<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307</id><updated>2011-11-27T22:51:36.026-02:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRO CONE SUL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-5602271377372947402</id><published>2010-02-22T16:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:33:12.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BUENA ONDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S4LbcBlfjXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YxND24NwwNg/s1600-h/DSC09354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441152574325493106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S4LbcBlfjXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YxND24NwwNg/s320/DSC09354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cruzamos a fronteira entre Colômbia e Venezuela por Macaio e seguimos pela costa até a capital, Caracas. Ainda pelo litoral fomos até Barcelona e seguimos ao Sul, passando por Ciudad Bolívar, até Santa Helena de Uairén, apenas dez km da fronteira brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A “Revolução Popular” organizada por Hugo Chávez passa por um momento crítico, com um custo de vida muito alto para os venezuelanos, sendo que a rejeição do presidente aumenta gradativamente em todas as classes sociais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eu sai da minha terra por ter sina viageira, cum seis meses de viagem eu vivi uma vida inteira. Saí bravo, cheguei manso, macho da mesma maneira. Estrada foi boa mestra, me deu lição verdadeira, coragem num tá no grito e nem riqueza na algibeira, e os pecado de domingo quem paga é segunda-feira. Vamo-nos embora, ê ê, vamo-nos embora camará, pra esse mundo afora ê ê, pra esse mundo afora câmara.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma experiência única e inexplicável, passando pela neve, desertos, ruínas, praias, selva, praças e capitais. Tentamos compartilhar aquilo que vimos e vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que a verdadeira revolução não está na militarização antiimperialista de Chávez, tampouco na guerra que Uribe tenta travar contra o resto do mundo e muito menos no neoliberalismo chileno. A verdadeira revolução é pessoal e interior, trata-se de evoluir como pessoa no mundo em que vivemos, trata-se do amor ao próximo e a nossa terra, trata-se da união.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que nos torna pessoas melhores? O que nos diferencia do próximo? Por que o ser humano, que é capaz de amar, também é capaz de odiar e destruir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe a cada um buscar as repostas para estas e outras perguntas e enfim decidir como agir consigo e com o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos que nosso objetivo tenha sido alcançado, compartilhando as belezas desse imenso continente e quiçá servido de algum tipo de inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única certeza é que vivemos em um lindo e rico continente, repleto de boas pessoas e cuja história e cultura jamais serão abaladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora só nos resta nosso sangue latino, muita coragem e determinação.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-5602271377372947402?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/5602271377372947402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2010/02/buena-onda.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/5602271377372947402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/5602271377372947402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2010/02/buena-onda.html' title='BUENA ONDA'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S4LbcBlfjXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YxND24NwwNg/s72-c/DSC09354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-6170556142100577575</id><published>2010-02-18T18:35:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:06:28.916-02:00</updated><title type='text'>COLÔMBIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32qvf_n8cI/AAAAAAAAAc8/FluoLwBQXE0/s1600-h/DSC09240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439691657952358850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32qvf_n8cI/AAAAAAAAAc8/FluoLwBQXE0/s320/DSC09240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seguindo sentido Norte pela Ruta Panamericana saímos de Quito para chegar à Colômbia. Da fronteira à Cali (capital da salsa) são aproximadamente duzentos km por um território ainda considerado hostil pelo governo, dentro dos sessenta por cento do território do país onde o governo colombiano de fato exerce soberania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as estradas encontram-se fortemente vigiadas pela policia e o exército nacional, com “blitz” a cada vinte km. Ademais, esse é o país com o maior número de pedágios, além de cobrar as maiores taxas do Continente Sulamericano. Incrivelmente não se nota a aplicação correta desses valores cobrados em infra-estrutura, pois, além da geografia de um país dividido pelas Cordilheiras, o asfalto encontra-se em más condições, estradas repletas de caminhões e quase todo o caminho com pista única.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos informados pelas autoridades que ao Norte de Cali não existe nenhum risco aos viajantes, apesar da recente execução do Governador desse Estado pela guerrilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando a capital Bogotá desfrutamos das noites alucinantes da cidade. Além da noite, existem diversos passeios culturais, como o Museu del Oro, com peças produzidas pelas comunidades pré-hispânicas que aqui habitaram. Ainda tivemos a chance de acompanhar o maior clássico futebolístico do país, Millionários contra Nacional, e presenciamos o show da hinchada colombiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O presidente Álvaro Uribe conta com um impressionante apoio popular e tem como seu maior êxito no governo tornar as estradas seguras. Segue governando com um único intuito e principal promessa da campanha eleitoral, liberar o país das Forças Armadas Revolucionárias da Colômbia (FARC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notamos que a maior parte da população está cansada dos mais de quarenta anos de guerrilha, mas ainda assim as bases que o governo Norte Americano está construindo no país encontram enorme rejeição, ainda mais com o fundamento de que as FARC controlam a produção de cocaína no país do narcotráfico, uma vez que é notório que ambos os lados lucram com a produção e distribuição da droga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entre a capital e o litoral caribenho do país está Medellín, antigamente território controlado pelo maior cartel de drogas do mundo e hoje, anos após a morte de Pablo Escobar (El Patrón), é um dos principais destinos turísticos da Colômbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, o que realmente impressiona são as águas cristalinas do caribe e as lindas praias, devendo-se dar destaque à Taganga (pequeno povoado perto de Santa Marta) e o incrível Parque Tyronna, reserva ecológica localizada perto da fronteira com a Venezuela, onde o visitante pode acampar por dias e aproveitar os dias para conhecer as praias do parque, seguindo por trilhas em meio à natureza e onde facilmente se vê animais silvestres, como macacos e diversos pássaros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse exuberante país, aparentemente cheio de contradições, realmente pode apaixonar o viajante, não apenas pelas lindas praias e cidades, mas também pelo simpático e carismático povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32ouPa08TI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6dcUSH0HdQI/s1600-h/DSC09271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; 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HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439690210665363234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32pbQbg9yI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-ZX8Ya6N0I4/s200/DSC09261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32mt-et8pI/AAAAAAAAAb0/O7mTvTOwonU/s1600-h/DSC09288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439687233729589906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32mt-et8pI/AAAAAAAAAb0/O7mTvTOwonU/s200/DSC09288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32muVgfB1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/0GREsVLd6G4/s1600-h/DSC09278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439687239911016274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32muVgfB1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/0GREsVLd6G4/s200/DSC09278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32mtRFnTiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QWMgRjkgH7M/s1600-h/DSC09291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439687221544701474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32mtRFnTiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QWMgRjkgH7M/s200/DSC09291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32oLUrlVPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/s2XDg1DmJX0/s1600-h/DSC09330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439688837416965362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32oLUrlVPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/s2XDg1DmJX0/s200/DSC09330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32lsMFB_lI/AAAAAAAAAbc/CMi4SQ55gK4/s1600-h/DSC09321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439686103508581970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32lsMFB_lI/AAAAAAAAAbc/CMi4SQ55gK4/s200/DSC09321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32nvJiSPtI/AAAAAAAAAcM/-6bG1iNUG0c/s1600-h/DSC09341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439688353388838610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32nvJiSPtI/AAAAAAAAAcM/-6bG1iNUG0c/s200/DSC09341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32nuvs9jqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/hp55a3UUd0o/s1600-h/DSC09333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439688346454298274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32nuvs9jqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/hp55a3UUd0o/s200/DSC09333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-6170556142100577575?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/6170556142100577575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2010/02/colombia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/6170556142100577575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/6170556142100577575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2010/02/colombia.html' title='COLÔMBIA'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S32qvf_n8cI/AAAAAAAAAc8/FluoLwBQXE0/s72-c/DSC09240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-5169524965263983129</id><published>2010-01-23T00:04:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:09:21.906-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EQUADOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1pnHSTyKnI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HvvBfT2KnkI/s1600-h/DSC09230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429765675620117106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1pnHSTyKnI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HvvBfT2KnkI/s320/DSC09230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poucos kms ao norte de Mancôra está a fronteira com o Equador. Seguimos pela Ruta Panamericana até El Triunfo e nos dirigimos a Guayaquil, maior cidade do país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo pela Ruta Costeira chegamos há Ruta del Sol, sendo certo que a grande maioria das estradas do país estão em obras, seguramente uma grande melhoria para o país, contudo o mesmo sofre com problemas mais drásticos, como a falta de escolas e hospitais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os lados estão propagandas do atual governo dito esquerdista, mas com um slogan que deixaria o Sr. Maluf com inveja, pois aqui “La revolucion hacemos com obras”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com uma paisagem muito tropical e plantações de bananas por todos os lados o Equador se mostra um país muito charmoso, especialmente pelas praias, que além de procuradas por surfistas atraem turistas de toda parte do mundo para desfrutar a água caliente no Oceano Pacífico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante a festa de ano novo todas as praias da Ruta del Sol estão cheias, seguramente Montañita é o principal paradeiro mas outras praias também se destacam pela festa, como Puerto Lopez e Manta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as estradas levam a Quito. Optamos por seguir de Manta a San Domingo e subir a cordilheira. Uma estrada linda e um tanto perigosa, sendo praticamente inviável durante a noite, mas que também se encontra em fase de duplicação da pista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A capital, Quito, está localizada na linha do Equador e a dois mil e oitocentos metros de altitude, com apenas um milhão e meio de habitantes. O país passa por um racionamento de energia, o que gera protestos diários junto ao Palácio Presidencial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de simpática, a capital apresenta uma incrível falta de infra-estrutura, mas ao mesmo tempo é patrimônio cultural da humanidade, valendo a viagem não apenas pelos museus e teatros, mas também pela linda vista de montes nevados em meio a