Sunday, July 31, 2016

Madness in Texas, but we knew... Just be glad you don't live there!

Germans face 'the summer of fear and anger' after four attacks in a week | VICE News

5 Reasons Why Trump Will Win by Michael Moore

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Of course, they don't know! Science, just another 'religion!'

Meet Moxie Marlinspike, the Anarchist Bringing Encryption to All of Us | WIRED

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'Ayahuasca is changing global environmental consciousness' | Environment | The Guardian

I agree! And the same for all the statures in Latin America of Conquistadors!

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Saturday, July 30, 2016

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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

It's not a sport anymore, but an industry!

Anyone who believes Bill Clinton is stupid!

We the people are to blame, for first voting for them, then supporting them! WE HAVE MET THE ENEMY AND HE IS US!

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Day 7, and back home again...
The day before a plan had been hatched, as Cesar had to be back in Monachil, this day, Lunes (Monday).  This for a doctor's appointment, the following morning, Martes (Tuesday).  They, via Rafael, had found a van driver, and we rented it to take us from nearby where we had camped, 100KM, to a village called, La Peza, and then cycle back to Monachil, some 60KM. 
The driver-owner's name turned out to be Antonio, and he had a large Renault van, which held all of us, four bicycles and luggage.  For each the fare was $60U.S., but what comfort, after five days on a bici. saddle…
I'm always amazed when I ride in an automovil, how easy it is, gliding-zipping through the country side, if hot, an air-conditioner, if cold. a heater, music, you can sleep.  No wonder they've sold a billion of them.  At the same time they're destroying, helping to, the ozone layer, causing 'global warming!'   Who cares the people say, 'go now, pay later.'  They only problem, the later is now!
Cesar and Rafael sat in the back, me and Javier up front.
We stopped in a village called, Cortes de Baza, took a break for coffee and cake (torte), and then off again through now what had become desert.  I was reminded of southern Arizona, U.S.A., where I'd grown up.
I think the 100KM took something like 3 hours, whereas on a bicycle it might have taken 1.5 days.  The terrain we traversed wasn't flat but up and down.
We unloaded at a estacion de gasolina, and then had to refigure and repack the bicycles (had taken off the front wheels).  Luckily, Javier and Rafael helped me, as the front brake was a problem getting the wheel back on.  Thank God for friends!
Now, however, it was midday, something like 1300 hours, and getting hot. 
I led the way, up, through a lovely pine forest which reminded me of the Catalina Mountains, outside of Tucson, Arizona, U.S.A.  The grade was easy, however, although lengthy, something like 15KM.  No traffic, however, as they all take the BIG highway.  This, must have been the old way from Granada to Guadix, where Antonio, our driver, has his home.
At the crest, we stopped, and the plan was to go down 3KM, and have almuerzo (lunch) in a village.  Cesar forgot to tell me, however, that it was 3KM off the highway.  Leading the group, I missed the turn off, as I thought the village surely on the highway.  I kept going, finally realizing, '3KM?  I think I've gone further.'  I kept going however, down and down, as was easy.  Plus the ole, 'Livestock quickens their pace in the evening when they know they're returning back to the barn (for comida)!' 
At some point an automovil passed honking wildly, and pulling in front of me to a stop.  The driver had a message from Cesar, they were stopped in the village having lunch.  Note, I have no movil tele.  The driver had no movil tele. I thanked him, and he drove on.  I decided the best plan was to continue DOWN, stop at the first open cafe and call Cesar.  But, none were open, as a Lunes (Monday), until I was practically in Granada.  There I stopped, ordered jugo, and asked for help.  Two men helped, the first, his movil didn't work, the second called both Cesar and Rafael, but their teles. either off or no batteria. Oh, well, I tried.
I continued on, checked out the tunel, a short cut to Monachil, but decided against it, as it didn't list 'Bicycles welcome!'  It was now about 3P.M. (1500 hours) and I wanted home before the hottest hour of all day, or 1600 hours.
I made it, but hot, sweaty, thirsty, tired, etc.  Climbing the hill to get to Monachil, loaded and in the heat, a challenge for an old man.
I was glad to be back.  Sonia wasn't there, so I took a bath, and did all those things you do when you return from any trip.
Later, I sent an email message to Cesar.  Seems they didn't arrive back in Monachil until 9P.M. (2100 hours), so in a way, I was glad the way things turned out.
In 6/7 night/days, Cesar and I had cycled over 400KM, and in southern Spain, and in the summer.  But, all experience is worth it to me!
Next, a short trip over Veleta (Sierra Nevada Mountains), the highest peaks in all of Spain.  But, it will be cooler, at least!
Stay tuned!

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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

