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Was last weekend at the invitation of www.Herzenswuensche.de in Dusseldorf at the Champions League game. It was really exciting to the end. In the last match, the Poles had already match ball that could fend off Kishikawa and still win. Timo has his two matches of course won outstanding. After I met then Timo Boll got a jersey and get a new racket, a scarf and a towel from Timo. The next day we flew home again.

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Bin again yesterday to check in Munich was, 8700 WBC, 211 000 and 12.5 Thrombos HB. All the best, I hope it will now finally Sun Next date is again only in February 2010.

Am 13.11. may I with Papa to Dusseldorf to Timo Boll (flight night and meeting with Timo). Looking forward. Is certainly a great day.

testimony was great. In the holidays I was 4 weeks in treatment in the Black Forest and then in Rust.
There I met Marc Terenzi (see photo). Then we were in Austria in the Alps.

With the table tennis, I've now started again. Is it time everything returns to normal.

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day I was back in Munich for monitoring and for inhalation. Values are super with 5100 WBC, 199 000 and 12.4 Thrombos HB. Now I have again until late July for an appointment, the distances are fortunately getting longer.

Last week I was with dad in Erlangen, where her people hard. Does that mean there Bergkirchweih, because built on a mountain. Mountain you can not say this, more hills.

holidays are great. Now then another 7 weeks of school and again a year made.

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Colombia - Down Part I

Saturday morning.
up early to catch at the international border traffic Ormeno bus in Quito.
for today should go to finally get out from Ecuador to Colombia!
The safety information in mind, we decided against the common inter-city buses, which we had on the Ecuadorean side to the border and then on the other side can come to Cali. The other hand, international bus brought us in direct connection with a short stop at the border right up to Bogotá.

The border crossing was surprisingly easy, maybe I had it presented to me complicated. Fill out a form, Censo and showing your passport once critical patterned and then the whole procedure again on the other side.
Before the border we were by the Ecuadorian police have komtrolliert, we have been as white tourists with European passports given it little attention, but the Colombians had some issues with Argentine passport to go through.
behind the border, we exchanged a few quick dollar in Colombian pesos, buying water and bread for the journey, then the bus drove even more so. If we make security of police presence would be, must overcome the following hours, any ambiguity regarding the travel security in Colombia, because we were controlled incredible seven times. Sometimes in adult roadblocks, where police troops controlled all the vehicles and their passengers to come through, sometimes only by small patrols that quickly documents and backpacks searched.
Neither the one nor the other variety of controls was however all too carefully, which may have also leaned on our tourist elevator. Our backpacks were only ten percent of cases ever open at the sight of the flip-flops just grinned and walked over to the next. Our bus guards on the other hand had to be at the first control by civilian police for a whole bunch of money to answer, which he carried around with him.
No one knows how many of the bills the owner had to change in order to allow it to proceed, but particularly happy turned the small, thick Peruvians not return to the bus.

from control to control also changed the land surrounding us.
had been just across the border yet Andean scenery and fast-flowing streams, the seminal landscape in which small, stocky man lived and the houses unfinished, unpainted appeared as on the steep slopes stuck, we found ourselves after a few hours on a flat road again , leaving the cooled bus hit us right against the oppressive heat. The houses were designed to live with more love, no rusty carrier stood out from the Roofs, would be hoping the next generation may build. Palm trees and subtropical landscape frames the straight, neatly paved road while going about the already almost European-wide people's daily business. The whole atmosphere, built up mango stalls, sunshine and friendly people made me really in the holiday mood while Cumbia sonicated the bus and I could hardly wait for our arrival.
at night when we arrived at 2 clock in Cali, actually planned as the first destination of our trip, but frustrated by a successful attempt to bribe the bus driver, were the short, through the window, snatched impressions west and clean. Soon asleep, we finally arrived the next day Bogotá, the first stop on our trip. At this time we had already brought 750 km and 30 hours by bus to the trip behind us.
awaited us at the terminal, the next surprise. Initially, the terminal could not enter the public domain, and leave it only through controlled access. This all annoying peddlers were banished to the outside, inside there was only licensed items, with standard prices. The terminal is leaving to drive a taxi to the hostel, we were stopped at the exit and received a note with your destination and exact price for the taxi pushed into his hand. Fraud impossible.
went on to say: the surprise when we drove through the apparent plot Bogotá, not on every corner in the half-finished buildings sprouted from the floor, uniformity of color and cleanliness were close to a city planner and everything smelled a little to Cuenca. Soon we had reached our
first Colombian accommodation, backpacker hostel "Platypus" in the historic district of Bogotá, which was flooded with Europeans and Americans. Internet at home and free coffee are convinced, despite a fairly high price to stay.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with dinner and a short stroll through the streets of the capital, but other than the ordinary City not particularly noticed. In search of the historical city center, we were disappointed or perhaps searched in the wrong place. Beautifully restored colonial buildings, we searched in vain, and returned soon, at least back to the hostel. During the tour we had done the same yet the nagging problem of money and cleared the nearby vending machine. Rasch was purchased and put in the kitchen fittings. Cook in the name of saving money.
evening we went out, but we plan to celebrate the arrival in Colombia neatly put an end to the Sunday evening. In the party center of the city, eight million people! were out of some mid-thirties who drank a beer to calm nothing to be found. Finally we arrived in the "Colombia Beer Company" below, in which there was to try interesting-tasting beer. After further foraging, we gave the evening, finally lost, and returned empty-handed back to the hostel. After 30 hours bus ride we were all then just go to bed, happy at last to be able to sleep properly ...
The next day we spent in Bogotá with city tour and a trip to the nearby vantage point, which was accessible only by a rail track. From there, the vast panorama city of Bogotá was to survey, which covered the red-brown below us.
But soon it drove us back on, always towards the Caribbean.

Santa Marta and the nearby village of Taganga diving tourists should be our next destination. With the nearby Tayrona National Park, in the wild depths of the "Ciudad Perdida, the Lost City, is buried and the reputation of having beautiful beaches in the area seemed ideal. After another night in the bus and multiple transfers in the sweltering, dusty heat near the Caribbean, we took a taxi down on the winding road to Taganga. Yet on the other side of the hill we called all of us once again remember the postcards, which propagate in the same reality before us should. White, palm-lined beach in front of a blue, crystal clear water, in which was to discover with a little luck sometimes a dolphin.
Then we reached the top of the hill - the whole bubble burst.
Below us lay a perfectly ordinary sea that you could just as well on the Pacific can find no trace of palm trees and the sand also made no move to do, to shine in the sun.
When we were little later on the beach, which in part also had to serve as the rubble pile, it was almost like crying, to look around and see the panorama of Greek scorched hills above the murky water.
Disappointed, we turned therefore first on the beach to look for accommodation.
Despite off-season was the Hostalsuche not easy but finally we had a room with air conditioning and cable connection for a reasonable price found where we could get in the next few days. The afternoon at the hostel and rotting on the beach, we went to eat dinner at the beach restaurant, which highlight the incredible type of waiter. Ask for another drink were schonmal abgeschmettert with a simple "no." And to receive the order, the good was also happy with the guests at the table.
After the dinner said to our group. While Jacob was left in a hostel in the company of some backpackers, we made the rest of us, once again driven by party-Kai, on to Santa Marta. Half the night spending with fun English words in a street bar, we also found that night again no place to party and found ourselves just after midnight back in the hostel. There we found the funny backpacker company that ended their busy carousing beer rounds and soon broke up after us.
The following day is hardly a mention, long conversations among the four of us, a short shopping trip to Santa Marta, where seemingly market day, and was, therefore, the whole town on its feet, the evening was for the confirmation of the dive trip the next day and then then the rest of the evening spent in front of German wave and the celebrated Dr. Wirtschaftsjedi sense that in a talk show all Proargumente Opel took apart for a rescue (not that I would be opposed in principle to a government rescue of Opel, but it's just totally uneconomic).