Cordilheira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1pfUF2AGNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/klVukUNa07Y/s1600-h/DSC09158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429757099519252690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1pfUF2AGNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/klVukUNa07Y/s200/DSC09158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1pc6_ROtlI/AAAAAAAAAak/tOmjtuHtug4/s1600-h/DSC09160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429754469234423378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1pc6_ROtlI/AAAAAAAAAak/tOmjtuHtug4/s200/DSC09160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1pc6a3k4yI/AAAAAAAAAac/nvU2Q_KSnss/s1600-h/DSC09213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429754459463148322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1pc6a3k4yI/AAAAAAAAAac/nvU2Q_KSnss/s200/DSC09213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1pazdf87RI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4yNO4KjVOH4/s1600-h/STA40224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429752140887026962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1pazdf87RI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4yNO4KjVOH4/s200/STA40224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1paznB2wAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/najt5bTxayo/s1600-h/DSC09219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429752143445147650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1paznB2wAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/najt5bTxayo/s200/DSC09219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1payx5aSOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/oXwBAptrb2M/s1600-h/STA40233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429752129182648546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1payx5aSOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/oXwBAptrb2M/s200/STA40233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1payaUm6gI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ot3QLpik-us/s1600-h/DSC09229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429752122854271490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1payaUm6gI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ot3QLpik-us/s200/DSC09229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-5169524965263983129?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/5169524965263983129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2010/01/equador.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/5169524965263983129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/5169524965263983129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2010/01/equador.html' title='EQUADOR'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/S1pnHSTyKnI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HvvBfT2KnkI/s72-c/DSC09230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-1375020129130639519</id><published>2009-12-17T20:30:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:56:53.712-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LIMA E LITORAL NORTE PERUANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq2SmEKX9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/k40-PvtB4hE/s1600-h/DSC09075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416341932438347730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq2SmEKX9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/k40-PvtB4hE/s320/DSC09075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pela Ruta Panamericana é possível ir de Nazca ao Equador, passando por Lima e pelo litoral norte peruano. A estrada está em boas condições por todo o trajeto, talvez por conta do alto valor dos pedágios cobrados ao longo do caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq1lzVqvMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PcWJOn6gNII/s1600-h/DSC09098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416341162907319490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq1lzVqvMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PcWJOn6gNII/s200/DSC09098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq1mabj7WI/AAAAAAAAAZs/a48ixzCsIcQ/s1600-h/DSC09074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416341173401021794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq1mabj7WI/AAAAAAAAAZs/a48ixzCsIcQ/s200/DSC09074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A capital do país possuí os mesmos problemas das grandes cidades, como tráfego intenso, estadias caras e uma diferença social nítida. Com mais de oito milhões e meio de habitantes e banhada pelo Oceano Pacífico a cosmopolita cidade possuí gigantes aranhas céus em contraste com a pobreza da periferia. Ainda assim os passeios culturais são bastante agradáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No caminho ao Equador é possível relaxar ao longo das belíssimas praias peruanas, onde o surf é a atração preferida. Apesar da água fria de quase todo o litoral muitos turistas buscam as perfeitas ondas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq0WeeFVnI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ikmghX6uYug/s1600-h/DSC09112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416339800095807090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq0WeeFVnI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ikmghX6uYug/s200/DSC09112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq0W7e-rzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/eHCAjqHPATk/s1600-h/DSC09103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416339807884193586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq0W7e-rzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/eHCAjqHPATk/s200/DSC09103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq0VDg8rkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/m2jl8cScJvk/s1600-h/DSC09143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416339775680196162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq0VDg8rkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/m2jl8cScJvk/s200/DSC09143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq0Vrc3WLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7ZjeunHisBY/s1600-h/DSC09118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416339786400487602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq0Vrc3WLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7ZjeunHisBY/s200/DSC09118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deve-se dar destaque a cidade de Trujillo e as praias que a rodeiam, como Huanchaco, pequeno pueblo localizado a trinta km da segunda maior cidade do país. Mais ao norte, a menos de cento e setenta km da fronteira com o Equador, está Mancora, um pueblo encantador onde o kitesurf e o surf são extramente praticados. Com ondas grandes e mar de água quente Mancora conta também com uma vida noturna bastante agitada durante o verão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SyqyCCLtQLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/d-XOXvmXxkE/s1600-h/DSC09138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416337249881899186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SyqyCCLtQLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/d-XOXvmXxkE/s320/DSC09138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-1375020129130639519?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/1375020129130639519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/12/lima-e-litoral-norte-peruano.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/1375020129130639519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/1375020129130639519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/12/lima-e-litoral-norte-peruano.html' title='LIMA E LITORAL NORTE PERUANO'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Syq2SmEKX9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/k40-PvtB4hE/s72-c/DSC09075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-1566359666048157747</id><published>2009-12-07T19:44:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:12:33.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LINHAS DE NAZCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx19XZKn12I/AAAAAAAAAY0/nAAhBB2j0Y8/s1600-h/DSC09046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412620168015107938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx19XZKn12I/AAAAAAAAAY0/nAAhBB2j0Y8/s320/DSC09046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saindo de Cusco a estrada que segue à Nazca se encontra em boas condições, contudo o caminho é muito sinuoso, o que leva uma viagem de seiscentos e sessenta km demorar em torno de doze horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazca é uma cidade de aproximadamente trinta mil habitantes, situada em uma zona árida da Republica Peruana, porém conta com um sistema de irrigação criado pelos pré-incas e um dos mais modernos existentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A economia da cidade é basicamente voltada para o turismo, pois apenas sete km da praça de armas estão às misteriosas linhas de Nazca, desenhos na terra que datam de mais de dois mil anos, cuja origem, forma e finalidade são desconhecidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitidamente visível a bordo de uma aeronave, cujo aluguel custa em torno de cinqüenta dólares, as linhas são principal atrativo da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Existem algumas teorias que tentam explicar a existência dessas linhas, como a sua criação por seres extraterrestres, utilizados como calendários por póvos pré-incas, pura demonstração de arte e sabedoria (de um povo que tinha até complexos sistemas de aquedutos e técnicas agrícolas) ou então culto aos deuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer maneira é uma experiencia interessante para quem explora o altiplano peruano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx17t6YhVCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/dYf5DqGv1GA/s1600-h/DSC09030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412618355865637922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx17t6YhVCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/dYf5DqGv1GA/s200/DSC09030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx17tsgb7II/AAAAAAAAAYc/qxG3imCuK0M/s1600-h/DSC09037+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412618352140741762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx17tsgb7II/AAAAAAAAAYc/qxG3imCuK0M/s200/DSC09037+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx17szwhcMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/CYn6Bwlucnk/s1600-h/DSC09039+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412618336907391170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx17szwhcMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/CYn6Bwlucnk/s200/DSC09039+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx17sexDF6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/9LeQFKP-H0U/s1600-h/DSC09042+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412618331272452002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx17sexDF6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/9LeQFKP-H0U/s200/DSC09042+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx15i2Bs_0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/5h4EyTTeLjw/s1600-h/DSC09052+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412615966694375234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx15i2Bs_0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/5h4EyTTeLjw/s200/DSC09052+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx15jZpXB7I/AAAAAAAAAYE/OPc5VXzkhWw/s1600-h/DSC09045+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412615976255948722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx15jZpXB7I/AAAAAAAAAYE/OPc5VXzkhWw/s200/DSC09045+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx15iIaNgVI/AAAAAAAAAXs/c840KxRBy6A/s1600-h/DSC09055+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412615954449138002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx15iIaNgVI/AAAAAAAAAXs/c840KxRBy6A/s200/DSC09055+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx15ia_iq1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/WZE3uAahmLk/s1600-h/DSC09054+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412615959437552466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx15ia_iq1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/WZE3uAahmLk/s200/DSC09054+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx14-Th79iI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vKrkPRc685k/s1600-h/DSC09060+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 89px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412615338959042082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx14-Th79iI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vKrkPRc685k/s200/DSC09060+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx14-nMMdTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/YAFi_e1eWDs/s1600-h/DSC09057+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412615344236557618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx14-nMMdTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/YAFi_e1eWDs/s200/DSC09057+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx149qIzKLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0gzVTPYBmD8/s1600-h/DSC09067+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412615327847753906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx149qIzKLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0gzVTPYBmD8/s200/DSC09067+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx1492rYYfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GpCnN13xelk/s1600-h/DSC09061+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412615331214025202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx1492rYYfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GpCnN13xelk/s200/DSC09061+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-1566359666048157747?