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Day 6 of our cycling adventure, mostly through the Cazorla National Park.  But, today we would leave it for the desert.
I'm up at 0700, after a cold night.  I was actually surprised by the cold, as the entire trip, so hot. Interesting.
The others, Cesar, Rafael, and Javier, were already moving to the sun.
We had breakfast in el sol, happy that it was a clear day.  In other countries, places, always cloudy.
I remember this desayuno, as Rafael offered me part of a chocolate bar. Cycling together, is sharing together, it's a part of the Way!
We were on the nearby highway at 0800, this off to a Pueblo called Castril, some 50KM distance.
In the beginning it was slightly up, Cesar explaining we would pass by Moncayo, a 1,500mt. peak.
But, then afterwards it was down and down, switchbacks, some 20KM of 'down.'  Somehow, I was leading, as the others (3 Spanish guys about the same age and education) like to ride together to chat.
At the bottom, I waited at a junction.
Then on now in a desert-like landscape.
We passed another reservoir on the right, where I stopped to take an unusual foto. of a automovil parked on a sand spit, the water so aquamarine in contrast.  All the fotos. of our 7-day trip at
It wasn't long afterwards that a group of, must have been a team in training, rollerbladers passed us going up.  The team made up of both young men and women, all in their lycra suits.  We exchanged encouragements.  This may have been the most unusual thing we passed on a highway, in all of the 7 days we were cycling.  A team of rollerbladers on a highway.
Cycling across the dam (represa in Es.) Rafael videotaped me saying something in English.  I encouraged older cyclists to get off their asses and RIDE!
Later in an almond tree orchard we stopped to rest and eat some fruit.  This just before a village named Fatima.  Here from Wikipedea some information about the Catholic saint, Fatima:
"Our Lady of Fátima (Portuguese: Nossa Senhora de Fátima, formally known as Our Lady of the Holy Rosary of Fátima Nossa Senhora do Rosário de Fátima European Portuguese: [ˈnɔsɐ sɨˈɲoɾɐ dɨ ˈfatimɐ] (Brazilian Portuguese [ˈnɔsɐ sĩˈȷ̃ɔɾɐ dʒi ˈfatʃimɐ]) is a Roman Catholic title of the Blessed Virgin Mary based on apparitions reported to have been experienced in 1917 by three shepherd children at Fátima, Portugal. The three children were Lúcia dos Santos (later known as Sister Lúcia of Fátima) and her cousins Jacinta and Francisco Marto."
Then on to Castril, where we ate lunch.  I discovered the Spanish Omlette here, and now have two Spanish foods I like, the Omlette and Paella.
Castril, unusual as the site at the base of an rock spiral, a 'mirador,' of course for tourists.  Rafael knew much about Castril, as he had lived there for several years.  I only took fotos. of it.
After lunch, Cesar, always in search of water, and a place to siesta, suggested we go down to the river.  Little did I know what I was getting into, as we had to get back up to the highway later.
Anyway, down and down we glided, first to a tourist area, con rushing water over a small causeway.  Cesar doesn't like crowds, so I followed him to a more secluded spot, this right on the river.  Here we set up resting for hours, as had been our daily custom.  Note, siesta is important to the Spanish, especially in southern Spain, where so hot in the afternoons in summer.  I too, took to napping, to resting every day on this trip.  Normally, had I been solo, I think I would have rested, during the heat of the day, but not for so long.  We had been stopping for six hours everyday, and that's a 'killer,' for me, as my old muscles 'forget.'  Younger people wouldn't understand.
Later we met up with Javier and Rafael, who had set up at a table in the tourist-cafe area. 
Then, by 1900 hours, we were off to where Cesar knew about, a restaurant on another reservoir, and a place to camp for the night.  I think this another 15KM.
But, the short 'up,' to meet the highway almost 'killed' me as so steep!  The last 50mts. at least a 30% grade, and both Javier and Rafael pushed.  I had to stand up, and barely made it to the top, so out of breath, I could barely function.  Luckily here, at least flat.
Then on and on, on a bad road (some kind of 'short cut') where I struggled, as so tired.
Then finally, we met up with Cesar and Rafael, waiting in the shade.
From here is was downhill to the restaurant.  Thank God! All of this in the heat of the day.  Note, at 1900 hours still pretty warm in this desert area.
We got there, and immediately the 'boys,' off to swim, me to wait on the terrace.  I immediately order FOUR botellas of jugo!  For the next hour I swatted flies, wrote this 'blok' and enjoyed just sitting.   
Dinner was the best, fresh trucha (trout), and the desert, memorable, a pudding-cake mit slog!  By then it was 11P.M.  Note, in Spain-Europe everything is later.
Luckily the moon almost full, so we could see, pushing up a dirt road opposite the restaurant, where we would camp for the night.
Javier and Rafael stayed low in the trees, as they sleep in hammocks. Cesar and I pushed up to a rock quarry where we stayed.  Me setting up my solo tent, Cesar just on the ground.
I think it was something like 0015, before I shut my eyes.

It's time to end male control over women, period!

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What in the world is going on in Australia? You've caught the same 'disease' we have in the U.S.!

