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next Friday, July 4, the sound of "Moby Dick's Pub, on State Road Mondovi, Cuneo, in the locality Pogliola (going from Mondovi in \u200b\u200bCuneo is on the left ... you can not go wrong, there is a better teaches ...)

Grilled Beer Festival ... ... Music at will ... what more could you want ?!?!?!

After one year the group miuo comeback ... YOU CAN NOT MISS IT !!!!!!! SARA 'A REAL SHOW !!!!!
.... sigh ... at least come out of pity and compassion !!!^_^


Slan!

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We are here ...

... sometimes we fight, sometimes we "slam" to make our way in life ...
... more other times we let ourselves be carried away by the current ...
the important thing is that we always, willy-nilly find ourselves at the end of each day,
all here, in what is our safe place ... no matter where he is, if in our corner of the world, if in our blog, where we can really be ourselves without fear ...

The important thing is to find the way ... no, not the meaning of life ... for what we want enlightenment, do not aspire to much ... the way we need is rather to continue the walk, always forward, sometimes backward, sometimes upside down, but walking ...

Someone stops, because it thinks it has found that sense .... who gets married, who puts on the family, who begins to have a career ... just someone stops forever, alas ... others back on track, it starts with us ... ... and the cycle of life, walking, ... already resumed undaunted, curious, just like those streams of water that I mentioned a few days ago that the limestone dig, dig, dig, then stagnated for a while ', you enriched with salts (as we soaked in experiences ...) and then leave, go, go, slow down, rush ... to find their sea ... and we too ...

Slan!

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GROTTARI or POTHOLING?!

Last Friday, during the lecture to the CAI, Fricu us entertained for two hours explaining interesting numerous research activities are carried out to the cave of Rio Martino, in that of Crissolo. During class, I was struck by his phrase "the difference between going in caves and caving to make is that the caving in addition to the pure physical activity, sport, use the brain ..."
That simple phrase, in one like me who has done his studies of science in the last 15 years could not do anything but turn on a light bulb, find out how the activities can be carried out, and do not expect someone else who is willing and time for them was a revelation: hydrology, fluid dynamics, microclimatologia, bio-caving, geo-chemical dating, there is plenty ... of choice, and opportunities for physicists, chemists, geologists, biologists, DEPARTMENT or enthusiast are endless.
Then another discovery: that Giovanni Badino that appears in most of the stories and adventures of the cave that is just take care that, during the course of Physics back in 1998, to explain the angular momentum, spin was pulling our university books in the middle of the classroom ... of course if they are not crazy caving groups do not take them, eh? (Or will it be a result of long hours in the dark? ^ _ ^)

The fact remains that at last, between Friday and Sunday, I really understood why I chose this course: why are so many, and I'd know, among cavers who read this blog, what was the impetus for each of you, the spring that makes you calarvi the depths of the mountains, cold and soaked in water and mud for a good number of hours? First

aspects are more immediate physical activity in a healthy, healthy sport aerobics, good for improving strength and elasticity of a physicist too used to press the buttons on a PC, and the possibility of get through this activity, places to see, incredible structures and buildings, discovering how the incessant activity of water can lead, depending on its conditions of full or dripping, the creation of vast halls or the birth of real stone carvings, the hair of an angel, as stalagmites and stalactites, the eccentric that we all have learned to recognize and appreciate ...
And here come into play other aspects that I believe can lead a person to undertake this activity (or at least those that apply to me).
I think that caving can become the perfect paradigm of soul-searching: the desire to dig deeper, to want to get down to the depths, to test their physical skills but also their nerves, their ability to maintain the blood cool and calm even in situations potentially "scary", they represent in a sense to want to talk out their fears, to expose and learn to live with them. This is fantastic, and I saw it good or bad to all of us who had faced the fear of emptiness, we jumped at the foot of and was able to overcome any ... well, who was uncomfortable in the bottleneck is managed to get out better or worse, ask your nerves (I noticed at my expense, the only time I created a bottleneck problems, to Benes, was probably because the fatigue and hurry me want to quit "messed up" the nerves, and only when, thanks to Armando, I managed to find the quiet, I could share) ...
I believe that each of us can learn important lessons down there: do you realize how important it is to be truly "present" to every situation, be able to stop, slow down their pace, leaving a bit 'from the frenzied race to which we are now used in everyday life. When you enter the cave, leave it all out, just you, the rope, tools, and the cave ... total trust in you, but especially in equipment, and the cave itself: you know you can do very little in front of ' grandeur of the creations of a miserable drop of water, you see what I was able to take over hundreds of thousands of years ... and you stop, estereffatto and fascinated, but also aware that very little, compared to power ... and then started again, with another point of view on the world ...
course, it is said that all share in what I wrote: For many, the cave is a way to test themselves physically, without thinking about anything else ... I'm just wondering, when you happen to be there, to make a little experiment, which yesterday opened my eyes ...
When you are alone, perhaps in the midst of a well, when in front of you will be far behind and there is still no one in sight, try allong or block with a key along the wall, turn off the LEDs and the acetylene and listen: Take 5 minutes (not much, trust me) for asoltare and to "see" ... Then she told me (do, really). It 's a very new feeling, very different from turning off the light in your room: you realize you really be yourself, no matter how much you are away from the group, you are to deal only with itself, with the sound of silence (I assure you that it can be stronger than a brass band) and with the light of the dark (keep your eyes open, I would recommend for me ...)... it was wonderful, although I admit that turn the light was initially a relief, but I think this I'll just make as soon as possible ...

Now stop or I take a fool ... I look forward to your comments ... see you soon, then maybe in a cave!
Slan!

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May 11, 2008 ... the course will end with the BENES '...