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/1566359666048157747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/12/linhas-de-nazca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/1566359666048157747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/1566359666048157747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/12/linhas-de-nazca.html' title='LINHAS DE NAZCA'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sx19XZKn12I/AAAAAAAAAY0/nAAhBB2j0Y8/s72-c/DSC09046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-3135250488264358250</id><published>2009-11-27T15:27:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:00:35.872-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MACHU PICCHU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxATZeupG6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/se-yulMIQ5c/s1600/DSC09013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408844480938318754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxATZeupG6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/se-yulMIQ5c/s320/DSC09013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dispostos a explorar a região do Valle Sagrado e as ruínas de Machu Picchu partimos de Cusco a Ollantaytambo e seguimos, cruzando a Cordilheira Urubamba, até chegar ao povoado de Santa Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrada segue asfaltada até aproximadamente cem km de Ollantaytambo e a partir daí inicia uma das mais charmosas trilhas do Continente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da paisagem deslumbrante o caminho não deixa de ser perigoso e segue até uma hidroelétrica localizada há vinte km de Santa Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhamos então por duas horas seguindo o trilho do trem, acompanhado pelo Rio Urubamba, até chegar a Águas Calientes, porta de entrada do Santuário Histórico de Machu Picchu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é somente um dos caminhos conhecidos e o mais econômico para quem vai de carro ou onibus, para os amantes do trekking existe a trilha inca (inca trail), onde o viajante pode fazer a caminhada em duas opções, quatro dias partindo de Qoriwayrachina (39 Km) ou dois dias partindo de Chachabamba (19 Km).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do alto valor cobrado pelas agencias de viagem a trilha inca tem uma imensa procura, onde o viajante tem que fazer uma reserva com pelo menos um mês e meio de antecedência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo repleto de aventura e belezas naturais existe uma grande exploração dos guias que levam todas as bagagens desses viajantes, alem de montar as barracas e preparar os alimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trilha inca tem seu final em Intipunku, a entrada principal do templo que em quéchua significa “entrada del sol” e que em 21 de junho dia do solstício de inverno o raio do sol ilumina diretamente a cidade perdida intiwatana (que significa amarrar ao sol) onde teriam medidas astronômicas para o tempo e as estações do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ruínas são impressionantes e misteriosas, hoje um local turístico e antigamente sede do império Inca, onde viveram aproximadamente mil pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No topo de Waynapicchu (montanha localizada ao lado de Machu Picchu e onde se cultuava a Lua) se pode ver a majestosa cidade e uma vista panorâmica de todo o vale que a rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A precisão nas construções impressiona, mas o que realmente chama a atenção foi o local cuidadosamente escolhido. Um lugar realmente lindo e geograficamente perfeito em termos de segurança militar do Império.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os questionamentos sobre a forma em que a cidade foi construída são constantes e ainda se pode sentir uma energia mística emergindo deste local que realmente deve ser considerado sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fato as palavras são inúteis diante desta realidade fantástica, onde magia e verdade caminham lado a lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxARU91NsCI/AAAAAAAAAWE/sF-XFP1uRVw/s1600/DSC08910.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxARVJ8q9cI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oROk7atKvlE/s1600/DSC08904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408842207617283522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxARVJ8q9cI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oROk7atKvlE/s200/DSC08904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxASzhaiJbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qsYm_VLn-Sk/s1600/DSC08915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408843828824253874" style="WIDTH: 200px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxANpnUSDMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kGz2whb2pzI/s200/DSC08974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxANpYDvlyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YgIWhC2Esg0/s1600/DSC09001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408838156955916066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxANpYDvlyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YgIWhC2Esg0/s200/DSC09001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxANoahBUGI/AAAAAAAAAUk/PxZh_V30zD4/s1600/DSC09022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408838140435714146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxANoahBUGI/AAAAAAAAAUk/PxZh_V30zD4/s200/DSC09022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxANo9Sf_RI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ITt8gWvXYas/s1600/DSC09011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408838149770050834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxANo9Sf_RI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ITt8gWvXYas/s200/DSC09011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-3135250488264358250?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/3135250488264358250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/11/machu-picchu.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/3135250488264358250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/3135250488264358250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/11/machu-picchu.html' title='MACHU PICCHU'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SxATZeupG6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/se-yulMIQ5c/s72-c/DSC09013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-2772155979154416916</id><published>2009-11-16T20:12:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:34:44.032-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CUSCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHSnQN_TTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/CmJaCfkzeFM/s1600/DSC08870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404832599631678770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHSnQN_TTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/CmJaCfkzeFM/s320/DSC08870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apenas oito km depois de Copacabana chegamos a fronteira com a Republica Peruana. Seguindo pela Ruta Panamericana passamos por Puno e chegamos à Cusco, cidade localizada no coração das Américas e parada obrigatória para quem vai explorar as inúmeras ruínas incas e espanholas da região.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHR_x2saBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OKyKUPm1_cQ/s1600/DSC08857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404831921466009618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHR_x2saBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OKyKUPm1_cQ/s200/DSC08857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHSAHpxEeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BynnT65UXBI/s1600/DSC08869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404831927317369314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHSAHpxEeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BynnT65UXBI/s200/DSC08869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma cidade com aproximadamente trezentos mil habitantes (grande maioria de origem quéchua) e localizada a três mil e quatrocentos metros de altitude. Cidade espetacular onde se respira história e cultura, com uma arquitetura muito bem conservada pode-se conhecer ruínas da comunidade Inca, que aqui estabeleceu a “sede” de seu império que data de mais de quatro mil anos, e ao mesmo tempo se nota uma grande influência da colonização espanhola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Localizada no centro da cidade está a Plaza de Armas, cercada por prédios históricos do período colonial. A sudeste da praça está um antigo caminho Inca, com paredes que datam de mais de três mil anos e que ainda permanece um mistério para ciência e engenharia, uma vez que até a hoje não existe uma tecnologia capaz de reproduzir tamanha perfeição no encaixe das pedras que pesam toneladas e não cabe um fio de cabelo entre as mesmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHRGWoeXSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qAz6g35GzIw/s1600/DSC08863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404830934906068258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHRGWoeXSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qAz6g35GzIw/s200/DSC08863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHRGviXpLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9puFgQUhNas/s1600/DSC08859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404830941591348402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHRGviXpLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9puFgQUhNas/s200/DSC08859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHRF5oe2zI/AAAAAAAAATs/9dw7GOowntM/s1600/DSC08872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404830927121472306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHRF5oe2zI/AAAAAAAAATs/9dw7GOowntM/s200/DSC08872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHRGKUCxOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Sc0tGwm489A/s1600/DSC08871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404830931599148258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHRGKUCxOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Sc0tGwm489A/s200/DSC08871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em Cusco é possível conhecer diversas igrejas coloniais e museus, além de feiras regionais de artesanatos típicos. Ademais, existem quatro ruínas próximas a cidade, utilizadas provavelmente para rituais de sacrifício, além de uma fortaleza Inca que também deveria ser utilizada como um grande santuário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHPiOoHoJI/AAAAAAAAATU/nyNAuLdrL3M/s1600/DSC08853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404829214770176146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHPiOoHoJI/AAAAAAAAATU/nyNAuLdrL3M/s200/DSC08853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHPihmJ1II/AAAAAAAAATk/du8P_4nyZMc/s1600/DSC08868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404829219862205570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHPihmJ1II/AAAAAAAAATk/du8P_4nyZMc/s200/DSC08868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHPiXTp10I/AAAAAAAAATc/SLOVe_Nt2OQ/s1600/DSC08852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404829217100257090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHPiXTp10I/AAAAAAAAATc/SLOVe_Nt2OQ/s200/DSC08852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com um povo simpático e atencioso, além de malandro como os brasileiros, nos sentimos em casa em Cusco. Além da beleza natural e histórica da região, é um bom local para se estabelecer e explorar a cultura Inca (localizada próxima ao Valle Sagrado) ponto de partida para conhecer a cidade perdida de Machu Picchu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-2772155979154416916?