<?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-9219210546080414985</id><updated>2011-08-02T21:39:13.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Beyond</title><subtitle type='html'>'Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?' - Walt Whitman                                            



'One doesn't discover new lands whithout consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time' - Andre Gıde</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-504195558059129438</id><published>2010-01-02T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T05:37:14.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Branding Trends for 2010: Value is the New Black</title><content type='html'>Though US economists are cautiously predicting an uptick in consumer spending next year, the post-recession landscape will present brand marketers with new challenges, new engagement realities and new rules, and will increase pressure to prove how and why branded products deliver value, &lt;a href="http://www.brandkeys.com/news/press/10%20Trends%20for%202010.pdf"&gt;according to&lt;/a&gt; (pdf) Dr. Robert Passikoff, president of &lt;a href="http://www.brandkeys.com/"&gt;Brand Keys&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using what Passikoff calls “predictive loyalty metrics” gleaned from consumer data his firm collects,  Brandkeys analyzed the likely consumer values, needs and expectations for the next 12-18 months and offered the following 10 trends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Value is the new black: Consumer spending, even on sale items, will continue to be replaced by a reason-to-buy at all. This may spell  trouble for brands with no authentic meaning, whether high-end or low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brands are increasingly a surrogate for value: What makes goods and services valuable will increasingly be what’swrapped up in the brand and what it stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Brand differentiation is brand value: The unique meaning of a brand will increase in importance as genericfeatures continue to propagate in the brand landscape. Awareness as a meaningful market force has long been obsolete, and differentiation will be critical for sales and profitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. “Because I said so” is over: Brand values can be established as a brand identity, but they must believably exist in the mind of the consumer. A brand can’t just say it stands for something and make it so. The consumer will decide, making itmore important than ever for a brand to have measures of authenticity that will aid in brand differentiation and consumer engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Consumer expectations are growing: Brands are barely keeping up with consumer expectations now. Every day consumers adopt and devour the latest technologies and innovations, and hunger for more. Smarter marketers will identify and capitalize on unmet expectations. Those brands that understand where the strongest expectations exist will be the brands that survive and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Old tricks don’t - and won’t - work anymore: Consumers are on to brands trying to play their emotions for profit. In the wake of the financial debacle of this past year, people are more aware then ever of the hollowness of bank ads that claim “we’re all in this together” when those same banks have rescinded their credit and turned their retirement plan into case studies. The same is true for insincere celebrity pairings - such as Seinfeld &amp;amp; Microsoft or Tiger Woods &amp;amp; Buick. Celebrity values and brand values instead need to be in concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Consumers won’t need to know a brand to love it: As the buying space becomes even more online-driven and international (and uncontrolled by brands and corporations), front-end awareness will become less important. A brand with the right street credibility can go viral in days, with awareness following -  not leading - the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It’s not just buzz: Conversation and community is increasingly important, and if consumers trust the community, they will extend trust to the brand. This means not just word of mouth, but the right word of mouth within the community. This has significant implications for future of customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Consumers talk with each other before talking with brands: Social networking and exchange of information outside of the brand space will increase. This - at least in theory - will mean more opportunities for brands to get involved in these spaces and meet customers where they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Engagement is not a fad; It’s the way today’s consumers do business: Marketers will come to accept that there are four engagement methods: The platform (TV; online), the context (program; webpage), the message (ad or communication), and the experience (store/event). At the same time, they also will realize that brand engagement will become impossible using out-dated attitudinal models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passikoff believes that accommodating all of these trends will require some companies to undergo significant paradigm shifts, which will likely be painful but necessary.  Either way, change in the brand marketing pace will be inevitable.  “Whether a brand does something about it or not, the future is where it’s going to spend the rest of its life. How long that life lasts is up to the brand, determined by how it responds to today’s reality,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent research from Penn State University found that &lt;a href="http://www.marketingcharts.com/interactive/one-in-five-tweets-is-brand-related-10404/"&gt;one in five Tweets is brand related&lt;/a&gt;, and appears to support the belief that there is an increasing desire for brand engagment and customer service on more community-based media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another study from Penn, Schoen &amp;amp; Berland Associates, similarly proclaims that “value is the new black,” predicting that &lt;a href="http://www.marketingvox.com/recession-shoppers-pursue-value-not-just-discounts-044924/"&gt;post-recession shoppers will transform into “value hunters”&lt;/a&gt; as they look for true value and meaning from brands, rather than just discounts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-504195558059129438?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/504195558059129438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=504195558059129438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/504195558059129438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/504195558059129438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-branding-trends-for-2010-value-is.html' title='10 Branding Trends for 2010: Value is the New Black'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-2105343364881863002</id><published>2009-09-07T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:49:42.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estes dias para mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só para mim que queria tanto descansar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficam as imagens de split... 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Quase singelo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVh6nRDCaI/AAAAAAAAElM/NNag6IUw_rQ/s1600-h/DSCF4296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378812989564717474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVh6nRDCaI/AAAAAAAAElM/NNag6IUw_rQ/s400/DSCF4296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVdwskZMxI/AAAAAAAAEkc/siVUuXWJNF0/s1600-h/DSCF4298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378808421142835986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVdwskZMxI/AAAAAAAAEkc/siVUuXWJNF0/s400/DSCF4298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVjsydl4sI/AAAAAAAAElU/T4-NXt3GwkM/s1600-h/DSCF4297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378814951075209922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVjsydl4sI/AAAAAAAAElU/T4-NXt3GwkM/s400/DSCF4297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/9219210546080414985-2105343364881863002?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/2105343364881863002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=2105343364881863002' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2105343364881863002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2105343364881863002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/09/estes-dias-para-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVh6HQXDVI/AAAAAAAAElE/K1YyDhklEu0/s72-c/DSCF4299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-2688284222877197065</id><published>2009-09-07T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:01:14.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para reflexão:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ENJOY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WASTING&lt;/span&gt;, IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WASTED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVYX9OP0hI/AAAAAAAAEj8/4Hgda5tffpY/s1600-h/DSCF4250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378802498558480914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVYX9OP0hI/AAAAAAAAEj8/4Hgda5tffpY/s400/DSCF4250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVX9m2WSjI/AAAAAAAAEj0/gEkxYSQ7ufQ/s1600-h/DSCF4251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378802045876062770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVX9m2WSjI/AAAAAAAAEj0/gEkxYSQ7ufQ/s400/DSCF4251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/9219210546080414985-2688284222877197065?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/2688284222877197065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=2688284222877197065' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2688284222877197065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2688284222877197065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-reflexao.html' title='Para reflexão:'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVYX9OP0hI/AAAAAAAAEj8/4Hgda5tffpY/s72-c/DSCF4250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-150417036644938107</id><published>2009-09-07T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:56:17.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tão amigas!!!</title><content type='html'>Consegui finalmente visitar a Diana a Geneve! Mesmo que apenas por algumas horas, valeu tanto a pena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao conhecia a cidade, e sai de lá encantada... o lago, a vista para a montanha, o centro historico que mais parece que voltámos aos tempos mediavais, não fossem as teenage girls empapadas em maquilhagem a fazerem-se passar por grownups! Estilos peculicares de botas felpudas com em tempo de primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a cidade continua igual a ela mesma e feliz. Senti a cidade feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVPkhtFTmI/AAAAAAAAEi8/sxBzWTcl0eI/s1600-h/DSCF4231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378792818905271906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVPkhtFTmI/AAAAAAAAEi8/sxBzWTcl0eI/s400/DSCF4231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVPlihqYAI/AAAAAAAAEjM/5xFl8LozEkc/s1600-h/DSCF4238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378792836305674242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVPlihqYAI/AAAAAAAAEjM/5xFl8LozEkc/s400/DSCF4238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mais feliz estava eu por ter a companhia da minha amiga de longa data comigo naquelas horas da escala que fiz na cidade dela de proposito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVPmd-oPgI/AAAAAAAAEjU/QBtCCkmB43Q/s1600-h/DSCF4235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378792852264861186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVPmd-oPgI/AAAAAAAAEjU/QBtCCkmB43Q/s400/DSCF4235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVPm9KPINI/AAAAAAAAEjc/EDT2-fQZgLM/s1600-h/DSCF4236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378792860635046098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVPm9KPINI/AAAAAAAAEjc/EDT2-fQZgLM/s400/DSCF4236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada amiga!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVPlLTYbCI/AAAAAAAAEjE/do6pL-SCIsc/s1600-h/DSCF4227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378792830071761954" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVPlLTYbCI/AAAAAAAAEjE/do6pL-SCIsc/s400/DSCF4227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/9219210546080414985-150417036644938107?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/150417036644938107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=150417036644938107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/150417036644938107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/150417036644938107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/09/tao-amigas.html' title='Tão amigas!!!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVPkhtFTmI/AAAAAAAAEi8/sxBzWTcl0eI/s72-c/DSCF4231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-504114233420143393</id><published>2009-09-07T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:15:42.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vá para fora cá dentro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVKDr8YznI/AAAAAAAAEis/kcfp4EWuJVU/s1600-h/DSCF4068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378786757159997042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVKDr8YznI/AAAAAAAAEis/kcfp4EWuJVU/s400/DSCF4068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderia eu não estar happy com as minhas ferias em territorio nacional?&lt;br /&gt;Como poderia eu passar mais um ano sem visitar a ilha do pessegueiro!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVKEGdBtSI/AAAAAAAAEi0/c1ZMCHvlrwk/s1600-h/DSCF4140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378786764276217122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVKEGdBtSI/AAAAAAAAEi0/c1ZMCHvlrwk/s400/DSCF4140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Havia um pessegueiro na ilha&lt;br /&gt;plantado por um Vizir de Odemira&lt;br /&gt;Que dizem por amor se matou novo,&lt;br /&gt;aqui no lugar de Porto Côvo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVKDKXIvxI/AAAAAAAAEik/0Z_OFgW-2QU/s1600-h/DSCF4162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378786748145385234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVKDKXIvxI/AAAAAAAAEik/0Z_OFgW-2QU/s400/DSCF4162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos pontos altos eu diria que foi a Villa Domilú!! Muito cosy e nostálgica para o meu querido... belos banhos e belas noites que souberam a pouco nesta tão pacata lagoa algarvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVKCmOXFNI/AAAAAAAAEic/RVFbCdNk6xE/s1600-h/DSCF4061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378786738444899538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVKCmOXFNI/AAAAAAAAEic/RVFbCdNk6xE/s400/DSCF4061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As casas caiadas deste nosso alentejo perdido e tão bem aventurado, fizeram as minhas delicias e felicidade por poder voltar a ter tempo para o meu pais. Hummm quanto orgulho tenho desta nosssa praia lusitana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVIU-yYrKI/AAAAAAAAEiM/M4Cps9eRZkg/s1600-h/DSCF4119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378784855252839586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVIU-yYrKI/AAAAAAAAEiM/M4Cps9eRZkg/s400/DSCF4119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVIVSoiExI/AAAAAAAAEiU/WJ0iALL2sQg/s1600-h/DSCF4181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378784860580221714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVIVSoiExI/AAAAAAAAEiU/WJ0iALL2sQg/s400/DSCF4181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVIUWFWo4I/AAAAAAAAEiE/ep97eJV5VRo/s1600-h/DSCF4098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378784844326544258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVIUWFWo4I/AAAAAAAAEiE/ep97eJV5VRo/s400/DSCF4098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVIT8sgNxI/AAAAAAAAEh8/67kZNAjHn64/s1600-h/DSCF4089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378784837511427858" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVIT8sgNxI/AAAAAAAAEh8/67kZNAjHn64/s400/DSCF4089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVITXYxWOI/AAAAAAAAEh0/4LZf_SwRA2k/s1600-h/DSCF4060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378784827496552674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVITXYxWOI/AAAAAAAAEh0/4LZf_SwRA2k/s400/DSCF4060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/9219210546080414985-504114233420143393?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/504114233420143393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=504114233420143393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/504114233420143393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/504114233420143393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/09/va-para-fora-ca-dentro.html' title='Vá para fora cá dentro!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SqVKDr8YznI/AAAAAAAAEis/kcfp4EWuJVU/s72-c/DSCF4068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-3813127836063342539</id><published>2009-07-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:54:25.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarau EDSAE!</title><content type='html'>Os meus dois meses de salsa já estão a dar frutos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem nao pode estar presente aqui ficam os videos como prometido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está a B?;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jd5YBiutR7w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jd5YBiutR7w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhJi78dkYUc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhJi78dkYUc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-3813127836063342539?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/3813127836063342539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=3813127836063342539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/3813127836063342539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/3813127836063342539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/07/sarau-edsae.html' title='Sarau EDSAE!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-3061491178376294363</id><published>2009-07-14T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:58:39.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encaixam? Eu feliz ou infelizmente sim...