The course ended with that, in my humble opinion, and that of several other students, was the most beautiful cave (for me count the first one with the sandstones, because of the narrow cave ... but the other remains at the top .. .)
First strand strong performances from this cave ... let the machines in that of St. Anne of Bernezzo, 3 - 4 km after Bernezzo (^_^),-city after a walk to the entrance of 5 MINUTES !!!!! We could not believe it, it seemed a joke ... no toil an hour with bags on their shoulders?! Nothing to cling to steel string?! Nothing pallosissimi talkers to join us? Wow ..... already promises to be an excellent visit ...^_^

A short speech deserves the history of this cave, and a hat should be done to brave cavers Pinerolo for their work: thanks to the work by bookworm Fricu good it turned out that back in the '50s divining an abbot at the request of the thirsty inhabitants of the village of S. Anna, had identified the presence of water near a small valley just above the village ... FANTASTIC, mo 'if' bbeve!! Too bad that the excavations, after the removal of 9 meters Paute of clay, they did understand how the water was so present, but very much below the surface, and under a thick layer of rock ... oh well, let miss it ....
After several years, thanks to his discovery of Fricu (But you read the Gazzetta dello Sport, never, eh? ^ _ ^) A group of fearless engages in the hole again ... if there is water, there is not want it dug some nice cunicoletto ? And indeed it is a pity that 9 meters of mud are not as practical as nice adventure approach where the talent ... and Pinerolo is king: after several attempts with wooden racks were fitted with tubes concrete (do you remember the tubio sewers, no?) that "walled" into the well and closed with a beautiful manhole, allowing the creation of an entrance truly worthy of the name, and to make matters worse, contribute to dry much of quell'acquitrino muddy, facilitating the advance of us poor students ...

After this brief digression back to us: entry already excites us, and we throw ourselves headlong into the well (we hope no one close, and throw away the key !!!!), between gay groups of locusts and nice family of spiders and millipedes (... brrr, I shudder ....^_^). At the end of the well, unfortunately, run out of convenience: the ladder rungs gave way to a strettoietta (down 'na shit ... to return ... I will suffer not just figure that you !!!!!) then sinks to the first well ... seee a no brainer ... At the bottom after three or four changes, says Seraphic Sciupy < 40 meters !>>... slut filthy, there life go by thinking ahead to the next lift ... we still have some hope ... a helicopter?! A pulley?!

No way, you will return back on the same side ... but at least we can take heart with a pretty good vision, a wonderful cast carbonate on the wall in front of us (do not ask the height because I still have a little 'problems to orient in the cave, but it's really impressive), with concretions that you spread up the gravel on the ground, stalactites and stalagmites that climb up the imposing challenge to the incessant drip of calcareous water when it rains there ... it seems that "pools "Not bad, in fact in many areas we see the impetus of the water signs (A beautiful area with very smooth and curved forked concretions, which in case of rain create a nuisance for the poor caver jet involved in discea or slope ...).
Instead of taking the descending branch (probably flooded) we engage with the ascent of this beautiful wall concreted, touching with as much respect as those of the ancient signs of erosion and deposit of our now loyal friend, the water (and its cousin the limestone, of course ...^_^).
At the end of this short piece in a narrow slope in clay powder (such as Armando would point out ... NOW ... is dust a few years ago it was a dirty heap of mud that clung to you that even the panties ... nostalgia, eh?) separates us from a new outlet, this time not in a vacuum, but more wedged into the rock ... all the strings are very well armed, and then the changes are quite easy, but it's very nice, especially since the opening downhill at every bend, every ledge, an amazing view, where a multicolored plates embedded in the rock concretions and yellowed from the deposits of iron in the water washed away the clay and alternate strips of angel hair and a so intense and bright white color to make you risk losing hand several times to the descender, such is the wonder ... yes, okay, maybe I exaggerated a little bit ... ^ _ ^

However, it is truly a magnificent setting, and at one point we pass to a slot that seems to call me ... definitely has a narrow (25cm!!) ... Sooner or later will pass from there ... and that means that the cave will make perfect! ! We will see, the time will come ...

After the descent we find ourselves in a walkway littered with trays full of water, which leads to a new well ... you can not continue because it is flooded, but the vision of this environment is more than enough : such a wealth of facilities and limestone caves that serve as niches for sculptures truly majestic, white, yellow, pink, reddish, bright, opaque ...

But no more talk, it's time to go: the slope, as expected, more challenging ... but little by little we go, first set of changes in slope against the wall (and groped at the beginning of the cylinder poor Tatino ... damn canteen the cap does not ... sorry!), a pair of saints brought down in words because my musette Erik has seen fit to take away the rope after I moved (... SORRY!), again the short narrow passage, the ... and down along the concretion WELL !!!!!!! After the first exchange, rather short, I try to pull the rope in the collapse ... poker, thank goodness ... that is static because of the length rope has a certain elastic component, and the slope you see me struggling with a human yo-yo probably hilarious to see ... but a lot less to do, alas! The climb is really tough, but somehow you manage to get to the last change ... WOW, it's over!! But no ... even if the very simple narrow-leg was a no brainer, I decided to complete the course in style with a fool indeed to film ... I could earn my third field name (as well as Manu and Coso) ... ARTERIES! !
isso me to the change "smoothly" in the hole, I turn around easily and ... oops ... fuck ... shit ... they are stuck ... I try desperately to put out a shoulder and amputate a couple of ribs to draw me out of trouble ... "You want me to come down?" - Armando sfotte from above .... "Nope, I figured, I put the musette, I turn and arrive in a blink 'eye - I say confident - that's ... um .... that is, well .... maaaaa feel, is that you can not come down ... ?!"^_^ the scene must have been a pitiful little man ... of one meter and eighty hoisted half in a hole from which claims could not go outside ... "He pulls out his arm!" ... "I can not !!!!" ... and the arm comes off ..." Turn around the other "...." I can not! "... and I'm shot ..." Now !"..." salts can not be done !!!!!" ... and I'm hoisted up and out of narrow ... my mom, boys, will be the fatigue, is the psyche, that will be laughed at and despised by the family of spiders that I observed with astonishment (bat, if you're big !!!!) ... but I really did un'emerita "figur'emmerd" ... as they say in jargon caving ...