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Day #5 (our one-week long cycling adventure through the Cazorla National Park)
I was awake at 0600, having slept in my new Coleman tent for the first time.
I was concerned about the others having to wait for me so I got up and immediately started loading 'Senora Fetes.'  I put on my boots, rather than sandals, as having to push Senora Fetes up the incline to the highway, I thought, better traction.
You have to do a lot of thinking when you're 'out there,' it isn't all a physical endeavor.
I ate, and took my food supplements.
The others were up, with Cesar offering desayuno!  Rafael was down washing in the rio.
This was supposed to be the most difficult climb, the most difficult day.  But, as always, with prior explanation (way back in Monachil) it turned out differently, not so difficult, long (25KM), but with a gradual grade.  I led the way.
At a junction, I stopped to wait for the others.  I don't have a movil, and if I make a wrong turn, when leading, could turn out to be a problem.  Again, you have to think  when tour cycling.
About at the half way point, I, along with Cesar and Rafael, had stopped to rest to wait for Javier.  When he came, the delay had to do with a problem he had had.  Something about one of his rear Vaude panniers.  The… I don't always know the name for these little 'things.'  Maybe 'latch'… It had come lose from the bag (check out the fotos. of such at  So, we spent time repairing, which wasn't all that easy.  Sometimes, without special tools for such, you have to get inventive.
Onward, and continuing up…  The vistas, as always, interesting, me having never been there in the Park.  The terrain reminded me of places in western U.S. so I felt 'at home.'  The geology, the rock spirals, unusual, however.  Note, I'm always interested in the geology, whether, igneous, metamorphic, or sedimentary.
At the summit we rested, had something to eat, and I took a 'selfie' of us four. 
The goal, for the first half of the day (prior to 'siesta' rest period) was Santiago de la Esbada.  It's famous for gypsies (hitanos in Es.).
I liked it, at first glance, the valley to the left.  The terrain, more open more desert like.  I thought I could live here, as it's higher at 1,500mts. ASL.
We cruised into centro looking for a mercado.  We found a good one, and purchased food and water.
Then Javier had the idea, a good one, to spend the afternoon at the pueblo's swimming pool.
So, we cranked back up in the direction we'd come, maybe a kilometer, then up a grade so steep, I had to stop an push up.
We spent hours at this place, me first in the swimming pool.  Hardly anyone was there so early on this Sabado (Saturday).  Just me and the life guard.  The water was cold, but I managed, but not long in and then on a chaise lounge. Ah, the life! This is something I'd never think of doing if I were cycling solo, spending an afternoon at a swimming pool.  But, the time enjoying the young nubile bodies in bikinis, the paella para almuerzo, well, I couldn't complain!  And the rest, the nap on the chaise lounge, I actually dozed off...
Later, however, the crowd came, and it became less desirable. 
We departed around 1900 hours, back into town for an ATM (Cesar needed more cambio).  Then, after making some wrong turns (bad directions), we were gliding down to the Rio Taipillo.
The plan was to go as far as we could, and camp out where appropriate.
I, bringing up the rear, had to stop for a toilet break, and yelled to Javier.
Coming back up from the bridge, I spied Javier, but Cesar and Rafael not in sight.
It was a struggle, this climb, as back up 350mts.  Plus, it was hot.  I managed, but barely.  Javier complained about the 'never ending up.'
Finally at a junction we heard Cesar yelling, 'This way!'  We stopped to rest, of course.  In the process learned from a billboard sign, that this was an area where they have discovered evidence of an 'ancient' people.  I thought maybe the 'Visgoths,' but no, the teachers said, 'very ancient.'  I immediately thought of the Neanderthals or Cro Magnon.
Here we negotiated just another 30 minutes, as I don't like setting up my tent in the dark.  This doesn't seem to matter to Cesar, the others.  It was one of those 'testy moments' because of the luna llene.  But, considering, out of the 7-day trip, hardly a cross word was spoken.  Compromise, that's the key.
We went on, my task the choice of the camping location.  We went on for at least 30 minutes, before I saw a flat opening that looked ideal.  I yelled to Cesar, and he went ahead to check out.  It turned out to be perfect, and every one was satisfied, as time enough for cena with light, the moon rising.
But, in the night it got cold, I mean real cold and I was unprepared.  I first put on my jacket, then my cycling shorts, and finally, I took the mat upon which I put my 'mattress,' under me, and put it on top of me. 
Later. when the sun peeked over the hill, and landing on a section 100 mts. to the west, I saw everyone moving there for breakfast.  I followed.
Soon, we were too hot again.
Ah, life on the road!

Monday, July 25, 2016

BBC - Culture - The mystery of Van Gogh’s madness

Get ready for Marshall Law in the U.S., and a possible dictatorship!

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The problem... The more they attack him the stronger he gets. They need a different strategy!

Wrong again!