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Geração Y exige mudanças no ambiente corporativo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um assunto delicado está tirando o sono das empresas e seus gestores. Como atrair e fidelizar talentos. Essa é uma das questões mais cruciais do momento. Diversos fatores como aumento da atividade econômica, expatriação de profissionais e até o déficit educativo do país estão levando ao que se chama de "apagão de mão-de-obra". Porém, um dos fatores mais intrigantes não tem nada a ver com nenhuma dessas questões. Trata-se da dificuldade das empresas em entender os anseios e desejos da Geração Y. Em entrevista ao Programa Negócio Futuro, a especialista em RH, Sofia Esteves, da Cia de Talentos, explicou que são classificados como Geração Y os nascidos após 1980. "Essa geração viu os pais mergulharem de cabeça no trabalho e conviveu com uma nova dinâmica familiar", explica a especialista. Ela afirma que essa geração foi marcada pelo imediatismo. "Foi a geração do Shopping Center, onde tudo compra-se pronto e na hora".Com isso, esses jovens que estão ingressando no mercado de trabalho, às vezes, não têm paciência para participar de programas "monótonos" de estágio ou de trainee. De acordo com pesquisa recente da Cia de Talentos, o índice de evasão dos programas de trainee é de 30%.As empresas estão tentando entender as características desses jovens para reverter esse quadro. No geral, sabe-se que além da impaciência e do imediatismo, a Geração Y também não é muito fiel e mais tem outro olhar para os valores das gerações passadas. "Eles querem desafios e não tem medo de trocar de emprego quantas vezes forem necessárias. Largam o emprego para viajar, estudar ou simplesmente para buscar novos desafios em outras empresas".Também é característica dessa geração o equilíbrio entre vida profissional e pessoal. Eles não querem trabalhar 30 anos ou mais e juntar dinheiro para "curtir" a vida no futuro. "Muitos deles viram seus pais trabalharem demais e quando chegou a hora de se aposentar o cenário era diferente. Ou não tiveram saúde ou dinheiro suficiente como haviam planejado".Lidar com a Geração Y vai exigir das empresas mais agilidade e flexibilidade. Eles não respeitam hierarquias e cobram o acesso direto a presidência das empresas, caso acreditem em suas contribuições para o negócio. Não são capazes de esperar trâmites burocráticos quando enxergam uma boa oportunidade ou uma forma diferente para o negócio. Além de tudo isso, eles querem liberdade para trabalhar e interagir com o mundo. Não estão acostumados aos sistemas antigos das empresas ou aos terminais de computadores programados apenas para a utilização do sistema padrão das empresas. Ou seja, será preciso muita flexibilidade para manter esses jovens motivados no atual ambiente corporativo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-3061491178376294363?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/3061491178376294363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=3061491178376294363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/3061491178376294363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/3061491178376294363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/07/encaixam-eu-feliz-ou-infelizmente-sim.html' title='Encaixam? Eu feliz ou infelizmente sim...!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-5903725594810351177</id><published>2009-06-27T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:58:14.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nos dias em que nos queremos melhores e mais fortes. nos dias em que nos queremos apenas a sonhar. ou nos dias que nos queremos a nós. só a nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e seremos, seremos mais, melhores e mais fortes. porque nos queremos. a nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SkaUsC20CvI/AAAAAAAAEhk/qll3yHVrRxE/s1600-h/HCGCA2NQWXQCALX49B7CAZ7YZRGCA054HROCADNPOXFCAH7ILWNCAH8YOYJCAP25RAICAWUZXEWCANLPK9FCAB0A6STCAVV30LLCAJO68V1CA0C8DTZCAXL5ACXCAEE109BCASQ7O7YCAT2IZQZCAZH4JA3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352128691578342130" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SkaUsC20CvI/AAAAAAAAEhk/qll3yHVrRxE/s400/HCGCA2NQWXQCALX49B7CAZ7YZRGCA054HROCADNPOXFCAH7ILWNCAH8YOYJCAP25RAICAWUZXEWCANLPK9FCAB0A6STCAVV30LLCAJO68V1CA0C8DTZCAXL5ACXCAEE109BCASQ7O7YCAT2IZQZCAZH4JA3.jpg" border="0" /&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/9219210546080414985-5903725594810351177?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/5903725594810351177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=5903725594810351177' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/5903725594810351177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/5903725594810351177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/06/nos-dias-em-que-nos-queremos-melhores-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SkaUsC20CvI/AAAAAAAAEhk/qll3yHVrRxE/s72-c/HCGCA2NQWXQCALX49B7CAZ7YZRGCA054HROCADNPOXFCAH7ILWNCAH8YOYJCAP25RAICAWUZXEWCANLPK9FCAB0A6STCAVV30LLCAJO68V1CA0C8DTZCAXL5ACXCAEE109BCASQ7O7YCAT2IZQZCAZH4JA3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-2595203540721365479</id><published>2009-05-23T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:11:38.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/ShheVNBgbFI/AAAAAAAAEfM/7eZN7hqQcko/s1600-h/DSCF0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339121076613966930" style="WIDTH: 300px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shhg_2yS3fI/AAAAAAAAEgM/VOILwIN_iNw/s400/DSCF0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/ShhiVLTDBZI/AAAAAAAAEgs/eZks6ylY_XU/s1600-h/DSCF0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339125474197177746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/ShhiVLTDBZI/AAAAAAAAEgs/eZks6ylY_XU/s400/DSCF0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/ShhfNDaFyXI/AAAAAAAAEfk/4NmhAhIufAw/s1600-h/DSCF0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339122036105398642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/ShhfNDaFyXI/AAAAAAAAEfk/4NmhAhIufAw/s400/DSCF0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shhg_Pyww9I/AAAAAAAAEf8/V9VtyFdS3_8/s1600-h/DSCF0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339123997935190994" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shhg_Pyww9I/AAAAAAAAEf8/V9VtyFdS3_8/s400/DSCF0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando um dia ele duvidar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shhg_bFpgqI/AAAAAAAAEgE/ooouepZzBUg/s1600-h/DSCF0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339124000967197346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shhg_bFpgqI/AAAAAAAAEgE/ooouepZzBUg/s400/DSCF0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...que meu coração lhe mostre o contrário e lhe diga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/ShhfM3U2rqI/AAAAAAAAEfU/oEtZbk91R4g/s1600-h/DSCF0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339122032862211746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/ShhfM3U2rqI/AAAAAAAAEfU/oEtZbk91R4g/s400/DSCF0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...que lhe agradeço por tudo, tudo mesmo, que um dia me deu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-2595203540721365479?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/2595203540721365479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=2595203540721365479' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2595203540721365479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2595203540721365479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/05/nas-encruzilhadas-da-vida-ii-em-siem.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/ShheVNBgbFI/AAAAAAAAEfM/7eZN7hqQcko/s72-c/DSCF0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-2034313140333342679</id><published>2009-05-23T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:03:11.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuala Lumpur em 2 imagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shg5qoNv22I/AAAAAAAAEd0/pouTRbR42NY/s1600-h/DSCF0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shg5qoNv22I/AAAAAAAAEd0/pouTRbR42NY/s400/DSCF0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339080762760092514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shg5qDS_Y4I/AAAAAAAAEdk/GpQCdvH-dGM/s1600-h/DSCF0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shg5qDS_Y4I/AAAAAAAAEdk/GpQCdvH-dGM/s400/DSCF0132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339080752849970050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-2034313140333342679?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/2034313140333342679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=2034313140333342679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2034313140333342679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2034313140333342679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/05/kuala-lumpur-em-2-imagens.html' title='Kuala Lumpur em 2 imagens'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shg5qoNv22I/AAAAAAAAEd0/pouTRbR42NY/s72-c/DSCF0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-4175192786955468117</id><published>2009-05-23T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:56:19.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desenvolvidas ou desenquadradas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shgq6FCd_aI/AAAAAAAAEc0/joyyLGrmH5Q/s1600-h/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shgq6FCd_aI/AAAAAAAAEc0/joyyLGrmH5Q/s400/DSCF0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339064535521033634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shgq7duAG3I/AAAAAAAAEdU/AgxZdzN3u6w/s1600-h/DSCF0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shgq7duAG3I/AAAAAAAAEdU/AgxZdzN3u6w/s400/DSCF0069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339064559325944690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sair da India para Singapura; largar os Saris para voltar a usar salto alto; deixar o espiritual e entrar nas corridas desenfreadas de todos os dias; voltar ou partir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shgq7Cft_uI/AAAAAAAAEdM/omuZx9JdTkc/s1600-h/DSCF0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shgq7Cft_uI/AAAAAAAAEdM/omuZx9JdTkc/s400/DSCF0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339064552018280162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes cansa aquilo que outros chamam "desenvolvimento". Os arranhaceus; os carros; os fumos; os ruidos e a pressão. O conforto; a "sabedoria" e a condescendencia. Os sucessos e a correcção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shgq6ho7hmI/AAAAAAAAEc8/7mn1on32bD0/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shgq6ho7hmI/AAAAAAAAEc8/7mn1on32bD0/s400/DSCF0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339064543198545506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem sempre nos conseguimos distanciar daquilo a que alguns chamam e aplaudem como: desenvolvimento. Quando as teorias de globalização mais aclamadas são as de produção por especialização, onde as "vantagens comparativas" incutem a certeza de "correcto" via dependencia e exploração. Os de "3º mundo" ficam pelos primários e os de 1º com os terciários... Ponto final. Paradoxal, n? E como que por magia, um pais tão bom a produzir "cacos", entra em colapso, pq o mundo deixa de querer os tão bons "cacos" que produz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as escolas de gestão nos ensinam a maximizar tudo e mais alguma coisa, nos explicam estratégias que vão vender milhoes... E se esquecem que todos somos e podemos ser quem quisermos. Pensar como entendermos e por à disposição muito mais do que se sabe, ou se diz nos livros. Mas não, a sociedade não permite diferenças nem individualismos, e só premeia quando há "mais valias" claras e provadas. Quando o valor criado para a sociedade aumenta o PIB. Então e o FIB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando queremos estar apenas a criar o que faz sentido para nós? E quando queremos apenas dar o melhor de nós, quer isso signifique "bom" para o socialmente aceite ou não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso, que cada vez que sinto a felicidade de ser apenas eu, não desejo mudar nunca. Quer a dita "sociedade" concorde/aceite ou não. E não mudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shgq64h66TI/AAAAAAAAEdE/X8KQFlWxLjA/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shgq64h66TI/AAAAAAAAEdE/X8KQFlWxLjA/s400/DSCF0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339064549343160626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica algo para pensar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade Interna Bruta FIB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iniciativas inspiradoras mostram caminhos para um futuro mais humano&lt;br /&gt;08/12/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Índice de Felicidade Interna Bruta, adotado no Butão, e experiência de microcrédito em&lt;br /&gt;Bangladesh são experiências de uma economia voltada ao bem-estar das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, enquanto 75% da população mundial têm apenas o mínimo ou até menos&lt;br /&gt;do necessário para sobreviver com alguma dignidade, os restantes 25%&lt;br /&gt;consomem muito mais do que realmente precisam. Existem vários outros&lt;br /&gt;dados preocupantes, mas apenas este é suficiente para, de maneira definitiva&lt;br /&gt;e prioritária, colocar na mesa de discussão a realidade à que a humanidade&lt;br /&gt;tem virado as costas: o modelo de vida atual não é sustentável e, se não&lt;br /&gt;houver mudança de comportamento, tanto o planeta como a humanidade&lt;br /&gt;correm sérios riscos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais preocupante ainda é que predominam práticas e modelos que estimulam&lt;br /&gt;o consumismo e a competitividade entre os indivíduos, reforçando essa&lt;br /&gt;realidade. (...) a adoção do índice FIB — Felicidade Interna Bruta — pelo&lt;br /&gt;Butão, um pequeno reino asiático junto à Cordilheira do Himalaia. O conceito,&lt;br /&gt;que substitui o PIB (Produto Interno Bruto) vê a felicidade dos cidadãos como&lt;br /&gt;um medidor de progresso nacional e um assunto de política pública. Em São&lt;br /&gt;Paulo, a 1ª Conferência Internacional do FIB, organizada pelo Instituto Visão do&lt;br /&gt;Futuro, trouxe ao Brasil especialistas para debater o tema. Entre os&lt;br /&gt;convidados, Dasho Karma Ura, coordenador do Centro de Estudos do Butão.&lt;br /&gt;A outra vem de Bangladesh e seu promotor é Muhammad Yunus, prêmio Nobel&lt;br /&gt;da Paz em 2006 por sua iniciativa de conceder crédito a pessoas pobres&lt;br /&gt;demais para terem acesso ao sistema convencional, além de ensiná-las a&lt;br /&gt;saírem da pobreza. Durante uma palestra em São Paulo, promovida pelo&lt;br /&gt;Banco Real (parceiro apoiador do Akatu) e mediada por Helio Mattar, diretorpresidente&lt;br /&gt;do Akatu, Yunus explicou como fez para tirar da pobreza mais de 7&lt;br /&gt;milhões de pessoas dentro e fora de seu país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade como objetivo de uma nação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine se entre as obrigações básicas do governo (garantir acesso à saúde,&lt;br /&gt;educação, trabalho e segurança) estivesse listada também o acesso à&lt;br /&gt;felicidade. Parece algo distante, mas isso é realidade no Butão, um reino que&lt;br /&gt;preferiu ir além do PIB — índice que mede a quantidade de riqueza produzida&lt;br /&gt;por determinada nação, sem, no entanto, considerar as condições humanas de&lt;br /&gt;sua produção — e adotou a FIB (Felicidade Interna Bruta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“É um índice que combina vários indicadores que embasam as decisões&lt;br /&gt;políticas do país”, define Karma Ura. “Essas políticas, por sua vez, estão&lt;br /&gt;direcionadas principalmente para a felicidade da população.” São nove os&lt;br /&gt;indicadores que compõem a FIB: bom padrão de vida econômica, boa&lt;br /&gt;governança, educação de qualidade, boa saúde, vitalidade comunitária,&lt;br /&gt;proteção e conservação ambiental, acesso à cultura, gestão equilibrada de&lt;br /&gt;tempo e bem-estar psicológico.&lt;br /&gt;Esses indicadores, segundo Karma Ura, permitem que o governo conheça a&lt;br /&gt;realidade que está por trás dos números, garantindo o desenvolvimento&lt;br /&gt;integral. Ou seja, “a renda não é buscada pelo seu bem em si, mas para&lt;br /&gt;aumentar a qualidade de vida, para obter a felicidade baseada na ética, em&lt;br /&gt;cultivar relacionamentos entre a diversidade populacional e com a natureza”,&lt;br /&gt;completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documento inteiro em:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dhnet.org.br/direitos/indicadores/felicidade/felicidade_interna_bruta_fib.pdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shg4ij73BBI/AAAAAAAAEdc/j0kojecUDE0/s1600-h/DSCF0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shg4ij73BBI/AAAAAAAAEdc/j0kojecUDE0/s400/DSCF0094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339079524660741138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-4175192786955468117?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/4175192786955468117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=4175192786955468117' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4175192786955468117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4175192786955468117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/05/desenvolvidas-ou-desenquadradas.html' title='Desenvolvidas ou desenquadradas?'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Shgq6FCd_aI/AAAAAAAAEc0/joyyLGrmH5Q/s72-c/DSCF0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-6270721135776551736</id><published>2009-05-08T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:14:09.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuba, para bailar la salsa!</title><content type='html'>Pois é, finalmente estou a ter aulas de salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem me conhece bem e já não me podia ouvir falar da minha vontade de salsa e Cuba, aqui estou eu... rendida ao sabor destes ritmos que mexem com muita gente. Comigo então nem vos falo;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcantra vai ser por isso o meu destino dos proximos meses (quiça anos) depois do trabalho, e é tãããão bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para saber mais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salsa, em castelhano, significa "tempero", e a adoção do nome quis transmitir a idéia de uma música com "sabor". O movimento que originou este novo estilo de música latinoamericana começou em Nova Iorque, quando um grupo de jovens músicos começou a mesclar sons e ritmos visando criar uma sonoridade que tivesse um "sabor" latino-americano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A salsa debutou no hotel Saint-George, do Brooklyn (Nova Iorque), onde o grupo Lebron Brothers, de origem porto-riquenha entusiasmou o público no início dos anos 70. Daí se espalhou entre as comunidades latino-americanas nos EUA e Porto Rico, depois a Cuba, Venezuela, Colômbia e outros países de língua espanhola. Nomes como Tito Puente, Celia Cruz, Johny Pacheco se tornaram expoentes do gênero."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY?? Quem diria hein? Aposto que se vos perguntasse onde foi criada a Salsa, provavelmente responderiam Cuba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas bom, sendo originaria de Cuba ou não, o que é certo é que agora, que até já sei dar uns passinhos e já começo nestas andanças, agora sim é que é: Cuba e definitivamente CUBA para os meus anos em Outubro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contagiante, n?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mv1ZsSrE03o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-6270721135776551736?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/6270721135776551736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=6270721135776551736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/6270721135776551736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/6270721135776551736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuba-para-bailar-la-salsa.html' title='Cuba, para bailar la salsa!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-5587006134333648373</id><published>2009-05-02T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:46:42.