However, expect the arrival of all those leaving between ... crap shoot with Cuneo Ico Patel and he showers of rain come the 20 and look like chicks ... go numb, you go home ... and the course is over .... sigh sigh ... Or rather, the course ends and begins divertimen: if the poor instructor will not be afraid of us (after the description of my performance might not will live anytime soon, at least with me ... sigh ...) you will hear soon about the exploits of the brave Nancy, Silvia, Vibro, Rosy, Fashion, Andrea, the Brothers "F", Tatino, Tarzan and Manu /

Another Thing ... thanks to those who brought us safely along this adventure ... if you are able to teach us can go anywhere ... CONGRATULATIONS!! In order strictly and scattered ... Husky Sciupet-ta (the mighty instructors), Maurilio grandfather, Peio, Laura (it's useless ... if you're not here I go near ... what can I do better ?!?!^_^), Marco, Norma, Bubu (er president!), Birch ('o shit! ^ _ ^), Acea and external Hector, Rube, Manu (the real one!), Ico, Patel and Vera ...

soon (spero. ..) for new, exciting adventures!

Slan!

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Annozero - May 8 - The Worst Youth ...

Far be it from me to want to make false moralizing disquisitions or bigoted or evil-communist ... I look good ...
I do not know which of you last night, it looked AnnoZero: personally, when you zap, within the ever-beautiful and intelligent proposals night tv (?) I stumbled upon an article on bullying youth squads on violent and drug ...

I state that I am not one of those who say <> - indeed - I just stopped a moment to reflect, take stock of what I have heard ... let's say first is always difficult in these cases do when the tare feel some interviews with children visibly mentally unstable, or "unstable" ... everything they say is true, or will be packed with mythomania, self-exaltation, thirst for emancipation from the "rules of society "...? However, after all, anything goes, however, depicts a situation ...

Basically I have heard of kids who start smoking at 9 years, you make 10 barrels a day, and talk of "acid" as I could talk about Leo ... tablets of adults who profess to say that fascists and Mussolini and Hitler were of great statesmen (of course, says Benigni, while an old woman will aiutatao - Arian, of course ... - to cross the street ...), but people who say "fight" the beating death of a boy by four poor fools (I do not know how to define, let them the benefit of mental illness).

Now, far be it from me take stock of the current situation, where it is going to ask our society (I guess too much of Puritanism, the habit of looking at problems from above, as if they were outside of us .. .) I just want to understand, with the help of your comments, if people around us is really that ... I think that these extremes are much television, the "scoop" that are coveted by many journalists to "battle", but I fear even more cases of potential violence, xenophobia masquerading as fear for the safety of their loved ones ... all hate and oppose a "fascist thug", but it is also easy to object to those who keep their fear and hatred in check , throws them out a little at a time?

Slan!

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April 27 ... the three days coming to an end ...

... here we are, ready to the last effort of this beautiful three-day cave ".... the alarm at 7.30, while being a pretty good early rising, having the time at which we crouched, there is lovely fresh and rested: that the snoring will not have "hit", will be that fatigue has accumulated a firm connection and drugged, but we all slept so Goduria and satisfaction ... CHEERS!! ^ _ ^ Unfortunately
4 warriors must leave the group: Silvia, Elisa, Andrea Fashion and greet us and come back in Pinerolo ... that the group has almost halved ... sigh ... we have missed you guys ... BUT REALLY !!!!! The
must see the now legendary bar (where it joins us in the varallino Paul) leaves us a little stunned ... the lady who took over as dell'avvenente "intimidated" (so to speak ...) girl is really a Handyman ... sandwiches, toast, croissants, so on and so forth ... we can not believe, but we can tuck in as if nothing had happened ... the great!
We leave: leave the car in a small village where, alas, one fateful encounter that, accompanying us, we will regret we are already doing more than the absence of our Radiolina Silvia ... the nice ladies, president of a phantom company Biella archaeological and cave explorer and mountain climber standing, turns out to be a lethal cocktail of strong legs and big mouth ... and for most of the trip, including steep slopes and stone stairs, take the poor F Brothers (now risen to role of confessors, kind and compassionate, for the whole group) and the rest of the team to a state of depression about to result in violent revolt ... Fortunately, after the "friendly" comment Maurilio, when some of us are about to give birth to a tragedy, the good shepherd abandon us, headed to a nearby shelter (...." come visit us after ...".... seee, 'I'm cabbage .....!!!^_^). A few more little effort and arrivimo the mouth of the hole Bondaccia, which for the first time with a locked gate welcomes us .. we place inside the backpacks and go!!
This hole is significantly more vertical in the other ... no bottleneck, only so many wells (or return in slope, become many many many many many many many many many ....^_^), lot of fun, at least down (most of the runs, after a bad start hanging a steel tube planted in the rock, has relatively narrow descents wedged in challenging ... at least for me ...) Between
steps into the void and come down along the wall at the lowest point of Bondaccia, where we gather in expectation of the descent of them all ... no, that's not really the end: some of us , in the meantime, have the pleasure to walk along a path (?!... exciting and adventurous, but what are you up to the point of'?!...^_^) end of the cave, where the group of caving Biella, with great self-denial and sacrifice, he dug a burrow into the mud, in fact, in the "Paute" more clinging and slippery ... too bad, because each wave brings the water tunnel to its original condition ... so all in all, the ride ends here, and going back. .. because at least the undersigned is quite close to the transmutation in cod, with fine stalactites of ice adhering to his visibly corpicciolo ...
not worry because the slope in the cold ... forget all about a hundred yards hung, with the last remnants of the last will and appearances of residual muscle forces represent a significant challenge ... of course, easier said, "does not pull up with your arms, go easy on the legs ..."... easy for those who can do it!! Arriving at the top by following the vision of a professional masseuse who looks with lust in my arms ... azz, my vision is really good ... damn Hector! ^ _ ^
The only positive aspect of not being together with our four partners (we have a lot of thought, really ... sometimes with a hint of envy, especially in those dramatic changes under cold urinals, chosen very carefully, I think! ^ _ ^) is that with half the group also reduce travel time and waiting to 17.30 ... we're out ... 'na beautiful feast of bread, salami and Ringo, and return to the machine where, after careful scarburata, we salute you and we head back to the time of Pinerolo ... exhausted but really happy for these three days of hard work, very interesting and exciting experience, and so much fun together ...
remains one stage before finishing the course, then, at least for me, a break (a couple of weddings in May ... and then the poor Eli begins to reclaim my presence ... orders. ..!!!^_^), and then I can not wait to get back in the cave ... the fun starts now !!!!!
For the moment I begin to thank everyone, instructors, assistant instructors (very precious and very patient ... !!!!) and fellow adventurers, for this opportunity ... we all started, I think, a bit 'confused, almost sight unseen ... and now we're all still here ... who has overcome its fears, who has not done everything but has shown a great deal of "balls" (oops. ..) and this has always been there anyway ... I think each of us can be satisfied and proud self ... but for this I'd like to read the comments on the blog ... votre courage, do not be shy!!
you soon ....
Slan!

