Difference between Ice Hotel Romania and Ice Palace Switzerland

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Enjoying my coffee above Europe

What London, NY, Paris, Tokyo, Milan?!? Whaaaaaat??!! No, no, excuse moi, I prefer enjoying my coffee above Europe!!!
So today since I had off from work, I decided to go to the famous region Jungfraujoch (which is 1h and a half away from where I live, by train). Took my camera and there I was, waiting for the train up to Jungfraujoch.
Now let`s admit it. I am kinda lucky since I get to see Europe from 3454 m above sea level on my day off.
The journey by train was really pleasant (as every journey with a Swiss train, obviously). But adding the wonderful white sites, full of people skiing and losing track of them between the rocky hills, sun shining so bright and damn..the SWISS ALPS which are quite astonishing!!

So you have  probably asked yourself  many times why are these Swiss people so famous for their rail tracks and trains and so on?! Because they managed to make a tunnel IN THE MOUNTAINS (ALPS) of 7 km in 14 years. So at a first glance it may sound a bit too much for 7 km, but think about the year in which they started to build it: somewhere in 1901, think about the weather conditions by that time Рglobal warming was not so obvious so winter was pretty much WINTER at 3454 metres, think about the way they were bringing all the utencils and equipments up there. There are a lot of factors to take into consideration. This is probably a minor example of why Switzerland is so good at its trains and rail tracks. And that`s probably why a ticket is so expensive!!

I knew before leaving home that I will definitely have to visit 2 major attractions: the famous “Sphinx”, which is actually a lift that brings you even more up and from which you can admire the extraordinary panorama. And the “Ice Palace”,¬†which only from hearing¬†its¬†status of “PALACE” ¬†you sure expect something really…WOW! So the first thing I did when I arrived was………..smoking my cigarette of course!!! haha.

The panorama from the Sphinx is breath-taking. Literally. There were -8 degrees Celsius, but the sun was so bright and at that altitude you could have felt the warmth of the sun. There was this Ice river (thats how they call it, for me it seems more like a sea) between the mountains and a lot of glaciars. You couldnt possibly stop taking pics!!

The next on the list: Ice Palace. I was more excited about this one, but sorry Swiss people who came with this idea, the “Palace” kinda disappointed me…So I went through this ice tunnel, at its end there were some ice ways to just walk over there and admire probably the icy walls?!! and some sculptured ice statues that were I am guessing 6 in total. There was even a toy in an ice cube, some nice eagles and…thats it!! So this was basically the Ice Palace. PALACE?

Now, Switzerland, I know you didn`t want to hear this, but I really HAVE TO COMPARE YOUR ICE PALACE WITH ICE HOTEL FROM ROMANIA! I mean, you know you can do better than this. You know it, but still, your palace can`t even be compared with a single room with a “Bear View” in Ice Hotel Romania. √Ć am going to post the pictures, you can make the difference I guess. Switzerland, stick to your chocolates, cheese and trains. Leave the ice “palace” for Romania. ūüėČ

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Far away from home

I just realised that I have reached the point where I start regreting and cursing my alarm clock, because I did not get to drink a cup of coffee with my mom, while dreaming. I know, it may sound a bit weird,¬† but I cannot describe the feeling of great¬†happiness I had when I we sat down, just about to drink that damn coffee. But suddendly I said: “oh, at the other coffee shop they sell also chocolate cakes. Imma go and buy one and bring it over here”. Went there, almost bought the choco cake and the alarm started to ring. I woke up disappointed.

You start appreciating things even in your dreams. When I was back home, I missed so many events and so many little things that were done in my family. I used to lay in my bed all day long, as if I was tired to see the common faces in the house. At one point I even started to eat alone, since I dont know how, I was not hungry when everybody was, so I was missing every family meal. Now I realise how much I miss all these. The price you pay for your future is being so far away from your true home. And by true home I mean the little things that fill your soul with happiness. Hearing your younger brother playing his first songs on the piano from your room and not hearing him on Skype, from so many km, is on the list as well and it`s just a minor example.

Think about the little things you would miss in your family. The screams  between brothers, the way your mum calls your name, the way your dad waits for you when you are coming late from a party, the way your dog sleeps, the way the coffee tastes, the way your grandmother tells you to clean your room.

I guess you cannot realise all these until you “fly” away from home.