The next day we had to get up early, the diving course was in order. Excited, I went with Paul, who has a license and thus made another dive, the diving school where I was, however, first of all to look at a three-quarter-hour training video before it could finally start. With the boat we went to the first dive spot, that is, initially at a shallow beach where I was stopped with two other diving students and the teacher to make a few dry runs to get to know the equipment and slow are introduced to the underwater adventure.
It turned out a small defect on my equipment, not serious enough to make the dive impossible and then, after a mutual last equipment check, I found myself suddenly back on the floor of the sea. Hissing, my lungs filled with air, my every move in slow motion, I looked around, the registered limited view through my mask, watching the colorful bubbles that escaped and stumbled my mask Waterways surface. Then we repeated the previously conducted exercises on the beach once again under water. What if the mask is gone. The other air out of the bottle to give your own, Finally, still find the perfect lift to hover a meter above the sea floor in the water.
As time went on nothing, the air, for about 40 minutes has been scheduled and it just went back to the beach.
Picked up where we were soon on the boat that took us to lunch in the school's Cabanas, where we met again at the other divers. After a short conversation and refreshment, we made all of us together on the second dive.
This was free, because we now knew the basics and we all could focus on the discovery of this new world under water. This time it went much deeper, light printing problems witnessed on the ears of it. But it
It was incredible to see.
coral branches, between which colorful fish darted back and forth. Large flocks, which, like a hand-controlled moving in absolute harmony. Rays, which slid almost invisible by their pattern on the sand and it looked like organic UFOs. A small puffer fish, which inflates promptly to a prickly ball, as as we approached and the end of a giant eel, the show looked under some rocks.
amazement we swam this wonderful, strange world, and only reluctantly followed the call of our instructor to return to the surface.

The afternoon was after returning alternately Internet and quays Magellan book given that I wanted to finish this holiday still. In the evening there was for Paul and me, only the German wave before we incomprehensible to Jacob and Kai went to bed early.

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Fortunately, now the festival time again gone off. Was already 3 times. Each of Gickerl and Kas. yummy! Once I was encouraging so far with my new Lederhosn fair.

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Finally, finally, finally, should we get to know the last climatic region of Ecuador.
had for two weeks trip along the coast and numerous trips to indigenous markets and major cities in the Sierra, we set ourselves for the Easter holiday a trip to the Ecuadorian jungle.
went with a travel agency from a very remote town, which had us on a visit there already made a good offer for a five-day jungle tour So it Wednesday night on the bus to the east.
In the East, where should we expect the green Oriente with its giant trees and meandering rivers and jungle near the Colombian border, the FARC has its drug plantations. Where exploit unscrupulous oil companies from around the world, the Ecuadorian oil fields, leaving nothing but destruction and heavy oil, natural ponds.
In one of the richest areas in the world, one of the richest areas in Ecuador's soldiers, one of the areas with the most human rights violations in that country.

After two seemingly endless hours waiting on the icy "terminal terrestre, the largest bus station in Quito, it was finally able to go and after a continually warming up of the bus the next morning we rose in the humid and warm Lago Agrio from the bus. We almost started to sweat right and swung forward to a pick-up taxi to the arranged meeting place "Hotel de Mario", where our guide was waiting for us already. After a brief breakfast in the intermediate Panadería (bakery) and long delays in the Buseta that we should be to bring in the nature reserve itself, the journey started by the Oriente. On a wide class roads, which seems to be kept better maintained than the Panamericana we went always accompanied by the street lining the pipeline deeper and deeper into the Oriente. Population was barely make out even if the road of wide arable land has been hemmed. No trace of primary forest, occasionally in the distance some patches of secondary forest were observed, but more to the forest reminded of the Ecuadorian coast, as in the Amazon jungle.
Finally, after three hours, we had reached the Cuyabeno reserve.

We stopped at a bridge over a wide brackigbraunen river, the pipeline disappeared on the other side of the dense forest that towered at length before us. The government officials here waiting, a civilian scribbler and two marines left us after a lengthy discussion of our leader is actually with Censo to prices in the Ecuadorian National Park. So we ate in a wood-timbered restaurant a quick lunch before we umsattelten in the next transport: The motorized dugout canoe was waiting for a full load on us when we wanted to compete with a full stomach to continue your journey.
equipped with life jackets and the newly acquired admission ticket armed, we set five of us still a little skeptical in the narrow, rickety boat and were greeted by our driver, who was to accompany us for the time day and night. Then went off the jungle adventure. With roaring engine, we drove down the river, replaced the pipeline of large lianas, which dangled up the trees and exotic red flowers that crowned the reeds on the bank edge. Again and again rose to swarms of tropical birds, the bright yellow tails shone in the sunshine. Gigantic, with thin lianas, as beards, decorated like giant trees guard the left and right raised the river, the deep green jungle between their tribes did not look round. We were quite absorbed in watching the parasitic orchids that bloomed on the trunks of the trees inclined over the river, when suddenly the engine died and we slide across the water stops were. Our drivers are meant to be quiet and pointed up the trees, where we first were able to see anything. Then suddenly came
movement and a horde of monkeys swung around in the treetops, the Guaba fruit break and eating. We watched the capuchins in their feast, which they thanked us so to throw the seeds, after the canoe. Laughing, we went back on the road, passed some other jungle lodges and eventually reached after three hours boat ride our own accommodation.
We were welcomed by the family of the tour organizer, could we quartered in a large wooden pavilion, built on the bottom bed tents were large mosquito net, which were covered with mattresses and to be surprisingly easy should prove. After the insurance of the guides that a bath would be in the river is completely safe, we plunged into the cool water to the subsequent question of whether there because this would be no piranhas, only an uncomprehending "Of course there's the" harvest. As the guide explained to us, but they attack only immovable or bleeding goals and Anakondarisiko now would be quite low. Somewhat shocked, we observed the astonishingly rich evening meal to break up after the first jungle tour. In the pitch black jungle with torches on the road we hiked in rubber boots on the surprisingly dry path, climbed over decaying logs and numerous insects were seen. From
pretty butterflies on the branches of the same border locusts up to palm-sized spiders we have seen a lot and could also try our dessert: lemon ants, which made its name and had a süßlichsauren taste.
came after the presentation of the first jungle herbs we returned to camp, we picked another Naranjilla to dinner and put us to bed, to be strengthened for the next day.
It was nothing but as soon as had Motorista Guia and Victor also einquatriert under the thatched roof. Shortly after we had gone to bed we lit the already Indicator light around were blown out the candles and the cook of the camp brought into the tent, after which the pavilion was made clear to wobble ...

The next day began at reasonable clock 7 in the morning, we had a leisurely breakfast and a swim in the river before we left the boat to start our next jungle hike. sold a whole lot from the camp we were about fighting through the jungle looking for a way back, of course, always accompanied by guide and boat driver Victor. Also on this hike, there was again a bunch of bugs and spiders to see Victor also showed us some tricks to survive in the jungle, we built an animal trap and we opened the cocoon of some edible larvae. Also in the mystery of the "jungle phone" in the form of a particular giant trees with particularly strong roots, like walls were raised around the trunk and by the natives as "casa del duende," House of the jungle of God are often dedicated we are.
middle of the hike was the rain forest at last to its name and was from one moment to the other dark it began around us and a huge rainfall. Fortunately, we were just under one of the giant so that Victor us abruptly from some of the broad leaves shelter the roots built and we were surprisingly dry. Of course I had with my time among all the tempting dangling lianas nothing better to do than me to test my Tarzan qualities, a few times jerked at the thickest Liane and began with the words of Victor in the ear "The holding, I do hold you firmly ... "the rise. I had the ground not two feet allowed under me than with a creak and a bang the thick rope pulled Liane and was rewarded with my Tarzan adventures take Jane with a black eye and a broken pair of glasses.
least I had the mood of the entire group and not significantly brightened when the rain stopped after half an hour, had we started very well without the forgotten rain ponchos back on the track, to escape the mosquito swarms, which were attacked by an improvised roof over us.
We crossed a narrow arm of the Cuyabenoflusses with the help of some fallen tree trunks, Victor observed in a spectacular Machetenrettungsaktion because they had fallen into the river and finally arrived back at camp successfully. After lunch and rest break, we sat back in the dugout and visited an indigenous community.
We were already expected and after the Tourizahlung of $ 2, we were privy to the production of 'pan de yuca (bread made of Yucawurzel), which reminded me a little taste of Swedish crackers and jam with quite outstanding tasted.

back in camp we sat together at the dinner table to eat then be literally in the falling darkness of the herumschwirrenden mosquitoes. Just one of my ankles came to more than 70 stitches, which immediately swelled and began to itch like hell. After dinner, the itching was unbearable and everything I asked Victor to a herbal remedy for the bites.
a moment thought he brought me and then - a nettle.
disbelief I stared at him, but now since I was all right, only to get rid of this infernal bites tap I had all my stitches with the vicious-looking nettle. And indeed: After the initial burning of the acid is gone nothing remained but a slight feeling of warmth, itching should not return for the next two days. Encouraged by my examples could be the other with the nettle "treat", so few that the wooden hut in the jungle for a quarter of an hour the touch of an exotic S & M clubs.
At the end of the day we lit our cigarettes in the jungle collected, dried branches of a certain tree, which tasted surprisingly good, but as we had previously insured Victor, had no intoxicating effect. After we had discovered a sleeping butterfly, it is We made the pavilion comfortable and had a wingspan had my hands placed together, we all fell into bed tired. have not only a rail under the umbrella of the day exhausted ...