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Ah, a quick self-celebratory episode ... ... I do not want to carry a review of the recent demo of my band, the Atreides ... always love ... please, visit Our site ... and if you are concert promoters, and if you are looking for a group with "Las Pelotas" ... drop me!
Slan!

"is the name of the Atreides dynasty which, in the fantasy world of Dune created almost half a century ago by the genius of Frank Herbert, Caladan dominates the planet. It is not difficult then to imagine that the band, choosing for themselves this moniker , lay at the heart of their texts and their atmospheres and fighting the epic themes that distinguish one fantastic saga. Dando then look at the titles of three songs in "Vendetta", the second demo made by the five, intuition can not be confirmed. "Dune" opens up the ball with a heavy-metal direct and decidedly eighties, made insightful riffs, pounding drums and a low wild here and there that gives some valuable can to give more color to the rhythm. Registration is also very rough and old-style, in my opinion some parts are a bit 'little confusing, but overall the sound is in line with a proposal that we can frame as a sort of cross between the epic de Manilla Road, Manowar Warlord and early style and dynamism of some U.S. carried out by bands like Savatage (always the first way) and Armored Saint. The four instrumentalists, they perform well and a note of credit goes to the previously mentioned color work freely to the bottom.
"Confessor Soul" remains at average speeds and tones epicheggianti always with an odd italic insert language in the chorus that makes explicit reference to another classic literature of the twentieth century, that "V for Vendetta by Alan Moore, who has also given rise to a film version, actually cleaned up the original message of the anarchic comic, and whose appeal is evident in the good artwork, as well as in the title the demo.
"Atreides" in the universe that brings us finally fight for the possession of "spice" is a sort of suite of more than eight minutes, which opens with an arpeggio down and develops into a metal ride, maybe a little 'expanded too, where the epic is once again the host.
"Vendetta" is a work dedicated to fans of the sound of the eighties, when the epic was being built throughout with bass, guitar and drums, which presents a band with good skills but must pay greater attention to detail, especially the vocals, to carve out a space in a genre where the word "originality" does not make much sense, and where attention to detail, and the chorus epic swells the chest can still be winning weapons to pierce the hearts of the purest pugnacious defenders. "

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Sunday, May 4 ... the intelligent idiot ... starting 15 hours for the stretch drive Barry-Barge that only four days earlier had required eight hours of Viggo ...

Along the way, when the shift lever for at least 5 hours has never had the pleasure of moving from the first two positions, I have observed the behavior of many people ... fantastic!!

We are the sons of the carburetor, who at the first sign of loose tail, as a rush of warmth towards cheetahs on the horizon .... Brrooom, 150 per hour ... for some 150 meters to new block ... very smart ...

drills unrepentant ... you see them there, the window ... ... sgrat sgrat scrot scrot auger operation in search of priceless treasures inside the nasal cavities and ear ... truly remarkable images of life lived. .. the soperta of a man .... a must!

the upset ... could be in line for ten minutes, but there seem to be two months, looking grim, angry to death with those damn car davnti them, or why not with the bloody toll that lets only one car at a time ... or cursed with that light that dazzles them .... but who the hell left the sun on? These are perhaps the most frequently ... can also be found easily on the ring road around 18 on weekdays ... The

ataccabrighe ... these are more easily identifiable in restaurants where it is easier for them to interfere with the normal flow of time: why waste the opportunity of attacking the maid, because she has the wrong sandwich (yes, it takes Do not confuse 250 and 137 Rustichelli Positano? ^_^), rather than insult the cleaner of toilets (including here, in Dante's chaos, hundreds of Pepin to the Turkish, can never be a problem?), or attacking the boy who unfortunately has raised a little 'voice too much? these are generally true examples of virtue highway ...

the slalom ... those who, as soon as you open the window of opportunity .... roar from I to II to III lane, and back to I, 100 meters in the emergency one, again only in the Third ... think my eyes are crossed ... we just want the gyro to be able to keep the road ... more proof that the FTAA!

