Linda and mobile . Arriving at from Corvo Flores had forgotten his cell phone in flight. I had pulled out of his pocket to turn it off and I left on the seat beside him. I took a taxi from the airport to go to a B & B with a score of miles, on the other side of the island. Only late at night I notice the lack. The next morning, I go a good pace in the next shop that doubles as a place payphone to call the airline's lost and found, indeed with little hope. While I'm there with the owner, Mrs. Linda, to look up the number on the list, get a phone call from the head to the airport who asks Linda if by chance there was there a stranger who had lost her phone! If I could throw away from the recall. Unfathomable mystery. When I went there, there was the type and tipina I made the phone knew nothing about the course of history.
The founder effect . In that wonderful science which is the population genetics there is a strange phenomenon (akin to inbreeding, Badis well), so named, says that in a small isolated community some of the characteristics of the first, few people were then multiplied in the successors, until they become substantially different from members of neighboring communities. Well, studied this phenomenon, it is put aside, thinking that it was once observed in a small fishing for trout of the interior of Borneo. And do not, I saw it too! In the village of Faja Grande, Flores island, the women are all bad, but not as bad as most of the Portuguese. No, bad in their own way and the same in all. It seems as if time does not exist and that women running in the only way to be the same person, we see at different times of his life at different ages. The matter is made more glaring by the fact that all the glasses and the optician that the island must have only one type of frame. They are all equal and with the same ugly glasses. A nightmare.
biker crowds. In this island of Flores is a public transport system with buses. But only in the early morning and evening, just for schoolchildren. I, if I wanted to get up early in the morning, I was a bricklayer, I walk. The island is small, but between a point and the other, there are easily 10 or 20 km. I've made so many on foot, but then I get tired. Fortunately the system is in vogue steps. Should be applied with the finger, but it also happens that the machines will stop at the side of the walker to offer a spontaneous tear. Magari passa una macchina ogni mezzora. Quindi sono stato ben felice quando un motociclista si è offerto di risparmiarmi un decina di km. Naturalmente senza casco. Io un po’ preoccupato e da sempre impaurito delle moto condotte da altri, ma cominciavo ad essere stanco ed ho accettato. Meglio sarebbe stato se mi fossi trascinato sui gomiti. Questo bruto guidava: i) a folle velocità su strade tortuosissime e in dannata discesa, ii) a scatti per prendere per il culo la mia paura, iii) a lunghi tratti senza mani, per lo stesso motivo. Io, dietro, a urlare come un capretto sgozzato e a dargli dei gran pugni sul groppone perché smettesse. In più si girava in continuazione per dirmi delle cose, che io, fra dialetto e panico, non capivo minimamente. Now, you know that the strange and unique among the Romance languages, Portuguese pronunciation of favoring the emission of a large number of tiny sputacchini to speak. Almost all of these sputacchini came into my face, accelerated speed.
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The foreigners Faja Grande. Although this village is composed of only 200 people (after 1000 had a turn of the century) 3 foreigners live there permanently.
The first is a Finnish Rastro, fight instructor. In fact you see it constantly in battle with the bottle of beer that manages to defeat without fail. To live is a kind of igloo built of wood has its roof covered with turf turf. He complains that the grass roots have a tendency to forargli the ceiling. Needless to question him about his activities and purpose of his life.
The second is a Lombard, after have made wine in Tuscany (like all the Lombards who believe themselves smarter than other Lombard) has opened an Italian restaurant vegetarian. During this week had only one customer (not me, not even think about it). But summer seems to go better.
The third is an Italian who is here for twenty years. It has the B & B where I am. He bought a mansion in a very dark and you have placed 5 guest rooms, while not drive out the cockroaches and leeches. It has a lovely wife Azorean (except that ....), But this did not prevent the loneliness, the wind and fog throw it completely out of my head. Rage against the entire morning, evening, after a certain number of pipes, takes on a more civil. Committed to show that Flores is the most beautiful place in the world has come to pretend to believe. At least she tries. Expect a crash soon being.
But Faja is beautiful. But do not think Faja Grande is a very beautiful place. Pianurina a 4 or 5 km, degrading to the sea and surrounded by an impressive vertical wall of rock and vegetation to 400 meters high, semi-circular and criss-crossed by dozens of waterfalls and cascades. So high that the water arriva in fondo polverizzata. Boschi di verde intenso, brillante. Sopra la parete un altipiano stepposo cosparso di lagune vulcaniche di acqua nera e profondissima. Tre borghi: Faja, Fajazinha e Ponta da Faja; oltre che per la fantasia dei nomi, si caratterizzano per possedere insieme 265 abitanti, fra i quali non troverete nessun fine intellettuale con cui discutere delle ultime opere di Aristotele. Se ci andate portatevi quindi un libro.
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