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Day 4, and our first day cycling together, the four of us… Cesar, me, Javier and Rafael
I was up at 0600 after a warm night in my room in the hostal (in Hornos).
I made coffee in the room with my little stove, but discovered I'd left my filter bag somewhere, probably at the Ermita de Nazareth, two days before.  I remember hanging it on the limb of a tree to dry.
I've lost so many things traveling on a bicycle, little things mostly.  I guess it has to do with my age, and the loss of short-term memory.  I just can't seem to remember everything when moving quickly.  But, I will find or make another filter bag.
I made 'cowboy' coffee in the room, just mixing the grounds in the hot water, unable to filter.  It was better than nothing.  You learn to adapt on the road.
I packed up and hauled everything down two flights of stairs.
They had put Senora Fetes in their storage room.  Luckily they hadn't locked it.  And I managed to open their front door, as nobody up yet.
When approaching the restaurant where we were to meet, the others were already there.  I was shocked.  Normally Latin American 'genes,' aren't tied to clock time.  I was impressed with these three, Cesar leading the way.
I ordered something, probably jugo, as had already eaten in my room.  Fruit, pan, what else?  I have to do this in order to take my food supplements.  But, I don't advertise my regimen, as most would think odd.  'You do what in your room?'  They were eating the standard Andalusian desayuna, a slice of white baggete bread with olive oil and tomato paste.  The coffee that is available in restaurants I drink, but don't much like.  Too strong like espresso, con leche de vaca, and azucar de blanco. But, again you learn to adapt.
We were off at 0800, the highway, up and up, but not too difficult.  Cesar and Rafael leading, me and Javier bringing up the rear.
'Oh, what a beautiful morning,
Oh, what a beautiful day!
I've got a beautiful feeling,
Everything's going our way!'
It was, the vistas of the overhanging spiral outcroppings of rock, spectacular.  I had to stop and take fotos. of.
We went up 15KM, then rested at a junction.
Then down and down, stopping at an inn to rest and for refreshment.  They drank cervesa, I had coffee.
We fed some sleepy dogs with the remains of the tapas.
And old couple nearby brought out a huge cage with a bird inside.
I observe old couples together, and glad I'm single!
Onward we went, down and down again.
At one point Cesar signaled to stop as he wanted to check out the river for swimming.  They went down, I stayed up waiting on the highway.  But, it wasn't long before they returned, as not ideal, 'too cold, the water!'
We went on, more down…
We finally got to the village Cesar had planned to stop at, where to have almuerzo, supposedly the best trucha (trout) in the Parque.  But, it was closed because the owner in the hospital.   But, they opened the bar to serve us cervesa and jugo.  They munched on papas fritas. I abstained.
Afterwards, we filled our water containers from one of the many public wells, and continued…
We went on some 5KM, the highway following the edge of a reservoir.  Up ahead Cesar found a spot for swimming.  But, it was down a steep incline, so we left the bicycles up top.  I, having a lock, secured Senora Fetes to a tree.
Down below, Cesar dove into the reservoir, and swam across.  He's a veritable 'fish!' They all dove in eventually, me finding a place to rest, sticking only my feet in.  If Cesar is the 'pescado,' I'm a Lagartija (lizard)!
Note, I have a strange relationship with water.  I don't even like drinking it!
After the swim, Cesar made salad, no not a 'Cesar salad,' but something similar.  We all contributed, ate lunch, and then the daily siesta.  Rafael in his hammock, Cesar off deep in the shade.  Me and Javier together, against the rock wall.
Me only napping.  After a bit I spent time reorganizing my food in the plastic bags.  I discovered one of my special containers leaking olive oil.  I didn't discover the reason until back home several days later… A hole in the bottom.  Nothing lasts, I've had it for years.
About 1830 hours, we climbed the hill, me first, loaded up and were off yet again.
Still down, we finally arrived at a bridge, a junction, a 'swimming hole' below.  A family was enjoying the cool water, as still hot at 1930 hours. 
I think the temperatures everyday on this trip were in the high 30s (celcius) in the afternoon.  And this is high 90s. in Farenheit.  Humidity up, making us feel it.
We turned left at the junction, and it wasn't long before a resort/restaurant appeared.  Time for cena (dinner in Ingles).
It was  quite a surprise, this restaurant, a resort really with a swimming pool just below our table outside on a vast open terrace. 
We had quite a feast, they many cervesas, me many little botelas of jugo.  Seems the fruit juice delivered to these outposts is either pina (pineapple) or apricot (melecaton).  Interestingly, the botellas (bottles) getting smaller and smaller, but for the same precio (price).  They are only 250ml. in size now, so it takes four to make a liter.  And a liter is just slightly larger than one quart. 
Ah, capitalism, the biggest 'rip off' in history!  If the toilet paper gets any flimsier, it will just dissolve in your hand before using.
I think we were there enjoying food and beverage for two hours.  The ones with smart phones had a chance to see what was going on in the world.  Later, with light fading from the canyon, we had only cycled a few kilometers, when Cesar yelled to stop.  He'd found a place for us to camp. 
Note, we have to hide when camping as illegal in National Parks, and Cesar is an expert at this.  And as mentioned before, if caught, a 128E / $140U.S. fine.  Plus, I have to be extra careful, now, beyond my 90 days in Espana.
The area where we camped was down a slight hill, in a olive tree orchard  (huerto de olivo in Es.).  This just bordering Rio Zumeta (we could hear the rushing water at night). 
This was the first time sleeping in my new tent, a small, lightweight, solo (for only one) made by (an old U.S. company).  But, without the rain fly (no need this night), you have to get inventive, as no way to hold up the roof.  I tied one end to an olive tree, and the other to a stake.
It turned out good, the tent, even though small and confining.  I think I even slept, with the moon rising, and the sound of the rive nearby.  We could barely hear any traffic on the highway just fifty meters away.
I like sleeping on mother earth, but normally in a tent (because of the mosquitos).
The others, Cesar and Javier without tent, Rafael in his hammock.

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Sunday, July 24, 2016

BBC - Travel - Living where the sea turns to ice

How completely stupid. If you want to know why U.S. culture is so fucked up, this is one example!

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Because she represents the 'Establishment,' the old order (Bill for one).

Politics, the last refuge of scoundrels!

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A mistake by the IOC to pick Brazil as a site for the Summer Olympics.

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11 Police Robots Patrolling Around the World | WIRED

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Here's an exercise for you from Rudolf Steiner, called 'Breathing the Light!'
You breathe in Light!
Inhaling, SUN
Exhaling, MOON
(Repeat over and over, visualizing the sun and moon, when you inhale and exhale).
And explanation from HOW TO KNOW HIGHER WORLDS, by Rudolf Steiner, pp. 233:  "In cognition, too, there is a process of exchange between the inner world and the outer. In order to know our universe we both take in and move out -- we breathe light, as Steiner called it.  Cognitive practice, therefore, is a yoga (yoking) not of breathing in the element of air, but of breathing through all the senses in the element of light."
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Getting to the 'state' of non-sense, beyond what Rudolf Steiner calls the supersensible.  This is the goal, transcending our limited perception, the five senses.
So, why in the first place do with have a body?  'To bring the higher world into relationship with the physical sense world.  Humanity is the means by which the Spirit penetrates the physical sense realm!'  (R.S.)
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Walking on the sky,
The day I die,
Yet, it's life
In another world!
Where the imagination wins!
But, so few have,
Living only by the five
High and low,
They don't know!
Wake up from
The Big Sleep,
The veil blocking the truth,
So sayeth Ruth!
Make everything good
That's where to live,
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Nepal needs a dictator, democracy just doesn't work there!

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More spying, less freedom!

Treating the symptoms, won't cure the illness, Western culture!