The next day should include a full day trip and look forward to the lagoon, where there should be dolphins and anacondas we sat in the boat, this time not only accompanied by Victor but also one of the locals that we should show as indigenous leader more . As our boat cut through the water of the light shining in the sunlight lagoon lies there, we all admired the large trees, which are directly made invisible from the water up and the overgrown banks of the lagoon. sweating from the intense sun Amazonas we swam some laps in the cool water lagoon before we made our Anakondasuche. Unfortunately, this was not successful and a little disappointed we put on a jungle path and headed for another round trip. This provided us with the locals before a lot of different medicinal plants to help including a tree whose bark against malaria. They also wove a backpack from a large fan-shaped leaf, and we turned Paul with a leaf bag, flower behind the ear, crown and leaves in a skirt-and-bred Indian bride for lunch before we returned back to the canoe.
After viewing some Toucans and a gigantic, highly poisonous spider we should provide for today's dinner, we made our piranha fishing.
very first place we had to get paddling, as motors are prohibited in this area because of the Seekuhvorkommen, we began a short time after the first two piranhas, which looked surprisingly benign. Only when its ubiquitous Victor diameter as food in the mouth of the fish were pushed, see the huge teeth, with which he tears apart its prey. From then on, we left our fishing luck, until we had changed the place several times and finally found a place where I also took my two piranhas in the water and Paul with a whole swarm of catfish auftrumpfte.
With the certainty that night also something on the table, we returned at dusk back to the lagoon and expected floating and shooting photos of the sunset. Paul impressed everyone with his floating (to admire my Picasaalben) from the water the photos and finally enveloped the sun appeared in a red veil into the sea green of the jungle.
In the almost perfect darkness of the night jungle, the water surface only in the light of the moon and the magical bright stars shining we returned to the camp, said Victor proved driving incredible cat's eyes and suspect almost every obstacle in the water ahead of sent to change course. For dinner it was
we actually even caught the Piranhas, the teeth flashed out the same amount of dangerous from the grilled meat, as it was before the boat was the case. seasoned with garlic and sprinkled a little lemon - like the one in Ecuador so would give any court - the carnivorous beasts tasted really good and surprisingly little of fish.
After the evening meal to the nettle-flagellation after we laid heated but itch free in our mosquito net tents and slept soon deep, accompanied by the shaking of the pavilion floor every evening ...

The next and final full day of our Jungle Tour was another jungle walk and visit a shaman dedicated. With the boat stopped a bit away, we reached the large, comfortable house of the shaman for a half-hour hike with the locals and their son through the wilderness. The highlight of this hike was three Ceibo trees (the previously described large trees with huge roots) and an established panel, which described the occurrence of giant otters in the national park, not the animals but we got to face.
The shaman had to offer anything better. After bagging the usual $ 2 Tourigebühr we got in a five-minute presentation on incomprehensible English, tells how many American doctors have already asked for his help, I was released with songs and Blattgewedel of all evil spirits and then it was already back.
the way we stopped in another municipality, where we could look at for two hours a football game, the only knowledge was, however, that football is actually probably a universal game.
After returning in late afternoon after all, Victor promised us yet, join us in the night to search for and the Cayman Islands early next week to start a bird watching tour.
to this initiative at first no one really believed, if only because it had to be kept on the first wobbles of us. In addition, Victor disappeared immediately after returning to his tent, where he soon followed his cook ...
We volunteers were satisfied at the dinner table but with the dissemination of German culture and brought in the Swiss Frank Skat, chatted, and tore a bunch of bad jokes ("What has 4 legs and one arm?" - "A pit bull on the playground." ) before it was finally dinner and we, oh wonder, in the boat armed with flashlights went to Cayman search.
again showed Victor an uncanny sixth sense and we cruised up the lazy Rio Cuyabeno, while buzzed around us millions of moths and mosquitoes, pursued by quickly slamming bats. With the lights out for the shore ableuchtend all looked for the light beam Cayman flashing eyes.
And actually, not five minutes after departure from the shore thicket flashed us a pair of glowing red eyes. With minimum power, we cautiously approached the Cayman Islands, the fotoaparát hand to hand until all our lamps illuminates ... and the Cayman Islands turned out to be sleeping bird, whose eyes glowed red, but just as vicious.
Disappointed, we went full throttle into it further up the river and finally into a quiet side arm, which according to Victor offered the most opportunities for the Cayman sighting. We were also in the dubious pleasure of a natural river course in the Amazon. Constantly had fallen logs in the water can be easily avoided or run over, dangling giant spiders are avoided and after we had a successful run at right angles to the river lying tree, turned out to be the creek finally dead end.
Some trees had fallen long ago, completely blocking the lake road.
disappointed to have seen a caiman, but satisfied at least something done and seen a jungle river adventures to have, so we went the same route back to camp. Again managed to Victor, the outboard motor, despite driving under the surface strains without damage to home to bring it and went to bed excited chattering.
self Victor gave up the nightly Pavilion stability testing and we fell asleep quickly, set out early the next morning bird watching hike will be awakened to.
But what did not happen. Although I woke up in the dawn to the gentle patter of the Amazon rain, but was quite happy that Victor was not in front of my tent and I was able to crawl rather than the cold jungle mud to sleep yet.
was the way our last morning in the jungle only of breakfast, pack and delivery of constructive criticism, Victor abforderte us before we look at the three-hour boat ride back to the reserve entrance made and from there again soon on the bus were sitting home ...

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War Kirchanschöring get in today and have from Sepp ne leather pants / shoes. After that, we still warn in Burghausen (see photo) and conclude in parish churches on a pizza.
weather was great, pants is great and the pizza was also delicious. It's a nice day.
will try the same dress to the Gerner (festival at Eggenfelden).

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this week had an internship in the computer a Arnstorfer company. But now finally go on vacation really begins.

Last Saturday I was with our teacher in Frankfurt Musikmesse. There I met my aunt, who works in the exhibition in Frankfurt. Did vouchers (food and drink) get from it. Many many thanks. Hab can consume but not all. Next year I'll go down again.

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jungle tour with the Primitas or the highest waterfall in Ecuador

How often in recent weeks I recently spent another night at tio Pedro and family, which consisted mainly of common meals, homework help for Wendy and great mobile games for primo Zaul. Even the stories of the work in English is not quite perfect listening always like to talk about the general here seems not to be too large, so that a change is seen by the subjects of family and village life like always.
I wanted to make almost back to the ten-minute walk back to the valley, as Wendy still quickly interjected: "Do you really know El Chaco?
El Chaco, is well known by the rafting reports from my former teaching colleagues in the Oriente of Ecuador Diego, about four hours drive east of Quito and is one of the first tourist stop shops for jungle tours. The next question in the negative told Wendy that she wanted a school trip there and invited me to make a short hand to come along. Counterstrike also inviting Reisekumpan Paul I accepted the offer and we found ourselves last week by 6 clock in the morning on the edge Cumbayas to the school bus to be expected of the Colegio Militar.
After the usual in Ecuador-five minutes after appointed time then we could finally put on the bus and there were about 50 curious Eighth graders in full uniform expected, which could make the journey over barely an eye on the two white men. It proved once again to be extremely pleasant to travel with Paul, as a tall, blond German is of course much more interesting, dark-haired than my humble self. After the usual stories about the origin, comparisons Germany - Ecuador and conversations with the accompanying teachers, we came to the goal of the educational tour: An oil pumping station in the Ecuadorian jungle to negotiate on which the principal of the school to first with the responsible engineers admission had before it went. We heard a short, chaotic and completely content-free presentation of the system by an engineer, it was drowned out to make matters worse still for the most part of the next working pumps and then quickly left the facility. Not without first examine the excellent recycling pool, which was supposed to escape not a drop of impurity in the nearby river.
Of the large chimneys, which dismissed the exhaust of the pumps in the air, the noise to be heard for miles across the pump, the frequently occurring fractures due to deficient maintenance of the oil pipeline, or even the promotion methods, of course, no question. Sun
we finished, I think, without any value for the students, this section of the school trip and went lunch. Then we said goodbye to the Primitas and their classmates because they wanted to spend the rest of the day in west Papallacta, while our way to go back east to Reventador led.
With the good old thumb-Out method, we soon found a pickup that drove us to the front door of the only hostel in the vicinity of the Reventador. On the way we were able to examine with my own eyes what happens to the students was not realized. We passed an oil accident and the driver told us that was here a few months ago everything was black from oil. Even now, after 8 months of cleaning work were still some black laugh to see. No one knows how long had the time to seep into the soil and poison ground water, before the state oil company saw the need at all to begin the restoration measures.