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Extirparea pitzipoancelor

Un titlu cam dur, dar cam aici se vrea sa se ajunga cu emisiunea “Ce vor ei”¬† de pe Euforia TV. Initiativa este laudabila, pentru ca scopul in sine a emisiunii este de a educa prost-imbracatele (respectiv, pitipoancele), de a le deschide ochii cu privire la faptul ca paietele mov impreuna cu buze roz supra-marite si ochii fardati verde strident nu se potrivesc sub nici o forma. O emisiune educativa, de care atat fetele, tinere intre 17-30 de ani, dar si baietii, au nevoie pentru a pasi intr-o lume a bunului gust. Prezentatorii sunt duri si asa ar trebui sa ramana, pentru ca in general, tinerele sunt cam tupeiste si cam prea sigure pe ele si stilul lor vestimentar si le trebuie cineva care sa le dea jos de pe piedestalul de plastic suflat cu aur pe care s-au cocotat. Am sa va las 2 clipuri si cele care se simt, luati aminte. Si apropo..rujul roz deschis se potriveste numai unui anumit tip de piele si culoare. Fardati-va cu culori care sa fie in armonie cu culoarea ochilor vostri. Nu va mai impodobiti cu o mie de accesorii daca rochia fura deja ochii. Se poarta simplul, naturalul. Nu va mai coafati parul in stilul nevestei lui Al Bundy. Mici sfaturi cu care ati putea incepe o schimbare..

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Sommer ist da!

Am ales un theme care sa va impregneze sentimentul de “vara”, un theme colorat si care ne bine dispune pe toti. Si cum vara mea va fi plina (din toate punctele de vedere), ma gandesc serios la un nou proiect WordPress. Va fi o surpriza placuta, sper eu, si voi incerca sa finalizez planul de “atac” cat mai curand ca sa pot sa il pun si in practica. Inca nu m-am hotarat daca va fi in romana sau engleza, lucrez la asta.

Sa va povestesc ce am facut weekend-ul trecut! La cele peste 30 de grade care erau afara, sambata dimineata la 9 jumate ma aflam pe strada Cobalcescu. Opresc masina in fata unei case vechi, gard vopsit (daca se poate spune asa) verde si vad un afis colorat pe care scria :”Targul Vintage Cutezatoarele”. Imi fac curaj si intru. Si atunci s-a produs fenomenul: BOOM! O explozie de culori, haine colorate, accesorii vintage care iti luau ochii, palarii, esarfe, pantofi si fete. Multe fete. Cu prietenii lor care, saracii, carau umerase si alte suporturi de agatat “marfa”. Acolo am intalnit-o pe Oana, organizatoare: o tipa misto, modesta, faina. Pe masuta aranjase prajiturele home-made si limonada rece, numai buna de baut pe canicula. Printre hainele bunicii zburdau fete imbracate care mai de care, in combinatii traznite, dar cu bun gust. Mirosul de tei combinat cu vechi ma ametise. Era ca intr-o poveste. Susoteli, barfe inocente, rasete copilaroase, zambete in stanga si in dreapta..A meritat sa las soarele sa imi arda umerii. Initiative de soiul asta sa tot fie, fetelor! Ati facut o treaba faina, un alt mod de a te distra in afara de o plimbare pe Dorobanti. In spatele unui gard aproape daramat, se ascunde o comoara. Trebuie sa risti, sa treci de gard, sa o descoperi. Asa e si in viata: comorile sunt ascunse in cele mai intunecoase si urate locuri. Ca sa dai de oameni, adevarate comori, trebuie sa dai mai intai de lepre.:). Asta inseamna sa te risti.

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Da biletul de unde nu-i!

Ei bine, iata-ma dupa bac, asteptand rezultatele, in vacanta ca tot omu`, m-am gandit sa ma reapuc de scris. Printre atatea suparari prin tara, cu criza, cu politicieni murdari, cu vedete care isi schimba silicoanele intre ele, cu bombe sexi si diaconescu arestat, va zic sincer ca…ABIA ASTEPT SA PLEC DIN TARA!

Sa va dau un mic exemplu: m-am nascut in cartierul Berceni. Am copilarit printre baieti si fete de cartier, m-am jucat in fata blocului cat imi permiteau ai mei (astfel incat sa nu ajung chiar o epava). Tin minte ca stateam la geam si imi curgeau lacrimi de elefant cand auzeam copiii strigand pe afara si eu trebuia sa fac bastonase si mai tarziu probleme cu mere si pere. Ei bine, anii au trecut, unii au ramas la nivelul de cartier, fara prea multa scoala, cu preocupari mai putin ortodoxe, iar altii si-au vazut de invatat, anturaj ok si speranta unui viitor putin mai stralucit. Printre ei m-am aflat si eu. M-am mutat din Berceni acum cativa ani. Acum o luna, revin acolo cu niste treburi. Veneam din centru, cu metrou. Am avut multe experiente cu controlori care vroiau sa ma prinda pe linia lui 313, prin urmare m-am dus ca un cetatean civilizat sa imi iau un bilet de calatorie. Ajung la ghiseu:

“-Buna ziua! Vreau si eu un bilet,va rog!”