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Day 3
The night before, exhausted, I had fallen asleep almost immediately -- unusual for me.  I hadn't turned on the air conditioner, and it was hot.  Later, I woke up, got up and turned it on to 25C.  The second time was to piss in the bathroom.
I got up the next morning at 0730, as Cesar said to meet at 0830 for breakfast.
When I arrived downstairs, Cesar informed me of the plan.  This to leave the luggage at the hotel, and go sans to the bicycle shop.  Both of us needed such, particularly me as Senora Fetes was having a frustrating time shifting both the front and rear derailleurs.  However, when we got there, the tienda/taller was closed ('Gone fishing!')
Afterwards, we went to the 3-star hotel for breakfast.  Here not much for too much E.  But, que hacer?  Nothing much was open.
We went back to our hotel, packed and departed.
I followed Cesar, thought we were going wrong, south, but then the route was correct, just a 'round about' way of getting to the right highway.  It was up, way up, but once on the proper highway, down, down and more down.  We followed, ultimately, the Guadalquivir River to the Reservoir. It became semi-tropical, the flora, lush.
After a couple of hours (from Villanueva) we reached the dam ( represa in Es.).  Here we stopped at a 'snack bar' (don't know what they call these in Es.? Goggle says, lonchería).  Cesar knew the old couple operating, as has been here many times in the past.  He had a lively conversation with the husband.  Amazingly to me, this couple has operated this little business for 46 years!  Note, the dam began constructing in 1936, at the start of the Civil War.
We went on the highway, not far actually, when Cesar stopped to indicate diverting to a dirt road following the reservoir.  After riding on this unused dirt 'path' really, maybe 200mts. we stopped as this was our 'siesta' place for the day, the water just 50mts. down a rocky slope. 
Cesar after. unloading, went immediately to get in the water.  He loves to swim in a lake or river, au natural.  Not, much on a swimming pool, however.  If I'm a 'lizard' (largatija in Es.) he is a 'fish' (pescado in Es.).  I think I went down to the water once, stuck my feet in… I think Cesar in three different times.
This was a lovely spot for a rest, a nap, food, reading, etc. 
This was also the location where we were to meet two cycling companions joining us, Javier and Rafael (friends of Cesar's from near Malaga).  Cesar finally got a text message that they were but two hours away.   Of course, these two with wives, children, jobs, etc., more confined as to schedule had had to drive because of commitments.  Me, I'm 'hombre libre,' can go anytime, anywhere.  Cesar has a job, but was on medical leave.  Ah, modern life, so complicated.
Finally, Cesar got the message that Javier and Rafael were near, and would come on foot to meet us.
After a short reunion, it was decided that they would park their automovil back near the old couple's loncheria, then cycle back to meet us.  After we completed the trip and back in Monachil, Cesar would drive them back to retreive their automovil.
I decided to go ahead, as Cesar had warned the last stage up to Hornos (where staying for the night) was a very steep climb.
I went ahead, thinking the route would be difficult, but turned out not so.  Although he was right about the last 3KM. It went up steeply.  Somehow, however, this turned out to be not so much for me, as maybe I was stronger after yesterday, the 114KM, 15-hour day.
It's interesting when you tour cycle as an older person.  One day can be difficult, the next day easy, you never know.  One day you can feel strong, the next day weak, you're never quite sure why... You just keep going!
In Hornos, I parked, and waited resting on a public bench.  Cesar had mentioned a hostal and a restaurant, but I didn't know where they might be.
It wasn't long, however, maybe thirty minutes, when Cesar, Rafael and Javier appeared and I was relived, surprised actually.  Without a movil tele. I'm concerned if we get separated what to do, where to go, how to meet up again.
We toured Hornos, a village on a hilltop, Javier and Rafael in need of a mercado as well -- they needed food, Cesar water.  It's an interesting old Moro. fortification, now bursting with tourists like us.  You can sit on the terrace of a restaurant overlooking the valley and reservoir below.  Again, fotos. available at -- 160 now online.
After some discussion, I decided to stay in a hostal for the night.  Cesar, Javier and Rafael would camp out at a location 1KM down.  We would meet up the next morning at a restaurant which opened at 0700.
First, however, we had cena (dinner in Ingles), as it was Javier's 58th birthday, 'Felix Cumpleanos!'  He even paid!  Cesar sang 'Happy Birthday' in Spanish.
I was concerned about the hostal, checking in, etc., as I only had a fotocopy of my passport.  But, this turned out to be no problem, the room only 25E.  The room on the 3rd floor better than expected, although no air conditioner.  I suffered during the night from being too hot, but such is the nature of traveling… I should have camped with the 'boys,' but it's illegal in National Parks, and if caught comes with a 128E fine.  Better to play it safe sometimes.   The 'boys,' all citizens, me a guest in their country.
And now we were four!

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Language and thought: Declare war on misleading metaphors | The Economist

US election: 50 Trump supporters explain why - BBC News

Why is America so angry? - BBC News

So much for Gandhi's legacy!

Same 'wa-wa,' and people stupid enough to believe. Like with Trump!

We will pay for this!

When It Comes to Food, Americans Are Shamefully Wasteful:

'via Blog this'

Embarrassing: hacked emails show Democratic Party efforts to undermine Hillary Clinton’s rivals | South China Morning Post

Ego maniac!

Western Pathology! Now, U.S. patholgoy (materialism) infecting the world!