Arriving at the hostel waiting for us first of all a shock. According bellhop and cooking from the other side, there were no rooms. We looked puzzled, how could a hostel outside the normal public holidays are booked as here down to the last bed in a relatively un-touristy place?
With the glimmer of hope that the absent boss might just raise a room, we visited first the highest Waterfall in Ecuador, the Cascada San Rafael. An ill-walk, half hour road leads there, in between, we went past a doorman, to remove the $ 10 we really would have, but we left without purely demand Sun Soon we reached the viewpoint of the waterfall and were both - impressed.
Huge masses of water are rolling down the 140 meters, seem to fall so slowly that you can track individual clouds there. Given a huge roar echoed through the boiler, hidden in the middle of which a falling water in the spray of the lake meets.
admiration we paused for half an hour, looking at the waterfall before we went back to the hostel.
Here we awaited the good news is that still a twin room is available and would be the explanation for the full occupancy: The oil for the accident-relevant employment were all housed in the same hostel.
After all we had now secured accommodation for the night, would not have been in this hostel free, we would probably have to spend the night under the stars.
We were able to eat dinner but reassured us arrange a guide for the Reventadorwanderung the next morning - which turned out to be the bellhop - and after a refreshing dip in the pool fed by fresh river water to go to bed early. After all, we had
with our guide for 6 on the next clock Morning appointment. So we stood
As the day before at 5, and jumped again to wake up in the pool, ate breakfast there wont Toni-jam-pan breakfast and found us punctually at 6 at the appointed meeting place. As usual, our guide in Ecuador was of course present only at a quarter before seven, after which we loswanderten but expeditiously. Finally, we promised the boy that afternoon to be back again. So it went through the deepest mud in rubber boots borrowed from the oil pipeline passing into the jungle.
was true to our altitude of 1800 meters still not right to speak jungle, which one imagines as Mitteleuropaeer so, but it came to mud volume and humidity, making the path its name. After two exhausting hours
mud hike, to make matters worse, also went mainly uphill, we had finally reached our destination. A wide, wet plain lay before us, covered with moss, lichen, and some low shrubs. That was the outbreak of 2005, Flo said to us. The trail went through the lies there as if by magic, misty landscape in which glittered with dew draped spider webs in the bushes.
Complete silence lay over the whole image that I felt like in a fairy tale.
After another short walk through this landscape, pointing Flo at once forward and declared: "These are the remains of the outbreak from last August!"
front of us were huge piles of stones, and still sharp. With a grin on our faces Flo began the rise of the next of the 15-meter-high pile of stones and we quickly overcame our astonishment, and followed him up. The uncomfortable climbing over sharp stones, which seemed to solve with every step was worth it, however, when we arrived. Around us only fog and the dark, chaotic, cluttered over stones, I came before me, as at the end of the world. Steaming spread as far as the fog did not allow it as a black stone, no Felckchen green in between. For all columns of the rock pile rose kraueselnd hot steam. Even now, eight months later, the stones in the interior of these clusters were still hot enough to evaporate to the rainwater.
pleasurable putting us in the hot steam we brought to eat the snack and talked about the volcano and its eruptions. The only downside of the hike was that was to be seen because of all the fog no trace of the volcano itself. But at least we had the mysterious landscape around us, which our managers on the way back, he even lost briefly. In all the fog and the same everywhere looking Landschatf we lost all our short orientation, were then quickly back on track once more and entered the jungle.
The way back was much easier, because after all, mainly downhill, even if Flo suddenly a car chase restarting said, which ended with a twisted foot on my part. At last we arrived back at the hostel, all completely filthy and exhausted but very happy with the trip. With a glance at the clock, confirmed our Selbsteinschaetzung, because we had made the seven hours of walking only five.
reassured us so we could put on the bus home, the deposed me as even more pleasant not only in the south of Quito, but even in the neighboring Cumbaya ...

PS: Photos are up ...

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warning on Saturday with friends at dinner (Pizza!!). Was not my favorite pizzeria, but has also tasted not bad.

Today was the 1 year study. Value 8000 WBC, 13.5 HB. Fits great.
today lasted all day. come home, I am in the morning to Munich and first vs. 17:30 again.
The results of other studies, ECG, ultrasound, pulmonary function, etc. War I until later. Probably not until I got control again late next month.

Have me again today by Mc and Chinese diet. Now I have to make Hausi.

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Cotopaxitour with the Volunteers

Gina had announced it and so we put it well last weekend into action. A visit to the Cotopaxi, the highest volcano in the world was, for all volunteers the plan. This is also the original visit to the town in the province of Bolivar Guaranda fell flat for me, even though in retrospect I do not apologize for it.
gathered clock stood at five in the morning on my way to Quito still all volunteers from Los Valles "and we found ourselves alone as a time clock in at seven in the morning at the agreed point of Quito. After the rest of the meeting of old (since August / September), new (since January) and completely unknown (since?) Vols had arrived, it was a short address by the unsympathetic guides in the leased bus and jeep in the Cotopaxi National Park. The trip took

beaten for three hours, including Recharging of the bikes and stop at the entrance to the park. After a stop in a tiny museum and the long-known statement on the road of the volcanoes and flora and fauna of the Sierra, but we were finally - finally - in the high plains of the Cotopaxi. A vast plateau, completely barren, apart from some prairie grass and little flowers, extended around us, while the collection of giant Cotopaxi next to us ... Should.
was unfortunately only one flank of the volcano visible through the clouds that had moved as if to tease us just around the mountain together. Quickly snapped a few photos and once again looked back, not able to shoot panoramic images, then it went on, always up the hill, until it disappears was for the bus.
From there it was run from, unpleasant 300 meters in height by loose rock and sandy soil, it seemed that would, as you slide back with every step forward two. But finally we made it all less strained than expected we took of the 4800 m level of the refuge again in another 100 purchase, to finally touch the snow.
snow!
the first time in Ecuador, have to feel cold as it should be!
soon flew the first snowballs, snowmen were built and painted the angel from my childhood in the snow ...
One can hardly imagine a German, as you can have as much fun in the snow.

happy about the cold experience, we found ourselves soon again at lunch, all in all a great breakfast of bread, cheese and guacamole Ecuadorian, and a few biscuits and eat as much of all as you could. Saturated we went finally to the descent to the bus, where even the bikes were waiting for us at the exciting part of the afternoon to begin. Deteriorating
construction helmets on their head, we AGAINST board down the hill behind the guide, with potholes, sand waves and laughter made the descent interesting. With adrenaline and pumped full of a destroyed Tire on the bike I came down after a short wait for the rest of the group who preferred the prospect of adrenaline and a tire change, we drove all the way from the National Park beyond, with crossed between a herd of wild horses on our way.

After loading the bikes we went more or less exhausted in the bus on the way back to Quito, where we had the promised chocolate cake but failed. On the way I had the opportunity to refresh my Italian never existing again, while I was with the two Italian women, maintained that had somehow stumbled on the ICYE still with us.
Conclusion: glacier-capped volcanoes are a great thing, Italian = English.

PS: pictures of the last trips are available on Picasa

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The Jadelagune Quilotoa

hardly arrived back in Quito, Paul invited me to one already for next weekend. It should go to the indigenous community Peribuela, quite a bit to the north of Quito, where Chef Paul Stuart runs a reforestation project.
Stuart, a 36-year old Englishman, who, coming from the fashion business prefers the quiet and simple work on an Ecuadorian farm, has been the declared goal to plant 100,000 trees in his life. Of these, though he is currently with 2500 trees still quite far away, but it helps so, where you can ... So I met
time for the weekend on the farm and after a short Help in the garden of the volunteers did Paul, Stuart and I are on the way to Peribuela, 630 in the nursery reared tree in his luggage. After three hours of shaky ride on the back of a pickup between hundreds of small trees and a stop in Cotacachi, we arrived at some point in the parish hall of Communa. Here we were greeted very soon the old Geronimo, in his capacity organizer of the people from the community, which should help us with the planting.
With their help, we brought the next day after a pleasant night in the beds of the village hall and the delicious food from Lola, Geronimo's wife, brought all the trees in the ground and I can now proudly say that I have personally planted 81 trees. Although the provided holes for the trees of the 12 community members were dug, which preceded us, but someone must be indeed responsible for the plant.
satisfaction, though sun-burned and broken, we still ate lunch with the community before we transpose our other travel plans into action.

comunas en Ecuador: are partially independent from the state. The reason is that the indigenous-dominated communities want to manage themselves and in the course of the distribution of land already come into possession of a large part of the country that was previously awarded to the rich landowners. From this self management shows the tax exemption of local authorities, which shall, on the other hand, only a small aeuerst support for public projects to follow. It under the municipality, for example, all materials for the road itself and now receives little support of the state.