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/2772155979154416916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/11/cusco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/2772155979154416916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/2772155979154416916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/11/cusco.html' title='CUSCO'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SwHSnQN_TTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/CmJaCfkzeFM/s72-c/DSC08870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-1999625158313384221</id><published>2009-11-09T23:38:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:25:48.362-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ISLA DEL SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjL4Je3wYI/AAAAAAAAATM/daqttUe0h8k/s1600-h/DSC08709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402291918509425026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjL4Je3wYI/AAAAAAAAATM/daqttUe0h8k/s320/DSC08709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Localizada no lado boliviano do Lago Titicaca, há uma hora e meia de barco de Copacabana, está a “Isla del Sol”, uma ilha que além de deslumbrante é considerada sagrada segundo a cultura Inca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste local encontra-se a rocha sagrada, ponto de partida de toda cultura Inca. De acordo com essa mitologia foi na isla que nasceu o Sol, o principal Deus Inca, e também que Manco Cápac e Mama Ocllo, os primeiros Incas, fizeram suas aparições místicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma durante séculos se cultiva o Deus Sol na isla de diversas maneiras, constando até sacrifícios humanos na história desta que é a maior ilha do Lago Titicaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos quatorze km quadrados da isla é possível passear por diversas ruínas dessa cultura milenar que ainda gera mistério e fascínio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjJB_3WgCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WRTetzNMijg/s1600-h/DSC08734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402288789191557154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjJB_3WgCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WRTetzNMijg/s200/DSC08734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjJCM8aIuI/AAAAAAAAATE/jZM7nHJJiAs/s1600-h/DSC08717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402288792702427874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjJCM8aIuI/AAAAAAAAATE/jZM7nHJJiAs/s200/DSC08717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjIF1vuvOI/AAAAAAAAASs/6_bvPlNJIBQ/s1600-h/DSC08745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402287755683085538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjIF1vuvOI/AAAAAAAAASs/6_bvPlNJIBQ/s200/DSC08745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjIGeLGyiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qyudd1wLFtw/s1600-h/DSC08727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402287766535326242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjIGeLGyiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qyudd1wLFtw/s200/DSC08727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjIFV833KI/AAAAAAAAASc/8zPpVNH9KeM/s1600-h/DSC08763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402287747148274850" style="WIDTH: 200px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjF8h8utyI/AAAAAAAAASU/fcof8FIX7O8/s200/DSC08766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjF7ttjYsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3h6eJGZE4JE/s1600-h/DSC08830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402285382704521922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjF7ttjYsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3h6eJGZE4JE/s200/DSC08830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjF8GOiVtI/AAAAAAAAASE/9HP9zwOSyMk/s1600-h/DSC08823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402285389285316306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjF8GOiVtI/AAAAAAAAASE/9HP9zwOSyMk/s200/DSC08823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-1999625158313384221?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/1999625158313384221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/11/isla-del-sol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/1999625158313384221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/1999625158313384221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/11/isla-del-sol.html' title='ISLA DEL SOL'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SvjL4Je3wYI/AAAAAAAAATM/daqttUe0h8k/s72-c/DSC08709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-7175971587252656148</id><published>2009-11-02T12:42:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:41:49.974-02:00</updated><title type='text'>COPACABANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su78q71ArvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EFRxY6Pyh2g/s1600-h/DSC08618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399530817808543474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su78q71ArvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EFRxY6Pyh2g/s320/DSC08618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prosseguimos pela Ruta 1 de La Paz até Huarina e pegamos a Panamericana até Tiquina. Em Tiquina, localizada a quarenta km de Copacabana, cruzamos um trecho do Lago Titicaca em uma balsa artesanal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su77hM2mP6I/AAAAAAAAARs/hRZKOeX4Epk/s1600-h/DSC08682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529551068282786" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su77hM2mP6I/AAAAAAAAARs/hRZKOeX4Epk/s320/DSC08682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su77g6aAFLI/AAAAAAAAARk/MmniSUQ9s8o/s1600-h/DSC08586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529546116502706" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su77g6aAFLI/AAAAAAAAARk/MmniSUQ9s8o/s320/DSC08586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Copacabana é um povoado de vinte cinco mil habitantes, localizada a três mil e oitocentos metros do nível do mar e a nove km da fronteira com o Peru; às margens do Lago Titicacaca, o maior lago do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su76Lf5NxuI/AAAAAAAAARU/aexj_VODz-M/s1600-h/DSC08663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399528078710785762" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su76Lf5NxuI/AAAAAAAAARU/aexj_VODz-M/s320/DSC08663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su76LjjlD_I/AAAAAAAAARc/1K9nLibCaI8/s1600-h/DSC08678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399528079693778930" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su76LjjlD_I/AAAAAAAAARc/1K9nLibCaI8/s320/DSC08678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su76LLgTG0I/AAAAAAAAARM/DBXEY9CFTM8/s1600-h/DSC08659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399528073237568322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su76LLgTG0I/AAAAAAAAARM/DBXEY9CFTM8/s320/DSC08659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su76KyVDItI/AAAAAAAAARE/-mriLMej6fk/s1600-h/DSC08637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399528066479497938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su76KyVDItI/AAAAAAAAARE/-mriLMej6fk/s320/DSC08637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Neste povoado se nota uma forte influência da comunidade Inca, que aqui existiu, bem como da colonização espanhola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta mescla de influências é facilmente percebida pela existência das ruínas Incas, ainda em bom estado de conservação, como o “Tribunal del Inca”, um conjunto de pedras usada provavelmente para ritos religiosos dedicados a chegada do sol, bem como a “Horca del Inca”, localizada do Cerro Calvário del Niño, construído para indicar o solstício de inverno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De outro lado, no alto do Cerro Calvário, foi construído um templo católico da época da colonização. Neste local especula-se que existia uma lagoa usada pelos Incas para estudos astronômicos, servindo a mesma como espelho do céu. Contudo os espanhóis cobriram a lagoa com cimento, cruzes e imagens de santos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su74Zrff7wI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PaaTr2LCxS0/s1600-h/DSC08602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399526123319062274" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su74Zrff7wI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PaaTr2LCxS0/s320/DSC08602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su74Z9KNsKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/t8Ht0WPTMjI/s1600-h/DSC08609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399526128061624482" style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su74Z9KNsKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/t8Ht0WPTMjI/s320/DSC08609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su74Za0SMMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/slTi5NoUtCM/s1600-h/DSC08632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399526118842839234" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su74Za0SMMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/slTi5NoUtCM/s320/DSC08632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su74aKeYn9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wyVRD8_5ZHI/s1600-h/DSC08625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399526131635888082" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su74aKeYn9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wyVRD8_5ZHI/s320/DSC08625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No centro do povoado foi construída uma enorme igreja católica em arte barroca e que até hoje figura como uma das mais importantes da Bolívia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su7ym1RHtCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NnHtf-h61a8/s1600-h/DSC08626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399519752211641378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su7ym1RHtCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NnHtf-h61a8/s320/DSC08626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A população local vive basicamente do turismo, explorado o ano todo aos finais de semana, quando muda drasticamente o visual da cidade, e principalmente no verão. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su7xyldO3eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7SB7UuHJxNg/s1600-h/DSC08705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399518854614277602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su7xyldO3eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7SB7UuHJxNg/s320/DSC08705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Além de um porto seguro para exploração do lado boliviano do Titicaca, Copacabana é também parada obrigatória para quem segue para o Peru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su7wwAnkihI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PUHgX7Mq65s/s1600-h/DSC08644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399517710854162962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su7wwAnkihI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PUHgX7Mq65s/s320/DSC08644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-7175971587252656148?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/7175971587252656148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/11/copacabana.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/7175971587252656148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/7175971587252656148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/11/copacabana.html' title='COPACABANA'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Su78q71ArvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EFRxY6Pyh2g/s72-c/DSC08618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-8281630925825042632</id><published>2009-10-26T17:50:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:46:37.082-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LA PAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYJ3i0A_qI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kWl5piw-jWw/s1600-h/DSC08565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397012053292547746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYJ3i0A_qI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kWl5piw-jWw/s320/DSC08565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Retornamos pela Ruta 5 até Potosi e seguimos pela Ruta 1 até La Paz, passando por Oruro, capital cultural da Bolívia e onde também é celebrado o maior carnaval do país. Todo o caminho está asfaltado e a qualidade é boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Paz é a sede do Poder Executivo e Legislativo da Bolívia, uma cidade localizada à três mil e setessentos metros do nível do mar, construída num vale em meio a Cordilheira. Local interessante mas longe de ser considerado bonito, uma vez que a maioria das casas encontram-se sem acabamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYJKOPQaFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/skaKNt-aGO4/s1600-h/Imagen+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397011274675546194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYJKOPQaFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/skaKNt-aGO4/s320/Imagen+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYJKQ9hZEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LQsUhEpNbdM/s1600-h/Imagen+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397011275406468162" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYJKQ9hZEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LQsUhEpNbdM/s320/Imagen+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por todos os lados existem feiras e mercados, podendo dar destaque ao Mercado de los Brujos, assim batizado por vender fetos de Lhama secos (usado para bruxaria), bem como uma variedade de ervas, como San Pedro e Ayahuasca; além de roupas e instrumentos típicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Próximo ao Mercado de los Brujos está o Coca Museo, com fotos e história desta cultura que existe à mais de três mil anos, originada pelos povos Incas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYHhDaAktI/AAAAAAAAAPM/C5g1zHv2Bl8/s1600-h/DSC08573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009467881591506" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYHhDaAktI/AAAAAAAAAPM/C5g1zHv2Bl8/s320/DSC08573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYHgwaRd4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/FeJFTWRTE4I/s1600-h/DSC08572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009462782424962" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYHgwaRd4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/FeJFTWRTE4I/s320/DSC08572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYHgeyOYfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WSrV0W2iRQY/s1600-h/DSC08567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009458051047922" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYHgeyOYfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WSrV0W2iRQY/s320/DSC08567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O acervo do museu foi cuidadosamente escolhido, com ênfase ao distinguir a folha de coca da cocaína, sendo esta um problema crônico da sociedade boliviana. Seu uso é indiscriminado na cidade e principalmente na vida noturna de La Paz, rica em bares de discotecas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um bom local para uma visita cultural, por conta dos museus, parques e mercados, contudo é preciso ficar atento aos problemas das metrópolis, agravados pelo pobreza e o alto indíce de usuários de cocaína, sendo comum oferecerem droga ou pedirem esmola pelas ruas da cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYEl7DWaGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/iN4hY8uk2wY/s1600-h/DSC08576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397006253003532386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYEl7DWaGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/iN4hY8uk2wY/s320/DSC08576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-8281630925825042632?