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On his return from Mauritius .....

Here I am back from this amazing island!

You may think until you get there that its beauties are the largest sunny beaches and the sea and instead what is most striking are so many things, but above all the great civilizations that these people show any time and their history and culture, so vast and heterogeneous.

You arrive on an island where there are no races, no religions or rather exist but are not obstacles, no walls.

People are just people, friends are friends regardless of what they believe, from what I bring to the table, the language they speak.

This is certainly the aspect that struck me more than all the way, this example of integration almost perfect and then there's everything else ... it's not just that! Already

After leaving the airport, we found that wonderful to welcome the African sky, where the horizon never comes and then the green plains and mountains covered with lush forests, and still lakes, dormant volcanic craters, and yet the blue sea and endless white beaches.

Obviously, this multi-ethnic culture that is reflected in the kitchen, the most typical Mauritian great, fantastic even the Indian.

spices like curry and allspice (typical of the place, a mix of cloves, garlic, hot pepper, it derived from a tree that has a very strong smell) everywhere, although I would have expected more fish, actually there is not very tasty fish for marlin and tuna in particular as fish and meat as veal and chicken.

I for my part I got a stash of vanilla (in sticks and withdrawn), rum, sugar variety, the lemon, vanilla and coconut.

I put some photos here and a wider selection can be found on this link http://www.flickr.com/photos/43414939 @

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Bye bye Mauritius .............

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October 14, 2009 on Mount Blegoš

"Big game hunting in Slovenia"

still want mountains, because of a cold anticyclone and early autumn the usual itchy legs. A day of holiday week amplifies the pleasure of starting to return to my beloved larch burnt by the sun.

But, as often happens to me during the few hours prior to departure, viro with a bold maneuver from the splendor of Lake Bordaglia Blegoš the uncertainty of the mountain, providing a stimulus to the news (and there have never been I have often looked down on the area), but especially the "uhuhuhu" and "ahahaha" Doctor of the peaks of the mountains of mushrooms that has managed to grab a few hours last Sunday.

So, not only itchy legs, hands, but also the idea to sink in the humid undergrowth of moss and leaves of beech and pull out treasures like the beautiful and fragrant fungi Cicciotti, sautéed, and ready to be shared with close friends.

So we start at 8 am on Wednesday, with temperatures in nearby Slovenia are lowered to 3 °. But the green valley that leads to Cerkno is the usual series of postcards of bucolic beauty, lit by the autumn colors and the cold sky of October.

arrive soon to the goal and left the cockpit, the chill of early morning takes up almost to the throat, but just go for a pee behind a beech appears that the first pair of firm and fragrant mushrooms, both to welcome !

The unpaved road climbs gently through the thick woods, but my focus now is magnetized by the carpet of leaves on the sides of the cart, the slopes are too steep to allow some distraction, so that remains is to enjoy the bright colors of the beech trees and the air crystal smell the cool scent of musk and listen to the cry of the jay rusty pulley.

Then you come to a sudden clearing is still green, where he decided to establish a large colony of Amanita muscaria: fifty will be as big as the palm of your hand, ready to file, in small groups, or randomly scattered here and there , red spots and orange dotted with white, beautiful like a fairy tale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

exiting from the spell, go up to another path in the forest of wonders, but I really only find out the return. Here too we detours to reach the top as soon as possible and then dedicated to hunting down with less effort.

Nothing in this monotonous forest open and silent, with the golden leaves of beech trees that fall to the ground, where rusting rustling under their boots. Sometimes open fleeting visuals of Triglav whitened, but the angry gusts of bora us into the Arctic atmosphere.

The refuge appears suddenly, while shivering in the wind, which spreads on the bare ridge. The Blegoš is right there above, surrounded by a ring of twisted beech trees, a sign of strong winds.

Go up against the hard-frozen snow and traces of recent amplify the feeling of being rushed into an early winter chill. The top is as wide as a prairie and polar swept by gusts, but offers a great view: all around a sea of \u200b\u200bwaving the eye, with Triglav as a massive rock fortress which dominates the scene, while the valleys remain short green pastures of summer homes and a few handfuls of onion and bell.

This should be seen and digested in a hurry, since we entered the Ice Age, and my stomach growls. Unthinkable stop here to eat something; get off to leeward, and harnessed as Himalayan climbers, reluctantly swallow a sandwich frozen. I can not wait to get back into the forest protected from wind and start hunting.

Just a few yards away at the side of the path to embark on an unprecedented frenzy: the mushrooms appear right away and just take a few steps to find another, then another and another. Large, fleshy and fragrant, in a small clearing I find even four, each the size of a large pan and stems that seem logs. After filling two bags and a backpack, and we no longer know where to put them, as some seem to come out of a freezer, weigh like anvils. We also have not nails looked, doves and dozens of other species that do not know well.

