up when the show was over, now the day was borning, and we went to the bus to Vietri to sleep.We said gooday to the nuns.







 

1 of Setembre - Iere I aGO to Italy!

    We arrived to the Airport and I was wearing a winter jacket to not to show my marks on my neck.Only after I discovered that it had a meaning.I was feeling very hot, and after a while i though"fuck it" and put the jaket in my bag.the marks were now really ugly, it looked like I had aids or something. we went to check in the bags, and I've found a girl I met when I was couchsurfing in João's Place.She was going to Brazil but first scaling in Madrid like us.We meet Marta and the other two girls, Andreia and Filipa.My mother wasn't happy with me and it showed on her face.

    After all I said goodbye to my mother and went to room waiting for the plane.All when well from our flight from Lisbon to Madrid.We had to wait like 2 hours there.We saw some nuns in the airport and the girls started counting them ,gigling once in a while. nun count:3.Madrid Airport was really modern and broad, with curved wooden arcs supported by byforked beams that made a degrade from red to yellow to green.But I questioned the praticallity of that roof and a that beams.Arquitecture is really nice, but in public buildings i ask wheather they would spend less money so they build a more pratical building and have more money for other more important things in society, like health and education.

  We flow from Madrid to Rome, and in the ring were they put the bags for people to pick up i saw that my tent was missing.I went to the customer service of Iberia and I reported a complain

nun count:4

We took a Train to the suburbs of Rome to catch a bus in the bus terminal, and what the fuck that we see more nuns there! nun count:8

   we waited an hour and a half and we caught the buss at 5:30 pm.I was with food on my hand when I was entering the bus, and the driver sayd I couldn't eat, but when I sat down I saw a woman eating cookies, so why not eat mine?and I start eating them too.the ride was long end exausting, and we got to salerno at 11pm or so, and we got picked up by Henrique and Daniele.Daniele didn't spoke much of english, but you could notice he was a nice guy.when We got there there was only the Macedonian team and the Check Estonian Team.We got welcomed by them and a big Margarita pizza for each on of us!That is a welcome!

 We laughed our asses of when we discovered we were sleeping at the monastery with the nuns!!

nun count:uncountable

27-30 of August- Last Days In Lisbon

     These days were all about party in Restelo with the guys and the girls.

    On the 27 we had a party next to the museum with only the guys from the camp, then the 28th and 29th Mariana and vera came and we  told happy birthday to Chi through the phone.She was having her birthday party on the 2nd, but i could go because I was in Italy.

     I was in a dilemma with myself for quite some time but now it was reaching climatic proportions.I was leaving to Italy on the 1st of Setember, And I had to tell my mother before it that after it I would continue on my journey to France and then throughout europe,for a year, Hitchhiking and couchsurfing, meeting new people, doing some work now and then, and visiting awsome places and not so awsome ones. The thing was that I had told my mother already about this, but she though I was joking the majority of times and didn't even pay attention to what i was sayng, and when she though I wasn't joking she slapped me in the face, sayng to not to joke  with her, with tears on her eyes.

    Maybe I won't tell her about what I want to do.Maybe It's better.I talked with my friends about this and they said the oposite, that was  better to tell her sooner as possible.I told them this was probabily the hardest thing I will have done in all my life.Because I feel like i'm backstabing my mother when i'll tell her i'll do this.A woman that gave me everything, and now I don't behave to her expectations. There is a chinese proverb which says that the best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is now.I guess it can be applied to this situation now.But It's a fukin hard task to plant this tree.The soil is old, hard,already made, and the water flows through it like sand.but I have to do It.Tomorrow for sure.I have to drop the flood.

    So on the 30th of Setembre of 2010 I told my mother at lunch I wanted to talk with her when she gets back from work.This gave time for me and my mother to prepare mentaly for the talk, at least a bit.
    When she got back from work, She asked me what I wanted to talk with her so we sat on her bed, and after she said something like "Start talking,what is it" I was silent for 10 seconds, then  trying to do a serious look so she could believe I wasn't joking I looked her in the eyes and said what were my plans for the next year, talking for like 5 minutes for what would I do this, where would I go to and how would I do this.Of course she started a rampage.But It wasn't the same kind I was used too, It was the kind like "do what you want" and then "if you think its better to [RAMPAGE] ,then do it".