I took just six hours of queuing for me a pretty good picture of the population "autostradara" ... I understand everything when you are lining up to work (commuting deserve all the understanding of this world, I think) ... but on holiday ... why the hell you so nervous?! Take it easy, guys, enjoy your life, look for the positives even in the negative ... or do not really go out anymore!
Slan!

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April 26 ... in that of Biella, the cave of the sandstone ...

Saturday, April 26 Here I am back ... ... woke up at 7: do not tell you that pleasure, after the night snoring and the mattress creaking (remember, ?!)... true somehow all we can to resume ability of our corpiccioli, and within minutes (well, more or less ...) are operational and ready to leave ...

Here we are on the road, before breakfast we again stop at the station to retrieve it again ... Bubu and Birch, at the time of the cave: the breakfast, which seems one of the most simple and pleasant it is proved more challenging than expected, and the pretty girl (really valuable, I would say ...^_^) working behind the counter is probably more old men used to card players at 20 that caving hungry and ready for a tough day ... the fact is that the buns are finished !!!!! The drama continued with our request "extreme" ... A TOAST !!!!! Of course, we also have certain claims
...^_^ Anyway, we go ... let the machines to the village of Colma Borgosesia, we carbide and water (near a cemetery ... fortunately no omen .. .) and we walk in the park del Fener, home of the precious black stork ... rather comfortable after an hour of walking we arrive at the mouth quite impressive, a hole through which we caliamo vertically (really good, I feel a real Indiana Jones, now) ... and start dressing a little taste ... of what to expect .... mud!! The descent is simple, natural slides on these, but trust me, the slope will be much more exciting!
This cave is really fun, and sufficiently technical: narrow, meandering, all in un'umidissima frame pools and rivulets of water ... not for nothing that the expert cavers, but for me it is a challenge not just a not particularly well ... challenging us to leave a bit 'of time (waiting to reassemble the large group) to gather in a comfortable room (we say that the words "room" and especially "comfortable", should be a little' magazine ... but so be it. ..^_^) and shoot a bunch of cows, while munching some finger (and we think back to the toast of the bar !^_^): here is that the poor "Tatin" is targeted by the brave "Tarzan" with a boot .. . dented his eye will be the only trophy the whole three days ... lucky him, our hero !!!^_^

At this point, unfortunately, my story does not include the adventures of the group: for reasons time some of us continue to narrow and meandering (including wrong way, expectations and claustrophobic ...), while my team goes down ... after a few bottlenecks, a couple of nooks and cengetta suspended in a vacuum (the now infamous by-pass the veins makes us a great blowjob, you do! ) we arrive at the "Sala del Camino" for the first time I have a really strange feeling, watching from below that perfect cone of 90 meters, with a cascade of water drops that unending carves its passage on the underlying rock, is a ' emotion to take your breath away ... it really makes you realize how you're small, and the 20-minute we spend half an hour to admire the spectacle repay us any trouble ...
I try to put myself in the shoes of those that some cavers' of years ago I first stumbled into the room that ... emotion, and that effort must have been back on those damp walls and stapiombanti ... completely out of their environment, in that dark realm carved ... Return
sees us very energized by the show, eager to tell his companions of that vision ... oh well, wrong way once, but recovered quickly route, e. .. "we went to see the stars" ... fly in the ointment Birch of the day ... ... sooner or later I'll make you a pair ... I came in weighing 75kg and have come to light with a 5kg of ballast in muddy boots .... THANKS !!!!!! You'll pay ...^_^

As usual cave time stands still ... when we start to have dinner about 22.30 ... but caving providential with two angels waiting for us- a huge pot of pasta with sausage ... divine encounter!! After all that free ride, and after a good dose of booze to ... and "Cassia" (sure we've come in very good hands ... if our instructors are professionals and experts will demonstrate how much fun and "Cazzari" .. . we will be riding, we can explore any meander anywhere in the world we are going !!!^_^),, 1 .30 dawn, to bed ... after the fatigue accumulated in these two days, the conference is not snoring frighten us ... turn off the lights, ready for the next adventure ...

PS: For me to cave remains of sandstone, known in technical and visual and emotional, the best experience so far ...
Slan!

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do not need comments ...
3 days of relaxation and immersion in nature and tranquility, combined with good company, but will be worth 15 hours of frantic car in the queue more ...

Slan!

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Peace auction ...


Ansa From the site ... it seems that the manuscript of John Lennon with the lyrics to "Give Peace a Chance " will be auctioned ... Wow ... in

this time I really think this bidding procedure should involve a lot of the world's governments ... would be rather a nice message ... at least willing to give peace a chance ... what beautiful words ...

But I think we should participate in a bit 'all ... I see more and more often (on me first, mind you ...) in all fields so we would need to give this poor little word of four letters a lot 'of extra space: in the workplace, where the arrival, the indifference and arrogance are likely to crush the peace (in this case perhaps "peace" is a bit' too much ... or not!) under the heels of an exasperated nervousness, interpersonal relationships, where the "verve dialectic "(let's call it, it should be ...) and that form of selfishness that makes you think of always being the only one having problems shortly accord with this magical little word ... and so on up to the same relationship to each person with itself, we are so out of breath to run after the demands of our hectic lives, that we realize how these self-induced needs we can away from ourselves ...
It 's hard, but we really try to slow down, stop. .. Let's Give Peace a Chance!!

Slan!

