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.
This week I will be for Madrid to visit the embassy of Japan to see that I can obtain information and if they can help me in something.
The following innovation is that for when it returns already I will have a very small minicamera of video that I can always have above ready to record any thing that happens to me during the trip.
In the next entry, which is possible that it takes enough, I wait inagurar for the video blog to teach you the video minicamera and with little luck also a small video on the route of 50Km that I do close to Oviedo often.
Buses replete with pensioners lover of the gardening swirl in a raised area that does the parking times. I approach an eighty-year-old to ask him where I can leave my bike and nicely it indicates where there is a grill of iron discreetly hidden after a hedge me. (In fact here everything is discreetly escondito after a hedge or even more discreetly hidden with ivy)
In the box office hundreds of persons plunder my portfolio and, and 12 pounds charge from me for the entry (not that was Angkor Wat).
For several hours I discover what it is possible to do if you are millionaire and buy to yourself a castle. Although the most surprising thing is not that anybody spends the money in a place that others would consider to be “a patrimony“ the not most graceful thing the fact is that the current proprietor of the castle and the gardens, receives the earnings it is neither any department nor town hall or association for the conservation of the historical places, in fact the castle is a property of a Real estate agency. (I believe that if he had known it it would not have entered, almost I prefer that he receives the Anglican church from me).
That nobody misinterprets me, the place is beautiful and I suppose that every hedge pruned by Eduardo hands scissors deserves the million dollars of the uncle Waldorf but that thing about the real estate agency detaches certain tufillo to business extracts quarters that there masks the aroma of the history of the castle in which Ann Bolena was born.
Part of the arrangements for my next adventure for Japan consists of a new local map that I want to visit during the next trip. So far nothing new because I usually use very much google maps to do all kinds maps. But in this case I it have left open sea so that anyone could collaborate.
That is to say if someone has account of Google and adds that the map can add scoreboards of interesting places to “his maps”. I will continue to my rhythm calmly adding monuments, museums, holidays … any thing. Later when I am again on the highway I will try to join all the points with a red line as I did in another map.
At the moment this map has few points, I hope I add calmly a heap of places that I have in my scoreboards fruit of several months of compilation.
To see The Comeback of SusonoTabi in a bigger map
Of course you have no account with Google or one does not give you well this of the maps, I accept suggestions of any type.
That morning while I take a shower I reflect on one of the big mysteries of the humanity. Because it will find it hard so much work to make showers of that the water goes out to the same temperature during a little bit?
After the treatment “cold heat” of this morning I advance without sorrow or glory in direction of the coast, while I raise the one that for third time promises to be the last hill, until a freeway crosses in my way. Before being able to enjoy the breeze of the sea, I have to get rid of the cars swell and the ocean as award to my efforts one gives me agreeable winds alders, which were claiming that I was in another direction.
A rail bike at the edge of the beach takes me almost up to the town Littlehamptom opposite to a heap of detached houses in the first beach line with ships in garden to game with the curtain and vacationers' remains in the sand.
In a camping to the Littlehamptom outskirts I continue with my investigations on the showers of the world and the different strategies so that it should long to end as soon as possible with this torture. In this case, thanks to a few solar panels, the temperature of the water is stable. It is the pressure the one that changes often doing that I could not stop moving chasing the water jet that falls down of the artichoke to clear up.
Fortunately the lawn seems to be designed to lie down and I enjoy an agreeable siesta before the roars of my stomach wake up me claiming what is his.
According to the wikipedia (this information source if to contrast) the author of this list was not feeling satisfied with another work of beginning of the XIXth. That list was consisting of 90 famous mountains that the most famous painter and poet selected and did. According to the wikipedia what he did not like of that list is that it was including "small" mountains so instead of criticizing one started working and it selected 100 mountains for his elegance, history, character and height. It excluded from his list any mountain of less of 1500m
I count all this roll because I have just located 100 mountains in the map. It is not that he tries to climb 100 mountains, but it is possible that it bears them in mind at the time of deciding the route.
Sincerely I consider to be more interesting the list of 90 mountains but it turned out to be easier to find others so I also am going to discriminate to the mountains for his height to me.