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in India!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Sfy6HIXt8TI/AAAAAAAAEcE/XsUqHwWBNq0/s1600-h/DSCF0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331340690568638770 style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Sfy6HIXt8TI/AAAAAAAAEcE/XsUqHwWBNq0/s400/DSCF0003.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quê?? Aquelas são as minhas roupas e as do Filipe???? Até as cuecas estão no lago?? Mas está tudo doido??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é que acordo e a roupa que tinha mandado lavar no dia anterior, estava agora estendida no lago, para todos verem e para servirem de belas camas aos gatos do nosso hotel!! Brilhante... Agora tenho um novo padrão nas minhas camisolas: patas de gatos! Como diz o tio: "Only in India"!! Melhor que isto só a forma como usam as autoestradas para secar os cereais! Sim, aquilo que chamam autoestradas (estradas muitas vezes de terra calcada com uma faixa em cada sentido), servem também como excelente local para "estender" os cereais que assinalam com ramos e os condutores que se desviem! Já não bastam as vacas e as cabras que tanto que fazer nos dão! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de Portugal em Auroville. Estes nossos compatriotas, Tiago e Ana, (no video) foram algumas das pessoas que conhecemos em Auroville. Ela dá aulas de dança e ele de capoeira (estou correcta?). Vivem um estilo de vida que cá seria considerada, no minimo, diferente. Estão muito felizes, e estão para ficar. Há quem se encontre, por cá. Por mim, gostaria de cá voltar sem restrições (a operação recente não me dá muita liberdade para desfrutar como gostaria). E voltarei. Voltaremos, n querido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dc30e2cd6eb15df" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0dc30e2cd6eb15df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330244933%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D838D69DD05022DB44016F324184D2368FCE708A.266CD9713E8A9F6BAFF3A29FFA0F28288BE6AC9A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc30e2cd6eb15df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWI5darN-yeP5AI37oNGzVeOMm3M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0dc30e2cd6eb15df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330244933%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D838D69DD05022DB44016F324184D2368FCE708A.266CD9713E8A9F6BAFF3A29FFA0F28288BE6AC9A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc30e2cd6eb15df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWI5darN-yeP5AI37oNGzVeOMm3M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfzK9A_y5CI/AAAAAAAAEcc/k--XX7jrzQ4/s1600-h/DSCF0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfzK9A_y5CI/AAAAAAAAEcc/k--XX7jrzQ4/s400/DSCF0138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331359208488231970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfzK82DLEKI/AAAAAAAAEcU/_UFoz6xKWGM/s1600-h/DSCF0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfzK82DLEKI/AAAAAAAAEcU/_UFoz6xKWGM/s400/DSCF0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331359205549609122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-5587006134333648373?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc30e2cd6eb15df&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/5587006134333648373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=5587006134333648373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/5587006134333648373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/5587006134333648373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-in-india.html' title='Only in India!!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Sfy6HIXt8TI/AAAAAAAAEcE/XsUqHwWBNq0/s72-c/DSCF0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-3336333539657257695</id><published>2009-05-02T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:01:42.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cá fora a vida continua igual a todos os dias. Os dias de meditação, os de execução, os de lazer ou os dias dos dias, que passam com luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfynvmxE7XI/AAAAAAAAEbU/q_oOQd196OA/s1600-h/DSCF0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfynvmxE7XI/AAAAAAAAEbU/q_oOQd196OA/s400/DSCF0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331320495201906034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfyxLoun3mI/AAAAAAAAEbs/44BrfdZ9_M8/s1600-h/DSCF0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfyxLoun3mI/AAAAAAAAEbs/44BrfdZ9_M8/s400/DSCF0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331330872369471074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfyxLHBT-HI/AAAAAAAAEbc/231RGgpJjh4/s1600-h/DSCF0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfyxLHBT-HI/AAAAAAAAEbc/231RGgpJjh4/s400/DSCF0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331330863321053298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Sfy0i66F32I/AAAAAAAAEb8/ZjHIeZFXaWI/s1600-h/DSCF0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Sfy0i66F32I/AAAAAAAAEb8/ZjHIeZFXaWI/s400/DSCF0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331334570921287522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ir à praia de biquini está fora de questão!! São dezenas e dezenas de indianos surpresos por verem mulheres, assim, quase como vieram ao mundo! Param os que vieram conviver, param tambem aqueles que para tomar banho, alugam coletes salvavidas! sim, aqui é um negocio rentavel, tal é o medo vil dessa coisa grande chamado mar. Ondas então nem ve-las! Pára tudo para ver as senhoras entrarem sem temores naquelas aguas que nao acabam mais!! Nem precisaria dizer que fui a primeira vez e nao voltei... Com muita pena minha, ter o meu querido que me ir buscar dentro de água com a toalha, pois tal era a concentração de espectadores que tinha, foi algo que não me fez morrer de amores! Não deixa no entanto de ser tremendamente curioso;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Sfy0McKggcI/AAAAAAAAEb0/22TEtg4wL68/s1600-h/India042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Sfy0McKggcI/AAAAAAAAEb0/22TEtg4wL68/s400/India042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331334184711520706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-3336333539657257695?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/3336333539657257695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=3336333539657257695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/3336333539657257695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/3336333539657257695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/05/ca-fora-vida-continua-igual-todos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfynvmxE7XI/AAAAAAAAEbU/q_oOQd196OA/s72-c/DSCF0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-4202224328766067287</id><published>2009-05-02T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:42:15.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfynusYhTCI/AAAAAAAAEa0/kXUVRNolyXI/s1600-h/DSCF0014+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfynusYhTCI/AAAAAAAAEa0/kXUVRNolyXI/s400/DSCF0014+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331320479529651234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milhões e milhoes de pastilhas de acrilico envolvendo folhas de ouro, cobrem a superficie deste lugar na terra, de admiração sem precedentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Sfynu8gplcI/AAAAAAAAEa8/WuQ4AFqCdeM/s1600-h/DSCF0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/Sfynu8gplcI/AAAAAAAAEa8/WuQ4AFqCdeM/s400/DSCF0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331320483858716098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de entrar, aguardamos pelo guarda (e co -fundador de Auroville) que nos acalma. Na verdade, "sets the mood" para aquela que seria uma das mais marcantes experiencias da minha vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi falar da filosofia desta comunidade. Querendo desacreditar, deixo-me levar. Descorre aquele homem nos seus 50, com ar de por quem nem 40 tinham passado: "Auroville belongs to nobody in particular. Auroville belongs to humanity as a whole. But to live in Auroville, one must be the willing servitor of the Divine Consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;Auroville will be the place of an unending education, of constant progress, and a youth that never ages.&lt;br /&gt;Auroville wants to be the bridge between the past and the future. Taking advantage of all discoveries from without and from within, Auroville will boldly spring towards future realisations.&lt;br /&gt;Auroville will be a site of material and spiritual researches for a living embodiment of an actual Human Unity." Na pratica, tenho as minhas duvidas, mas deixo-me levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entramos em grupo. Silencio. Absoluto silencio. Os gizos que tenho no tornozelo incomodam. São insurdecedores. São estridentes. Com um olhar fulminante sou chamada à atenção. Tenho que calçar estas meias brancas que me deram. Ninguem pronuncia uma palavra. Silencio absoluto. Estamos prontos e seguimos. Dois grupos são criados. Damos por nós num cenario "star wars" avermelhado, amplo, por onde seguimos e subimos numas escadas em caracol largas e difusas naquele espaço que se funde e se começa a tornar espiritual. A verdade sente-se. Os vitantes querem retrair-se mas rendem-se e libertam-se. Subimos qual rebanho em direcção ao topo, passo a passo. Lentamente subimos e observamo-nos com respeito. As regras, as regras que nunca ninguem nos as ensinou, as sabemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porta abre-se e é tudo... Branco! A alcatifa é branca; as paredes esfericas são brancas; as colunas a cada 3 metros, brancas; as almofadas que marcam os nossos lugares, imaginem, brancas; mas esperem... algo ali no meio que não é branco, deixem-me passar, quero ver, é... é de cristal, é brilhante. Mas, vejo bem? Um feixe de luz? Sim, a câmara é iluminada por um unico feixe de luz que brota do tecto, incide na enorme esfera de cristal e encadeia por instantes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou por mim a observar em redor. Há muita gente em transe, outros, como eu, tentam apenas entender aquele local. uma energia que não se explica, um fervor que não se entende. Extasiada com a surpresa e o detalhe, deixo-me aqui e ali, como que tentando ficar de alguma forma. Nada como isto se explica. Sente-se.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matrimandir, o coração de Auroville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje estou para interpretar o que lá dentro senti. Sabem que mais? Amei... Apenas isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-4202224328766067287?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/4202224328766067287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=4202224328766067287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4202224328766067287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4202224328766067287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/05/milhoes-e-milhoes-de-pastilhas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SfynusYhTCI/AAAAAAAAEa0/kXUVRNolyXI/s72-c/DSCF0014+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-6760390862339767264</id><published>2009-05-02T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:58:25.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As voltas que a vida dá!</title><content type='html'>Meio ano passou, e a minha vida continua a 1000. Olho para trás e sinto-me feliz. Tão feliz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, voltei, sim! Para quem me perdeu o rasto: voltei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a contar passo a passo o que ficou para trás, com a distancia temporal e fisica, que não queria mas aqui fica, mais em tom de reportagem fotografica, os seguintes dias, dos meus 180 de viagem! Os detalhes, não os conto, mas as imagens aqui ficam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e saudades aos que não vejo há tempos, aos que conheci em viagem (alguns dos quais reclamam eu não escrever em ingles) e se vao "desenrascando" com o seu espanholês arranhado e percebendo alguma coisa, ou pelo menos vendo as fotos e gargalhando. Mas eu sou portuguesa! O meu blog, é pois: em Português!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: ando em fase de retoma de contactos, agora que me decidi a ficar num país por uns tempos. Dêm noticias para combinarmos umas jantaradas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-6760390862339767264?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/6760390862339767264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=6760390862339767264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/6760390862339767264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/6760390862339767264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-voltas-que-vida-da.html' title='As voltas que a vida dá!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-4412307112346364130</id><published>2008-11-13T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:29:11.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um pequeno resumo das aventuras no Sri Lanka! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à musiquinha... No Comments!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8df7a4cea3fbe596" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8df7a4cea3fbe596%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330244933%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D723852F85F3F2C5442CD54B3F1CDF96328E7AAA8.79929A87942DE409609CBE0A6583905BDE63A272%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8df7a4cea3fbe596%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DicxdKywLVpmBcMCeewgQaG1t2GI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8df7a4cea3fbe596%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330244933%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D723852F85F3F2C5442CD54B3F1CDF96328E7AAA8.79929A87942DE409609CBE0A6583905BDE63A272%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8df7a4cea3fbe596%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DicxdKywLVpmBcMCeewgQaG1t2GI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-4412307112346364130?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8df7a4cea3fbe596&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/4412307112346364130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=4412307112346364130' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4412307112346364130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4412307112346364130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-pequeno-resumo-das-aventuras-no-sri.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-5549903550763668318</id><published>2008-10-22T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:49:16.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri Lanka for my Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7eVzxn1OI/AAAAAAAAEY0/sQAHK-O4PlI/s1600-h/DSCF0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7eVzxn1OI/AAAAAAAAEY0/sQAHK-O4PlI/s400/DSCF0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264389480699647202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o presente que eu queria. Ir ao Sri Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;Após chuva e mais chuva em Auroville, quem não quer um pouco de Sol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7eVeGyO3I/AAAAAAAAEYs/8IzZF5OuDts/s1600-h/DSCF0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7eVeGyO3I/AAAAAAAAEYs/8IzZF5OuDts/s400/DSCF0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264389474882829170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os primeiros europeus a visitarem o Sri Lanka foram os portugueses: Dom Lourenço de Almeida chegou à ilha em 1505, e encontrou-a dividida em sete reinos que guerreavam entre si, incapazes de derrotar um invasor. Os portugueses ocuparam primeiro a cidade de Kotte mas, devido à insegurança do local, fundaram a cidade de Colombo em 1517, e gradualmente estenderam seu controle pelas áreas costeiras." Na verdade, uma boa parte da população ainda se chama "da Silva" ou "Pereira"! Nomes próprios como José ou António também são faceis de encontrar. A nossa marca está normalmente na "fé" que deixámos instalar-se nos locais por onde fomos vagueando aquando dos Descobrimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7eU6JHPUI/AAAAAAAAEYk/kk060vlUvIM/s1600-h/DSCF0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7eU6JHPUI/AAAAAAAAEYk/kk060vlUvIM/s400/DSCF0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264389465228918082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensação de termos voltado 100 anos no tempo era mais que real. Os comboios deixados pelos britânicos bem como a introdução do "(...) cultivo do chá, café e borracha nas montanhas da ilha. Em meados do século XIX o Ceilão já trouxera fortuna a uma pequena classe de plantadores de chá. Para trabalhar nas fazendas, os proprietarios importaram grande quantidade de trabalhadores tamis do sul da Índia, que logo chegaram a 10% da população."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7eUqFmSTI/AAAAAAAAEYc/LAKDH9wqoso/s1600-h/DSCF0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7eUqFmSTI/AAAAAAAAEYc/LAKDH9wqoso/s400/DSCF0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264389460919208242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de resto foi tão bom apenas nos perdermos nas praias... E que praias... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7k7a9V2FI/AAAAAAAAEZE/CBakkReZ7d4/s1600-h/DSCF0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7k7a9V2FI/AAAAAAAAEZE/CBakkReZ7d4/s400/DSCF0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264396723942709330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7eWkq7uuI/AAAAAAAAEY8/dAyjXZbVbRg/s1600-h/DSCF0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7eWkq7uuI/AAAAAAAAEY8/dAyjXZbVbRg/s400/DSCF0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264389493824928482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sri Lanka tem também florestas tão ricas que seria um desperdicio mantermo-nos apenas nas praias. E assim fomos, 6horas de viagem para fazer pouco mais de 100km... As estradas são um caos e passamos por todos os "caminhos de cabras" nos entretantos. É, no entanto, interessante prestarmos atenção aos detalhes pelo caminho. As familias numerosas e criadas na rua, o peixe e a fruta à beira da estrada, as cabras e as pessoas, mais cabras e mais pessoas! Enfim, uma little india mas mesmo assim mais organizada e ligeiramente mais ocidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7k8m6NdyI/AAAAAAAAEZc/WMz2Q0NOGb4/s1600-h/DSCF0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7k8m6NdyI/AAAAAAAAEZc/WMz2Q0NOGb4/s400/DSCF0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264396744330671906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na floresta em si, vale apenas ir ver os Leopardos e os pássaros de manha e flora e mais flora... Ir-se com um botânico é uma grande mais valia pois nos explicam as características das plantas onde muitas delas são medicinais. De resto, basta estarmos atentos aos pequenos animais que nos rodeiam... Alguns interessantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7k8ygRqII/AAAAAAAAEZk/4DwPmz4L3FY/s1600-h/DSCF0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7k8ygRqII/AAAAAAAAEZk/4DwPmz4L3FY/s400/DSCF0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264396747443120258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...outros uma autentica praga como os leeches!!! uma especie de sangue-sugas em formato de minhocas que entram para os nossos sapatos e nos mordem até estarem satisfeitas! Mas que no final até proporciona umas risadas porque elas não desistem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu dia terminou com um belo vinho ao luar surpresa do meu querido, e claro, muitas prendinhas:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é bela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-5549903550763668318?