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25-26-27 first release in April ... "long" ... the adventure continues in Biella ...

... wow ... just returned from three days of cohabitation with the group Caving in now proudly am one, I will try to bring in a few words the experience and impression of those moments ... even if I state it now, it will be tough ... oh, if it lasts! For

not break too many balls to the multitude of readers do not caving enthusiasts (?! Multitude? ^ _ ^) Divide the day into three individual account for each post ... but I repeat all ... TRY THE CAVE AT LEAST ONCE ... it's worth it ... it is a purely sports are a deep level ... (and it is a play on words, eh?)

So, coming back to us, Friday 25 April, while some were preparing to celebrate the memory of Liberation while others were preparing to leave for a relaxing holiday weekend, a handful of ten heroes (not counting instructors), more and more like real human beings, and increasingly alienated from those quivering amoebae that we had the pleasure of meeting some weeks ago, meets at 9 am in Piazza Cavour, in Pinerolo ...

group departures ... the first positive note, that bodes well on the development of "three days" is the Husky machine ... barely be glimpsed the driver, submerged provisions, various food and beverages ... of course we talk about the typical, frugal and healthy diet caving: cheese, pasta, salami, e. .. WINE already ... we are ready ... Eureka!
After a pause

tangenzialesca to pick up Mark, "the infiltration of Turin" (but henceforth fully included in the group, both for capacity diattiche / cave, either, since much more essential for the dedication, respect and reverence that the bind in glove to his "guru", the brave Pejo ...^_^), continue at a time of Biella, where we aggregate the local Varallini Hector and Robert "Rube" and Manu ... damn, by this time I get labeled "the false Manu ... azz ...
's arrival in what will be our headquarters for the next few days is definitely a good omen, we are housed in the headquarters of the Group Caving in Biella (thanks again for the hospitality !!!), a warm (the former site of an asylum: that nostalgia, those services with ground-level basins, and cups of water so low that ... would need a good gym with a viewfinder ...^_^), domestic, but above all allows us to test the strength of our own "safety chain" jaw, jaw and stomach ... the test is hard, but we are equal: very little remains after we passed! !
Around 15 it's off to the gym ... the journey by car is nice, we climb to the BRIC near Biella, and pass through picturesque villages and very colorful ... arrival in the gym, after a quick operation of rig from our instructors / guardian angels (^_^... a bit 'of matchmaking on ...!!!), promises us a beautiful set of chords, changes, steps into the void ... a bell'aperitivo for the next two days, say so!
Up to 19.30 (my times are very approximate, because without my watch I can elaborate only on the infamous biological clock ... that unfortunately seems to be a sundial because it is not too accurate!), With agile and stealthy movements, indicating a great physical shape and an enviable prowess and athletic prowess - you present a monk seal off the water, not! - We practice on ropes and walls ... at the end of the day, tired but sodisfatti for the experience (we are far more practical and productive than the first Envie gym ... at this point I see the puzzled look of Hector, that he had never seen "in action", the fateful question ... "but if this is your best, how the hell you were before?" Wait, wait, you'll see that we will be even more awkward!! ^ _ ^) There appropinquiamo at the base, more than ready for the Grande Bouffe!
Pizzeria, here we are, the Pinerolesi Bats are here! Un'arsura worthy of the best Sahara brings us to drink as a herd, and the appetite, say that does not fail ... among other things for the first time Mark shows his reverence for legitimate wise mentor is the only to choose (as a sign of devotion!) pizza PEO ...^_^ For
estimated at around one hour at midnight we return to the den ... and here you close the day, we saw how tired .... but no!! After a quick game of Tetris to try to fix all the sleeping bags in the living room-kitchen, cooked and catered for the day, very good condition for a weekend "lions", close your eyes and ... you open the concert: purr multitone (the allocation of these pharaonic roars currently under investigation, so it will make rash assumptions ...) and mat a couple of damn squeaking Fashion / Andrea - each breath is transformed into a pleasant "Gnnniiickk-Croooock! " - Transform the night in a Saigon vibration ... at least for someone like me, sleep uncomfortably light ... or for someone like Rosie, is likely to indulge in homicidal mania to the snoring !!!^_^

A truly remarkable day, in short, from a purely technical point of view, from the landscape, but especially under the aspect of aggregation: the conditions are really good, this group will make it a long way! Revellers always, great! A
soon raconte the true highlight of this three days ....
Slan!

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April 20, 2008 - Beginning of vertical with the Grai ...

The day promises to be really good ... the clouds coming on the horizon during the approach (a pleasant half hour walk, part, on a path along the side slopes of Val Tanaro) make us realize that the water that we will see (and be with us ... ^ _ ^) is not the only cave in the day ... alas ...

arrive at the entrance Grai ... the cave is very different from the veins after a short and easy path from the cave entrance (and after dressing a lot less embarrassing than other times ^ _ ^) we find the first evidence, "vertical" in the dark after the gym last week: the first section gives a little concern about the "old timers" like us ... ^ _ ^, it is a slope not particularly challenging, even if a little 'slippery (we already have a taste of the moisture content that will accompany us for the next 7-8 hours ...), with fairly easy footholds for our tired and numb limbs.

arrive in a comfortable small terrace we ourselves with the real test: twenty feet (abundant ... when there are suspended in the air seem to me at least 200-300 ... but that's another story, called "subjectivity of measures" ... ^ _ ^), partly in a vacuum, partly to shift between a ledge of rock and the aforementioned vacuum (this step is on the rise, at least for myself, one of the most demanding of the whole day ...). After this step, the rest is 'na walk with a journey quite comfortable, and a final jump of 5 - 6 meters that opens the view (as far as possible, given the dark ...) on a huge living room (70x40 feet, what the experts tell me), really wonderful.