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/8281630925825042632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-paz.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/8281630925825042632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/8281630925825042632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-paz.html' title='LA PAZ'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SuYJ3i0A_qI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kWl5piw-jWw/s72-c/DSC08565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-5944093573728860061</id><published>2009-10-19T14:44:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:09:57.187-02:00</updated><title type='text'>BOLÍVIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StyfoHb1NCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xBq5SVmLiWI/s1600-h/DSC08526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394361965222376482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StyfoHb1NCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xBq5SVmLiWI/s320/DSC08526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saindo de San Pedro de Atacama optamos por não atravessar o Deserto de Sal até a cidade de Uyuni, uma vez que a falta de GPS, ou mesmo uma bússola, nos impossibilitou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltamos pela Ruta 23 até Calama e seguimos pela Ruta 26 até Ollague, onde fica localizada a divisa com a Bolívia. A estrada está em boas condições até chegar nos últimos setenta e cinco km para a aduana chilena, uma vez que termina o asfalto e possuí trechos rodeados por campos minados, talvez um resquício da antiga guerra com o país vizinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao entrar na Bolívia já percebemos que estamos no país mais subdesenvolvido da América do Sul. A estrada que não era boa fica pior. Rodar cento e cinqüenta km na “Ruta 5” que leva até Uyuni foi suficiente para quebrar três amortecedores e o freio do veículo, sendo que nos outros cem km quebrou o último amortecedor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StyfWXy9aAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/F3qaClBMqKQ/s1600-h/DSC08511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394361660376705026" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StyfWXy9aAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/F3qaClBMqKQ/s320/DSC08511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StyfWzp8YuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/scH91SD1ta4/s1600-h/DSC08490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394361667855082210" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StyfWzp8YuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/scH91SD1ta4/s320/DSC08490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cidade do Uyuni é a porta de entrada para o Salar de mesmo nome, também conhecido como Deserto de Sal, além de oferecer outras atrações turísticas, como o impressionante cemitério de trens, que fica apenas um km de distância do povoado de pouco mais de dois mil habitantes. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com uma etnia e cultura únicas, proveniente dos mais de trinta e seis povos nativos do país, a Bolívia apresenta uma diferença drástica dos demais países visitados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontramos um país dentro de nossas capacidades aquisitivas, contudo com problemas profundos relacionados ao descaso do Estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de rica em belezas naturais e culturais o povo em geral carece de serviços básicos, com um grande índice de analfabetos, e principalmente de higiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O governo de Evo Morales possui grande apoio popular da classe obreira e campesina, mas a melhor definição nos foi dada pelo mecânico Mario (apelidado de “El Mago” pela mágica que fez em consertar o jipe sem as peças de reposição) quando diz todos os governos são iguais e nessa terra “é cada um por si”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver a realidade boliviana nos recorda as palavras do poeta quando disse que “o homem coletivo sente a necessidade de lutar”. Contudo, a falta de organização popular e de educação do povo faz com que a revolução seja um sonho distante, apesar da história de lutas e repressões nesse país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Stydz-zmJvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SBdgm4crI3E/s1600-h/DSC08502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394359970041308914" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Stydz-zmJvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SBdgm4crI3E/s320/DSC08502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Styd0kMf4NI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zNPf8TvXQXU/s1600-h/DSC08501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394359980077867218" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Styd0kMf4NI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zNPf8TvXQXU/s320/DSC08501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Stydzo4EMAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZA2LAYibb_Q/s1600-h/DSC08505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394359964154474498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Stydzo4EMAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZA2LAYibb_Q/s320/DSC08505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seguindo pela “Ruta 5” chegamos em Potosi, uma cidade localizada a quatro mil e noventa metros do nível do mar, sendo que mascar folha de coca realmente ajuda. Um local miserável onde, principalmente na entrada e saída da cidade, mais parece um lixão ao céu aberto, onde porcos se deliciam em seu habitat e o mau cheiro é insuportável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Potosi a Sucre a estrada é asfaltada, com buracos, mas seguramente em melhores condições que o caminho anterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontramos em Sucre uma cidade muito bonita, que possuí o título de patrimônio histórico da humanidade por sua arquitetura colonial mesclada com traços indígenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Stybz2aPWvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DhHE2IEdoaA/s1600-h/DSC08520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394357768764218098" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Stybz2aPWvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DhHE2IEdoaA/s320/DSC08520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Styb0-bvC1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/jCOf31PtIpI/s1600-h/DSC08522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394357788097842002" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Styb0-bvC1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/jCOf31PtIpI/s320/DSC08522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obviamente a miséria persiste, mas Sucre difere-se das demais cidades. Sucre, que um dia foi sede dos três poderes, continua sede do Poder Judiciário, e também foi palco da luta pela “independência” da Bolívia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Styau_tb9GI/AAAAAAAAANk/Jq94TgTwPuI/s1600-h/DSC08523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394356585849680994" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Styau_tb9GI/AAAAAAAAANk/Jq94TgTwPuI/s320/DSC08523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StyavjTEGtI/AAAAAAAAANs/5Y4P_I7H574/s1600-h/DSC08519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394356595402742482" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StyavjTEGtI/AAAAAAAAANs/5Y4P_I7H574/s320/DSC08519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Styauu0FM3I/AAAAAAAAANc/uiJFBhgn9Bg/s1600-h/DSC08524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394356581314147186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Styauu0FM3I/AAAAAAAAANc/uiJFBhgn9Bg/s320/DSC08524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com mais de duzentos e dez mil habitantes Sucre nos recorda as grandes metrópoles, pelo trânsito caótico e pela falta de organização, bem como uma vida noturna agitada, mas que ainda pode ser considerada um Oásis perto das demais cidades da Bolívia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StyYzCtWU8I/AAAAAAAAANU/_GzsVqgQX3Q/s1600-h/DSC08514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394354456350839746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StyYzCtWU8I/AAAAAAAAANU/_GzsVqgQX3Q/s320/DSC08514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-5944093573728860061?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/5944093573728860061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/10/bolivia.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/5944093573728860061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/5944093573728860061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/10/bolivia.html' title='BOLÍVIA'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StyfoHb1NCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xBq5SVmLiWI/s72-c/DSC08526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-2523382041626873597</id><published>2009-10-13T10:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:54:27.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NORTE DO CHILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSGYPcmYzI/AAAAAAAAANM/3lqSnQ7Ewzs/s1600-h/DSC08411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392082404890796850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSGYPcmYzI/AAAAAAAAANM/3lqSnQ7Ewzs/s320/DSC08411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Partimos de Horcón pela Ruta 5 até o povoado chamado Carmen Alto, uma estrada exuberante onde é possível ver o Oceano Pacífico de um lado e a Cordilheira dos Andes do outro da estrada, e a medida que se aproxima do Norte do Chile percebe-se que o deserto está próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Carmen Alto seguimos pela Ruta 25 até Calama e depois seguimos pela Ruta 23 até chegar em San Pedro de Atacama. Um povoado que vive do turismo, que ocorre o ano todo. Além de tranqüila e cheia de turistas a região é muito seca, o local mais seco do mundo, e com um clima “salgado”, assim como os preços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O deserto do Atacama é repleto de salares, lagunas de sal (onde se pode boiar com facilidade), montanhas e vulcões. Um local surpreendente e mágico, difícil de descrever com palavras. Por tal razão optamos por dedicar um post apenas com fotos, para que se possa ter uma idéia da beleza do deserto, mas dificilmente consegue-se retratar com exatidão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-2523382041626873597?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/2523382041626873597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/10/norte-do-chile.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/2523382041626873597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/2523382041626873597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/10/norte-do-chile.html' title='NORTE DO CHILE'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSGYPcmYzI/AAAAAAAAANM/3lqSnQ7Ewzs/s72-c/DSC08411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-697699168943601863</id><published>2009-10-12T23:26:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:50:09.