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Day #2:  from Cesar's farm house to Villanueva del Anzobispo, a 15-hour day, 9 cycling, 114KM
I'm up at 0420.  This after an O.K. night sleeping on a bed in Cesar's family's farm house.  No mosquitos, but bitten by something on the arm, maybe a spider.
I hustled about, trying not to awaken Cesar who had slept in the adjoining bedroom, with the door open.  It was still dark outside.
I made coffee and ate some fruit, bread for desayuno, took my vitamins.  I packed Senora Fetes.
Cesar was up at 0500, and we were off on time at 0600, needing lights.
Cycling to their gate/road on their long 300mt. driveway I dropped two empty plastic bottles (to deposit in trash bins somewhere) with a new bunjie chord, but kept going.  What was I thinking?  At the gate, Cesar waiting, I told him I had to go back to retrieve.  I walked back and was glad to find the bunjie chord and the bottles.
Onward to the highway.  I followed Cesar of course, as not knowing where I was going exactly.
It's interesting departing someplace in the dark, watching the sun rise, the light gradually making the torches unnecessary.  There was little automovil traffico, which makes it even more pleasant!  The highway, a small 'country' road was paved, but in need of repair.
The first village, Las Virtudes, is historic, Cesar explained, but now I forget why -- I think a very old iglesia (church).  We stopped there for Cesar to fill up his water jugs. This Region is 'De la Mancha,' of Don Quijote fame. It might have to do with, Cervantes?
Onward in the morning-before-sunrise coolness.  But, the sun appeared at 0700, and it became gradually, warmer and warmer. 
This is summer (verano in Es.) on the Spanish plain (some 200+KM north of Granada City); rolling hills all cultivated with something, olive-tree orchards (huertos de árboles de oliva in Es.), vinyards, etc.
At a village called, Torre de Juan Abad, we stopped for coffee.  Here I discovered problems with my derailleurs, but no bicycle shop, nor policia (Cesar thought of asking them for a tool I needed). 
I fixed the front derailleur, by tightening the cable, but the rear derailleur still a problem to this very day.  Ah, Antonio, what to do with you?
We cycled on, with gradually ascending terrain as we went south and east (more hills).
Up one hill an interesting village I made a note of, Villamanrique.  Why?  It just felt right perched up on the side of a hill. Always I need elevation wherever I live.   Note, Cochabamba, Bolivia, where I lived was up at 2,700mts. ASL.  The highest place in all of Spain is only 3500mts. ASL. Here in Monachil, only 800mts. ASL. (too low for me).
Finally, around 12noon we were back in Andalucia Region (note highway changed to better)), and a village called, Vento de los Santos.  We had cycled some 83KM in six hours or an average of 14KMPH. Here was a market, and we shopped for water and some food.  Cesar asked where we might might a nice place to rest, and we were directed to a rural church park, some 7KM south of the village.  It was called, Ermita de Nazareth.  Here we stopped for 'siesta.'
At roughly 1830, when cooler, we set off again, south and up a hill, passing another interesting village of Moro origins called, Chiclana de Segura.  These hilltop fortifications to protect from the invading Catholic armies. 
Onward, and now down and down.
At an intersection, Cesar asked for the map.  Thus, a right turn and up and up again.  By now, it was becoming arduous for me, Cesar always ahead, me trying not to be too much of a wait.
Then down again to the river, Guadalimar, then another 7KM up to Villanueva del Arzobispo.  By the time I got there, I was slightly delirious.  This had been 114KM in 9 hours of cycling, or an average of 12.5KMPH.  Plus, I was dehydrated.  Always a problem for me as I never, not liking water, drink enough.  After reaching the city centro, I told Cesar I must purchase mas agua de desportes (has electrolytes).  So, we coasted down to the supermercado.  I think I drank 2lts. of this, in the next hour.  Revived, I lived to tell this tale!  Note, it's different when you're 76-years old!  I had no idea we'd end up cycling 114KM / 68 miles up and down mountains in heat!  With weight, no less.
We decided to stay in a hotel, rather than camp -- ah, good idea as I had no energy for camping.  The first a 3-star Cesar didn't like, so we moved on to the next option. I forget the name, but good for only 25E per.  And the girls accepted the fotocopy of my passport.
Inside my room I collapsed.  I managed a shower.  I met Cesar downstairs for cena (dinner in Ingles) somewhat revived.  I ate a plain omlette.  Cesar complained about the quality of the food. Que hacer?  I felt like I was lucky to be even eating.
I spent a good night in luxury, turning on the air conditioner for cooler.
Wow, hard to believe our first real day cycling we managed such a distance!
But, a 15-hour day on the road, even with siesta, getting to be too much for this old man!

Friday, July 22, 2016

Vienna, Is this the most liveable city in the world!

Spanish farmers look for sweet success from Stevia plant

Welsh schoolboy dies on 560-mile cycling pilgrimage in Spain | UK news | The Guardian

Witness a year in the life of Earth, as seen from 1 million miles away - CNET

We have met the enemy and he is us!