Now the cold became too bad here, but I do not mind. In less than half an hour we had a prodigious collection, but now I realize I have my hands frozen. We are now the clearing of Snow White and love them if they laugh, because the mushrooms will disappear, but they are always there!

again half an hour of soft and we cart to the car, where the lower level gives a vague warmth. We load our car and haul away in plain Cepovan passing through a wilderness of forests and boundless sovereign nature.

At home, souvenir photos of the hunt fragments and then off to the pan, with the house smelling of alpine hut, and all around the pan to taste the flavor of the wood.

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October 11, 2009 around the three shelters in Pusteria

"Once again alone in the mountains"

's not quite true: I've done this tour without company. But this time I designed, I left and came back, all alone.

second output of the "new era", but not to disprove, once again I changed my program "in progress". The idea was the yellow larch and Saturday I traveled extensively for guides; at the end were left in the second round by Sleme Vršič, Lake Bordaglia and around the Three Refuges Pusteria. All outputs have already been made, all beautiful places, but the decision did not come.

Well, I said to myself, let come tomorrow, I do not have to account to anyone, I'm free, decide on my desire.

beast but it rains the night at 6 o'clock, time to wake up spontaneously, the starry sky is black and the preparations are fast. At 6 and a half are on the highway, with a strange euphoria. I have not decided yet, if not to discard the Sleme: too short the way, I want to work hard. There remain two other options and decide which Oven Avoltri'll know what to do.

Meanwhile, I enjoy a hearty breakfast in roadside restaurants and then all of the early morning radio programs, including at least three news reports with the usual disastrous news.

Arrival in the mountains almost without realizing it, but the larches in Rigolato are still beautiful and green at the junction of Pierabech the decision is already taken.

Sapphire and S. Stefano di Cadore have drowned in the morning fog, but when viro towards Comelico, appear in the Dolomites, just pulverized by a light snowfall, and a shower of copper coins fall from beech trees shaken by the hair dryer. Everything shines after the rain yesterday, and now I know it was right to come here.

are now in Moso, already awake in the warm morning sun, while at the park there are six degrees of shade and wet batteries is not enough. Childbirth fast to keep warm and a little later comes a good news: the Pian di Ledge is open! Cecchi Brava, I say to myself: what better time to take leave from the Dolomites in good season with a lunch at Pian di Ledge?

Then, just climb on worn stones and dwarf pines that ooze moisture, looking at the top, a longitudinal deep wounds. When a new landslide? How long will these peaks still unrivaled?

The larches are yellow as I wanted, but not light and shade in a cold wind blows Sassovecchio Val. But when the sun? Comes along with Paterno, the pyramid that I climbed with a lot of heartache only a couple of months ago, and everything seems better. Then comes the Tower Toblin and the two twin lakes, and finally the outline of Locatelli and the Three Peaks.

Here again, in this scenario without equal, and with my time with my step, and the only companion of my thoughts. I only stop a few minutes, departs from the twenty people who have grown up here, because the second shelter calls me. Through the gray gravel completely in the shadow of Paterno and is always exciting as looking back, seeing the shrink and get Locatelli Cima Dreischuster with capped peaks.

Change of perspective now and again decided to climb the range, again with slow steps and arms bare, few meetings smiling and silhouettes against the light of those who have already reached the ridge. I have a hard, steep climb up to this final is the last of the day, but I'm tired and my back hurts.

Getting the usual giddiness of a new side, with the relief of back in the sun and the stomach rumbling with hunger.

The Pian di Ledge basks in the sun and is animated, but without the summer crowds. A Radler and a plate of soup are a gala dinner, with his face to the sun with your eyes closed. But we are close to the watershed between one and two is carried out and the weather changes, just in time to leave.

From here to there Comedians other than the silence of the afternoon, batting the ears with a sense of loss. A lonely space that steals every thought and feet that hurt. I'm more tired than usual and my back gives me no peace. But I get off without hesitation, obeying the call of the valley this season, up to ask for a cabin on Monte di Mezzo, still bathed in sunshine, with the fire crackling and my family waiting for me.

larches still on and a sky that has become a choppy sea of \u200b\u200bwhite waves. The last section is an unnatural slope of suffering: the new path, path to artificially get around the landslide, and knees moaning. Finally

the basin, still lapped by the last sun, you can let go of your legs and smell like the back, leaving a 'pet pride to have done and to come back smiling.