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/5549903550763668318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=5549903550763668318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/5549903550763668318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/5549903550763668318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/10/sri-lanka-for-my-birthday.html' title='Sri Lanka for my Birthday'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7eVzxn1OI/AAAAAAAAEY0/sQAHK-O4PlI/s72-c/DSCF0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-4196054432661475814</id><published>2008-10-12T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:40:11.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vislumbres da Índia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7R7-Cv76I/AAAAAAAAEYU/8zMScJ6s0-c/s1600-h/India033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7R7-Cv76I/AAAAAAAAEYU/8zMScJ6s0-c/s400/India033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264375842639703970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(...) modernidade e arcaísmo, luxo e pobreza, sensualidade e ascetismo,incúria e eficácia, mansidão e violência, pluralidade de castas e de línguas, deuses e ritos, costumes e ideias, rios e desertos, (...), cidades e lugarejos, a vida rural e industrial à distância de séculos no tempo e juntas no espaço."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octavio Paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7R62K_3-I/AAAAAAAAEYE/XmnPX0gwjP8/s1600-h/India024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7R62K_3-I/AAAAAAAAEYE/XmnPX0gwjP8/s400/India024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264375823346950114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditam que ainda não formei a minha opinião? É tudo tão confuso que não chegamos a entender se nos fascina ou atormenta! Mas, e apesar de já ca estar há um mês, digo com toda a certeza: Não conheço nada da India. Dois grandes motivos explicam: 1) Este pais é tão denso, tão profundo e tão peculiar, que levaria uma vida inteira compleendê-lo a fundo; 2) tenho estado numa comunidade mais ou menos isolada ao pé da cidade de &lt;strong&gt;Pondicherry&lt;/strong&gt; que se dá pelo nome de &lt;strong&gt;Auroville&lt;/strong&gt;. Esta última, não menos excêntrica, irei falar sobre, em breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7R6uEQ2JI/AAAAAAAAEX8/JoI27t476hs/s1600-h/India029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7R6uEQ2JI/AAAAAAAAEX8/JoI27t476hs/s400/India029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264375821171218578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqui ficam algumas das imagens com as quais me tenho cruzado diariamente, e acreditem, fazem parte de uma India tão "limpinha" comparativamente com outras cidades, que não servirá nem para amostra.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7R6DL6ROI/AAAAAAAAEX0/Z5zHaCOPpSs/s1600-h/India004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7R6DL6ROI/AAAAAAAAEX0/Z5zHaCOPpSs/s400/India004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264375809660568802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que dizer da população e das relações interpessoais?? Tããããããooo amigos!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: é normal ver-se esta ajuda mutua muitas vezes entre uma mota que puxa mais 3 bicicletas desta forma. Tudo por uma camaradagem sincera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7R7TCsBEI/AAAAAAAAEYM/GXTJoVuQpEo/s1600-h/India040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7R7TCsBEI/AAAAAAAAEYM/GXTJoVuQpEo/s400/India040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264375831096722498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-4196054432661475814?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/4196054432661475814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=4196054432661475814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4196054432661475814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4196054432661475814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/10/vislumbres-da-ndia.html' title='Vislumbres da Índia'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SQ7R7-Cv76I/AAAAAAAAEYU/8zMScJ6s0-c/s72-c/India033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-4522214867712662735</id><published>2008-10-08T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:45:14.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em direcção a Este, de novo!</title><content type='html'>Há pouco mais de um mes, estava de partida de Israel e acaminho de Portugal para uma breve pausa. A Faculdade e algumas questões medicas, mais ou menos importantes, assim o exigiram. Mais que isso, a minha vontade de estar com a familia assim o pediram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, estou a caminho da India!! O Filipe já lá está há um mes, e estará a minha espera quando chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do aeroporto de Istambul vos escrevo, com uma expectativa enorme acerca de um pais que para mim não tem fim, não tem limite, não acaba mais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India, cresce na minha imaginação como exotico, cheio. Cheio de tudo e todos. Cheio, acima de tudo, de vida. Logo falarei se as expectativas se cumprem ou não. Acredito que se excedam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco assim, o inicio de mais uma caminhada. Desta vez para mais de 10 paises Asiaticos, até Maio do proximo ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-4522214867712662735?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/4522214867712662735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=4522214867712662735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4522214867712662735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4522214867712662735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/10/em-direco-este-de-novo.html' title='Em direcção a Este, de novo!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-8038670187505328746</id><published>2008-08-19T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:43:18.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promised Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrTLbz4tZI/AAAAAAAADU0/9dhHMcgVfjY/s1600-h/DSCF0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrTLbz4tZI/AAAAAAAADU0/9dhHMcgVfjY/s400/DSCF0816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229710169027986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pais esta em guerra, mas as vidas seguem em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conflito persiste, mas longe. As terras prometidas, em especial a "Old Town" esta intocada, e e tratada com tal respeito e controle, que as armas nem se sentem... ou melhor, vem-se nas maos de autenticas criancas (supostamente treinadas) que se passeam nas ruas da cidade enquanto cumprem o mes de tropa obrigatorio por ano. Rapazes e raparigas. Todos. E todos estarao em breve nas listas para serem chamados para os locais de conflito se assim o pais requerer. Para ja, passeam-se com tranquilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrX6SzU4MI/AAAAAAAADmU/_l9gLL15vDs/s1600-h/DSCF0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrX6SzU4MI/AAAAAAAADmU/_l9gLL15vDs/s400/DSCF0925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236234913251123394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma paragem para a espiritualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem nos deixarmos levar pelos amontoados de turistas, mais ou menos crentes, tomamos o tempo necessario para oracoes e meditacoes. Melhor sitio nao houve que nao a &lt;strong&gt;Basilica do Santo Sepulcro&lt;/strong&gt;. Este é o local em &lt;strong&gt;Jerusalém&lt;/strong&gt; onde a tradição cristã afirma que Jesus Cristo foi crucificado, sepultado e de onde ressuscitou no Domingo de Páscoa. Constitui um dos locais mais sagrados da cristandade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrX7Kf25pI/AAAAAAAADmk/Ofuo4j5Gw-w/s1600-h/DSCF0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrX7Kf25pI/AAAAAAAADmk/Ofuo4j5Gw-w/s400/DSCF0959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236234928201852562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrX5y67ORI/AAAAAAAADmE/Ne7vV4mfyEc/s1600-h/DSCF0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrX5y67ORI/AAAAAAAADmE/Ne7vV4mfyEc/s400/DSCF0875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236234904693061906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrX7gWxoXI/AAAAAAAADms/4akBwZnXinI/s1600-h/DSCF0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrX7gWxoXI/AAAAAAAADms/4akBwZnXinI/s400/DSCF0960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236234934069338482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cima, o tumulo onde a religiao crista acredita que o corpo de Jusus foi sepultado antes da reissureicao. Os fieis aqui vem benzer os seus crucifixos e tercos, na agua benta que brota to tumulo. Eu assim o fiz, como nao podia deixar de acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir entao para descobrir o resto desta cidade cheia de Historia e Simbolismo, levou-nos ao &lt;strong&gt;Muro das Lamentações&lt;/strong&gt;, ou Muro Ocidental, (Qotel HaMa'aravi הכותל המערבי em hebraico). Local mais sagrado do judaísmo. Este muro trata-se do único vestígio do antigo templo de Herodes, erigido por Herodes o Grande no lugar do Templo de Jerusalém inicial. Foi destruído por Tito no ano de 70. Muitos fieis judeus visitam o Muro das Lamentações para orar e depositar seus desejos por escrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrTLM2o5JI/AAAAAAAADUs/k8vV0OwLsGY/s1600-h/DSCF0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrTLM2o5JI/AAAAAAAADUs/k8vV0OwLsGY/s400/DSCF0826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229706154042514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrV0IkSrqI/AAAAAAAADdI/AcY6dqLKsOM/s1600-h/DSCF0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrV0IkSrqI/AAAAAAAADdI/AcY6dqLKsOM/s400/DSCF0841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236232608401239714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrV0-NutzI/AAAAAAAADdY/vF_ykzWzdH8/s1600-h/DSCF0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrV0-NutzI/AAAAAAAADdY/vF_ykzWzdH8/s400/DSCF0892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236232622802122546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num dos edificios mais bonitos que alguma vez visitei, mais significado era impossivel ter (&lt;strong&gt;Dome of The Rock&lt;/strong&gt;): "Não há local neste planeta que mais rapidamente possa exterminar parte substancial da Humanidade do que aquele a que os judeus chamam  "A colina do Templo" e os muçulmanos "O Rochedo". Para os primeiros, trata-se do local onde se espera encontrar restos do 1º e 2º Templos de Salomão e onde pretendem construir o 3º, preparando assim a vinda do Messias. Para os segundos, é um local de dupla veneração, encontrando-se nele a Mesquita Al Aqsa onde Maomé subiu ao céu e o "Dome of the Rock", onde, pela última vez, rezou como ser humano. Para todos, inclusivamente os cristãos com todas as variantes da sua fé presentes em Jerusalém, trata-se de um dos mais nobres locais sagrados, merecendo ilimitado respeito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrV1EYcGPI/AAAAAAAADdg/ijaIJh0OpbU/s1600-h/DSCF0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrV1EYcGPI/AAAAAAAADdg/ijaIJh0OpbU/s400/DSCF0896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236232624457652466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrV1hC1A0I/AAAAAAAADdo/zJY_GPgn2rA/s1600-h/DSCF0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrV1hC1A0I/AAAAAAAADdo/zJY_GPgn2rA/s400/DSCF0915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236232632151638850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrX62LnCvI/AAAAAAAADmc/V57dKkCQhh8/s1600-h/DSCF0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrX62LnCvI/AAAAAAAADmc/V57dKkCQhh8/s400/DSCF0929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236234922748218098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrV0cH4wxI/AAAAAAAADdQ/aB5U837JTbk/s1600-h/DSCF0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrV0cH4wxI/AAAAAAAADdQ/aB5U837JTbk/s400/DSCF0856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236232613650809618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-8038670187505328746?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/8038670187505328746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=8038670187505328746' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/8038670187505328746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/8038670187505328746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/promised-land.html' title='The Promised Land'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrTLbz4tZI/AAAAAAAADU0/9dhHMcgVfjY/s72-c/DSCF0816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-576453850617096800</id><published>2008-08-19T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:48:13.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tirar ferias das ferias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrJaLEvtEI/AAAAAAAADGo/BN38IfreLAU/s1600-h/DSCF0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrJaLEvtEI/AAAAAAAADGo/BN38IfreLAU/s400/DSCF0773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236218968258098242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrJaefwogI/AAAAAAAADGw/Yt23AqYeZ4E/s1600-h/DSCF0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrJaefwogI/AAAAAAAADGw/Yt23AqYeZ4E/s400/DSCF0763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236218973471678978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim foi... Cansados das andancas e a precisar de nos sentirmos em casa, acabamos por escolher um apartamento em cima da praia para uma semaninha de Mar Vermelho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aguas repletas de vida e de cor, animavam os nossos dias passados com calma mas entusiasmo por entre os peixes de todos os feitios e tamanhos. Entre eles, ate peixes-aranha e que tais avistamos! Pena nao termos maquina aquatica para mostrar tamanha diversidade e animacao! (mas nao se pode ter tudo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrJai0DctI/AAAAAAAADG4/zZoTgW81KCM/s1600-h/DSCF0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrJai0DctI/AAAAAAAADG4/zZoTgW81KCM/s400/DSCF0786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236218974630539986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem cinge Mar Vermelho a Sharm El Sheik e Hurgada, eis uma dica que vale a pena. No mesmo ambiente que os antes mencionados mas muito mais movimentado que Nuweiba, &lt;strong&gt;Dahab&lt;/strong&gt;, surge como uma excelente opcao para para snorkling e mergulho a 1/5 do preco pela mesma qualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrJbaojMmI/AAAAAAAADHI/IqqvyER2IXU/s1600-h/DSCF0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrJbaojMmI/AAAAAAAADHI/IqqvyER2IXU/s400/DSCF0807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236218989614674530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, surpreendentemente, a pequena vila mantem o mesmo cariz de outrora apesar de estar totalmente virada para o turismo...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrJazYSYBI/AAAAAAAADHA/7RoV2BB0S6M/s1600-h/DSCF0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrJazYSYBI/AAAAAAAADHA/7RoV2BB0S6M/s400/DSCF0806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236218979077480466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Tips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Activities: Kit-Surf, Wind-Surf, vela e tantos outros desportos... Na zona da lagoa (a 15min do centro) e perto dos grandes resorts, encontramos uma zona bem mais calma, ou mais activa como se perferir, onde se pode optar por se estar o dia inteiro dentro de agua nestas actividades, ou simplesmente ficar numa praia sem corais! Ou seja, praia de areia em que se pode tomar banho sem ser de chinelos! Sim, porque os corais sao muito giros, mas com tantos ouricos e peixes estranhos, e complicado para nos, percebermos os que sao venenosos ou nao. Engracado e entrar no mar quando a agua nos da pelos joelhos mas onde ja estamos com a mascara colocada, a ver os peixinhos e a respirar pelo tubo deitados e a flutuar. Isto para nos protejermos e nao estragarmos o coral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrOYPF9y6I/AAAAAAAADHo/0nUmhPbiBRM/s1600-h/DSCF0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrOYPF9y6I/AAAAAAAADHo/0nUmhPbiBRM/s400/DSCF0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236224432535358370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrOYnmo_II/AAAAAAAADHw/Iyn9aBzneck/s1600-h/DSCF0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrOYnmo_II/AAAAAAAADHw/Iyn9aBzneck/s400/DSCF0791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236224439114857602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-576453850617096800?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/576453850617096800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=576453850617096800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/576453850617096800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/576453850617096800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/tirar-ferias-das-ferias.html' title='A tirar ferias das ferias!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrJaLEvtEI/AAAAAAAADGo/BN38IfreLAU/s72-c/DSCF0773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-4890904006762671489</id><published>2008-08-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:15:08.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Farol ja nao existe... Mas o esplendor continua la.