For the two Englishmen, with whom Paul and I already had been traveling in Loja, had invited us to do with them a tour of the province of Cotopaxi and to visit the lagoon Quilotoa. So it went with the Swede Elin in the luggage on the bus to Quito, and from there to Latacunga, the capital of the province of Cotopaxi.
In the morning we had planted trees in extreme heat and arrived On the same evening in the icy exhausted plenty of Latacunga. Fortunately, could saffron and Lottie had already made a great hotel find out where we show for $ 7 a Junior Suite to third and use their bathroom as a dance hall. Despite the comfortable accommodation, we invited only from our luggage, exchanged short of news to the two girls and then we went to dinner in the nearest pizzeria.
After saturating, European food we had for this evening: Good bye Elin, which passed with a headache and fever to bed. The four of us have searched for a bar, and proved to Latacunga, but as quite a disappointment. Besides the typical Ecuadorian Salsa-reggaeton dance hall could be found nothing. While we were in search of an invitation for a cheap flophouse in the poor live music was played, but we had to decline with thanks.

The next day we left early by bus to Zumbahua, a small village which lies closest to the Kraterlagunge Quilotoa. This lagoon is berühhmt throughout Ecuador for its jade-green color and is one of the most beautiful in Ecuador. After the two hour bus ride to Zumbahua we went to the rented Camioneta that drove us quickly to the lagoon. Along the way there was a brief photo shoot in the rugged canyon scenery before we reached the crater rim.
few hundred feet below us spread from the shiny green lagoon, like a giant Jadekristall. While two of the girls decided to enjoy the view from the top, made of saffron, Paul and I looked at the Absttieg down to the lake. We had the top of the crater rim even with frozen winter jacket and gloves, it became increasingly warmer, until we felt the water in summer temperatures. Paul and I quickly went over and jumped into the icy, sulphurous water of the lagoon. After this cooling and the consumption of bread, we felt we had brought enough strengthened to take the climb to about 300 meters in attack. Paul were always anticipated we finally panting and sweating to the top again and began height in the icy wind to shake immediately.

We quickly enveloped us in the thick clothing, we swung into the back of the waiting pickup truck and quickly reached the point of Zumbahua. Quickly found some friendly truck driver who brought us up to Latacunga. From here we went back the next bus to Quito and in the home ...

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Carnival in Ecuador - meant for Paul and me less water (as an Ecuadorian proverb says) in his boots and chicken shit on the head, rather than a long weekend with four days off to travel.
Was our first plan was yet to commit the Carnival festivities in Latacunga Ambato or and us to look at the "Fiestas de frutas y flores" in Ambato, then we turned around but still on a journey into the deep south of Ecuador.

Curious by our tour guide made the slogans like "Just for this landscape could have paid off for many a flight to Ecuador" attracted to the south, we would venture the long holidays for the even longer journey to the southern province of Loja.
It was then, despite numerous route closures due to continuous rains on Friday night in good old Panamericanabus on to Loja.
Although occasionally occurring short road closures, because landslides had to be removed, were us start with only an hour late the next day in the provincial capital of Loja. Since we still wanted to wait for two English girls who had met Paul at the farm and wanted to look also in the southern part of Ecuador, we used the time until their arrival for a city tour - good - and coffee - bad.
The city of Loja, which has been praised already on the bus ride from returning residents as well as Cuenca, "had actually come up with some beautiful parks and churches, although the restoration of the houses was carried out not nearly as extensively as in Cuenca.

After a more or less substantial lunch, we wanted to visit the botanical garden of Loja, got into the taxi, talked briefly on the ride with the driver of the botanical garden and ... Had to find the goal that was closed. Would obviously have been too easy, we put them on at start having, but then you would indeed deserve a more money.
So we took back the sidewalk and finally met the girls at the bus terminal, to make us equal to the long journey to Vilcabamba.

Vilcabamba: The Valley of longevity, as it is known in Ecuador and is located only a few dozen miles from the Peruvian border and is known for its mild climate Andes and the spectacular scenery of the surrounding area popular with tourists. In addition, the small town with a population of unusually advanced age has come up, the record age of 128 years was reached. In addition to these facts and friendly inhabitants, Vilcabamba has to offer but very little, apart from the times not old but beautifully decorated church from the village center.

We first had to find to our horror that the cheapest room for an overnight stay cost $ 12 should be good, yet when they finally with the help of some friendly Dutch still get hold of one for $ 5. Contrary to our expectation, in Loja largely spared from the general tourism carnival to stay, we met here Gringos on every corner and had to get completely soaked and sprinkled with colored foam with a dinner at a roadside stand satisfied.
Contrary to fears the food was really delicious, albeit expensive, and also let any of us spend the rest of the evening on the toilet. In sharp contrast were the evening unpacking nor the Kings cards and destroyed some beer before going to bed.
And the next morning was also clear to me why our stay was so cheap.
For just about my - of course open - pocket had a hole in the ceiling and it had rained inside, so I am cross boots by 7 clock by Vilcabamba was allowed, to throw all my clothes for an hour in the dryer can.
Somewhat annoyed by this incident, we visited the local church, where the only thing worth mentioning, however, was partly fanatical old man, who told us a lot about the saints and their veneration of the place.

was barely dry the clothes and the old man brushed off, we started again on the way back to Loja to travel from there to Zamora on. Zamora, capital of the province Zamora-Chinchipe, attracted to the Podocarpus National Park and so we started the two-hour bus tour. We arrived
informed us briefly about the way in the national park, looking for a hostel and ate was imported in a very white restaurant for dinner, where our food is not prepared at this restaurant, but from others. We saw quite amused with the owner of the food boxes come in the door, disappearing behind the counter and show up after a few seconds in a wondrous way with our food again.
Saturated fat and happy we went to bed early to early the next morning to drive into the park. A quick pick-up was found, the passed here are cheap and picked up again. Locally, we could make the park guards believe skillfully, we were all students in Ecuador and would offer the $ 2 for Ecuadorians and not the $ 10 entrance fee for foreigners as to pay. A lucky because I had my smooth Censo forget the hotel and would thus hardly came in cheaper ...

Censo: The Censo, as Ecuadorean ID card for foreigners will only be issued for a longer stay in a fixed abode. This one is to treat all issues as Ecuadorians, which is reflected primarily in our admission fees for tourist sites.

We enjoyed the day in the great outdoors with large butterflies, waterfalls and the 800-meter-wide rise to a vantage point where the slope estimate was 45 degrees and I am thanks to my profile without shoes more than once rolled in the mud.
But the sludge settled at the falls again, wash well and it was more or less clean back to the hotel to shower and to make the journey.

Because for Paul and me was still visiting Zaruma on the plan, the largest gold mining city of Ecuador, while the two English girls wanted to do on the way to Cuenca.
separated us, we arrived at the terminal of Loja and alone for two evenings in Zaruma.
lay between, but the most adventurous bus ride of my entire trip to Ecuador. For the link road from the highlands town of Loja and the other on the side of the Andean town of Zaruma is far from well developed. The continued by the rains which further deteriorated road was too narrow in part, by allowing for two vehicles side by side.
also had been held in many a curve to the impression that a wheel suspended in the air and the other only by the tenacious mud on the road in the lane. After six hours of tough progress, although even one or another river crossing was without a bridge with the process of reaching our goal.

Zaruma: The gold rush town in the southern part of Ecuador can come up with a long tradition of Schürferei. The oldest mine was in the 16th Century exploited by the Spaniards, and even before this Canari-resident Indians, the yellow metal has accumulated in the rivers. But even if Zaruma today is a wealthy city, thanks to the gold deposits of the sought-after material has not only good with it.
will oblige the Spaniards all able-bodied indigenous people of the region to work in the mines, where the life expectancy of a miner at that time was not more than 5 years. The hopeless situation of indigenous people and the brutal exploitation and slavery attitude reminiscent of the workers by the Spaniard led after some time in collective suicides of up to 100 workers in the mines and the abortion of all children through the Indigenafrauen. The English rule was this place so the entire original population wiped out - by a number of estimates of about 30,000 people - and thus laid the basis for the completely white, today's population of the region. This promotes
continue the gold from the rich veins of the mountains, and extending the network of tunnels now more than 12 levels with 30 meters distance from each other under the whole city and surrounding area.