     After that my mother leisurely grabbed a black beer from the fridge than sat on the round table of our living room, looking at the sunset behind the buildings and the trees and the palace of Pena,far away from our house,  drinking beer from a crystal wine glass, with crossed legs, a cigarette in her bent hand, humid melancholyc eyes whatching these hole scene.

     Crap.I felt really bad for this and I went to Felipe's house.I think my mother felt really dissapointed of me and i think she gave up a bit.But In a way I think it could have been much worse.Anyway,I just wanted to forget it.We waited there seeing a sci-fi movie with his father and his new fixed surround Speakers until all the guys were there, most of them brought drinks so we were really full of them.

   We went with them outside to a park from the museum with gravel on the floor and wooden structures were you could climb them.Mariana came after a while with a friend and Madalena came after that too.We started to play Rings of Fire with alchoolic drinks, of course, vodka ,cream liquor, cola,lemon juice.I drank a lot that day.I secretly throw up so I could drink more with more effect, hehehe.And I drank more!In the end we were all in a good mood, and the ones with the best mood climbed up "the tower" to drink vodka shots with the cover of the bottle.after some shots Madalena bite me in the neck.That shit really hurt! I bite her back for revenge.Then she bite another one.Then he bite her and another one.In the end almost everyone at the top was biten!We had a fun time there.After a while Madalena said she had to go home, so I went with her to the bus station and while waiting for the bus we kissed each other.Then when the bus came I came back to the complex,and said goodbye to Mariana and Pedro.Now only the old friends were there, and they started to give me advices for my next year,advices I'll remember and put to good use.We went to Felipe's house again because he had some stash left.we got out of his house and went to the stairs right of the square near Sale's old house and put the last of the stash on the cup to good use.

  At the end of it I asked for hours.5:10 am of 1 of Septembre.I had to "get up" at 5:30.I said goodbye to each of them and Tomas escorted me to my house.Good yougnster that guy is.I see a future behind that Harry Potter looking boy!


  When I got home my mother woke up after a bit, and it was a weird atmosphere there.I was hungry and I ate 6 huge toasts with butter and honey on it.MmMMmmm!! I live for this!

I had my backpack ready, so I tightened the straps around the waist and went to the car with my mother to pick up my cousin, which was coming to Italy with me.

23-25 of August -  Leaving?We just have started!

I spent the 23 mostly in bed and around the house, taking medicine and eating like a bird.The worst part was over, but I still had all those simtoms apart from vomiting.

   On the 24 I was feeling almost ok, and I asked for a bike to my uncle so I could check were they were.I went down to the river beach, but they werent there.Probabily they are at the camp.

   I climbed all the way up to Vila Nova do ceira with the bike on my hands and then i let the gravity do it's magic from the way to VN do Ceira to the small village, Cabril, then to their camp.I got a litle bit sad because they werent ther either, but then I knew they could only be in one place:down in the river where the water divides the moutains.It's a really great place because when you're swimming between those clifs you feel like an ant in a huge deep pool with 2 giants looking at you desapointed.then you can climb a bit of the right cliff with an help of a rope and dive into the water.almost nobody knows the place so it's even more beautiful and wild.Almost better than the place is the way to get there from the camp, where the river is very shallow most parts of it, and you have to step from  rock to rock, and it's a game of pacience , dexterity and skill.than you get to parts where you can swim a bit.and if you have swimming glasses on you see all this fishes in the water that you though they werent there.towards the end there's a peninsula that is covered by a cliff so it's pratically an island, and you can stay there and you see that there were people who camped there and left fire vestiges. They surely are having fun. I will wait here for them next to the bed of the river, lying on the matress on the rocks reading Dharma bums. After a while ,I started to hear sounds of people screaming in joy-There they are, at the end of the river.I made a pole from a long branch and i stuck my black t-shirt on top of it so I could make a flag so they can see i'm there.I countinued reading and after 15 minutes the fastest ones started to arrive to the small stall by the river, right of me.