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Cycling adventure with Cesar, Javier and Rafael…
First day, the bus to Almuradie (2 hours north), then riding to Cesar's family farm house near Santa Cruz de la Mudela…
I hadn't slept well, nothing new, too hot…
I had wondered about this trip in July, when so hot, but Cesar, the organizer, must have had his reasons (maybe only when Javier and Rafael, both teachers, available).
I packed 'Senor Fetes,' too much, too heavy, of course.  But, this is always a phenomenon of 'firsts.'  The 'first' day, and in this case, the first longer cycling trip in Spain (not knowing what to expect).  Cesar had said, we could get whatever we needed, but he doesn't realize what I need.  For example, I like to make my own coffee in the A.M., this with leche de soya and agave sweetener.  I know neither available along the way.  Additionally, I take my stove to heat the water.  I take vitamins.  A book.  All of this weighs…
I went to the local mercado (Corizan) to purchase things like eggs to hard boil.  I have to eat something every morning for desayuno, this to take vitamins.
I ate lunch around 12 noon.
Sonia was busy preparing for her 'party' (fiesta in Es.) that evening.  I knock off her coffee from the stove.  I've gotten clumsy in my old age.  We clean up the mess.
I was suppose to meet Cesar at 1400 hours (2P.M.) at the first gate.  No problem.  But, then there was a problem, a BIG one.  I hadn't noticed but the screw on one side of my rear rack had come loose.   Ah, there's always something when older, older me, and older bicycle. 
I go through my repair kit to see if I might have a 'nut' (tuerca in Es.) that will fit, as the threads in the frame have been stripped.  The only solution is a 'nut' to hold in the screw (tornillo en Es.).  But, try as I may to find, I didn't have.
Then Sonia appeared, a God send.  Note, I have guarding angels when I need, and they just appear.  The first thing she did was to fetch my pliers (alicates en Es.) from my room.
Then Cesar shows up as scheduled, all ready to go.  What to do, I can't depart without repairing the rack?  I'm stumped, but luckily we had decided to meet earlier than planned.  I ask about the bus, can we delay, etc.?  No, if not there, we just lose the money.
Then Sonia, without informing us, went to fetch our 'savior,' a guy named Shaun, who operates a tour-cycling company called RIDE SIERRA NEVADA.  I'd never met him, although we had exchanged messages.  The first thing he said was, 'Ah, you're Hutch.'  Note, he was born in Scotland, but like many northerners prefers the warmer climate of Andalusia (southern Spain).  I quickly explained the problem, the situation, gave him the screw, and he went off to his office, just 20 mts. away (what are the odds?).  This to see if he had a 'nut' that would fit.  When he didn't return for too long, I walked to his office, and lucky, he had a special 'nut,' one with 'nylon' that locks, and it fit perfectly.  I thanked him profusely! 
I attached the nut, and it worked, the rack now secure.  I reloaded my gear, and Cesar and I were off but 30 minutes late.  Of course, I thanked Sonia, who been the one to 'save the day!'
We made the bus station (Autobus Estacion) in plenty of time, and loaded.  Loading somewhat of a challenge, as I couldn't remove the front tire.  But, I managed to get Senor Fetes in the luggage compartment, as Cesar off to the 'Servicios' (toilet).  Note, the bus driver, has no help, thus passengers load/off load their luggage in Spain.
We took our seats, the bus going all the way to Madrid was completely full.  I was surprised actually, but this is summer and students are on the move.
ALSA, the bus company, very good actually, and what a relief from Bolivian buses that don't have a working toilet.  My t-shirt, I SURVIVED BOLDIVIA!
It was a lovely two-hour ride sitting in comfort, me dozing off, but mostly intent on observing the countryside - I'm always doing research as to terrain, grade, weather, etc..  I knew I'd be 'out there' some day riding north to Madrid.  
I can sleep while riding in automovils, buses, and ferrocarils;  I guess the 'rocking motion' relaxes me.  Air travel so unpleasant now I avoid at all costs!
If I can't get there via a bicycle, I just don't go.  That is, if alone, but this trip was special as organized by friend Cesar.  Note, read the last BLOK (22f) , as we ended up renting a van for 100KM (special requirement as Cesar had to be back in Monachil for a doctor's appt.).  Although somewhat of a 'purest,' I go 'with the flow!'
This bus to Madrid, made only one stop (Almuradie) for a refreshment break, etc.), but an ideal location to ride to Cesar's family's farm house, only 15KM away.
After unloading we loaded up gear and were on our way, the only stop in the village at a Farmacia, as Cesar needed to purchase sun block and I discovered that they had what I wasn't able to find in Granada, a natural insect repellant.  Note, I try not to use pharmos. when possible.
Cesar, ended up taking us the 'scenic,' or back way, and this was interesting.  First, crossing a  plowed field to get to the access road (challenging with narrow street tires on a heavy bicycle).  Of course, you can't cycle on the main highways in Spain, in Europe.
Then we were up and down on the old highway, adjacent the whizzing traffic.  Some times this old road was dirt, sometimes the remains of the original caraterra (highway).  Finally we crossed over to the east side, via an overpass.  But, this is when it got challenging.  Longer than I thought, and dirt, I joked with Cesar has he had said 'all hard surface on this trip.'  Not that I mind that much, but I remember one hill, I almost didn't make up to the crest.  Finally down, we stopped at an old Moro. (Moor-Moslem) well on the family property.  Then finally there, a farm house surrounded by cultivated fields.  They had been vineyards in the beginning, but were now cut wheat.  Fotos. at
It is a nice little house, the color, the ambiance.  We had planned to pitch our tents, but there was nothing but concreto or the cultivated fields.  I had wanted to try out my new tent, and Cesar needs cool.  But, finally, we both ended up sleeping inside. Me because my new tent requires stacks driven into ground, and Cesar because, by the time the party was over too late.
Cesar had planned a gathering of old friends from his home village.  But, they were all to come later for dinner (cena in Es.).  First Jose, then Antonio on a bicycle, then finally Juan-Carlos and Lola.  We had prepared a feast, and good, good people as well, but I went to bed at a reasonable hour (1000), as Cesar wanted to depart by 0600.  For me, than means getting up two hours prior to have coffee, breakfast, and load up.  In this case 0400!
The first day… We were on our way…

American Pathology!

Easy! We have been 'sped up,' by modern life! The 'time is money' idea. Money and profit have become God in the world. And it will be the death of us!


Stone is correct, what I've been predicting for a long time. And it will come with Trump: first Marshall Law, then dictatorship! You watch!

Hey, great idea! Go Coloradue!

MH370: Search for missing plane to be suspended not shut down - BBC News

American Pathology!

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Edward Snowden is a Russian Agent :: Politics :: Features :: Paste

American Pathology!

Edward Snowden Is Designing a Device That Will Protect Your Phone From Eavesdroppers | MONEY

American Pathology!

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Spain's most moving Civil War locations

WWIII building here in the South China Sea. China and allies versus U.S. and allies, and might go nuclear.

Brazilian Jihadist group becomes first in South America to pledge allegiance to Isis | Americas | News | The Independent

American Pathology!

Captain of Her Soul - The New Yorker

It's good that two women are the leaders of Germany and the U.K. Maybe a chance to solve what the male ego has destroyed!

American Pathology!

I did such on a bicycle, circumscribing the globe. But, this took 7 years!

Oh, woe be unto the men that did this!

The decline and fall of the U.S.

Notorious Victoria: the first woman to run for president | Eileen Horne | US news | The Guardian

'The graveyard of the Earth': inside City 40, Russia's deadly nuclear secret | Cities | The Guardian

They won't because it would mean loss of revenue (TV audience decrease), and the IOC worships money as God!