In Zaruma we were both quite enthusiastic about the city and some time wandering through the architecturally beautiful gold-mining town with notice their wealth. Particularly interesting were the woodwork of the city. Both the pillars the house balconies, as well as the systematic nested doors are made from a local wood, which is handled very interesting and painted.

The next morning we took advantage of the tourist tour of Zaruma the region visited, with the excellent tourism officer of the city a gold mine and got it still a heap of information about the city, surroundings and history been delivered, following a trip made to the 120-meter high waterfall of Guaiquichuma and visited the candy manufacturing Dona Clem.
During the whole trip, we found out that the carnival is not exactly tourist-friendly. Not only that there is no public transport there was also exploited ruthlessly that the two gringos were riding on the halted Caionetas in the back. Again and again water bombs flying, was washed with the hose of the pick-up, including passengers and all the water buckets were emptied over our heads.

But the goals were more than worth the inconvenience. The impressive waterfall with the unpronounceable name that awaited us at the finish by three car-sharing and a chartered Camioneta made an absolutely breathtaking impression.
then visited the candy production was, however, not so much her, but had a good taste and delicious coffee to come up.
After this good day, it was even half as bad that we did not find any direct bus from Zaruma back to Quito, but return to the coastal city of Machala had. Here we had also a very well-equipped bus in half for us alone and we were pretty well rested the next day on time in the home of ...

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War today at the invitation of Thomas and Wolfgang at the Allianz Arena. 1860 won 2-1 against Hansa Rostock. Just before the game I was allowed onto the field to the stadium announcer, then on the bench and into the catacombs. Since the players are grad ran out. The bus we took a look and after. After the game was Mr. Stoffer (New Managing Director of 1860) to our table. Eating and drinking in the lounge were all in vain.

Wolfgang Thomas and many thanks for the beautiful day.

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obituary

As I have recently learned that my former math and social science teacher Mr. Frontzek after a short illness and died.
I met him during my school years as very human, honest and direct teacher who has done it first, I make mathematics understandable.

with deepest regret that my visit to him at the end of my year will not be able to make true, and in sympathy with the bereaved

Kai Hasenclever

Ecuador, Tuesday, 02/10/2009

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From seminars and waterfalls

After our half-time was here passed in Ecuador and the return realized was scary, of course, also the universally highly anticipated mid-term camp.
We gathered with all the volunteers in the Christian Retreat House, not far from Lumbisi and talked for a few days away the already well-known themes from other seminars volunteering, intercultural learning and all the rest
Still managed Gina most out of these issues is still the last bit of interest, so that the time has passed quickly, as initially feared. Even some interesting
Icebreaker came before, which caused a supplement with evening "Black Stories" variety.

preconceived Following the seminar, Paul and I drive the short-term decision for "Banos de Agua Santa", one of the tourist places of pilgrimage of Ecuador, there was James, however, does not appeal after a machine misery for spending money, I went with a bunch of farm workers on the road.
Paul invited the rest of the volunteers from his farm in Tabacundo, so I enjoy the acquaintance of Shane, the mumbling Ireland and Elin, who came Standardschwedin. To this the famous Alex in tow, it was too early in the morning then later in the bus to Banos and relaxed 4 hours we arrived in "Gringobamba" at.
awaited us at the bus terminal where a bunch of Hostalschleppern their intentions to each other in low prices than offered to us then quartered in rooms with double beds. After the price for insisting on a bed per person by more than twofold increased, we were looking for on your own and were eventually good, cheap and find something with separate beds.

After a quick trip to the hot springs of El Salado ", but unfortunately were closed, we drank sugar cane juice (not as sweet as you might think) and made our view point "Mirador de la Virgen" (not as close as you might think), the farm weakened with the exception of Paul, however, and the beer in Banos preferred.
After 750 steps we climb to the top two were quite taken away, had to pitch to our notice that the transition to the Mirador itself had been demolished, could be overcome for the better but the jumping distance and enjoy the beautiful view of Banos.
evening we met a pack of British and Pete, an American who has lived for years in Ecuador and has a similar organic farm, as that up on the Paul. Without further ado, we invited Pete to help this weekend with the planting of coffee trees, which will probably also noticed.
with the British - the English accent is so delicious - then the evenings were spent celebrating in the disco, while the Saturday of the "Ruta de Cascadas dedicated. Ruta

This includes most waterfalls a short distance and out of the still located in the Sierra Banos down to Puyo, which is already in the East. We did, however, returns only one part of the route on bicycles, visited 6 different waterfalls, the last of which "Pailon del Diablo", the tourist is best prepared and was spectacular.
The "pan of the devil" was entitled to by various in those surrounding the waterfall cliff defeated visiting balconies, one of which was applied even directly behind Cascada. So even a bathroom was possible in the falling water masses, even if it was achieved only in the splash.

was Sunday morning, still visits the Basilica of Banos, which however was not particularly spectacular, aside from those issued gifts to the Virgin Mary. It was here from wedding dresses to stuffed animals, from uniforms to old gramophones just about every imaginable gifts.
Separately, we went for a cheap Ecuadorian default eating back home to Quito, where I again by screaming children, and - surprise - was welcomed rice and chicken ...

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Yesterday I finally have a match made. Gg parish churches have played and lost big. 8:1 But I have only one set won. 'm Glad I won, after no more than 1 year of training. 'll Now have to return to training.

Now I take a bath only once. I hurt all the muscles.

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Had super values: 6200 WBC, 11.9 and 208 000 Thrombos hb. The investigation has been over very quickly (did not get immune Globo Line / the'd again took forever). Only blood
remove, size, weight and blood pressure and then off to the Chinese sweet and sour duck.

Now I have about 5 weeks to study (1 year after transplantation: 03/04/2008) because again everything is investigated, kidney liver etc.. And then the distances between the study longer.

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Hi Carol,

have so far been handled by Dgf-Landau, but since my dad at the Rott-Inn now 2 Board is now of course I'll no longer Dgf-Landau special care of Rottal-Inn. If you want to know more detail, read my papa ne e-mail (link child cancer / The Association / Board).

morning I re appointment in Munich (sorry morning - can not enter the school)):):

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of yesterday are now the Rottal Inn is a child cancer. Following the example of Dingolfing-Landau. Dad is 2 Board Secretary and Mama. Main Page deliver Monday. Did the link but have a look done (see right). Hildegard (formerly Kölzer) is also in the organization leadership.

When I am still running fine. At 5.2. I have control again. I was already 5 weeks no longer in the hospital.

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Lisa dares even to the ice. Let's see if they in the summer time with me a bath.
The cold weather seems like its super.

better to me goes from day to day. In the school runs (I have figured out a bunch of the week 3. Papa and Mama ham was very happy.

My sister is now accessible during the week in Regensburg (block courses). In this way, a dear Greetings and many Bussi. 've Bought myself a Playstation game. Since Simon is determined play.

After Munich I have only about 2 weeks.

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Lone travelogue

After Paul on the evening of arrival in Guayaquil also been adopted and returned after the hostal search in the bus to Quito was, I still had a few days to get me to look at Guayaquil and Cuenca return again to the beautiful.
But already the search for a good and especially cheap hostel in Guayaquil was quite an adventure. Together we wandered for a while through the streets of Ecuador's largest city, but found throughout the tourist district just a hostal in regards to price framework that But from room to wish her a lot was left.
Perplexed, we asked finally at passers-by who could help us but not until we met Felipe. Felipe, Guayaquileno from an estimated 60 years and head of security of the town hall, invited us unceremoniously into the car and brought us into the hostel opposite his house. There I was then well under and Paul was able to safely go home.
I spent the evening with some Cervezitas to Felipe and let me advise tourists. The conversation but soon led to a political discussion, with time was again the antipathy between Guayaquil and the rest of Ecuador well. The evening was completed with the invitation, but the next come by day in the town hall, so Felipe could show me Guayaquil.