    I updated them and they updated me, saying they had a lot of fun in the cliffs jumping to the water.They said that they explored a nice cave on top off the cliffs and I wondered how the hell they got up there.we got to the camp and they said that they were leaving tomorow."Leaving?We just have started having fun!"-I said, in a suprise mood."Yeah, but it is for you because you got sick almost right from the start,we exausted ourselves here and in the beach in the village these days"-said Salvador.I guess they're right, but I'm a bit sad because I lost all the fun.And our "fun" supplies  were depleted last night they were here in the camp, they said it was a fucking good night.Haha I wished I would had benn better that day so I could spend that night here.Ok, and know there was a an issue.Some people wanted to go to camp by the beach and others wanted to stay in the camp, both arguing that that way they would save more energy for tomorrow to go to the bus.In the end, half of the people went to to camp by the beach near the place they would get on the bus tomorow, and half stayed in the camp.I went with the guys that were going to the beach because I would sleep at my uncle's place which was close .My mother did the favor of picking them up and brought them to the river , while I went by bike.They set up the tents and Ricardo was there, Fishing like a maniac, attaking the river with his buoy, scaring all the fish away.I invited him to dinner with us.Ricardo looks like he's drunk all the time , but he's a nice boy, and we had a fun time with him and his mannered younger brother.I prepared him a huge "tomatada" with tomatoes and onions that a nice old woman had given us when we asked just for salt.I sleep like a baby in my cosy bed that day.


    25- i woke up early to say goodbye to them,and went to the centre of the town in front of the church were the bus would come.And there they were, a bit touched by sleep , and I noticed Carlos and Rodrigo Goodlife weren't having a goodtime at all."We got sick last night, we are having similar simptoms to yours" said Carlos, with a sick smile on his face.After a while, Rodrigo throw up next to the bench.They're fucked up alright.I went home and gave them my medicine, and after they went to the pharmacy.The guys which had slept by the beach said they shaved some cold there.We had a nice talk about how fucked up were the russians with the vodka, and after that the bus arrived.I said goodbye to them waving my arms like a maniac on top of the gas cylinders in from of the cafe.After lunch me, Cartridge, my brother and my cousin Carolina went to Lisbon, stoping first in Coimbra to see the bedridden sister of cartucho, Joana, who had been operated a short time ago.Strong woman she is.We payed a doctor visit to her and told her to hold on.It's boring alright to be bedridden, but what can you do when you are like that?Lots of pacience and good mood, and think that better times will come.

   Then we went to Lisbon, cheking the internet on the car till the laptop fades.

22 of August- Tragic Smelly Apoteose


   I woke up feeling like shit trapped inside a shit jar. Tumultuous sleep I was in, where the air smelled like putrid liver diharrea and my body was colapsing at an unsuspected rate.I had nightmares where I materialized the desiese, flying giant tentacles binding my soul onto eternity.This night felt like a week of constant pain in the darkness.I stood up to smell the coffe in the morning, such coffe of my own defeated body, such body that was going to be beaten again.

  My stomach rolled upside down .I felt nausea, a nausea that ment that something would change in my body, and that was that someting would leave my mouth for good.I accepted that.But denied it to my friends and in a hurry, with a bottle on my left hand, I told to the half of the camp, half waked up half baked that i was going to get some water.Lies.I couldn't handle the preassure for much longer.When I saw that they werent in sight, I just squatted down with my head down and just let go."BRAGHLHGHGH!"-the first spasm of vomit went down even before I squatted, staying below the gravel of the forest, composed of pine tree bark and dried leaves, worms and bacteria on and under it, who will love my newly old digested guts.That unpleasant sound ment that in a period of 20 seconds, at a random time, a much bigger spasm would happen."BRAAAAAAGHLSHHSTROWWBLHSH!!"-and so it was. This was probabily my strongest spasm of vomit I had ever felt.It was green, yellow and red, mixed with beans and tunafish from the last dinner, and cokies and bread from before.It lasted 4 seconds and It completedly knocked down my body.I felt like fainting, all my muscles were trembling, screaming for rest.I was sweating all over,my muscles just completely let go, including my anus muscle that relaxed himself, resulting in me shitting my swim shorts all over with liquid diahrrea that streamed down with ease on my hairy legs.My whole body,my mind,my soul and heart were asking for mercy:But it wasnt coming soon, and I throwed up a couple of times after that.And I throwed a lot more after.

