“Back2school”
March 25, 2008
How annoying. After a full week (and add a few days) of just going around everywhere with Ji (she was here for spring break) and Jurgen and Laura among others, I really don’t want to go back to school tomorrow. All other schools resumed today; ours resume tomorrow. yay!
They say that they’re getting rid of two half days to make up for it, but it’s all in may, when we, seniors, are out of school busy doing SIS, so I guess it really doesn’t matter. This week has been a very unique one. To tell the sincere truth, it was either Ozzy or BBC every single day including one night out to Andres where we ate fantastic meat and arepa de choclo among others. I have to admit: Bogota was looking very empty and dead and ghost-town-like, but it has been the best time to drive around the city. With no cars to block your way, it was the best.
Oh yeah… we actually went somewhere… for the day… We went to Villa de Leyva, in which case the “we” refers to my family and Ji and some other new family in Hyundai and a family of my brother’s arguable best friend. We had interesting looking German food there (yes, German… yes, random…) and roamed around the place (shopping) while the little kids were taken off by my dad to some monastery made of fossils. That was an interesting day…
*sigh*… you know… lately there are so many times where you simply let out a sigh…
I gotta admit that senioritis is slowly hitting me and knowing March 31 to be all the Ivy’s deadline isn’t helping much either.
*sigh*
Calafate
February 19, 2008
A combination of two pictures made the above vertical panorama. A little picture to feast your eyes upon before I talk more about my Patagonia experience. The “road” you see above was once the runway of the old Calafate airport. The new one is built with modern looks and has a capacity of holding two medium sized planes (from what I see), about 30 minute bus ride away from Calafate downtown. This runway in the picture, however, is overlooking the downtown Calafate; also a car road now, which was located in front of our hotel. The average velocity in which the cars traveled in this long desolate path was told to be 100 mph / 160 km/h … Get hit by a car there and die immediately…
2007
December 30, 2007
Kind of looking back to the year 2007… One thing that I remembered (probably due to seeing it in my photos folder all the time) is our Guajira trip for March. Technically “last year” in school terms, the trip was a blast!
Here are some of the pictures (shame that I didn’t retouch any of the photos… Coming from a normal digital camera, Nikon Coolpix, some colors may not be shown fully…):
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Yeah, that’s Bruce up there. The blue one on the right being Changwon and the two other people walking behind is JiYang and JunHyung.
Oh yes, did I mention the two pigs there eating seaweed? Weird…
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I love this picture because I can see the desert arid land to the right and the water to the left. Alright… you really can’t see the desert well but whatever.
The best part is that you can actually see that the earth is round… the ocean is round, isn’t it? Or are my eyes screwed up?
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I think this was a place called playa de los camarones or something of that sort. Lots of shrimp fishing in this area. (or do you say netting…?)
Don’t you love how the sky is so clear and of one deep blue color?
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The bridge which we passed through (it smelled like crap because of the drying sea water below) to get to the sea turtles…
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It was the first morning after our arrival to Riohacha in the Guajira region.
They made us walk. Yes, I was pissed. But the view was nice ^^.
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This picture was taken while we stopped for a while on the way to “Cabo de la Vela,” almost the northern most tip you can get to from mainland Colombia (considering territory, you can go to San Andres island which is next to Nicaragua, but Colombian property).
We’ve been in those cars for hours and when we stopped (I was sleeping until then, so I don’t know how the scenery changed…) there was a desert open in front of us. Kind of freaky if you ask me.