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESERTO DO ATACAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSE9JtxegI/AAAAAAAAAM8/O6IZqsMdv9o/s1600-h/DSC08423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392080839984118274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSE9JtxegI/AAAAAAAAAM8/O6IZqsMdv9o/s200/DSC08423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSE9sLrB2I/AAAAAAAAANE/dgLWdJZ5FRI/s1600-h/DSC08458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392080849236330338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSE9sLrB2I/AAAAAAAAANE/dgLWdJZ5FRI/s200/DSC08458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSDwinw8AI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3qSRTZOjDMw/s1600-h/DSC08352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392079523819876354" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSDwinw8AI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3qSRTZOjDMw/s200/DSC08352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSDxGeuo6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/DTvG-KRcP08/s1600-h/DSC08391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392079533445653410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSDxGeuo6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/DTvG-KRcP08/s200/DSC08391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSCcX7SGFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sPmmL3rNfyk/s1600-h/DSC08398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392078077839939666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSCcX7SGFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sPmmL3rNfyk/s200/DSC08398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSCc4jJSuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QcMF0fDBF3Q/s1600-h/DSC08375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392078086597069538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSCc4jJSuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QcMF0fDBF3Q/s200/DSC08375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSBRHIYkCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Iy_GDxfQ1-s/s1600-h/DSC08372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392076784841297954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSBRHIYkCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Iy_GDxfQ1-s/s200/DSC08372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSBRnhm8UI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JJsStxfUpsg/s1600-h/DSC08415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392076793537032514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StSBRnhm8UI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JJsStxfUpsg/s200/DSC08415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR_w0G1MHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qT3Hx7P1l6k/s1600-h/DSC08473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392075130467070066" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR_w0G1MHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qT3Hx7P1l6k/s200/DSC08473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR_xCQGBOI/AAAAAAAAAME/GU9-5wSuLks/s1600-h/DSC08436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392075134264018146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR_xCQGBOI/AAAAAAAAAME/GU9-5wSuLks/s200/DSC08436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR-vvDDcrI/AAAAAAAAALs/4usKCUgOzAg/s1600-h/DSC08430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392074012417553074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR-vvDDcrI/AAAAAAAAALs/4usKCUgOzAg/s200/DSC08430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR-wJ6toDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Rpn_zs8L2Y8/s1600-h/DSC08431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392074019630325810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR-wJ6toDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Rpn_zs8L2Y8/s200/DSC08431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR9HGqEnsI/AAAAAAAAALc/35YOo0w-AoU/s1600-h/DSC08486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392072214868958914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR9HGqEnsI/AAAAAAAAALc/35YOo0w-AoU/s200/DSC08486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR9Hh-1mUI/AAAAAAAAALk/vUWauCPegJ8/s1600-h/DSC08483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392072222203812162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR9Hh-1mUI/AAAAAAAAALk/vUWauCPegJ8/s200/DSC08483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR7qnOqKGI/AAAAAAAAALU/ATW9suJILeU/s1600-h/DSC08364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392070625884514402" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR7qnOqKGI/AAAAAAAAALU/ATW9suJILeU/s200/DSC08364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/StR7qHNMuOI/AAAAAAAAALM/0oHiLNZN9rw/s1600-h/DSC08449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392070617288456418" style="WIDTH: 150px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389311966484222930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqurgIN09I/AAAAAAAAALE/YXzgh0mTMbE/s320/DSC08117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao cruzar a fronteira entre Argentina e Chile, localizada na Cordilheira dos Andes, seguimos até Santiago, capital da República do Chile. O lado chileno dos Andes é mais íngreme e a estrada piora, mas a beleza natural persiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebemos em Santiago, uma cidade rica em cultura, que o povo chileno, como os próprios jovens afirmam, se mostra frio e depressivo. A ditadura chilena, uma das mais violentas da América do Sul, conta com apoio de uma parcela significativa da população.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um país conservador como o Chile não é nítido um movimento que conteste a situação. Tal fato pode estar relacionado com a imagem que o governo passa do país, que nem sempre condiz com a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fato, as desigualdades não são gritantes como no resto do Continente, contudo existe a miséria, apesar de negada pelo governo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Ssqs5xodAUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LBoiO-VRNuQ/s1600-h/DSC08121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389310012677751106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Ssqs5xodAUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LBoiO-VRNuQ/s200/DSC08121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Ssqs6NikqjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/00GWlRDr41o/s1600-h/DSC08119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389310020169280050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Ssqs6NikqjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/00GWlRDr41o/s200/DSC08119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A política neoliberal do Chile ao longo dos anos gerou oportunidades aos cidadãos, mas ao mesmo tempo existe a carência de uma intervenção estatal na saúde e na educação, uma vez que o sistema de saúde chileno nos recorda o SUS brasileiro e não existe um ensino superior público, tendo em vista que as faculdades que são denominadas “públicas” cobram uma mensalidade em torno de quatrocentos dólares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apesar disto encontramos muitas pessoas boas e alegres, que acreditam na cultura como forma de contestação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecemos o Centro Cultural Balmaceda, que se mantém através de incentivos do governo e que ensina musica, dança e teatro de graça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No centro cultural tivemos a oportunidade de conhecer jovens engajados com estes movimentos culturais e acompanhar o ensaio da peça que celebra o bicentenário da independência, retratando diversas lutas contra a ditadura, bem como a luta do povo originário do Chile, os Mapuche. Uma peça elaborada pelo diretor Andres Cardenas, que foi aluno do projeto e agora ensina os jovens para que a tradição deste projeto muito interessante continue viva. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Ssqpe6LCKBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-ZM1d9ot_LU/s1600-h/DSC08191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389306252578924562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Ssqpe6LCKBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-ZM1d9ot_LU/s200/DSC08191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqpfT-Xt4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/iqR-dAdqNwY/s1600-h/DSC08171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389306259505133442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqpfT-Xt4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/iqR-dAdqNwY/s200/DSC08171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seguimos pela ruta 5, passando por Viña del Mar, uma cidade grande e industrializada. Um tradicional ponto turístico do Chile, com cassinos e bares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqmPTCPPUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-6uemdBpNq8/s1600-h/DSC08196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389302685840129346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqmPTCPPUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-6uemdBpNq8/s200/DSC08196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqmO5qlubI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3QqjIzmBYvM/s1600-h/DSC08195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389302679030053298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqmO5qlubI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3QqjIzmBYvM/s200/DSC08195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqmOcm7CMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IVf1OZjjkkI/s1600-h/DSC08193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389302671230044354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqmOcm7CMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IVf1OZjjkkI/s200/DSC08193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais adiante, nos estabelecemos em Horcón, um povoado de aproximadamente mil habitantes. Com uma cultura histórica dos hippies que aqui viveram, o povoado é formado por pescadores e artesãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqhQKpiQyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Ie_UTdX4tn0/s1600-h/DSC08301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389297203210765090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqhQKpiQyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Ie_UTdX4tn0/s200/DSC08301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqhQkSXLrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EmurEPXUA8M/s1600-h/DSC08201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389297210092891826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqhQkSXLrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EmurEPXUA8M/s200/DSC08201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O povoado ainda conta com duas praias de nudismo, sendo que o local já foi palco de encontros internacionais de naturismo, uma surpresa, especialmente para um país conservador como a República do Chile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqXkuZbSlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/B6WJ77utdy4/s1600-h/DSC08253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389286561287981650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqXkuZbSlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/B6WJ77utdy4/s200/DSC08253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqXlPS2j8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/d2lO3ad6wCY/s1600-h/DSC08223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389286570118778818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqXlPS2j8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/d2lO3ad6wCY/s200/DSC08223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqZUnCHoYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W-g-JleXAo4/s1600-h/DSC08229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389288483456524674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqZUnCHoYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W-g-JleXAo4/s200/DSC08229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conhecemos Pablo Iviondo, um artesão uruguaio que vive no Chile desde os dez anos de idade e que sempre trabalhou com arte. Acostumado a trabalhar com cerâmica suas obras são muito belas e tradicionais. Seu trabalho também é comercializado pela internet, através do site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artepango.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.artepango.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversamos sobre as mudanças na comunidade nos últimos dez anos e nos contou como o alcoolismo e o alto índice de usuários de crack se mostram problemas crônicos da sociedade, bem como uma grande aversão aos estrangeiros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqUL12-7YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ojkQZe6Oxt0/s1600-h/DSC08273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389282835259387266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqUL12-7YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ojkQZe6Oxt0/s200/DSC08273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqULWVO2eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SorSGyvKBPk/s1600-h/DSC08268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389282826796325346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqULWVO2eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SorSGyvKBPk/s200/DSC08268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com praias lindas ainda é possível pensar em Horcón como uma comunidade mais liberal dentro do Chile, mas que vem perdendo gradativamente a filosofia de paz e amor que um dia envolveu este belo povoado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqQ5gOogjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JNamdm2TpLU/s1600-h/DSC08289.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqQ5gOogjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JNamdm2TpLU/s1600-h/DSC08289.JPG"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389279221680472626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqQ5gOogjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JNamdm2TpLU/s320/DSC08289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-8478762844274199978?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/8478762844274199978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/10/ao-cruzar-fronteira-entre-argentina-e.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/8478762844274199978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/8478762844274199978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/10/ao-cruzar-fronteira-entre-argentina-e.html' title='SANTIAGO - HORCÓN'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsqurgIN09I/AAAAAAAAALE/YXzgh0mTMbE/s72-c/DSC08117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-3332258727345011000</id><published>2009-09-29T00:27:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:53:26.