Apart from the athletic and technical skill required by the steps into the void (and the slope, I fear having to absorb pretty well ... even without the providential Laura I'd still be there trying to issarmi over the rocks, and swaying as salami ... me miserable, wretched me ...) what impressed me most in this cave will be really nice especially deviations that have brought us, after a narrow easy easy hike and a very slippery and muddy, and discover much more than glimpses of the beautiful, dotted with caves angel hair (do you remember those future advances of stalactites, delicate and ethereal Filini crystallized? Wonderful ...) and a large concreted room takes your breath away ... not to mention the newly named "Forest of cazzilli" but that's another story, right Sylvia?!

Then, after these massive samples of poetry and delicacy, the rude awakening: the rise (with my announced impasse) and return the car in the rain, torrential at times ... another stage has been completed, and are increasingly happy to have made this choice ... I will be my cassate emeritus, will find it hard, maybe make a fool of me (by the way, sooner or later I will explain the origin of my nickname caving, "Manu" ... but that's another story ... but ^_^), be able to enter into communion with the truly incomparable natural wonders, and above all I can do it together with a large bunch of crazy lunatics ... see you next!

Slan!

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April 13, 2008 - Second ... out at the gym! Still


In the beautiful setting of the valleys around Envie, a beautiful sunny day, I thought I would deal with what would have been no output of emotions and challenges, focusing on technique and learning of difficult concepts and pallosette ...
but no, this day has turned into an adventure, a comparison with the fear of the unknown and trust ...
Not to mention the wonderful panorama that is enjoyed by that mass of rock where a group of indomitable crazy he has experimented with changes in the rope, he descended into the void and "cheerful" hung like sausages hanging, without even counting the huge belly of pasta, salami and cakes kindly offered by the instructors ... well, those 40 meters on the verge of giddiness in the air, I have found to deal with the fear of emptiness, that feeling of vertigo that often takes me if I look down from a wall just 5.10 meters tall, and my difficulty to "trust" ... it was a wonderful experience, being there, hung only a piece of rope (the so-called "daisy chain" of safety), tinkering with descenders, brakes and handles ... it was just another step towards the discovery of this new dimension ... a dimension not only technical, sports but rather a window to a new awareness, a different way of being in the world, the ability to entrust their safety to another person, a group of zuzzurelloni caciaroni and ready to challenge the unknown ...
Slan!

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China Olympics ... more ...


now .... and I will always have a big fan of Chinese culture, the translation of thousands of years has been able to give so much and will continue to give even our beloved West ... a tradition that after having donated many of the most ingenious and creative works of human invention, has made known philosophical theories of great contemporary relevance, and has presented us with a world of great and tireless work ...
But all this has little to do with the regime of China, that China is indifferent to any harassment and contempt of the most basic rights, will retain the right decision, censorship, life and death over entire populations ...

Far I push anyone to the "boycott" these Olympics (a word that is now on everyone's lips, and maybe could fit more into the next elections ... but overlook ...^_^)... as many say (if strange to say the very people that the sports fields and garantiscon promotion ... just coincidence, right? ;-) will not be any boycott to change the fate of Tibet, or to persuade the absolutist rule to "move up a gear "very true, as is also true that there will be ten cigarettes to worsen the health of an inhabitant of Milan, as well as on the energy savings will be one person to change the fate of the world, as one swallow does not make a summer, so as ..... seee, Oh well, we know the story, no?

Surely these Olympics will see me as a spectator much more hesitant and doubtful of all the old ones: I do not know if I'll look, yes I know what I see in these days, with the Olympic torch reinforced by cordons of police and Tibetan monks arrested ... Well, none of this really has nothing to do with either Olimpia nor with the proper DeCoubertin sad ... really, really disgusting ... about ... Would you think of the site linked above ... great delicacy, DCIS or hypocrisy? For me it is quite clear ... anyway ...

Slan!

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06/04/2008...Le veins of the Val Tanaro ... the adventure begins ....

... at 11.30, after a good hour approaching, the paths of the mountains Ormea above, and after dressing as problematic as it is ridiculous to see ... we enter into the veins ... wow, we're leaving ...
More than 6 hours underground ... and I was enough to give the green light to a thousand considerations as to why I joined the course of caving, because I decided to poke a hole in the dark and damp as that, as if it were not enough to weeks of work and stress ...
... well, have not been so much tension that walk, nor the difficulty (at least for me) to slip into a "hole" where they proceeded with difficulty walking crawl on the rocks (pace of my joints now provatissime ...^_^) calandomi or fatigue between blades and ridges, but not (or at least not alone ...) wonder where to find me over there in small drops of water and waterfalls cascading over millennia have carved a world inaccessible to most people, an environment so as abnormal dream ... no, what made me really "present" on that experience were the moments when, locked in the middle of "by-pass" waiting for one of my fellow crazy adventure to free a sudden upward or a cubicle side, I could "sit back" and I really became aware of that moment: there really only (even if they are physically close to my classmates), the dark, I realized how much I needed that time: no phone, no radio, no timetables, no one and nothing around me, only the voice of the millennia, and my thoughts ...
I really think that caving, beyond a healthy sport (among other things, I recommend anyone who like me have asthma problems ... it is a very suitable for problems of this kind ...) and an exciting exploration of groundwater, and another as a way to deal with their own shadow, with its depth ... of course, everyone finds his way, but just so you can bring yourself within down there at the end of everything.

will keep you updated on this adventure, at least for the next 5-6 out of the course: that is tested once this experience: do not absolutely need to have special athletic or muscular, or great courage ... you might not love the idea to rush headlong into space or looking for your lost I am in a tunnel some 100 meters underground, but you may find it an interesting experience to see you thrown in a dream, a landscape of dunes, stony, tunnels, shafts and sparkling crystals, un'onirica wasteland of indefinite proportions ... well, yes, a bit 'moist, but a majestic and imposing extraordinary ...^_^

Slan !