The next day I spent at the invitation despite mostly alone and marched bouncing step, the sights of Guayaquil. Personal highlight is definitely "Las Penas" and "Iguana Park". First, a bit uncertain, as but a lot of stories about the security situation of the city made the rounds, but by the many security forces all calmed down, there were many churches, the Central Cemetery, Malecón and the Arts District, Las Penas "to see, interspersed with historical monuments and the Fire Department Museum.
The "Palacio de Cristal" built by Gustave Eiffel himself, was visited, I was not too compelling.
When I finally arrived exhausted from a long day at the town hall Felipe had, but this little pity on me and sent me to escort one of his security men directly on to a museum. Once I was first introduced to the security chief and was then the personal and individual tour in English of salaried Guayaquilhistoriker. Besides the information about the Christianization of Ecuador I got here too insights into the conflict in particular between Quito and Guayaquil, which was particularly reflected by the fact that the Guayaquilenos the official Independence Day Ecuador does not want to recognize.
enthusiastic about the information that his name - William - is to two German Emperor ajar I said goodbye, finally by my friendly guide, who unconsciously me though everything had been taught about Ecuador as about history, about which I was quite happy.
In the evening we went to Felipe Eating what already followed the departure, coupled with the invitation, but soon to get back to Guayaquil, best weekend so he could show me more of his hometown.

The next day was for me even more to Cuenca, where I the weekend in the company of the "fiestas de Cuenca "spent met Ecuadorians. Aueßrdem, I followed the city tour in the cable vulnerable Touribus and visited the "mirador", that is the point of view of Cuenca. From there it was all beautiful and admired in Spain reminiscent city from above, the picture is always dominated by the giant "catedral nuevo", built by - take note - a Swabian.
addition to visiting the hot springs of Cuenca, it went to the Cascadas Bay of Pigs, but were a lot more impressive than the rather small obscurities waterfalls in Mindo.
After this weekend was well enough with the ridiculous traveling circus, and even if I did not like the trip behind me, I was glad to finally get back home, having to live in a regular routine with the good old Colegio without the bag ...

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shrimps in coconut sauce or one of the Ecuadorian coastline

long planned, it was then on the evening of Boxing Day so far: I met Paul in Quito, to take the posted bus to the beach and starting to explore the northern coastal province of Ecuador, Esmeraldas, the entire coast.
All this of course with backpackers and budget only by public transport. As far as the plan we came back the next morning even in Atacames. The first bad planning of the trip was already apparent when we were an hour from the coast: Buses to Mompiche, our first destination drive only from the capital of the province of Esmeraldas, but not Atacames ... So again drove into the bus and the hour to the planned direction of travel to the north. But then we arrived in Mompiche ...

excerpts from the diary:

"Mompiche 27/12/2008

Finally! Two weeks beach holiday with Paul and sea began. I still can not really comprehend it, that I have a few days before New Year's Eve on the beach in the sun and swim in the sea.
had To make matters worse, we here in Mompiche also really lucky because we just after the accommodation of one - received Tourivermittler - admittedly a little greasy and have now found the third floor of a thatched bamboo house five feet above the waves, not 50 yards away, a home along with the obligatory hammock.
on a game night, swimming after the beach, play beach volleyball, enjoy seafood and a visit to a desert island are behind us - not to mention the whipping and drink up its own coconut kiss - we sit with the selbstgmixten Cola beer on the terrace while among us beach party takes its course.
echoes from the adjacent cocktail lounge dance salsa over, while some people close to the sea to the freshly lit fire ...
Incredibly, a great day! "

Esmeraldas (Emeralds): The northernmost coastal province of Ecuador, while the home of the highest population of blacks from all over Ecuador. When the first slave sailors from the Ecuadorian coast and crossed one of them suffered shipwreck, were able to save only some of the black slaves to the bank. The name comes
Esmeraldas way only from the beautiful green color of the sea, precious stones were still not found.


"Chamanga - Pedernales - 28/12/2008 Cojimies

again sat on the bus without end, but then much less experienced than in Mompiche. With the bus out of Mompiche it was only on the main road to Wait one hour, then on to Chamanga. The Ecuadorian public transport system had us again ...
Why Chamanga is nothing in our guide, was clear when we got there: A small, ugly and village, whose beach we got to face, as we immediately put on the bus to Pedernales.
But there was to be found even after an extensive tour of the city in search of food, not respectable, so that we, after a short stop in for our budget to expensive cabanas "Coco Solo" made after further Cojimies.
found After looking at this not at all touristy village we finally a cheap and clean hostel situated on the beach.
The beach here is very lonely, covered with shells and a little full of trash. Since
had the beach to offer tourists anything, limited Paul and I are swimming in the sea, and talk with a local.
a spectacular sunset, countless mosquito bites and a few laps later Offiziersskat, it is now probably the same night without a spectacle to bed ... "

connection between Pedernales and Cojimies: Is there now in the form of a gravel road. Is driving these small Busetas that start when they are full, or about every half hour. Where is heat resistance, Restriction on minimum space and confidence in the roof rack of seemingly well-functioning Busetas without shock absorbers.
Cost: $ 2.


"Jama 12/29/2008

Here we are in the Wild West town in Ecuador. As our guide was not so wrong is with his description, because the heat-breeding little nest in the Ecuadorian nowhere definitely something about the idea of the European, an American gold-mining town in the 18th Century. Wooden balustrade and dusty streets set the scene, missing only the really vorbeipreschenden Cowboys. Arrived around noon, we were quite fast find a place to stay. In "hostal azul" not far from the central village square, we took the Mamita after initial skepticism and Abschreckangebot of $ 20/night at. Now we pay but only 10
The belongings were safe in the hostel is housed in the Moto Taxi to me personally, reminiscent of the Brittany beach, which sparkled with good waves and churning water. In remote, especially in completely un-touristy areas, there is always favorable, there was - the sake of variety - again with the obligatory seafood Cerveza as a tonic, after we had helped the local fishermen to pull their boats ashore. A few laps later
Offiziersskat and to the knowledge-rich, destroy the party to travel goes, it probably straight to bed - mosquito bites bring happiness "


" Canoa 30/12/2008

cough and sore throat in the budding surfer's paradise of Ecuador!. I'm sick so dramatic but then, but I hope I enjoy it but Sylvester can lie flat and not tomorrow.
The surfers are still missing, but not fit for the surf waves. Otherwise, the most touristy place Canoa so far, but is not quite atmospheric approach to Mompiche. There is here perhaps a little too touristy and not authentic enough. Moreover, neither beach nor water too great and Our hostel is better not to lose many words ... "

Canoa: This small town near the Bay of Caraquez, is reputed to be a few years the new Montanita Ecuador. Translated takes tourism, particularly the Alternative and Surfertourimus strong there, what is the one built in the hostal and the other is reflected in the prices.


"San Vicente - Bahia - Porto Viejo - Manta - Puerto Lopez 02:01:08

Review:
from the absence of time and my motivation is not necessarily increasing, worsening cough did not come to write, so quick review the past Days:

31.12. Bahía de Caraquez
As my cough continued to worsen and 31 had clearly appropriate for the doctor seemed as if the scheduled for the onward journey 01 we set out to find the hospital in the not too distant Bahía. While we should Hostalbesitzen in Canoa said to be also a doctor, but was nowhere to be found and also little to inspire confidence.
Arrived in Bahia, there was the treatment group of 10 unemployed emergency doctors, after a long discussion, but only landed back at the antibiotic. Otherwise
turned out in the tour office, that at 01 make tourism in Bahia is nothing, so were the "Isla Corazón" and possible shallow snorkeling too.
The New Year's Eve back in Canoa was clearly much to be desired. Some people on the street, fire on the beach, but little party. So we drank a few cocktails with us the whole thing went well and on time shortly before twelve also release the Böllerei which anos viejos were burned and jumped over it "

Ano viejo. Both the name of Sylvester, and for the dolls from papier mache , which are crafted for the new year. This custom originated in the Sierra, but is now practiced on the coast. So live large paper dolls and clothes to be built, equipped with head and get Finally vice hung a plaque on which are some quotes from that contact.
meaning of this custom is in fact to represent a person who was on last year's particularly annoyed a lot. At 12, the doll is then burned symbolic, to the same in the new year does not happen again.

"01.01. day of travel to Puerto Lopez is

little since it reported, except that at 01 little buses. So it was disgusting then salted Panes de Yuca in the first bus to a costly $ 40 taxi ride from Manta to Puerto Lopez. To compensate, we had after all the good company of two Swiss women, now here in fantastic hostal "Itapoa" quartered next door are. Apart
like yesterday we made a little to come out to eat and what to look us in Puerto Lopez. . First price estimate for the "Isla de la Plata" was $ 40 + National Park fee, according to Julie that we met on the beach, the price is, however, probably at $ 35 + fee "

Censo and fees: As a volunteer with a stay of a whole year, we have the good fortune to have us issue a Censo, which is nothing more than a euadorianischer ID card for foreigners. This document attesting to a residence in Ecuador and the owner must be treated as a resident. This suggests down especially on entry fees. Thus paid Paul and I as a National Park entrance for both the "Isla de la Plata" and the rest of the park on the mainland, $ 5, while the Swiss pay only for the continental Admission $ 12 each had.