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BUENOS AIRES - MENDONZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGCkM_3r-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OPGOwoeICKU/s1600-h/DSC07967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386730187787841506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGCkM_3r-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OPGOwoeICKU/s320/DSC07967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cruzamos o Rio de La Plata para chegar à Argentina, partindo de balsa de Colônia del Sacramento até Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um excelente destino para quem gosta de agito, a Capital do segundo maior país do Continente oferece uma enorme variedade artística e musical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGCSbDVH5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/AFj79yB_y3A/s1600-h/DSC08033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386729882322804626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGCSbDVH5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/AFj79yB_y3A/s320/DSC08033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGCRhmMHqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wEDFo0pbYiQ/s1600-h/DSC08035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386729866899758754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGCRhmMHqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wEDFo0pbYiQ/s320/DSC08035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGCSDsKfVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0Zmqa5ltVB8/s1600-h/DSC07994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386729876051623250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGCSDsKfVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0Zmqa5ltVB8/s320/DSC07994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outra tradição são as manifestações diárias, as vezes com mais de uma por dia. Acostumada aos movimentos políticos, estes, talvez, percam o impacto que deveriam gerar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos principais alvos das manifestações é a polícia, que, segundo relatos, é responsável pelo comando do crime organizado, desrespeito aos direitos humanos e, acima de tudo, corrupta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversas organizações acusam a policia como responsável pelo desaparecimento de vários jovens, fato este cotidiano durante a ditadura, porém que persiste no estado democrático de direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGBntCCpWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/q5ACmYR9QO4/s1600-h/DSC07981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386729148414862690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGBntCCpWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/q5ACmYR9QO4/s320/DSC07981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGBmc1hfyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VQBVL7z5lUg/s1600-h/DSC07972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386729126887522082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGBmc1hfyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VQBVL7z5lUg/s320/DSC07972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGBm2eJHiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fYr3CPr4cNE/s1600-h/DSC07990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386729133768777250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGBm2eJHiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fYr3CPr4cNE/s320/DSC07990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Segundo estas instituições a prática do seqüestro e da tortura não está relacionada com razões políticas, mas diretamente ao crime. A polícia, supostamente, obriga os jovens a roubarem e traficarem para seu lucro, e ainda, seqüestra crianças para explorarem a prostituição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polícia nega todas as acusações e continua investigando os desaparecimentos e as acusações de abuso, contudo sem nenhuma conclusão satisfatória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGA7UeOQsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BhP4giuVV1k/s1600-h/DSC07991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386728385907933890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGA7UeOQsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BhP4giuVV1k/s320/DSC07991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGA70HwuQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tg-5Q2_N_Sk/s1600-h/DSC07985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386728394403657986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGA70HwuQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tg-5Q2_N_Sk/s320/DSC07985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pela Ruta 7 cruzamos o país de Leste à Oeste, com uma paisagem cada vez mais deserta ao se afastar de Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando à Mendonza o clima, que já era frio, piora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Localizada na base da Cordilheira dos Andes, próxima ao Aconcagua, a cidade é muito famosa por seus vinhos e explora o turismo vinícola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGANKO3PII/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q6SSzGX2X2E/s1600-h/DSC08098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386727592885173378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGANKO3PII/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q6SSzGX2X2E/s320/DSC08098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGAfePk0hI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MxP5AbhrhI8/s1600-h/DSC08063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386727907494515218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGAfePk0hI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MxP5AbhrhI8/s320/DSC08063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na mesma Ruta 7, que liga a Argentina ao Chile, existem comunidades localizadas a aproximadamente 70 km de Mendonza, subindo as Cordilheiras. Estes povoados cada vez mais exploram o turismo aventura, oferecendo rafting, trekking, etc., além dos esportes de neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A belíssima paisagem destas comunidades já foi alvo de filmagens cinematográficas, devendo destacar o filme “7 anos no Tibet”, gravado em Uspallata diante da recusa do governo Chinês em permitir que o mesmo fosse feito no próprio país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsF_uC_xsmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3-qGMaBAx58/s1600-h/DSC08083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386727058366902882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsF_uC_xsmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3-qGMaBAx58/s320/DSC08083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsF_tpTBENI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tuCkJKq3mHI/s1600-h/DSC08096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386727051468280018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsF_tpTBENI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tuCkJKq3mHI/s320/DSC08096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De tirar o fôlego literalmente, a Cordilheira do Andes é um local mágico, onde a alfândega entre a Argentina e Chile está localizada a aproximadamente 3 mil metros de altitude.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsF_slhR3zI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ynXyPea8rmo/s1600-h/DSC08115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386727033274490674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsF_slhR3zI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ynXyPea8rmo/s320/DSC08115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsF_tDhFMQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d0CSTq5H0Dc/s1600-h/DSC08106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386727041326723330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsF_tDhFMQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d0CSTq5H0Dc/s320/DSC08106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-3332258727345011000?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/3332258727345011000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/09/buenos-aires-mendonza.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/3332258727345011000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/3332258727345011000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/09/buenos-aires-mendonza.html' title='BUENOS AIRES - MENDONZA'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SsGCkM_3r-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OPGOwoeICKU/s72-c/DSC07967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-6048770230453405010</id><published>2009-09-21T02:01:00.032-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:45:31.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'>URUGUAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SrePB3sTLiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QuutYnRbr5w/s1600-h/SDC12557+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383929141837114914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SrePB3sTLiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QuutYnRbr5w/s320/SDC12557+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entrando pela Ruta 9, que liga a cidade do Chuy à Montevidéu pela costa uruguaia, já se nota a beleza natural desse pequeno país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira parada é a reserva ecológica localizada no Parque de Santa Teresa, com belas praias e paisagens, muito bem conservada pelo exército uruguaio, porém com grande acumulo de lixo próximo aos pontos de acampamento dos turistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreOafTIC2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/KU5v8r8vvKM/s1600-h/DSC07837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383928465274178402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreOafTIC2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/KU5v8r8vvKM/s320/DSC07837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreOZ7lSrtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sW-jHB8aha8/s1600-h/DSC07886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383928455686696658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreOZ7lSrtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sW-jHB8aha8/s320/DSC07886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreOapp1tXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1KcXbpYJw-E/s1600-h/DSC07834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383928468053800306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreOapp1tXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1KcXbpYJw-E/s320/DSC07834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pelo caminho litorâneo percebemos cidades com a economia voltada totalmente para o turismo, onde a vida é pacata durante nove meses do ano e a população vive com o lucro acumulado entre os meses de dezembro a março. Vizinho a estas cidades sempre estão os vilarejos de pescadores, onde normalmente se concentram em torno de 20 famílias que vivem exclusivamente da pesca e cuja vida segue o ritmo do mar ou dos lagos que se ficam próximos ao mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreNTATbtcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dti3tXITSxQ/s1600-h/DSC07881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383927237183256002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreNTATbtcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dti3tXITSxQ/s320/DSC07881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreMZpucjYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_g5lJKHP_GM/s1600-h/DSC07879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383926251869998466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreMZpucjYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_g5lJKHP_GM/s320/DSC07879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreMZYYIkRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JtGdBU7pssY/s1600-h/DSC07880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383926247213011218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreMZYYIkRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JtGdBU7pssY/s320/DSC07880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Punta Del Este é uma exceção, pois a exploração turística ocorre durante o ano todo por conta de suas praias, cassinos e bares. Os cassinos funcionam vinte e quatro horas e a durante a noite os bares próximos ao porto costumam ser os mais badalados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreLGzOCSBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/m-Zf0xqe3GA/s1600-h/DSC07889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383924828489271314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreLGzOCSBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/m-Zf0xqe3GA/s320/DSC07889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreLHDuMSuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sGUC2TzUEOA/s1600-h/DSC07892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383924832919112418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreLHDuMSuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sGUC2TzUEOA/s320/DSC07892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cerca de duzentos e cinqüenta quilômetros rodados depois da fronteira com o Brasil chegamos à Montevidéu, cidade muito rica em sua arquitetura que mescla diversos estilos numa mesma edificação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com aproximadamente um milhão e quinhentos mil habitantes, a capital uruguaia concentra metade da população do país. Nesse ponto podemos perceber que a miséria não é uma exclusividade brasileira.