 Great!I had a perfumed liquid pouring down from my ass to my legs, passing my shorts,I had another sweet gelatine like water leaking down from my mouth onto my chin onto my t-shirt, my head was the oposite of the worst headache,my muscles couldnt be better and I could jump and run like a superhuman!!I hand't hangover  and my eyesight was better than a hawk!

    In that state of being, I walked like a zombie to the nearest village,with a blurry vision which hardly distinguished shades from light, vomiting and diahriing now and then.Shit, I had to found a place to clean myself.When I got to the village A woman aproached me, unaware of my state, and started talking to me about the  fruits that we had stolen from the farms, that we had throwed some all over the floor, that if it was for eating it was ok but it wasnt' for that, and that she had to grab and clean from the floor all the grapes we dropped. Without her noticing,she was skinning me down, layer by layer, each one with a diferent kind of pain till I got fucking insane.Why isn't she aware of my state?or scent?I think she's inside my diharea smell radius.maybe she can't smell that good.With all my left strenghts, I kindly apologized to the woman, saying that the fruits we took were only for eating,and that only one member of our team dropped the fruit without our aproval and that we would repreend him in an harsh way.She was ok with me now, and she started to talk a bit more.Fuck! she wont shut up!.After a 5 minutes of an ultra interesting talk, about what we were doing here, the organization we belong and that her shitty son was studing some shit in some shitty place she finally let me off, and I continued my way down, rubbing my jerked shorts in my legs and ass ,irritating the belly of my legs .If she looked back she would see my shorts all brown in the ass area, and my legs more tanned than usual.

   Just down of the road I got lucky.There was a tiny bridge with a poluted stream flowing underneath, and I went down to the stream and undressed myself to clean me up from my body liquids.I stepped down into the muddy bottom stream and started to wash myself.when I started to wash my red shorts, I started to see an insect flying around me, maybe a bee or something.5 seconds later I was stung by it 5 times, neck, finger, face, back and leg."HAAUU!..HAU.HAU.HAU...HAAAAUU!!!!PUTA DO CARALH(..)"-I cursed the wasp and it´s whole relatives till the fucking primitive bacteria that had started it all.It fucking hurt like hell, adding to the hell i was in already.I panicked with the angry wasp that was defending his territory and i quickly grabbed my stuff and nakedly walked away into the road.2 cars passed by seeing me in my birthday suit, but I didn't care and walked like this to the next river, 100 meters onwards, and I finished my cleaning with cold water and dressed myself in the wet swiming shorts and the baby blue shirt with a big smile on it.I still had the bottle so I went to the fountain and filled it, then asked a old granny wich i knew already for a benu-ron or something to relieve me from my headache and feveral state.She gave me an aspirin and i spent 10 minutes with her all fucked up and her talking about how drugs are bad for youngsters.She probabily assumed I had shot myself with heroin and had an almost-overdose or something.I looked like that at least.

   I went to the camp and the guys didn´t suspect nothing.They said they were going to the fluvial beach and asked me if I wanted to go too, but i explained my condition and asked carlos if i could make a siesta on his rubber air matress.I slept there but after 5 hours of rolling over and sweating and diahrrea I told myself I had to go to the hospital.I called my mother and asked her if she could pick me up in Cabril so She could take me to the hospital.She said yes and I went to Cabril, where I saw  the guys coming from the beach.they stayed there until my mother and uncle picked me up in his jeep bmw.When I got in the car I got really sick again and asked my uncle if he could stop so I could throw up.I did that and was a bit better again.When we got to the hospital in Gois the doctor said I got a gastrointritis, that a lot of people had gotten the same simptoms i had last week, probabily from the water or food.They put a needle in my arm with serum flowing throw it for 15 minutes and I felt a hole lot better, but still i wasn't hungry and had headache.My mother said it would be better for me to sleep in a spare bedroom at my uncle's place, where my aunt and her where sleeping too.As usual, my mother tryied to penance food inside myself, but I really hadn't stomach for that kind of thing.I went to sleep early with 39º of fever.

"Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking."
Albert Einstein

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