My first pinitos in the audio-visual world. I hope that it should not be too boring. Unfortunately all my spectators are going to endure all the shooting difficulties. The good part is that I have a heap of ideas so that this improves little by little.
Tail albatross cuts: It is a question of a big and rare bird that was taken at the edge of the extinction by the commerce of pens. Now it survives with difficulty nesting in two small islands. Torisnima (600Km to the south of Tokyo) and Kojima between Okinawa and Taiwan.
Amami not kuro usagi: This rabbit of dark hair is endemic of two small islands to in the Kagoshima south. It is considered to be a living fossil that in another time was living happy for the whole Asian continent. Cats resist the last small rabbits like unyielding Gauls to the attacks of the dogs although his habitat turns out to be more and more reduced because of the deforestation.
Iriomote Yamaneko: This pretty kitten of the size of a domestic cat hunts mice to full time in the island of Iriomote in Okinawa. Desafortuandamente his plans of dominating the world does not have good face, since scarcely a hundred of these felines stays running about for his tropical forests.
Be surprisingly enormous bug is the Japanese giant Salamander. As its own name indicates that also it is endemic of the archipelago and the second biggest of his species (only overcome by the Chinese giant salamander). Bishush in question that he inhabits in cold and crystalline waters of creeks and streams it can measure meter and a half of length and has a bocaca as to eat up an entire melon.
Sources: the wikipedia this information spring without contrasting and a flickr photo
In the middle of the interior sea between the islands of Honshu and Shikoku Shôdoshima is, hearth of something more about 30.000 inhabitants and typical tourist destination between the Japanese who can take a ferri from Himeji or Okayama to enjoy the peculiar tourist attractions.
The visitor can be from a version in miniature of the peregrination of 88 temples of Shikoku to an "Olive grove" if, they have read well. In 1908, epoch in which the cold-storage rooms were a science fiction, an olive grove stood firm to use the oil as preservative. These olive trees disembarked proceeding from Europe to produce the oil that later it would use to preserve fish with which one would feed the soldiers who later would fight against Russia.
Historically this island has been a place related to the meal soy sauce takes place, seaweed is cultivated and noodles stretch almost up to the infinite so that nations of the whole country sip his Sômen doing a lot of noise.
The orography of this island is quite eventful, what was making enough the cultivation of the rice difficult (that is like our bread of every day). But the technical difficulties were not a rival for the famine. So with water of the springs that run from the hillsides of the mountains, patience and stone on stone, the industrious ones of course rough highlanders, they constructed a few beautiful patios to cultivate rice.
It is supposed that that of Nakayama is one of the better preserved ricefields of the whole Japan and surely that there are cakes for eating the rice that grows in these hillsides.
But since not only of working the ground the man lives, during his of course scarce free time time, the peasants of the area enjoyed the pleasure of disguising themselves to turn into prostitutes, villains or gentlemen while they were representing works of kabuki. Nowadays the “kabuki of people” is one more attraction of the island, although that I hope that the functions and the tourists should skimp, so that the farmers and his families have time to breathe.
Source: the wikipedia (this isolated area of peace pair the information without contrasatar) and the web of the town hall of Shôdoshima.
Not without certain problems I already have at home the printed version of Suso not Tabi. I already only have left some details that to prepare for tomorrow and finally finished the arrangements for the Japan weekend.
On the other hand this morning there was published in “The Community” an interview that a few days ago they already did to me for the exiles' section. Thanks for the interview and for reading the blog.
I hope to have many things to be counted to the return of the weekend.
I came on Friday morning approximately 4 hours before it was opening the doors the pavilion of conventions of the country-house. And the fact is that this week without warning anybody the schedules had already changed and on Friday the doors would not be opened at 10 a.m. if not to las12. So it was me who was in my car at 8 a.m. without anything to do to part of taking something in a snack bar, reading the newspaper and spending cold.
At 10 a.m. they had already opened a few doors to themselves and several vans were spitting cartons. I enter the parking with the car and step to inside I hope someone says to me where my place is. Obviously the organization shines for his absence. There are no accreditations not, T-shirts to find the managers of regulating all this chaos.
After waiting 20 minutes for my table, finally I have a place assigned along with a stage next to the stand of the advice friki. At once I have everything ready and feel to admire the scenery, the doors are opened at 12 a.m. and the first visitors begin entering.
The day passes quite calmly, my neighbors be be play with his quilted sticks “the weapon” and me while, inside sat chatting with few people that if he wants done a glance to the maps.
On the following day the struggle recrudece and opposite to my stand the people fight with his laser sabers for gaining access to my educations. A little age the people who if he wants was looking out of the corner of the eye at my table while they were waiting to sign up to the softcombat tournament and less still there were the capable ones of joining a bicycle a few maps and a book with a trip in bicycle for Japan.
Hundreds of persons of all the ages and condition friki were parading that one place with his attentive plush ears to any sheet with subversive messages and with his marsupios full of posters, comics and other products related to the industry of the entertainment. 
In next deliveries I will teach you videos and will comment to you on everything what spent to me Sunday that has no waste. It might be one of the adventures of susonotabi perfectly.
One sunny Sunday morning, loaded I with my two rucksacks, go out to the cold street ready to eat up what stays of weekend, and later to to my house do losses inventory again.
I walk with firm step thinking about my breakfast, to double the corner and bait my two bundles in the porter of the car. Searching in the pocket I walk it was doing the entry, I extract the key and open the car. I already had the hand in the cold manacle of the door when I notice slightly strangely inside. I raise the sight little by little and discover a heap of of glazing that earlier were part of the window of the accompanist interspersed by the car. To part of all the roles and other garbage accumulated for months I have accumulated and now it was resting anyway.
Mounted in his crane the car goes away be quiet below while I fought on my rucksacks hope that the cabdriver should open the porter of his SEAT Toledo. We converse while I admire the sceneries of the street 30 me before meeting again again with the parallel reality of Japan Weekend.
After the doors of the pavilion of congresses he had already stopped being an any human being who inhabits the sad world of that they all want to flee. At the moment when I crossed these doors I had turned into Susonauta, the impermeable superhero and intranspirable.
Pranks to part, the Sundays visitors were much more receptive to my stand. Most of the persons that they happened to see with age that one this morning after buying a bread bar were stopping opposite to my table to listen to my histories in distant grounds and were returning to his couches with a small book under the arm. Which should have been a truce of the destination because this way to the return it would not have already to load with a box full of books to part of the bike, the trestle and the rucksacks.
A video that I extracted on Saturday morning when there were still few people and sometimes it was possible to see up to the stage from my Stand.