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSZfSfYa9I/AAAAAAAADF4/ZwhV6cIrua8/s1600-h/DSCF0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234477429729815506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSZfSfYa9I/AAAAAAAADF4/ZwhV6cIrua8/s400/DSCF0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local de Antiga Maravilha do Mundo, "&lt;strong&gt;Alexandria&lt;/strong&gt; é hoje o principal &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; do Egipto, a principal cidade comercial e a segunda maior cidade do pais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A cidade ficou conhecida por causa do empreendimento de tornar-se, na antigüidade, o centro de todo conhecimento do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, com a criação da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Biblioteca de Alexandria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos, por causa desta mesma biblioteca, e pelo "European look" da mesma, talvez ate para que fosse uma lufada de ar fresco nesta nossa viagem por paises arebes. E foi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSZe4dWy9I/AAAAAAAADFw/ics7t9D3Hb8/s1600-h/DSCF0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234477422741998546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSZe4dWy9I/AAAAAAAADFw/ics7t9D3Hb8/s400/DSCF0678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma biblioteca à altura do seu passado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A biblioteca reconstruída foi aberta ao público em outubro de 2002, e contém por volta de 400 mil livros. Seu sofisticado sistema de computadores permite ainda ter acesso a outras bibliotecas. A coleção principal destaca as civilizações do Mediterrâneo oriental. Com espaço para 8 milhões de livros, a Biblioteca de Alexandria procura realçar ainda mais a importância dessa cidade anciã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSZeG4q9uI/AAAAAAAADFY/UTNCamlYtdc/s1600-h/DSCF0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234477409434793698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSZeG4q9uI/AAAAAAAADFY/UTNCamlYtdc/s400/DSCF0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSZefK__xI/AAAAAAAADFg/tQkI7Oh39AI/s1600-h/DSCF0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234477415954120466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSZefK__xI/AAAAAAAADFg/tQkI7Oh39AI/s400/DSCF0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSZelMAuEI/AAAAAAAADFo/PruyywL6AYs/s1600-h/DSCF0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234477417568974914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSZelMAuEI/AAAAAAAADFo/PruyywL6AYs/s400/DSCF0665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Para os mais esquecidos, aqui ficam algumas "luzes" do que foi no passado e da importancia que teve para o mundo na altura:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"A&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Biblioteca de Alexandria foi uma das maiores bibliotecas do mundo e localizava-se na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;egípcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; de Alexandria. Considera-se que tenha sido fundada no início do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;século III a.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, durante o reinado de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ptolomeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; II do Egito, após seu pai ter construído o Templo das Musas (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;). É atribuída a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Demétrio de Falero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; sua organização inicial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Estima-se que a biblioteca tenha armazenado mais de 400.000 rolos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;papiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, podendo ter chegado a 1.000.000. Foi destruída parcialmente inúmeras vezes, até que em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;646&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a.C. foi destruída num incêndio acidental (acreditou-se durante toda a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Idade Média&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; que tal incêndio houvesse sido causado pelos árabes)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mas Alexandria acabou por surpreender por uma serie de outros motivos. Nem que fosse a nostalgia de se voltar ao Mediterraneo... E o meu querido ate aproveitou para se refrescar nas ondas do mesmo! Eu nunca poderia... a menos que fosse vestida e de lenco na cabeca... o meu biquini seria um autentico atentado ao pudor...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrG3_fx5gI/AAAAAAAADGY/_Nitx9r5MYo/s1600-h/DSCF0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrG3_fx5gI/AAAAAAAADGY/_Nitx9r5MYo/s400/DSCF0710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236216182011454978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrG4ElgkWI/AAAAAAAADGg/bvUQSQAPeiQ/s1600-h/DSCF0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKrG4ElgkWI/AAAAAAAADGg/bvUQSQAPeiQ/s400/DSCF0728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236216183377662306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-4890904006762671489?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/4890904006762671489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=4890904006762671489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4890904006762671489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4890904006762671489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-farol-ja-nao-existe-mas-o-esplendor.html' title='O Farol ja nao existe... Mas o esplendor continua la.'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSZfSfYa9I/AAAAAAAADF4/ZwhV6cIrua8/s72-c/DSCF0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-5618337265072762189</id><published>2008-08-14T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:22:34.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta. Estao na mesma.. Sim, as Piramides!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSPKklNFmI/AAAAAAAADEU/ecBU1piov8I/s1600-h/DSCF0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234466078692546146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSPKklNFmI/AAAAAAAADEU/ecBU1piov8I/s400/DSCF0581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegamos, pouco conheci... Os carros estavam diferentes, as pessoas mais evoluidas, e o caos mais suave. Tinham passado 7anos desde a minha primeira visita ao &lt;strong&gt;Cairo&lt;/strong&gt;. Mesmo assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSPKJJDzLI/AAAAAAAADEE/kiWLQapH3hE/s1600-h/DSCF0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234466071326739634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSPKJJDzLI/AAAAAAAADEE/kiWLQapH3hE/s400/DSCF0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha-me quase esquecido de quao magica e esta cidade. O Nilo alonga-se no inicio de delta, e as falucas continuam a passar devagar. A mistura dura de cimento e palmeiras, os jogos de cintura para se atravessar a estrada e um misto de futuro com o que ja passou. Isto sim, estava na mesma. Ai o Cairo... o eterno Cairo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSPJ_ynd2I/AAAAAAAADD8/r2PmSDinbb4/s1600-h/DSCF0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234466068816688994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSPJ_ynd2I/AAAAAAAADD8/r2PmSDinbb4/s400/DSCF0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E elas? As 3 principais? Intactas ha milenios... E ainda houve quem as quisesse destruir, ou enguli-las de inveja... como e possivel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234469917369119538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSSqAxBMzI/AAAAAAAADEw/ub5piTamVTs/s400/DSCF0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um pouco de historia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Estas três majestosas pirâmides foram construídas como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tumbas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; reais para os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Kufu (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ou Quéops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quéfren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Menkaure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (ou Miquerinos) - pai, filho e neto. A maior delas, com 160 m de altura (49 andares), é chamada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grande Pirâmide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, e foi construída cerca de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2550 a.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; para Kufu, no auge do antigo reinado do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Egito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As pirâmides de Gizé são um dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;monumentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; mais famosos do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Como todas as pirâmides, cada uma faz parte de um importante complexo que compreende um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;templo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, um templo fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nerário e as pirâmides menores das &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rainhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, todo cercado de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;túmulos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (mastabas) dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sacerdotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e pessoas do governo, uma autêntica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; para os mortos. As valas aos pés das pirâmides continham botes desmontados: parte integral da vida no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; sendo considerados fundamentais na vida após a morte, porque os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;egípcios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; acreditavam que o defunto-rei navegaria pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; junto ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rei-Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Apesar das complicadas medidas de segurança, como sistemas de bloqueio com pedregulhos e grades de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;granito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, todas as pirâmides do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Antigo Império&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; foram profanadas e roubadas possivelmente antes de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2000 a.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A Grande Pirâmide, de 450 pés de altura, é a maior de todas as 80 pirâmides do Egito. Se a Grande Pirâmide estivesse na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nova Iorque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; por exemplo, ela poderia cobrir sete quarteirões. Todos os quatro lados são praticamente do mesmo comprimento, com uma exatidão não existente apenas por alguns centímetros. Isso mostra como os antigos egípcios estavam avançados na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;matemática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;engenharia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, numa época em que muitos povos do mundo ainda eram caçadores e andarilhos. A Grande Pirâmide manteve-se como a mais alta estrutura feita pelo homem até a construção da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Torre Eiffel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, 4.400 anos depois da construção da pirâmide.&lt;br /&gt;Para os egípcios, a pirâmide representava os raios do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, brilhando em direção à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Todas as pirâmides do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Egito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; foram construídas na margem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; do Nilo, na direção do sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;poente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Os egípcios acreditavam que, enterrando seu rei numa pirâmide, ele se elevaria e se juntaria ao sol, tomando o seu lugar de direito com os deuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Pirâmides de Quéops, Quéfren e Miquerinos (da esquerda para a direita)." href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imagem:PirÃ¢mides_QuÃ©ops,_QuÃ©fren_e_Miquerinos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSPLJvxFCI/AAAAAAAADEc/hiZt4lupbrA/s1600-h/DSCF0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234466088668959778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSPLJvxFCI/AAAAAAAADEc/hiZt4lupbrA/s400/DSCF0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Um velho provérbio árabe ilustra isso: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O tempo ri para todas as coisas, mas as pirâmides riem do tempo".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco se sabe a respeito do rei Kufu. As &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lendas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; dizem que ele era um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tirano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, fazendo de seu povo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;escravos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; para a realização do trabalho. É possível, porém que os egípcios comuns considerassem uma honra e um dever religioso trabalharem na Grande Pirâmide. Além disso, a maior parte do trabalho na pirâmide ocorreu durante os quatro meses do ano quando o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Nilo estava inundado e não havia trabalho para ser feito nas fazendas. Alguns registros mostram que as pessoas que trabalharam nas pirâmides foram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pagas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cerveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Foram necessários 30.000 trabalhadores por mais de 20 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; para construir a Grande Pirâmide. Foram usados mais de 2.000.000 de blocos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, cada qual pesando em média duas toneladas e meia. Existem muitas idéias diferentes sobre o modo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;construção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; daquela pirâmide. Muito provavelmente os pesados blocos eram colocados sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;trenós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;madeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e arrastados sobre uma longa rampa. Enquanto a pirâmide ficava mais alta, a rampa ficava mais longa, para manter o nível de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;inclinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; igual. Mas uma outra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;teoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; é a de que uma rampa envolvia a pirâmide, como uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;escada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; em espiral.&lt;br /&gt;Existem três passagens dentro da Grande Pirâmide, levando às três &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;câmaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. A maioria das pirâmides tem apenas uma câmara mortuária subterrânea, mas enquanto a pirâmide ia ficando cada vez mais alta, provavelmente Kufu mudou de idéia, duas vezes. Ele finalmente foi enterrado na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Câmara do Rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, onde a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; do lado de fora de seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;caixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - chamado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sarcófago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - está hoje. (A câmara do meio foi chamada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Câmara da Rainha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, por acidente. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rainha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; foi enterrada numa pirâmide muito menor, ao lado da pirâmide de Kufu).&lt;br /&gt;O paradeiro do corpo de Kufu é desconhecido, bem como os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tesouros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; enterrados com ele. A pirâmide foi roubada há alguns milhares de anos. Todos os reis do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Egito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; foram vítimas de ladrões de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;túmulos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - exceto um, chamado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tutankhamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (ou Rei Tut Ankh Âmon'. Os tesouros de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; da tumba de Tutankhamon foram descobertos em meio a riquíssimos tesouros por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lord Carnavon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e seu amigo Howard Carter, em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1922&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSPKQBfr9I/AAAAAAAADEM/SYmKkNKuFQ8/s1600-h/DSCF0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234466073174061010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSPKQBfr9I/AAAAAAAADEM/SYmKkNKuFQ8/s400/DSCF0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSSpo0HDkI/AAAAAAAADEo/INaNfkYh5Ek/s1600-h/DSCF0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234469910939635266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSSpo0HDkI/AAAAAAAADEo/INaNfkYh5Ek/s400/DSCF0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;E nao se deixem enganar pelas fotos da esfinge... E comparacao com as Piramides torna-se "um pequeno monumento". Nao menos interessante, e claro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSSqXLylzI/AAAAAAAADE4/VXwauhXwn0Q/s1600-h/DSCF0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234469923386988338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSSqXLylzI/AAAAAAAADE4/VXwauhXwn0Q/s400/DSCF0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Tips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;- A nao perder:&lt;/u&gt; O grande Museu do Cairo! Vale tanto a pena... Tanto pelas reliquias que la se encontram, como pelo edificio em si...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-5618337265072762189?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/5618337265072762189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=5618337265072762189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/5618337265072762189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/5618337265072762189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/de-volta-estao-na-mesma-sim-as.html' title='De volta. Estao na mesma.. Sim, as Piramides!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSPKklNFmI/AAAAAAAADEU/ecBU1piov8I/s72-c/DSCF0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-2803589106706311755</id><published>2008-08-14T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:28:25.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huts and Sea</title><content type='html'>Tinha sido em Damascus, que nos tinham falado de &lt;strong&gt;Nuweiba&lt;/strong&gt;. Duas Austriacas que se cruzaram no nosso caminho que nos falaram destas paragens... E que paragens... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As aguas, tao quentes... Os peixes, de tantas especies... E os corais? A perder de vista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Egipto nao estava nos nossos planos, mas tinhamos ainda 10 dias para gozar antes de chegar a Israel... assim, e como estavamos tao perto... Porque nao?