Death penalty executions at a 25 year high, Amnesty reports | euronews, world news

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

American's fighting back!

Cave art reveals religious encounters between Europeans and Native Americans -

Antiquity - ‘The Mona Chronicle’: the archaeology of early religious encounter in the New World - Cambridge Journals Online

I had one hummingbird hover in front of my face for minutes. This one day hiking up on Pike's Peak, Colorado, U.S.A.

Monday, July 18, 2016

Iraq’s grim lessons | The Economist: The male ego at its worst, the lust for oil, stupidity!

7 Cycling Words by

They, the Swiss, they invented clock time!

BBC - Culture - Ten ‘lost’ books you should read now

If you want to sell something, take off your clothes, go naked! Modern life is bereft of integrity!

The trick is getting beyond 'sense' reality!

We were in this area in 2010. I think we were in Rutong.

I used to cover this race (LeMans) for ABC Sports,Inc.

BBC - Future - Could this be the first nuclear-powered airliner?

BBC - Earth - Organisms might be quantum machines

American Pathology.

American Pathology!

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

I hope he got away safely! He harmed no one!

Monday, July 11, 2016

I've been saying the same thing, for some time now!

American Pathology!

American Pathology!

We have met the enemy and he is us, all of us, not just Trump.

‘Graceful in the lion’s den’: Photo of young woman’s arrest in Baton Rouge becomes powerful symbol - The Washington Post



It's worse, it's a 'Warm' war!

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About age, growing older, etc.  There seems to be a conflict in humanities' soul, particularly in the West.  We revere youth, but want to keep the body forever.
For me, it's quality, not quantity that's important.  I never aspired to old age, but here I am.
Most have a problem even discussing dying (my 'shedding of the body') as we've made it 'loss' rather than 'gain.'  I look forward to my 'transition' as I know where I'm going.  And it isn't 'heaven' or 'hell,' but another higher 'world' -- thus 'gain,' not 'loss!'
Bodily (senses) life is an opportunity that most don't know about, as 'modern life' such a distraction.  And organized religion not much help, a pllalitive, but little else.  It's all about 'knowing' rather than 'believing.'
One of my 'mentors,' was Dr. C.G. Jung, who I'm sure you know of... But, this story about him worth telling, something he said changed my life...He lived to an older age (86).  But, before he 'shed his body' the BBC interviewed him, several episodes, as his life so filled.  The interviewer left the great question for the very last.  He asked, 'Dr. Jung, do you believe in God?'  Jung, who was never quick to answer sucked on his pipe for a moment then responded, 'I don't have to believe,' I know!'   Sitting in a movie theater in Portland, Oregon (watching this), I was struck as with a flash of lightening!  'Wow, what does he know?' I asked myself.  Now, some 35 years later, I know what Jung knew!
Rudolf Steiner I've also studied, a good one to read.  He knew as well!
Don't be afraid of 'shedding the body,' look forward to it!

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Why Brexit is grim news for the world economy | The Economist

China needs innovation!

We have been and still are in a world-wide economic DEPRESSION! But, the politicians and so-called economists too scared (for their jobs) to call it such. And there's no end in sight, no real solution, except us. WE HAVE MET THE ENEMY AND HE IS US!

I lived in the Big Bend Nat. Park area for three years. I had many mystical experiences living there, writing a book about the history of the Stillwell family.

Wrong yet again!

Always the same Ka-ka!

Oh media, let's keep 'milking' this for all its $ worth, all the violence, fear, gore, death and destruction! OH WOE BE UNTO YOU!

'There's no money in it': prize-winning African author says writers must diversify to survive | Books | The Guardian

We have met the enemy and he is us!

An all-star lineup at the Human Rights Watch Film Festival 2016


Marriage, a bad idea!

‘Visions From The Inside’ Illustrates the Struggles and Resilience of Migrants Caught in US Detention Centers · Global Voices


Violence only leads to more, and soon coming to your 'local theater!'

80 years ago, Spain plunged into civil war | Bangkok Post: news

American Pathology!

You are entirely wrong, being one of the 'boosters' of Capitalism! And people are stupid enough to believe. Therein lies the problem. WE HAVE MET THE ENEMY AND HE IS US! I call it 'American Pathology,' the result of what all of us have created, and it's not good. We're 'unraveling' for sure, and have been for a long time. We stole this land from the Natives, and now the karma coming home to roost. Oh, be woes unto us!

What do Tour de France cyclists eat? | BBC Good Food

Of course it was! And we're a bunch of liars!

It's modern life that causes this, and ALL WRONG what WE ALL have created!

The bulls getting even!

American Pathology!

Saturday, July 09, 2016

Wrong again!

American Pathology!

World Building of the Year 2016 shortlist announced

After the Cultural Revolution: what western classical music means in China | Music | The Guardian

We teach them to kill, and then get upset when they do! Hypocrisy!

20 spectacular Towns of Andalusia -

Gnomon School of Visual Effects shaping the future of Hollywood | euronews, Cinema

Now another weapon of destruction, robots!

Johnson right about this. Street drugs are a symptom of the pathology caused by the culture we've created. But, of course, no one wants to admit this. WE HAVE MET THE ENEMY AND HE IS US!

Yes, Hillary, you are right! There is something wrong in the U.S., VERY WRONG! We have met the enemy and he is us!

C'mon Hillary, wake up!

You see the corpo. pharmo. world, evil! Only interested in profit!

American Pathology!

A building WW111 with Russia in Europe, and China, is S.E. Asia. I think good!

Friday, July 08, 2016

Edward Snowden says it's a 'dark day' in Russia after Vladimir Putin introduces draconian new surveillance laws | People | News | The Independent

U.K. Pathology!

American Pathology!

American Pathology!

More weapons, more war, more death! But, maybe this is good!