“-Nu avem, domnisoara. Avem doar carduri. Nu se mai vand bilete de cateva luni, am anuntat de nu stiu cat timp, trebuia sa stiti asta.”

“-Doamna, eu nu locuiesc in cartier. Sunt in trecere. Imi trebuie un bilet de 1 leu si 30 bani. Atat.”

“-Domnisoara, dumneata nu intelegi? Avem carduri incepand de la 12 lei cu valabilitate de 3 ani.”

“-Eu nu am banii astia si nu imi trebuie card cu valabilitate de 3 ani daca nu locuiesc in zona. Plus de asta, mi se pare absurd. Vin din centru si acolo sunt bilete normale. Aici de ce exista doar carduri?”

“-Asa a vrut domnu’ Piedone (primarul sectorului 4) sa introduca carduri. Va duceti inapoi in centru si va luati bilete. ”

Eu, deja rosie la fata:

“-Doamna, vin din centru, ma puneti sa ma intorc in centru sa imi iau bilet ca sa ma intorc iar in Berceni ca sa pot sa ma duc cu autobuzul. E o absurditate ce imi cereti.”

Evident ca faza cu cetateanul civilizat a picat. Doamna de la ghiseu, tipic deranjata tot timpul de parca a batut-o soarele in cap toata ziua, iar controlorul…de ala nu am avut parte, spre norocul meu. Desi va zic sincer, ca daca ma “prindea”, nu stiu cum as fi reactionat. Recent au introdus si bilete, am aflat. Si-au dat seama ca 313 circula prin centru si nu poti izola un cartier intreg cu carduri de restul Bucurestiului, cu bilete normale, din moment ce unele autobuze tranziteaza centrul orasului. Logic, nu? Doamnei de la ghiseu nu i s-a parut. Sau poate nu vroia sa i se para. Parca ne-am robotizat cu totii. Acceptam niste realitati absurde, care nu au nicio legatura cu viata reala. Acceptam sa dam spagi la cei care umplu rezervorul cu motorina, cand ala e job-ul lor si sunt platiti pentru asta. Acceptam sa stam la coada la semafor, cand altii trec peste linia de tramvai si se baga cu nerusinare in fata noastra. Acceptam sictirul si nepasarea celor din institutiile publice. Acceptam orice mizerie la televizor, orice spalare de creier. De ce? Asta ramane o enigma pentru mine. Pentru cine, pentru ce, de ce acceptam?

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Timpul vindeca tot…sau nu

I still miss Ada. Desi au trecut aproape 8 luni de cand si-a luat la revedere, uneori ma trezesc gandindu-ma la ea. Am avut tendinta sa scriu un post imediat dupa ce a “plecat”, dar m-am gandit ca poate va suna prea siropos. Sentimentele de regret erau mult prea recente, m-as fi enervat sa citesc acum un post in care imi plangeam de mila mie si celorlalti care au cunoscut-o. A fost un soc pentru mine (si sunt sigura ca si pentru multi, desi ea era bolnava de ceva vreme). Cand am aflat ca e in spital, am vrut sa ma duc sa ii duc niste flori, sa-mi cer scuze ca nu m-am mai interesat de ea de ceva timp. Mi-a urat la multi ani cand am facut 18. Aia cred ca a fost ultima oara cand am vorbit. Anu trecut in martie. Inca am imaginea ei in cap. Cand sunt singura, nu stiu de ce imi vine ea in minte. Ma sperii uneori, dar ma linisteste gandul ca e bine. E fericita acolo. Am visat-o. Era suparata ca nu avem timp sa ne vedem cu toate fetele la un cico. Se stramba, radea. Altceva numai tin minte. Stiu doar ca m-am bucurat enorm sa o revad..sanatoasa, fericita. A ramas la fel.
I still miss Ada..si e ceva care imi aminteste de ea destul de des. Inca nu stiu ce..Poate doar absenta ei imi aminteste de ea…

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