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Uff ... two and a half months since the last post ... sure they are consistent, eh?! But on the other hand I have shot two .... what a beautiful pain in the ass, huh ?!^_^
In this very turbulent period of my life there is heavy new .... FINALLY!!
In 10 days, say 10, opens "Confabula "!!!!
Big news!
Like, what is it?! But I do not believe that mica could spoil the surprise?! Suffice it to say that on April 12, at 17, if you will by the parties of the Shrine of Vicoforte (CN) ... and if only the presence of the Basilica is enough to make the trip worthwhile to be done .... there will be a better surprise ...

will be what I hope will open a new window on the world, a small port on the astonishing, a short trip into the infinite ... a really great adventure, in short!

From April 12 the brave Confabulus be the helmsman of confabulation, and this departure, I wish him all the wind .... ALL FORWARD, 20000 Leagues Under the arcades !!!!!!!!

E 'quite an adventure, a long voyage prior conduct often lonely ... and now everything is ready for the Great Journey !!!!! Good Luck!
For now, hoping not hiding another two months, I salute you ...
Ah, we meet on 12, I would highly recommend !!!!!
Slan!

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Consciousness ...

... I do not know how much it hurts to realize how everything is now in the hands of policy ... no, I have finally awakened from a long sleep 20 years (it's a long time since my card election does not "dirty "...^_^): just upsets me to see how issues that should now belong to the sphere of ethics and personal responsibility, individual, you soak more connotations of "partisan" from one side or the other.

Any topic, from the mundane up to the terrible time of abortion, it becomes a pretext to attack certain factions, the dialogue between consciousness, including Believe, was grimly replaced by a fierce political squabble, a sterile opposition of ideologies , the contrast is not between ideas, between programs, but the princes and all ... and trust one who thinks that doing things on principle can be a great value ... this is not really the way ideal to administer a country.
In this regard there is a very timely topic that makes me a terrible disgusting: work hard to understand how they can afford ... male (I prefer to avoid adjectives or other determinations, for shame ...) to join with such presuppositional in fields that should be left alone and absolutely to the conscience and awareness of those involved / interested ...
I do not want at this point going into the merits of any interference by religious bodies concerned "civil" ... twenty post would not be enough, nor am I interested at this time: I find it rather shameful and humiliating that the rulers of a secular state ( ah ah ah ah ....) to base their actions on "advice" from other entities, organizations with all the rights to put forward their opinions, but without ANY decision rights.
Yet we are always here to get slaughtered for "to win" one or the other, but increasingly at the mercy of the greater power of everything ... I do not want backward now, but we're drinking a milkshake colossal cow. .. and health to all!

Bon, for now ... otherwise I warm it ...
Slan!

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time ....

.... here I am, in four years of work on sick leave for the second day ... wow ... what a strange feeling ...

Now that I am a bit 'better (I will not go on the attendance of these days of the washroom ... I could not cover all ...^__^) I stopped to think ... now that my day is not marked by the pace of work (get up, run to work, run for 8 / 9 hours , exit travel, shopping / dinner / washing dishes / fast to read / sleep ...), but I can afford to "live" really the day (waking up at 8, read up to 10, clean house with calm, quiet lunch with , read / digest, rest, prepare dinner ,....) I wonder why we in the West we are not able to take time for us ...
Unfortunately we live in a system that convinces us that this is Impose: our culture based on efficiency, productivity, convinced us to be indispensable: we stop only when there really is no alternativ.

would be so nice to learn to say "STOP": taking breaks, even for a day ... but they are TRUE PAUSE, and not days to fake ghostly holiday as we continue to run like madmen ... would be so really nice to stop, to think of ourselves ... to cuddle a bit '... to recharge the batteries ... and for some reason I have half an idea that our bodies and our health there would be grateful ... .

Slan!

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Here we are, thirty ...

'm back! What an effort, write ... I always have too many things to say and too little desire to move the fingers on the keyboard ... sooner or later reflect on this will be my laziness ... the arrival of the thirty?!?!

I take the cue from the beautiful blog post Wildfish (Go see it !!!!)... this is for us, happy kid lever 1978, the fateful year of the first white hair of the thirty ... .. .. bacon (seee, for me this year came from the mo .....^__^)..... set up house .... why not, raise a family .... mom My, how things lie ahead this year!! Look

my 30 with great anxiety, I can not wait to get there ... although I realize that it is commonplace to say that you start to really grow old ... I feel more sore muscles, the view down .... but I'm looking forward to get there anyway ...

A man has 30 years ... and it is not just a step: there's those moments when, once established who are the people you want to continue to have to do for the rest of your life (skim some knowledge you care little now, invest much more energy in certain relationships in which you really believe, you're away from your family of origin, to start forming relationships that will lead you to create your new microcosm ...) .... I said, comes the moment you start to come to terms with yourself, to see where you've come ...
But it is clear to me their accounts are not so much with the freeing workers, professional ... I do not care so much what I'm doing / earning / lavorando...mi is natural to deal with "me" true, that arguing with people he cares about, what you regret having said certain things ... but then, on time, the repeats .... what really afraid to get in the game ... what does not believes that the world can change, but then does everything to change her, the world .....
.... Ah, how nice, do these accounts ... sometimes there can be surprises ... but I think it is always worth ...

thirties you reading to say ... I came for you the time of the financial statements?
I hope so ... see you soon, I hope!

Slan!