"They are 7 you 8 seconds of free fall, "he tells me a bald guy with hands in pockets, as he tells me the direction of a pharmacy. “Ah, Look how well, and gives me time to remember all your family "I think, already affected by nervous tension.
We decided to take a trip to the spring. We wanted to leave behind the ice, night advanced to the desktop, the slap of the morning wind, sea of fir: Alaska. After six months of cold, we escaped south, as winter castaways looking for a shore with palm trees.
Paris has many names but in the "City of Light" rains more than in London, in "The City of Glamour" there are beggars sleeping next to the jewelers and the "City of Love" never felt welcome.
Little Diomede Island has a habit of punishing the visiting, is usually a bad mood, with twisted gesture on ice, polar winds puffing claiming his desire to be alone, lost to follow one of the corners of the world.
If you travel with us, Where you choose. On trips back in time not only want to tell the world, also, we want to live with you, confirnes take to the Peten jungle, Patagonia through the trail of Darwin or share the magic of Mozambique.
Down there, in the dense forests, rivers make watermarks on the rock. Down there, between tropical trees, Jade's roads, pools as glass, burgundy waters, snakes emeralds. Down there I heard a song of exotic birds and the sound of waterfalls.
If the elves would inhabit this planet, home would Canaima. In the Gran Sabana of Venezuela extends this territory that some locals compared to a woman. But you need to get on a helicopter to understand that sometimes the world go crazy and explode the waterfalls and landscapes impossible walls.