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSAqzbR7nI/AAAAAAAADC8/K3CyEFcF4xM/s1600-h/DSCF0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234450139758849650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSAqzbR7nI/AAAAAAAADC8/K3CyEFcF4xM/s400/DSCF0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um pequeno paraiso praticamente para nos... Isto porque esta zona do Sinai, representa o maior destino de ferias dos Israelitas. Por tal, atentandos terroristas sao muito frequentes para servirem de represalias indirectas ao pais. Assim, como tinham havido ameacas recentemente, o local estava vazio. Curiosamente e devido a esta "debandada", Nuweiba tornara-se assim o destino mais seguro apenas por, estar vazio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSIVxllKfI/AAAAAAAADDs/FlaL27TZwAM/s1600-h/DSCF0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234458574580951538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSIVxllKfI/AAAAAAAADDs/FlaL27TZwAM/s400/DSCF0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinhamos assim, o hotel praticamente por nossa conta, e as praias onde praticamente so os locais se banhavam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSAr6bMqAI/AAAAAAAADDU/9P0aCyqms3A/s1600-h/DSCF0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234450158817421314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSAr6bMqAI/AAAAAAAADDU/9P0aCyqms3A/s400/DSCF0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como tinhamos descansado bem em Aqaba, e minha perda (por causa da queimadura) ainda nao estava muito para banhos prolongados, decidimos seguir viagem e partimos um dia depois... Mas as imagens, fantasticas, essa ficaram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSArlLWjEI/AAAAAAAADDM/Jqjhz1vfKd8/s1600-h/DSCF0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234450153113816130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSArlLWjEI/AAAAAAAADDM/Jqjhz1vfKd8/s400/DSCF0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSIWZyym6I/AAAAAAAADD0/gshyxFn4pd0/s1600-h/DSCF0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234458585373776802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSIWZyym6I/AAAAAAAADD0/gshyxFn4pd0/s400/DSCF0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Tips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;- Sleeping&lt;/u&gt;: E muito facil encontrarem-se "Huts" para passar a noite... Pequenos quartos ao ar-livre feitos de palha mesmo "em cima" da agua por apenas 3euros! Mas vao preparados para os mosquitos... Nada que um mosquiteiro nao resolva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-2803589106706311755?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/2803589106706311755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=2803589106706311755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2803589106706311755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2803589106706311755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/tinha-sido-em-damascus-que-nos-tinham.html' title='Huts and Sea'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKSAqzbR7nI/AAAAAAAADC8/K3CyEFcF4xM/s72-c/DSCF0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-2759771774617180142</id><published>2008-08-11T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:39:58.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar Vermelho a vista...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Not much to say about &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Aqaba&lt;/span&gt;... Infelizmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Demasiados turistas, estancia mais que trabalhada e exploradora, curiosamente por pessoas que nem ingles falam... Enfim... uma descoberta menos exotica do que a que o Lawrence da Arabia fez ha uns anos atras... Ou nao: se se considerar exoticos os cuecoes "tigresa" dos biquinis das senhoras inglesas mais conhecidas por "bifas" ou "lagostas", entao, sim estariamos em ambiente totalmente tropical ou de safari!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKCDOhoHMmI/AAAAAAAADCE/m_P32jmEpbg/s1600-h/DSCF0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327052572537442" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKCDOhoHMmI/AAAAAAAADCE/m_P32jmEpbg/s400/DSCF0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas lamento desapontar, nao foi desse exoticismo de que estava a procura! Fui para me deliciar no mar vermelho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos a um mini-resort super acolhedor e interessante. Iamos para ficar cerca de 4 dias para descansar... Pela experiencia (e pelo preco), entusiasmei-me com umas tendas de Beduinos que este hotel tinha. Que maximo! Dormir em tendas de "ciganos a moda do deserto", num quase deserto, super interessante experiencia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKCDN0lKN3I/AAAAAAAADB0/hGkmowegmYE/s1600-h/DSCF0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327040480556914" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKCDN0lKN3I/AAAAAAAADB0/hGkmowegmYE/s400/DSCF0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rapido me arrependi de tal decisao apos ter sido mordida por centenas de melgas. Sim CENTENAS! Ou era o zumbido, ou as picadas ou o simples pousar na pele... Nada me deixava dormir!!! E muito giro ser-se backpacker... Mas... ai a minha ingenuidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi terrivel... E rapidamente nos mudamos para um hotel de 4 estrelas a seguir! Confesso... Nao fui feita para condicoes extremas... E ainda quero eu ir atravessar a amazonia de barco... So com mosquiteiros e spray anti-melgas em punho!!!!!!!!! E mesmo assim vamos ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De resto fica apenas uma nota do Porto de Aqaba. Um video serve bem para mostrar como estas pessoas aguardam sem reclamar mais de 18horas por um barco... um transporte pelo qual pagam bem caro e que o minimo que podiam exigir era pontualidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(video em breve!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-2759771774617180142?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/2759771774617180142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=2759771774617180142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2759771774617180142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/2759771774617180142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-much-to-say-about-aqaba.html' title='Mar Vermelho a vista...'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKCDOhoHMmI/AAAAAAAADCE/m_P32jmEpbg/s72-c/DSCF0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-6296651487702833344</id><published>2008-08-11T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:58:37.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas encruzilhadas da vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKB6DVWlDeI/AAAAAAAADBk/fGbenXP3qwM/s1600-h/DSCF0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKB6DVWlDeI/AAAAAAAADBk/fGbenXP3qwM/s400/DSCF0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233316964694560226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha pessoas que se cruzam connosco por determinados motivos, acredito eu, e ficam. As especiais ficam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes quando as solucoes nao nos parecem faceis, e as decisoes atormentam os nossos dias, algo acontece. Algo acontece de bom, sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, num rompante lento e destemido, nas encruzilhadas de mais e melhores dias, conheci quem, viria a reencaminhar-me e a trazer-me de volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por entre o rebolico dos seus dias, na agitacao dos seus modos, foi-me encantando e inspirando. Por entre as horas, as suas horas, foi-me fazendo sua. Hoje e ja um pilar e mais que um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje e meu incansavel companheiro, de viagem, de tudo, de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje e ele, so ele quem me traz. Hoje e Filipe. Hoje e sempre Filipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quando os planos sabem a pouco, as tormentas passam rapido e os bons ventos sempre acompanham... Para quando somos nos e nos mesmos, mesmo quando nao o queremos ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje e ele, so ele quem me traz. Hoje e Filipe. Hoje e sempre Filipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKB6DzY_qoI/AAAAAAAADBs/uI5KOnfracc/s1600-h/DSCF0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKB6DzY_qoI/AAAAAAAADBs/uI5KOnfracc/s400/DSCF0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233316972757756546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O nosso despojamento e feliz...&lt;br /&gt;       ... e a nossa caminhada ainda mais o e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro a liberdade, e tu?&lt;br /&gt;       Juntos para nos libertarmos, hein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                        Que feliz e o nosso paradoxo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-6296651487702833344?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/6296651487702833344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=6296651487702833344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/6296651487702833344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/6296651487702833344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/ha-pessoas-que-se-cruzam-connosco-por.html' title='Nas encruzilhadas da vida...'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SKB6DVWlDeI/AAAAAAAADBk/fGbenXP3qwM/s72-c/DSCF0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-8463220836874180849</id><published>2008-08-03T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T06:20:19.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wounder it's a Wonder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWp2-f8SPI/AAAAAAAACw0/7NCEGsb0OOI/s1600-h/DSCF0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273304215701746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWp2-f8SPI/AAAAAAAACw0/7NCEGsb0OOI/s400/DSCF0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho 'e estreito e a expectativa elevada para esta nova eleita Maravilha deste 2007. Mas passar por entre as rochas (que se separaram em tempos devido a movimentos tectonicos), 'e descobrir uma autentica cidade escavada e poerenta, trabalhada por um povo que na altura dominava os sistemas hidraulicos e um gosto arquitectonico sofisticado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWp3OyVDNI/AAAAAAAACw8/FQpwC8qXmx0/s1600-h/DSCF0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273308587789522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWp3OyVDNI/AAAAAAAACw8/FQpwC8qXmx0/s400/DSCF0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWp3zX0ISI/AAAAAAAACxE/IVl7AGefQu0/s1600-h/DSCF0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273318408692002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWp3zX0ISI/AAAAAAAACxE/IVl7AGefQu0/s400/DSCF0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petra&lt;/strong&gt;, descobre-se, nao 'e apenas a imagem tipica do "Treasury Building" qual foi apresentada para a grande eleicao mundial. E um espaco com varios kms quadrados, onde a piada consiste em ir subindo e escalando as rochas e ir encontrando "along the way" mais e mais edificios de interesse! Escolas, igrejas e ate mosteiros, encontram-se a passagem dos que se aventuram a ir mais alem e estao preparados para subir milhares de degraus num dia! Sim, no pain, no game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWtCsc-Z6I/AAAAAAAAC1U/tZTVTHyin9I/s1600-h/DSCF0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230276804064733090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWtCsc-Z6I/AAAAAAAAC1U/tZTVTHyin9I/s400/DSCF0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mas vale tanto a pena pela vista e pelo alento que nos da encontrar estes pequenos grandes tesouros da Humanidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230276769082659650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWtAqImU0I/AAAAAAAAC08/oQpYpDB-_QQ/s400/DSCF0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Que as imagens, mais uma vez falem por si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWtCFLldQI/AAAAAAAAC1M/Ywbqc4yVvjM/s1600-h/DSCF0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230276793522812162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWtCFLldQI/AAAAAAAAC1M/Ywbqc4yVvjM/s400/DSCF0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWv93inP1I/AAAAAAAAC5M/Fbpq9cKsdLA/s1600-h/DSCF0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230280019676708690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWv93inP1I/AAAAAAAAC5M/Fbpq9cKsdLA/s400/DSCF0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWv-ffm9gI/AAAAAAAAC5U/rMNLnUFCxkI/s1600-h/DSCF0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230280030401525250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWv-ffm9gI/AAAAAAAAC5U/rMNLnUFCxkI/s400/DSCF0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWv_I6uOAI/AAAAAAAAC5k/a9AqFiOTj5I/s1600-h/DSCF0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230280041521100802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWv_I6uOAI/AAAAAAAAC5k/a9AqFiOTj5I/s400/DSCF0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWv-iAanmI/AAAAAAAAC5c/rJ_JQFLRcfk/s1600-h/DSCF0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230280031075999330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWv-iAanmI/AAAAAAAAC5c/rJ_JQFLRcfk/s400/DSCF0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Tips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Ticket:&lt;/u&gt; Visitar Petra 'e caro. 25 JD (praticamente 25Euros) por um dia, 26 por 2 dias e 31 por 3. Na compra de 3 dias, o quarto e oferta. Sao de facto dias muito bem passados, e deixarmo-nos ficar por 2 ou 3 vale muito a pena para se fazer os trilhos com calma e fora das horas de calor. &lt;/p&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Sleeping:&lt;/u&gt; Ha inumeros hoteis e pensoes, mas se se estiver a procura de um noite mais em conta, o Mussa Spring Hotel tem bom alojamento por apenas 5euros, com ida e volta gratuita a Petra propriamente dita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a nota negativa do "mercado" de passeios em camelos, cavalos e ate burros! O animais sao muito mal tratados e os passeios sao normalmente curtos para o que se paga. Alem disso, este pequeno negocio, alimenta criancas que apesar do ar deslavado nao parecem carecer de nenhum tipo de necessidade. Pelo contrario, deparamo-nos com pequenos arrogantes miudos, que gozam na nossa cara e maltratam os animais sem razao aparente. Talvez necessidade de afirmacao propria da idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230273329356432274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWp4cJ9Y5I/AAAAAAAACxM/66fM3BX278Q/s400/DSCF0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWtBGAmLLI/AAAAAAAAC1E/xt8AyZP3Sus/s1600-h/DSCF0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230276776565288114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWtBGAmLLI/AAAAAAAAC1E/xt8AyZP3Sus/s400/DSCF0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-8463220836874180849?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/8463220836874180849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=8463220836874180849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/8463220836874180849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/8463220836874180849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-wounder-its-wonder.html' title='No Wounder it&apos;s a Wonder!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWp2-f8SPI/AAAAAAAACw0/7NCEGsb0OOI/s72-c/DSCF0176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-5982274470984296699</id><published>2008-08-03T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:35:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Midlle of the Midlle East</title><content type='html'>A chegada 'a fronteira com a Jordania foi complexa. Tira malas da bagageira do autocarro... volta a por... para uma pseudo-fiscalizacao que nem sequer chegou a existir! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi no entanto curioso ver os Jeeps que chegavam apos longas travessias ao deserto onde a rota inicia-se muitas vezes no Kuwait. Cheios de po, os grandes "Trotters" avistam-se aos grupos e geram confusao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWiPPkzULI/AAAAAAAACl0/kn9ieRFIlHM/s1600-h/DSCF0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230264925023326386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWiPPkzULI/AAAAAAAACl0/kn9ieRFIlHM/s400/DSCF0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltamos a encontrar familias conservadoras apesar de estarmos num dos paises mais ocidentalizados do Medio Oriente. Mas vale sempre observar e "absorver" mais um pouco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230264926790556338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWiPWKJGrI/AAAAAAAACl8/o9osyHF27nU/s400/DSCF0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confesso que a chegada a &lt;strong&gt;Amman&lt;/strong&gt; desilude. Uma cidade desorgazinada, com mais nuances Europeias 'e certo, mas num intermedio que nao que entende se querem manter as raizes ou avancar. A mim parece-me que ambos. Organizar mais as estruturas entre as quais a via publica, educar mais a mulheres mas ao mesmo tempo manter as tradicoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interessante foi chegar ao templo de Hercules! Sim... um pouco em cacos mas pelo menos a aguentar firme o que ainda resta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230264933506951538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWiPvLdKXI/AAAAAAAACmE/_8g-YLSy6Hg/s400/DSCF0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWkyNMY3GI/AAAAAAAACp4/t3xa4C6rSbE/s1600-h/DSCF0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230267724702735458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWkyNMY3GI/AAAAAAAACp4/t3xa4C6rSbE/s400/DSCF0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWkysDRC0I/AAAAAAAACqA/NCkeks6sMes/s1600-h/DSCF0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230267732985973570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWkysDRC0I/AAAAAAAACqA/NCkeks6sMes/s400/DSCF0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Tip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Tour&lt;/u&gt;: Um dia 'e suficiente para visitar a citadela e fazer a volta pelos "5 circles" para se poder passear pelos "sites" relevantes. Muitos shoppings mas um tanto longe que apenas de taxi se la chega.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/9219210546080414985-5982274470984296699?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/5982274470984296699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=5982274470984296699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/5982274470984296699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/5982274470984296699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/chegada-fronteira-com-jordania-foi.html' title='In the Midlle of the Midlle East'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWiPPkzULI/AAAAAAAACl0/kn9ieRFIlHM/s72-c/DSCF0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-1667034705370350801</id><published>2008-07-28T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:06:19.