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreJlB7i3hI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9FiPkQD0Zt8/s1600-h/DSC07940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383923148811066898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreJlB7i3hI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9FiPkQD0Zt8/s320/DSC07940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreJEyd-kCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4AGqLyUmcJo/s1600-h/DSC07922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383922594904707106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreJEyd-kCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4AGqLyUmcJo/s320/DSC07922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreJEQlpRVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DdpyTgrRdYc/s1600-h/DSC07943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383922585810060626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreJEQlpRVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DdpyTgrRdYc/s320/DSC07943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No ano de 2003 foi eleito o primeiro presidente de esquerda da história do país. Apesar de reduzir em um terço o índice de pobreza, este continua muito elevado, atingindo vinte por cento da população, o que pode ser notado com facilidade ao andar pelas ruas da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sindicatos e os grêmios estudantis são os principais organizadores de movimentos sociais. As pessoas engajadas nesses movimentos exaltam a organização dos mesmos e crêem numa revolução pela via democrática, mas reconhecem a apatia do povo quando se trata de mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a migração de metade dos jovens uruguaios, que costumam partir para o exterior em busca de melhor formação acadêmica ou mesmo de melhor perspectiva de vida, o país carece de mão de obra especializada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreHf0XeWDI/AAAAAAAAADk/6ORZzSpHIQk/s1600-h/DSC07921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383920860247513138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreHf0XeWDI/AAAAAAAAADk/6ORZzSpHIQk/s320/DSC07921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreHfdw6bFI/AAAAAAAAADc/WfLhYkix2QQ/s1600-h/DSC07929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383920854180195410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SreHfdw6bFI/AAAAAAAAADc/WfLhYkix2QQ/s320/DSC07929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Durante o final de semana o centro da cidade e a “cidade velha” concentram os bares e casas noturnas, onde o ritmo da cúmbia aparece como uma febre nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de contar com inúmeras bandas, especialmente de rock, não se nota uma música tipicamente uruguaia, com exceção do ritmo do “candombe”, com origens parecidas com a do candomblé brasileiro, mas sem vinculo religioso. Esse é o ritmo que embala o carnaval de nossos vizinhos, cuja duração é de um mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SrcSHwdh7AI/AAAAAAAAADU/Wtpn-9cuSek/s1600-h/SDC12444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383791804021861378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SrcSHwdh7AI/AAAAAAAAADU/Wtpn-9cuSek/s320/SDC12444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SrcSHMLYNhI/AAAAAAAAADM/FrD0AwqgrGA/s1600-h/SDC12445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383791794282051090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SrcSHMLYNhI/AAAAAAAAADM/FrD0AwqgrGA/s320/SDC12445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outra cultura popular é o fanatismo futebolístico, que demonstra toda a tradição do futebol no país que ganhou o primeiro campeonato mundial, mas que infelizmente a qualidade técnica dos jogadores já não é mais a mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383784728491705938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SrcLr6DrxlI/AAAAAAAAACc/NcO2DJgU-Pc/s320/SDC12566.JPG" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SrcLrPcI5sI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ak8bv6J6UB8/s1600-h/SDC12569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383784717051553474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SrcLrPcI5sI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ak8bv6J6UB8/s320/SDC12569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rico em belezas naturais o Uruguai é um país cujo povo se mostra simpático e hospitaleiro, especialmente fora da capital, mas que ainda sofre por conta da pobreza e da desigualdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-6048770230453405010?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/6048770230453405010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/09/uruguai.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/6048770230453405010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/6048770230453405010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/09/uruguai.html' title='URUGUAI'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/SrePB3sTLiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QuutYnRbr5w/s72-c/SDC12557+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-8728424691449061135</id><published>2009-09-14T05:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:42:49.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUÍ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3NLkOk2QI/AAAAAAAAABE/6wrWaixOO6Y/s1600-h/DSC07792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381182728364677378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3NLkOk2QI/AAAAAAAAABE/6wrWaixOO6Y/s320/DSC07792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Partindo de São Paulo em um jipe, levando coragem e determinação, atravessamos mil e seiscentos quilômetros através do Sul do Brasil. As condições na estrada não foram das mais propicias uma vez que a forte chuva prejudicou a visibilidade, o que significou, numa estrada em más qualidades, um pequeno atraso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na chegada ao Chuí, o ponto divisório localizado no extremo sul do Brasil, percebemos uma cidade muito agradável, com uma bela paisagem, principalmente em sua praia, a Barra do Chuí, e de uma população simpática e hospitaleira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Localizada entre a alfândega brasileira e a uruguaia a cidade possuí curiosas características, pois a rua principal separa politicamente o povoado de aproximadamente seis mil habitatantes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381185954748483234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3QHXcaxqI/AAAAAAAAABM/O0HSpOCQbGs/s320/DSC07778.JPG" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3QH7FxF6I/AAAAAAAAABU/baAXI26O1IM/s1600-h/DSC07777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381185964317153186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3QH7FxF6I/AAAAAAAAABU/baAXI26O1IM/s320/DSC07777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3QISMar0I/AAAAAAAAABc/0DFnZ8pFuKA/s1600-h/DSC07775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381185970519060290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3QISMar0I/AAAAAAAAABc/0DFnZ8pFuKA/s320/DSC07775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A charmosa rua de quase dois quilômetros é chamada de Avenida Uruguay no lado brasileiro e de Avenida Brasil do lado uruguaio. As diferenças não terminam aí, pois nessa mesma avenida, do lado de nossos vizinhos, temos o cassino e lojas “free shop”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior surpresa foi infra-estrutura deste povoado, onde, apesar de ser uma cidade moderna e pólo comercial, a comunidade preserva a cultura gaúcha, fazendo festas típicas periodicamente, reunindo todos os moradores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3S_p5KmbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ac4vEpYaUsM/s1600-h/DSC07804+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381189120796826034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3S_p5KmbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ac4vEpYaUsM/s320/DSC07804+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3S-VQjMvI/AAAAAAAAABk/AUFHpAqWn94/s1600-h/DSC07798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381189098077893362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3S-VQjMvI/AAAAAAAAABk/AUFHpAqWn94/s320/DSC07798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3S_DRrR7I/AAAAAAAAABs/lF6gzJo45J0/s1600-h/DSC07789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381189110430648242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3S_DRrR7I/AAAAAAAAABs/lF6gzJo45J0/s320/DSC07789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos deparamos com um povo genuinamente gaúcho, onde a língua local é o verdadeiro portunhol, numa cidade rica em belas paisagens e pessoas de bem, local escolhido como ponto de partida da nossa expedição.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3Xm5-cepI/AAAAAAAAACE/5U_m4S1qy_Y/s1600-h/DSC07815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381194193175345810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3Xm5-cepI/AAAAAAAAACE/5U_m4S1qy_Y/s320/DSC07815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3XnTSAW2I/AAAAAAAAACM/WLePOjXuUR4/s1600-h/DSC07820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381194199968275298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3XnTSAW2I/AAAAAAAAACM/WLePOjXuUR4/s320/DSC07820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3XmgeAk7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1pY9TurFkYU/s1600-h/DSC07810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381194186328413106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3XmgeAk7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1pY9TurFkYU/s320/DSC07810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É AQUI ONDE TUDO COMEÇA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-8728424691449061135?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/8728424691449061135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/09/partindo-de-sao-paulo-em-um-jipe.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/8728424691449061135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/8728424691449061135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/09/partindo-de-sao-paulo-em-um-jipe.html' title='CHUÍ'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq3NLkOk2QI/AAAAAAAAABE/6wrWaixOO6Y/s72-c/DSC07792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528345023979511307.post-4053169472251015230</id><published>2009-09-12T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:11:21.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O GIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq133BzD4YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zoc1dfwrUFw/s1600-h/DSC07768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381088917036720514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq133BzD4YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zoc1dfwrUFw/s320/DSC07768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mais do que uma viagem física, o GIROCONESUL é um projeto que estabelece, pela via virtual, uma conexão entre os internautas e a equipe de viagem. Acessando o blog, atualizado constantemente com fotos, vídeos, relatos e cronogramas, os internautas poderão interagir virtualmente com a equipe, inclusive fazendo perguntas, dando sugestões, opinando sobre percursos, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tendo como pano de fundo a viagem de jipe, o projeto traz para os expectadores uma série de crônicas e experiências culturais pelo continente sulamericano, explorando das grandes capitais às entranhas mais inóspitas e inusitadas dos desertos e altiplanos que rasgam o cone sul. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A expedição parte do Chuí, seguindo daí por caminhos que levam às capitais do Uruguai, Argentina, Chile, Peru, Equador, Colômbia e Venezuela. Entre cada uma das capitais, o trajeto priorizará o contado direto com as comunidades locais, tendo como objetivo explorar e divulgar de forma detalhada, quem são, como vivem e o que fazem os povos que ocupam as regiões isoladas do continente, sem prejuízo de colher e divulgar informações sobre trilhas e caminhos para se chegar até eles. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Possível apenas a bordo de um veículo 4X4, o roteiro envolve dificuldades extremas como enfrentar estradas e campos de neve na na cordilheira andina, atravessar o deserto do Atacama , desbravar os altiplanos peruanos e atingir Machu Pichu, chegando ao hemisfério norte através do Equador, cruzando o conflito na Colômbia até alcançar o caribe venzuelano, tudo em aproximadamente 6 meses. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PÉ NA ESTRADA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528345023979511307-4053169472251015230?l=giroconesul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/feeds/4053169472251015230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-giro.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/4053169472251015230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528345023979511307/posts/default/4053169472251015230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giroconesul.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-giro.html' title='O GIRO'/><author><name>giroconesul.blogspot.com.br</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801332883770839598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpuwOMDGshw/Sq133BzD4YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zoc1dfwrUFw/s72-c/DSC07768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