Puerto Lopez - Isla de la Plata 2:01:09

"It has come to Julie, then implemented it went today for $ 35 with the boat over to Isla de la Plata", the "Galapagos for the poor". After the one hour ride in the boat together with 15 other tourists, the island had to offer himself at first little, even the friendly, hook-nosed scoutmaster could because little break from stories. We admired
with decreasing enthusiasm along with dozens of blue-footed boobies and the children which are now unfortunately out of the mating season frigate birds.
The red-footed boobies were not looking, as was the question of albatrosses abgeschmettert been equal at the beginning, because this is again only from April to settle on the island. The lone common seal of the island was probably looking for food and wanted to absolutely do not be photographed, so we rather quickly on the boat returned.
But here we had the opportunity to feed the first large water turtle, and then to snorkel with them. I was incredibly close to the great amphibian swam along the way and got to see more clown fish and many other colorful fish species. Also, a big fish ball could be looking, so I was fully compensated for the rather dreary island.
The second snorkel spot, however, had less to offer, besides the already have been seen only small populations of coral admire. In addition, I made my cough, which I shared generously now with Paul, set up in the cold water in addition. "


Montanita 04:01:09

" Before we went to Montanita we had only one more day in Puerto Lopez, we do used, with the Swiss "Playa de los Frailes" to visit. The "monk beach" is, according to a tour guide, referring to National Geographic the 10 most beautiful beaches in the world. Whether that's true so precise times is an open question, but it is definitely the most beautiful beach in Ecuador so far.
was after visiting the beach, it is initially poor and little in the restaurant, but then much to eat of the delicious and fruit market.
After we said goodbye to the issue in Switzerland bus to Montanita.
The bus tour was great!
A constant up-and-downs of the South American bus that hinaufschnaufte half falling apart the mountains, then to the breakneck speed the tip along to race, out of you almost got to see only rain forest. On the tropical trees and the dense green again flashed across the sunset is reflecting the last rays over the sea.
accompanied by the sun in the east, we soon came to in Montanita, that was almost overrun with tourists. That was also the reason why Paul and I had to sleep in the most expensive "habitación" of the whole trip together in a marriage bed.
Even the evening itself was not a great success because Montanita more to wander through-the-streets-suited seemed to enjoy the great atmosphere, and less to make party. However, the atmosphere is really great! The
up to 5-story bamboo houses on both sides, in a stream of alternative vorbeizutreiben surfers and vacationers from the Guayaquil characterized by rhythmic drumming street music, was a great experience. In addition there was still a "club" - and I mean from the large bottle. The evening ended still relatively early and after a few hours sleep, it went bad after extensive breakfast on the beach.
There were, however, except the part really good surfers to admire little, even the beach itself was for "Los Frailes" rather bad. So we climbed
still a point of land, let us shower from the surf and will get right on the way to the alleged "concrete beach" make of Salinas. "


Salinas 4:01:09

" Looking back, a great day, because of the European beach promenade also excellent beach volleyball games and a favorable "habitación" were added.
But from the beginning: Arrived in Salinas after heat embossed Busgurkerei the alleged "concrete hole" of the coast, we initially sought a decent accommodation. The inviting-looking, however, were too expensive and well-known post that before we finally an old, low building, reminiscent of the double-grating to garden and door to prison more than hostal.
But inside, lured home country flair and cheaper price, that we put up abruptly with the friendly owner. This was especially thrilled that their hostel is actually in the "Feser" is entered and told us some stories abruptly from the just ended season.
After a beach exploration, the military has been limited, we came to an excellent, albeit low beach volleyball court, was to gain the full training available against the Ecuadorians, however little. But the people were
all cool and it went into the best and most delicious restaurant in the whole journey. Bella Italia in Salinas with the - so far - best pizza Ecuador


Playas 05:01:09

"Arrived in Playas, we found after a surprisingly short search at first glance appears as a perfect place to stay, with the cheapest of the whole trip, and spent much of the day with entertainment on the beach. With the long beach walk final, which brought us to one of the most beautiful built some of Ecuador's coast, we enjoyed the last sunset of our trip. Below beautiful mansions with manicured gardens and palm trees behind the house are the mile long beach led to a deserted spit of land, of course, climbed the cliff was still to hold the last Sonnenuntergangsfotoshootin.
Tomorrow we will probably have to last time at sea for the last time at the beach of Playas unspectacular, then to the internet and finally on to Guayaquil.
Then I still get the photos of Paul, even if the hundreds of blue-footed boobies determined includes, as I have used my own camera at all hardly. In Guayaquil I meet again hopefully together with Switzerland, or do I have the days until the next trip to Cuenca alone kill ... "

Facts and Figures

travel days _______________________________ 11
Distance covered (about 800 km
)______________ 33 used vehicles ______________________ ___________________
total transport costs $ 60.15
transport costs on average $ 5.46 ______________
total accommodation costs $ 83.50 _________________
accommodation costs on average $ 7.60 ____________ ________________
total cost food costs food
$ 88.90 on average $ 8.08 ___________

total cost holiday _____________________ $ 308.80
total holiday cost on average $ 28.07 __________

total cost vacation in € ________________ € 220.00
total cost vacation in € _____ € 20.00 on average

What Is The Accepted Value Of Copper?

Christmas in Ecuador

Now that all the fuss is over, do I sometimes cover a round about Christmas in Ecuador.
As often said, and repeatedly emphasized and verified in the experience of other volunteers, you can find in Ecuador absolutely no Christmas spirit. It starts with the Christmas tree that is full hung so incredibly kitsch that it almost running away is going to continue with decorated with lights networks palms that beep loudly English Christmas songs and hear yourself on at this very Christmas songs that sound not at all a safe Christmas . Listen only time the "Belen" an ...
The whole thing could perhaps be overlooked with a little self-deception, if the weather would at least play along. But in bright sunshine, in a T-shirt the sweat on the forehead - I'm sorry, that's all but not Christmas.

opposed to the stand but the many traditions that are celebrated here. Overall, Christmas is much more chaotic but more planned than in Germany. What sounds like a contradiction, create the Ecuadorians as follows:
Everyone knows what needs to be done and everyone knows when to be where, with whom true, but with the incredible scheduled nature, which places here as well as anyone the day is out this knowledge is not planned or prepared, but everything turns out as it all depends.
Two minutes before the show starts in 10 minutes from the church, is pushed at once a terrible stress, even take a shower and started to move, which is mostly everything implemented only half is to take more then just the Lord's Supper in the Church and to go back home. Also in
colegio. The
each course is a Novena, a live nativity scene must therefore show, is actually the whole year known. However, the preparations begin for the well-organized teachers a week in advance, Diego on the other side wanted to rehearse with a price and our help, a song and came up with the idea of exactly one day before the show.

The Christmas in the family was against it, apart from the true and correct the "hora Ecuatoriana", literally planned and prepared. As the women for food were divided, the men drove the mandatory Cerveza now and preparing the premises, and - you can hardly believe it - in the end we had a ADAPTED space, enough to eat and drink and were able to celebrate Christmas without further ado. This, however, was quite different from when at home, namely in the afternoon. Also the whole family was gathered in just one day new to me - even my uncle had come from Peru - then there was the obligatory speeches, which are extended on Christmas but on the entire adult family, in which God was praised and then mainly are the children had to earn their Weihnachtssüßsigkeiten still performed songs. The call to sing a Christmas song in German, but unfortunately I had to refuse.
was then eaten till you drop, and finally by Blanca, good Christmas Fairy, distributed the gifts. Here, the limited gifts for the adults, however, on greeting cards, possibly with some money, but on the other hand, the children were showered with toys.

After the mess the time with dancing, drinking, dancing competitions and games for children was beaten to death - where the children could not play. Such was the attraction of the day the "musical chairs", but these were played entirely without rules, and I suspect that I lost because I simply do not apply after the game ends again at was mixed. was
Completed and finished the Christmas party Lucanos, the father's family, then a football game, in which the destroying tio Pedro the meniscus and that we went over to volleyball.

After the whole family was gone, we headed to another part of the family, the parents of Mary. Here we expected only the two grandparents, but after the selbstgepanschte of Abuelito Paco mead had appeared on the table, was this round more fun and longer, which I should make it difficult to wake up, I am on the next day with my cousins visit "Casa del Terror" had arranged ...