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damascus Repleta de Historia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWSs6YBdkI/AAAAAAAAChU/O3Ue8gknFJU/s1600-h/DSCF0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230247842542614082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWSs6YBdkI/AAAAAAAAChU/O3Ue8gknFJU/s400/DSCF0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damascus&lt;/strong&gt;, "É uma das mais antigas cidades do mundo, sendo mencionada pela primeira vez em tábuas de barro de 2500 a. C. descobertas numa cidade da antiga Mesopotâmia. Segundo esses registos, era a cidade do filho de Noé, tornando-se importante logo no ano 1900 a. C. Em 572 a. C. passou a ser controlada pelos babilónios, mas em 538 a. C. foram os persas que a conquistaram, tornando-a a capital da província persa da Síria. Mais tarde, foi dominada pelos romanos, atingindo um dos seus períodos áureos quando foi conquistada pelo califa Umar I no ano de 636, altura em que mudou a sua estrutura greco-romana para um estilo mais islâmico. Foi atacada pelas cruzadas e defendida pelo ilustre rei Saladino no século XII. Esteve cerca de 400 anos sob controlo otomano, passando no século XX a libertar-se desse domínio com as revoltas árabes. Em 1946, tornou-se a capital do estado independente da Síria. Entre os seus principais monumentos, destacam-se a Grande Mesquita (uma das maiores do mundo, datada de 708 d. C.); o Túmulo de Saladino; e as ruínas de um templo romano dedicado a Júpiter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWStoVBCrI/AAAAAAAAChc/pU-AwkthZus/s1600-h/DSCF0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230247854878034610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWStoVBCrI/AAAAAAAAChc/pU-AwkthZus/s400/DSCF0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Quando a expectativa 'e elevada, muitas vezes nos sai o "tiro pela culatra"... Nao que nao tenha gostado de Damascus, apenas tivemos a sensacao de "mais-do-mesmo" onde apenas mudava um pouco a arquitecturas de alguns edificios de tamanho imperial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mesma confusao de sempre, mas um centro historico muito engracado onde um souk "ao comprido" ia crescendo sobe o olhar atento dos vidros do tecto que mais faziam lembrar o mercado de Milao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWddMxhHgI/AAAAAAAAChs/dUTHbBdhy1g/s1600-h/DSCF0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230259667231383042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWddMxhHgI/AAAAAAAAChs/dUTHbBdhy1g/s400/DSCF0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, uns dias bem passados com mais e mais historia onde paramos um pouco para recarregar baterias e passear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWSt27Q8rI/AAAAAAAAChk/s6T0Nx4jZVA/s1600-h/DSCF0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230247858796556978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWSt27Q8rI/AAAAAAAAChk/s6T0Nx4jZVA/s400/DSCF0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Tips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Sleeping:&lt;/u&gt; Al-Rabie Hotel, com uma zona comum muito cosy e ao estilo Sirio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Libano:&lt;/u&gt; tentamos sim ir ao libano que fica a menos de 100km e onde ate se pode ir de taxi, mas na fronteira sao de tal ordem engenhosos que nos pedem dinheiro para sair e entrar no pais sem justificacao. O melhor 'e adquirir directamente na embaixada da Siria (em Damascus ou qualquer outra capital onde exista. Portugal nao tem.)  um visto de multipla entrada para nao haverem confusoes nem necessidade de duplos pagamentos. Caso contrario assumimos que gastamos a "fundo perdido" com a brincadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Bus:&lt;/u&gt; muito bom viajar de bus na Siria! Oferecem-nos sempre agua ou bebidas e pelo menos um caramelo de boas vindas:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-1667034705370350801?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/1667034705370350801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=1667034705370350801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/1667034705370350801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/1667034705370350801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/07/damascus-repleta-de-historia.html' title='Damascus Repleta de Historia!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SJWSs6YBdkI/AAAAAAAAChU/O3Ue8gknFJU/s72-c/DSCF0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-4919337584928843324</id><published>2008-07-28T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:00:11.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3s7pX1XHI/AAAAAAAACfk/e0ZDq7cwGGg/s1600-h/DSCF0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228095251909270642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3s7pX1XHI/AAAAAAAACfk/e0ZDq7cwGGg/s400/DSCF0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com um mes de viagem, por paises ruidosamente diferentes; intrigantes nos dias que passam e onde esses mesmos dias nos fazem pensar, dou por mim em reflexoes e pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engracado perceber-se (e de um final de tarde em transito de bus o fiz), como nos descobrimos e nos achamos nestas alhadas e bem-aventuradas andancas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresci num meio em que temos que ser os melhores na escola, na faculdade e no trabalho. Incutem-nos a necessidade de sobressair e ser mais que os outros. Dizem-nos que temos que ser desta, daquela e da outra forma, sem nos darem margem para nos decidirmos a ser nos proprios.&lt;br /&gt;Mal entramos para o mercado de trabalho, passamos (ou temos que passar) abruptamente de meninos a senhores, e ter uma ideia brilhante nos primeiros meses para fazer sentir que estamos a "compensar o investimento feito na nossa pessoa"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos tratados como os melhores e regalias nao faltam... Mas quando nao nos encontramos no meio de tanta fachada, nao somos compreendidos... Por isso saimos e passamos de vedetas a desertores, num mundo feito de "mais-do-mesmo", onde a individualidade nao existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao olho para tras com desdem, e queria ter dado o dobro a quem me quis bem... Condeno apenas os mecanismos "planificados e optimizados" que se fazem nossos guias por estes dias... dias de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isto segui por caminhos nao tracados. Por desvios menos claros, para voltar a mim. Benditos familiares e amigos que me compreendem e me seguem. Voces. Que este blog sirva para me descobrir mais a mim e ao mundo... Comigo vos trago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-4919337584928843324?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/4919337584928843324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=4919337584928843324' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4919337584928843324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/4919337584928843324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/07/reflexoes.html' title='Reflexoes...'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3s7pX1XHI/AAAAAAAACfk/e0ZDq7cwGGg/s72-c/DSCF0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-6288236651343685530</id><published>2008-07-25T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:57:01.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Middle East...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm85rL2ljI/AAAAAAAACNI/Fb-OdfCS5PY/s1600-h/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226916541571175986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm85rL2ljI/AAAAAAAACNI/Fb-OdfCS5PY/s400/DSCF0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto, e sei agora, que para se entrar no Medio Oriente 'e necessario trazer na bagagem apenas a vontade de aprender aquilo que para muitos e tabu, e absorver qual esponja um mundo de sensacoes, cheiros e cores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo me acrescenta algo. Impressionante como apenas quando se esta nos locais se pode construir a nossa propria opiniao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-yJi01-I/AAAAAAAACPI/SwR_Ta3aY_s/s1600-h/DSCF1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm85jsIkuI/AAAAAAAACNQ/lnDD1xDehuY/s1600-h/DSCF0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226916539559088866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm85jsIkuI/AAAAAAAACNQ/lnDD1xDehuY/s400/DSCF0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Confesso que viajar nestes sitios sendo-se mulher 'e de facto dificil. Para mim que acho que ate ja fiz umas viagens, senti que afinal nao 'e "peanuts", pois por mais que nos tentemos misturar, nunca passaremos despercebidas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aleppo&lt;/strong&gt;, parou no tempo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esta pequena-grande cidade no Norte da Syria, revela-se como fundamentalista islamica onde 90% das mulheres ainda usa burka. Na maioria burcas pretas onde ate as maos estao cobertas por luvas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-DkOb5BI/AAAAAAAACOo/dn3Urc_0_hQ/s1600-h/DSCF1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917811013280786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-DkOb5BI/AAAAAAAACOo/dn3Urc_0_hQ/s400/DSCF1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claro que ha sempre uma minoria extravagante que foge 'a regra e sobressai... Mas ate essas senhoras usam pelo menos lenco!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-yCsh_2I/AAAAAAAACPQ/iEePyFGysXM/s1600-h/DSCF1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226918609466556258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-yCsh_2I/AAAAAAAACPQ/iEePyFGysXM/s400/DSCF1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-D8eH3fI/AAAAAAAACOw/GmNx8cXnr_4/s1600-h/DSCF1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917817521528306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-D8eH3fI/AAAAAAAACOw/GmNx8cXnr_4/s400/DSCF1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nas ruas sujas e quase todas em obras, atropelam-se pessoas, gatos e criancas. O calor 'e abrasador, e nao admira que agora seja epoca baixa ja que fazem 40graus neste lugar de 4milhoes de pessoas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-yJi01-I/AAAAAAAACPI/SwR_Ta3aY_s/s1600-h/DSCF1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226918611304896482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-yJi01-I/AAAAAAAACPI/SwR_Ta3aY_s/s400/DSCF1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm9YJovRxI/AAAAAAAACNg/jmFNIkDA4kk/s1600-h/DSCF1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917065141470994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm9YJovRxI/AAAAAAAACNg/jmFNIkDA4kk/s400/DSCF1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do cimo da Citadela a vista 'e impressionante e muito cinzenta. Cor da terra que alimenta os tijolos daquelas casas todas, e que com o vento levanta e confere uma mistica ao serpentear-se por entre os predios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm9YjOA1jI/AAAAAAAACOA/liBuIMaxBwE/s1600-h/DSCF1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917072008697394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm9YjOA1jI/AAAAAAAACOA/liBuIMaxBwE/s400/DSCF1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm9YnOikyI/AAAAAAAACN4/FymZgeSogD8/s1600-h/DSCF1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917073084650274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm9YnOikyI/AAAAAAAACN4/FymZgeSogD8/s400/DSCF1185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-yflkj3I/AAAAAAAACPY/oyuYc6i4DpE/s1600-h/DSCF1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm9YZWxQXI/AAAAAAAACNo/Djs6yl1Fp8Q/s1600-h/DSCF1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917069361070450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm9YZWxQXI/AAAAAAAACNo/Djs6yl1Fp8Q/s400/DSCF1166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm9YfbhWZI/AAAAAAAACNw/v8KJVP1E3zs/s1600-h/DSCF1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917070991612306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm9YfbhWZI/AAAAAAAACNw/v8KJVP1E3zs/s400/DSCF1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas para alem da imersao em tamanha cultura, e uma cidade/pais onde se vive incrivelmente barato e onde se tira a barriga de miserias, ja que para se jantar num restaurante luxuoso se paga em media 4Euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros bons apanhados, sao os chas, bolos e sumos naturais de rua por pouco mais de 30centimos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-EHoWubI/AAAAAAAACPA/tYGf5SN0qOA/s1600-h/DSCF1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917820517235122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-EHoWubI/AAAAAAAACPA/tYGf5SN0qOA/s400/DSCF1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui quase diria que voltei ao Brasil com tanta vitamina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm84_vwNNI/AAAAAAAACM4/emBWozwN5Is/s1600-h/DSCF0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226916529910592722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm84_vwNNI/AAAAAAAACM4/emBWozwN5Is/s400/DSCF0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente quando alugamos a mota na capadoccia, queimei-me na perna... Como a ferida nao recuperava, dei por mim a ter mesmo que ir ao medico... E que medico! Quem diria que em plena Siria fosse tao bem tratada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm85Of6TrI/AAAAAAAACNA/3QHYdb77CVc/s1600-h/DSCF0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226916533870677682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm85Of6TrI/AAAAAAAACNA/3QHYdb77CVc/s400/DSCF0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Tips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Taxi:&lt;/u&gt; Pequenas deslocacoes fazem todo o sentido serem de taxi. Os autocarros sao demasiado confusos e ninguem se entende la dentro... Pelos centimos que se paga aos carros amarelos mais vale apanharmos um no meio da estrada e seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-yQ7wM8I/AAAAAAAACPg/4ioy63PHcdU/s1600-h/DSCF1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226918613288498114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm-yQ7wM8I/AAAAAAAACPg/4ioy63PHcdU/s400/DSCF1220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-6288236651343685530?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/6288236651343685530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=6288236651343685530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/6288236651343685530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/6288236651343685530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-middle-east.html' title='Finally Middle East...'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIm85rL2ljI/AAAAAAAACNI/Fb-OdfCS5PY/s72-c/DSCF0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-8943046979108178115</id><published>2008-07-25T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T04:26:34.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flinstones, meet the Flinstones!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImy2cQrEbI/AAAAAAAACLo/wcb9-TEYj00/s1600-h/DSCF1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226905490908975538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImy2cQrEbI/AAAAAAAACLo/wcb9-TEYj00/s400/DSCF1136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImqB9UdG2I/AAAAAAAACJk/1lMC-KnOQjk/s1600-h/DSCF1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226895793157118818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImqB9UdG2I/AAAAAAAACJk/1lMC-KnOQjk/s400/DSCF1008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ha momentos para tudo na vida, e este 'e sem duvida um momento contemplativo meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Vivo cada dia a decidir o proximo e apenas o proximo... Que bem me sabe esta liberdade, pontual mas que durara o suficiente para recarregar baterias e voltar a mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImq2xsjONI/AAAAAAAACKc/-13n0owGBes/s1600-h/DSCF1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226896700570024146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImq2xsjONI/AAAAAAAACKc/-13n0owGBes/s400/DSCF1053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entro entao, ou volto entao 'a idade da pedra onde povoacoes inteiras viviam (e ainda hoje vivem) em casas escavas em rochas. Os habitaculos minimos, frescos e surpreendentemente arejados, aglumeram-se e amontuam-se nos desfiladeiros das redondezas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As entradas e saidas nas casas e inumeras capelas atropelam-se em subidas e descidas constantes mas levam-nos sempre aos mesmos sitios: pracas ou ruas principais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Algumas palavras sobre a formacao do espaco:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImuGGWXPwI/AAAAAAAACK0/yngaj47h8PQ/s1600-h/capadocia_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226900262347030274" style="CURSOR: hand" height="259" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImuGGWXPwI/AAAAAAAACK0/yngaj47h8PQ/s400/capadocia_03.jpg" width="486" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, a imagem que vem abaixo 'e uma casa, onde as janelas tem cortinados e tudo! Duas palavras apenas: Muito Curioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImqBzLcfbI/AAAAAAAACJs/AmRKlOWFlvE/s1600-h/DSCF1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226895790434975154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImqBzLcfbI/AAAAAAAACJs/AmRKlOWFlvE/s400/DSCF1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImqCK7Vx6I/AAAAAAAACJ8/Dc3uqm84pHU/s1600-h/DSCF1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226895796809877410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImqCK7Vx6I/AAAAAAAACJ8/Dc3uqm84pHU/s400/DSCF1041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImq2kH08XI/AAAAAAAACKU/fL55Kla4UrU/s1600-h/DSCF1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226896696926335346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImq2kH08XI/AAAAAAAACKU/fL55Kla4UrU/s400/DSCF1044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De resto o ambiente 'e calmo e relaxado. Nao posso deixar de referir o facto de esta zona estar a perder drasticamente o seu charme e tradicionalismo, ja que esta completamente voltada para o turismo e onde nao podemos dar um passo sem ter um turco chato (sim, a palavra 'e mesmo chato!) a nossa volta a tentar impingir mas uma pulseira, um cha ou uma refeicao "barata".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImqB53sUHI/AAAAAAAACJ0/A3YuP85w9n0/s1600-h/DSCF1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226895792231174258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImqB53sUHI/AAAAAAAACJ0/A3YuP85w9n0/s400/DSCF1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImq2jGIZdI/AAAAAAAACKM/FvIwwxjsH3k/s1600-h/DSCF1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226896696650786258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImq2jGIZdI/AAAAAAAACKM/FvIwwxjsH3k/s400/DSCF1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImq2734WkI/AAAAAAAACKk/pAuxTgqrza4/s1600-h/DSCF1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226896703301900866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImq2734WkI/AAAAAAAACKk/pAuxTgqrza4/s400/DSCF1071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quem gosta de alperces, aqui esta no paraiso!