TECHNICAL

Card: No Tobacco 1 Cortina and the Dolomites of Sesto

difference in height: 865 m to the Rifugio Locatelli, 117 m further to the refuge of Pian Ledge, total 982 m height difference in

descent: 982 m

DEPARTURE

Reached the village of Sesto Moso in town take the detour to Fischleinvalley, located on the main road in the middle of the village. Walk along the paved detour for approximately three miles to the parking fee (€ 3 for the entire day), where the road ends traveled by private car (or, if you do not want to pay to park, you leave your car in near the start dell'ovovia for Croda Rossa and have it on foot). From here the route to tour the Three Refuges, clearly indicated by a table showing the travel times and the possible opening of refugees (while the valley floor is open all year except the month of November, others meet the usual opening times of the shelters, usually from June 30 to September 30). Follow the paved road that quickly becomes a dirt road on the valley floor along the route there are several deviations but the result is absolutely the same: in twenty minutes, you reach the hut valley.

PATH

Fondovalle From Refuge (1541) to the south - west part is a clear path that leads to high altitude. It goes to a fork evident right at the signpost 102, is reached Locatelli, left Zsigmondy - Comedians. The tour of the Three Refuges can be traversed in both directions, but personally I prefer that to the Locatelli. Then take a right and go up without hesitation or deviation Sassovecchio along the valley beside a stream that flows beneath the imposing of a rope to your left. You'll notice right near the top of the obvious signs of detachment, in October 2006, imposing a landslide poured downstream. Climb with a constant slope, until the vegetation thins out and appear before the Paterno, then Torre Toblin. The atmosphere is wonderful and the location not too demanding. As you are now a large lawn under the Tower Toblin, appear the Three Peaks and the shape of the Locatelli Hut (2405 m) have come to the first leg of the tour, you have covered the most conspicuous difference of 865 m. and if you have spent 2 ½ hours, you're in perfect English media. The stay will be unforgettable, I promise.

If you can not stand more, turn your heels and get to where you came, but if you still have legs and lungs, take my advice and take the route 101, located north - east of the refuge along the scree slopes of the north of Monte Paterno, in a short hour of soft crossing will take you to the Rifugio Pian di Ledge. You'll have to make one short climb worthy of the name of ledges to reach Forcella Pian but the effort is very limited and the views can not miss, especially when they emerge from the seat next to a wooden crucifix and you in front of you another extraordinary world, with the Croda dei Toni, the Cadini Misurina and stretches of mountains as far as the eye lift from the wind. Another ten minutes and you will be at Pian di Ledge, small and charming refuge at an altitude of 2,522, which will amaze you with its own kitchen and a priceless view. When you are sated with food and beauty, you can resume the journey From here it's all down to the valley. Take Refuge in the direction of Zsigmondy - Comedians and with a comfortable and very scenic walk in half an hour you will be at your destination. The Refuge is located on a scenic rocky cliff in front of the Croda dei Toni and the Sundial Sesto, along the ledges which starts the famous Via degli Alpini. Even Here the atmosphere is great and when you are ready, all that remains is along the last 684 meters of descent to return to the hut in the valley. You should not take more than an hour and on arrival, if you still have desires, know that the valley offers delicious buchtel (typical South Tyrolean sweet yeast dough served with vanilla cream), but also yogurt with berries and any other traditional delicacy for the refuge.

CONSIDERATIONS

E 'trip to be missed. I've done in all seasons (winter snowshoe only until Locatelli!) And I can not decide when she is prettier. In summer it is beautiful, with the only drawback of imposing a flow excursion, but only follow it safe with time because the flashes have a strong preference for this area (by the way, "Croda dei Toni" means "thunder of Croda"! ). In the autumn with the yellow larch and semi-desert with emotions not common. On a sunny winter day, the white peaks against the blue sky are the closest thing to paradise you can imagine on earth (ALWAYS ask first on the snow conditions!). It 's a hike without pitfalls, but it still requires proper training and equipment (we still want 5 to 6 hours for the full course, even if The overall height difference does not reach one thousand meters). I never tire of recommending to keep an eye on the weather and remember that over two thousand meters of altitude, you can switch from summer to winter in a few hours, even though we are in the middle of July (yes, I'm terrified of storms and bad weather, but Her Majesty has given me some Mountain strict lessons on the subject, which I never forget!).

Is Delma A Good Watch

It's up to me!

But how are feliceeeeee!
Finally it's my time to leave, waiting for me Sunday for a flight to Mauritius and I can not wait!
Obviously the case is not ready, the depletion is at most but I have to leave tomorrow and that is enough.
I want to relax, have fun, sunbathing and sea, discovering new places and customs, meet people, and of course tasting dishes.
you soon, bye bye!