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eis a minha pessoa no meio de uma "no one's land" a abastecer-me dos amarelinhos frutos para mais uma caminhada. Comer directamente da arvore 'e possivel e sabe tao bem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImq23cBcCI/AAAAAAAACKs/hTnvTK2LEsc/s1600-h/DSCF1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226896702111313954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImq23cBcCI/AAAAAAAACKs/hTnvTK2LEsc/s400/DSCF1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recomendo tambem uma visita 'as cidades subterraneas mas apenas a quem nao seja claustrofobico! Demasiado pequeno e esguio mas super interessante! Escolas, igrejas e ate espacos de lazer se podem encontrar la dentro. E aconselhavel levar um casaco pois 'e tremendamente frio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImyuHoe3tI/AAAAAAAACLA/nrHNBzZCCyM/s1600-h/DSCF1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImyuPbG61I/AAAAAAAACLI/e_PRZ48jwaA/s1600-h/DSCF1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226905350024129362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImyuPbG61I/AAAAAAAACLI/e_PRZ48jwaA/s400/DSCF1113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais que isso, uma nota apenas para estas excentricidades naturais, no minimo f'alicas que nao se entende muito bem o porque da sua existencia mas que faz as delicias de muitas maquinas fotograficas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImyudpkJSI/AAAAAAAACLg/jklmmcyehks/s1600-h/DSCF1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226905353842861346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImyudpkJSI/AAAAAAAACLg/jklmmcyehks/s400/DSCF1149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Tips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;u&gt; Rent a motorbike!:&lt;/u&gt; nao vao nas conversas dos locais 'a chegada que nos martelam o juizo avisando-nos do facto que so se pode visitar os lugares com um guia, o que 'e mentira! Para tal, tentam insistentemente vender-nos umas escursoes de dias inteiros que custam quase 30Euros. Por este valor, podemos alugar uma moto (o que a dividir por dois fica naturalmente a metade do preco), ir para onde quisermos e nao temos que nos sujeitar a ser carneirinhos por um dia e entrar em fila nos locais com um monte de outros turistas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImyudxErZI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Jg-qCnVY_64/s1600-h/DSCF1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226905353874353554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImyudxErZI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Jg-qCnVY_64/s400/DSCF1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImyuSBybtI/AAAAAAAACLY/vWI2TFwYdkU/s1600-h/DSCF1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226905350723235538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImyuSBybtI/AAAAAAAACLY/vWI2TFwYdkU/s400/DSCF1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/9219210546080414985-8943046979108178115?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/8943046979108178115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=8943046979108178115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/8943046979108178115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/8943046979108178115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/07/flinstones-meet-flinstones.html' title='Flinstones, meet the Flinstones!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SImy2cQrEbI/AAAAAAAACLo/wcb9-TEYj00/s72-c/DSCF1136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-6373985778881548776</id><published>2008-07-19T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T04:58:30.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>East or West</title><content type='html'>Estava a caminhar para Este, mas na verdade entrei por uma das partes mais Ocidentais da Turquia. De nome &lt;strong&gt;Selçuk&lt;/strong&gt;, a pequena vila passeia-se por um centro de restauração e comercio, e por um jardım que acompanha os dıas de muıtos com chas e jogos ao fınal da tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As multıdoes aqui chegam, e passam... O objectıvo è, na maıorıa das vezes vısıtar apenas a ruınas de Ephesus, cıdade portuarıa maıs ımportante do antıgo Imperıo Romano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHRLH6wpOI/AAAAAAAABz0/6j-Hp7YRTlk/s1600-h/DSCF0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224687031760757986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHRLH6wpOI/AAAAAAAABz0/6j-Hp7YRTlk/s400/DSCF0797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHRLDBaWrI/AAAAAAAABz8/ootAD7KecKY/s1600-h/DSCF0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224687030446480050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHRLDBaWrI/AAAAAAAABz8/ootAD7KecKY/s400/DSCF0842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As ruınas que acıma vemos, estavam em perfeıtos 'cacos' apos um terramoto que devastou toda a regıao e foı o trabalho moroso dos arqueologos do paque que colocou de novo esta antiga bıblıoteca 'em pe'.&lt;/p&gt;Celsıus, o governador desta cidade, mandou que se erguesse apos a sua morte, uma biblıoteca que reunıssısse a sua vasta colecção de livros prıncıpalmente cıentıfıcos. Os 4 pılares de base desta estrutura representam as suas 4 mais ımportantes vırtudes: Sabedoria; Conhecimento; Fe e Intelıgencıa. E eıs-me sob a coluna com a qual maıs me ıdentıfıco: Faıth! (O meu querıdo escolheu para sı Sophia!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224672214129145778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHDsn8Fd7I/AAAAAAAAByA/Sr8EqptajZk/s320/DSCF0802%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos maıs tarde para &lt;strong&gt;Pamukkale&lt;/strong&gt;. Cıdade conhecıda pelas suas aguas, foı em tempos a mais ımportante estancıa termal do Imperıo Romano. Sıgnificando o nome 'Castelo de Algodao' em Turco, este ımenso manto branco composto por bıcarbonato de calcıo, faz as delicias a muitos, pois tem ınınterruptamente agua a brotar das suas frestas a 38C 24horas por dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que bons são os banhos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As imagens que falem por sı:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224672214299662258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHDsokvV7I/AAAAAAAAByQ/r-pdT8XqkRE/s320/DSCF0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHD6BMEg7I/AAAAAAAAByo/yFIUiRoCQgo/s1600-h/DSCF0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224672444245377970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHD6BMEg7I/AAAAAAAAByo/yFIUiRoCQgo/s320/DSCF0906.JPG" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224672446433740450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHD6JV0RqI/AAAAAAAAByw/d0knHYwkPWM/s320/DSCF0939.JPG" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHD6f4_V8I/AAAAAAAABy4/bZT17-sYzZ8/s1600-h/DSCF0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224672452486846402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHD6f4_V8I/AAAAAAAABy4/bZT17-sYzZ8/s320/DSCF0951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHD6c19sWI/AAAAAAAABzA/dZzvT5co0PI/s1600-h/DSCF0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224672451668848994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHD6c19sWI/AAAAAAAABzA/dZzvT5co0PI/s320/DSCF0993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nao, ele não esta no Alaska, esta mesmo em Pamukkale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHDs0VZYyI/AAAAAAAAByY/Z510FZY-HO4/s1600-h/DSCF0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224672217456534306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHDs0VZYyI/AAAAAAAAByY/Z510FZY-HO4/s320/DSCF0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHDs6bN4ZI/AAAAAAAAByg/hfb8J3Ee5Cg/s1600-h/DSCF0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224672219091558802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHDs6bN4ZI/AAAAAAAAByg/hfb8J3Ee5Cg/s320/DSCF0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Tips&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Consolidators&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.skyscanner.com/"&gt;http://www.skyscanner.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Low Cost Companies: &lt;a href="http://www.flypgs.com/"&gt;http://www.flypgs.com/&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.anadolujet.com/"&gt;http://www.anadolujet.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Se de Istambul se quıser avancar para medıo orıente ou India: &lt;a href="http://www.airarabia.com/"&gt;http://www.airarabia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alojamento: &lt;a href="http://www.hostelbookers.com/"&gt;www.hostelbookers.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.hostelworld.com/"&gt;www.hostelworld.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bus: Kent (mais razovel ao nıvel de preços); Metro (a maıs confortavel).&lt;/div&gt;&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/9219210546080414985-6373985778881548776?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/6373985778881548776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=6373985778881548776' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/6373985778881548776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/6373985778881548776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/07/east-or-west.html' title='East or West'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SIHRLH6wpOI/AAAAAAAABz0/6j-Hp7YRTlk/s72-c/DSCF0797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-9146009481014740622</id><published>2008-07-12T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:22:12.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Hopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Atenas&lt;/strong&gt; amanheceu confusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vıbrante aglomerado de pessoas, corrıa para maıs um dıa de tremendo sol. A sensaçao de se estar numa Europa lımpa, è pura ılusao, ja que os carros se amontoam nas estradas cheıas de tudo e de todos numa desenfreada busca por sombras, que nao as ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grıtos, muıtos grıtos. Cultura de bruscos modos e de desdem, leva-me a ponderar sobre a hospıtalıdade quase nula de um povo que quer senao estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maıs: apenas a desorganızaçao de um porto, que para muıtos representa a partıda para a calma, mas onde no fundo ha senao maıs que um bancos encolhıdos no calor abrasador que acolhem quem por la fıca... a espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222238209008658050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkd-4Ru5oI/AAAAAAAAApo/pTslMCFpA8w/s320/DSCF0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando se chega, se fınalmente chega, as palavras sao nulas e o encanto perspıcaz de quem se comove so de olhar dız: &lt;strong&gt;SANTORINI&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222238211655665282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkd_CI1BoI/AAAAAAAAApw/1ivtEhrTPfQ/s320/DSCF0381.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222876140596688210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHtiLYog9VI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/nr-S8r2OWmk/s320/DSCF0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A descoberta fıca nas maos de quem la passa, e os dıas correm devagar. As cores, sao uma constante e o brılho da pequena vıla è ıncalculavel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222876152720415378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHtiMFzCWpI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/9Mk6CQnLDz4/s320/DSCF0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222243415957419858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkit9rDt1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/xBOhF2ueMdo/s320/DSCF0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkisbIqXuI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0pzWMMKW71I/s1600-h/DSCF0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222243389506477794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkisbIqXuI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0pzWMMKW71I/s320/DSCF0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrar no espırıto, e numa scooter, (que apesar de nao passar dos 50km/h, serve bem o proposıto a que se destına) passear na ılha a que muıtos recorrem para os solenes pedıdos de casamento, e dıfıcıl nao se entrar ınconscıentemente numa lua-de-mel antecıpada em Oıa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222243410837174930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkitqmS-pI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NGAqpyc2N7s/s320/DSCF0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A motoreta acaba por permıtır tambem conhecermos o resto da ılha, que apesar das praıas em buto e de areıa escura, nao desıludem os vısıtantes. (em baıxo Red Beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkitCiq-JI/AAAAAAAAAxc/UhC_hxxlNjU/s1600-h/DSCF0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222243400084551826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkitCiq-JI/AAAAAAAAAxc/UhC_hxxlNjU/s320/DSCF0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se esta nas ılhas gregas, escolhe-se o ambıente que se quer. A dıversıdade è tal, que se pode passar do total relax para festa desenfreada a pouco maıs de 4 horas de ferry de dıstancıa. Assım foı Mykonos. Local de peregrınaçao para as massas de jovens de elıte que por la procuram a descontraçao de um ambıente sem regras e sem destıno. A 'noıte' começa depoıs do almoco e termına ao amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-354f11736375842a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D354f11736375842a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330244934%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AAD8EA27AD657B62592AA83A7F7103391C53542.3638B31E24D764D6471EAD1FBD9EC152882C81CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D354f11736375842a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_Cm4csD8ZsAAxOqls4VIeR8PGPE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D354f11736375842a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330244934%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AAD8EA27AD657B62592AA83A7F7103391C53542.3638B31E24D764D6471EAD1FBD9EC152882C81CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D354f11736375842a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_Cm4csD8ZsAAxOqls4VIeR8PGPE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se nao se quıser fazer parte de tamanha euforıa, pode-se sempre relaxar nas pıscınas do parque de campısto. (sım, as seguıntes fotos sao do parque de campısmo da praıa de Paraga!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222876159842811826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHtiMgVJf7I/AAAAAAAAA9g/5IHdBqzRpMk/s320/DSCF0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222876167948200162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHtiM-hn6OI/AAAAAAAAA9o/SXdhpg9YKRg/s320/DSCF0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222876172865084146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHtiNQ15mvI/AAAAAAAAA9w/jmzQXTZoIYw/s320/DSCF0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No adeus as ılhas nao pude fıcar ındıferente ao seguınte slogan de um cruzeıro que se cruzou por nos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkd_YiahDI/AAAAAAAAAp4/CHr0GxFL088/s1600-h/DSCF0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222238217668559922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkd_YiahDI/AAAAAAAAAp4/CHr0GxFL088/s320/DSCF0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkcjNI2LtI/AAAAAAAAApI/MQONtu5tKME/s1600-h/DSCF0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkcjdAS9kI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MW6X1JcFrc4/s1600-h/DSCF0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222236638319670850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkcjdAS9kI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MW6X1JcFrc4/s320/DSCF0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel Tips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Consolidators:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ebookers.com/"&gt;www.ebookers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Low Cost Companies&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.olympicairlines.com/"&gt;www.olympicairlines.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Alojamento&lt;/em&gt;: campıng tem optımos bunggalows comparaveis com quartos de hotel por preços bem mais razoaveis. (Ex: &lt;a href="http://www.mycamp.gr/"&gt;http://www.mycamp.gr/&lt;/a&gt;) tem ınclusıve pequenas vans que vao buscar os hospedes ao Porto.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Ferrys&lt;/em&gt;: E sempre melhor marcar onlıne os ferrys para as vıagens entre ılhas. Assım evıta-se pagar fees de agencıas e afins... Para marcar em cıma da hora: &lt;a href="http://www.aferry.to/"&gt;http://www.aferry.to/&lt;/a&gt;. Para marcar com pelo menos 4 dıas de antecedencıa: &lt;a href="http://www.greeka.com/"&gt;http://www.greeka.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9219210546080414985-9146009481014740622?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=354f11736375842a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/9146009481014740622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=9146009481014740622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/9146009481014740622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/9146009481014740622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Island Hopping'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHkd-4Ru5oI/AAAAAAAAApo/pTslMCFpA8w/s72-c/DSCF0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219210546080414985.post-7661109371639129421</id><published>2008-07-09T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T03:49:16.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O ponto de viragem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHSNqcMDKvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kGw1vb9LCn8/s1600-h/DSCF0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220953628290001650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHSNqcMDKvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kGw1vb9LCn8/s320/DSCF0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ha sempre pontos de &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;viragem&lt;/span&gt; na nossa &lt;span class=""&gt;vida, &lt;/span&gt;este e sem duvida um &lt;span class=""&gt;deles &lt;/span&gt;para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Quando um dia me desencontrei a correr atras do tempo que nao tinha, da vida que gostava de ter, e mais importante que &lt;span class=""&gt;tudo &lt;/span&gt;da liberdade que sempre me fez sentir no brilho dos meus olhos, entao percebi que era altura de mudar... Mudar radicalmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Rapidamente &lt;/span&gt;me desfiz do trabalho, da casa e do carro... parti mais uma vez de moscila as costas para o incerto... e quem me conhece sabe o quanto me sinto em casa com o incerto... e assim foi... rumo ao Oriente vou, sem destino aparente, parto para mais uma grande viagem: a espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os por-do-sol sao &lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;assim:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sempre nostalgicos mas com a certeza que o novo dia vira mais repleto de vida que nunca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219210546080414985-7661109371639129421?l=b-beyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/feeds/7661109371639129421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219210546080414985&amp;postID=7661109371639129421' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/7661109371639129421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219210546080414985/posts/default/7661109371639129421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-beyond.blogspot.com/2008/07/ha-sempre-pontos-de-viragem-na-nossa.html' title='O ponto de viragem!'/><author><name>Bárbara Leão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357285456601585066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SI3fBMJxw7I/AAAAAAAACTo/V33L-yQasMk/S220/DSCF0062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wPxgwuYz3D4/SHSNqcMDKvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kGw1vb9LCn8/s72-c/DSCF0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
