Plettenberg Bay, or "Plett" as the locals call it, and the surrounding area is a place I could spend a lot more time. Like a month or so. At least. From the beautiful lush coast landscape, including hiking trails and National Parks that run along the beach, to the extensive wildlife, including the Birds of Eden Bird Sanctuary (the second largest aviary in the world; so big it doesn't really feel like you are in any type of enclosure), a Wolf Sanctuary, a Lion Sanctuary, an Elephant Sanctuary, a Leopard Sanctuary, and more. There's also the adventure sports here: the Bouji?? Bungy Bridge (highest bungy bridge in the world), paragliding, kite surfing, shark diving, kayaking, surfing, etc.
World's highest bungee bridge at just over 700 feet. Uh, maybe next time. Or not.
I will definitely return to Plett. I am feeling guilty that I don't have enough time to see and do everything I want to experience here. But unfortunately I've created a bit of a schedule for myself that I am going to have to somewhat stick to. I don't have a hard-and-fast daily schedule, but I have a limited amount of time to cover this continent and the next, while staying within the preferable weather window.
The elephant just grabbed my hand with her trunk, and we walked along like that….
Ok, so maybe it wasn't quite like that. I stopped at the Elephant Sanctuary, where not only did I get to walk trunk-in-hand with the elephants, but I learned a tremendous amount about elephants. For example, one big difference between an Indian Elephant and an African Elephant is the size of their ears. African elephants have larger ears. They use their ears as radiators and fans for body temperature control. The larger ears have more blood flowing through them to help cool it, and they flap their ears to help stay cool. They also roll around in the mud as a natural sunblock.
Did you know elephants only have four teeth: all molars, for chewing. But they go through six sets of these teeth in a lifetime.
Also, elephants' front feet are larger and round, because they carry more weight on their front feet than the rear.
Two of the elephants I met at the sanctuary had lost the tip of their trunks. Normally an elephant has a couple of projections at the tip of its' trunk that it uses like fingers to grab and pull grass up to eat. The two elephants that had lost this part of their trunks (the handlers at the sanctuary thought it had probably happened in a snare trap) had learned to use their feet to kick at the ground and tear the grass up before eating it.
After leaving the elephant sanctuary, I headed inland, over the Outeniqua Pass towards Oudtshoorn ("Ostrich Capitol of the World") and the Klein Karoo, or Little Karoo. Once through the pass, the scenery quickly changed from the lush green coastal landscape to arid semi-desert. At Oudtshoorn I turned back west on Route 62, which is South Africa's version of our Route 66, and much of it looks like Route 66 through New Mexico or Arizona: red rock bluffs, high desert scrub, and a long two-lane highway.
I camped at the Station Inn campground, where Cheryl and Michael have converted the old Calitzdorp railroad stop into a campground and pub.
I entered the coordinates for Calitzdorp into my GPS and then rode until I saw the pin.
Yes, the trolley cars function, and you can take one and go to the end of the property on it.
I was the only one at the campground this night.
Across the tracks from the old ticket office is an old warehouse that Cheryl and Michael have turned into a pub and party hall.
I was the only camper, though several locals showed up to play darts at the pub, and I spent some time talking with the owners about my travels, their travels (Michael has a BMW 650), and other travelers who have come through.
The next morning I continued northwest on Route 62, and once again the winds picked up, causing me to fight for lane position again.
By the time I reached N2 (the main highway to Cape Town), I was exhausted and my back, shoulders and neck were aching from straining to hold the bike on course. I had one more pass to cross before I would hopefully be out of the strong winds and back on the Cape Town side of the weather. Near the top of this pass is the Hugenot Tunnel, a 4 km long tunnel through the mountain.
As I had hoped, the wind on the other side of the tunnel was just a slight breeze and things returned to a more relaxed ride, even though the pace was still much faster than I would have liked.
As I finished packing to leave the Backpacker Hostel in Agulhas, a gentleman approached me and asked some of the usual questions: where was I headed, where did I come from (which typically starts a much longer conversation when they realize that i rode 35,000 kilometers on a 250 to get here). Within a few minutes, his family joined him; it's often the "I sold my house, my car, and most of my belongings before leaving on this trip" that gets the wife interested. Suddenly, it's not just about motorcycles any more. Once again, South African kindness prevailed, and before leaving, Mrs. Charda gave me a slip of paper with their phone numbers on it and asked me to call them when I returned to Cape Town and she would cook an Indian dinner for me.
Nearly the entire day was spent on major highways, which I hate. But the N2 highway is the coast road along this section of the Garden Route, so I had no real choice. The speed limit here is 120 kph (about 74 mph) in many places, and that's faster than the XT likes to go. I felt bad pushing it at 100 kph for any extended period, but with all of the Easter traffic returning home today, I had to get out of the way. This is the first time of my entire trip that I've felt I was going slower than the majority of the traffic, and it's an indication that I'm not on the roads I want or like to be on. In South Africa, it's common to pull onto the shoulder to let faster traffic pass (much like in Texas), and here nearly every car that passed me, including a police car, turned their flashers on for two or three flashes after passing as a "thank you".
Speaking of road customs, I hadn't really considered it until today, but motorcyclists here have a bit of a difficulty with being friendly. In the States, it's very common for two bikers to "wave" at each other when they pass on the highway. This is done by extending the left hand out to the side and down slightly. In South Africa, that doesn't work so well, since you're on the opposite side of the road and the "wave" is on the wrong side. Of course, you can't just take your right hand off the throttle to wave (unless you have cruise control, which is a small percentage of bikers). In France and Italy, when I would pass other bikes, they would hang a foot off the peg as a means of waving without removing a hand from the bars. Here in South Africa, they do this "head nod" thing: they kind of flop their head to the right side, like waving your head instead of your hand. It looks odd at first, but I caught on after a while.
After a relatively long (450 km) day on the highway, I arrived at Natures Valley National Park, just outside of Plettenberg Bay. It's a fairly small camping area, but nice, filled with trees, and baboons apparently.
Sign posted on the door to the kitchen area at the campground.
I didn't see any, but I heard some odd noises during the night. My food stays locked in the panniers while camping here, just in case.
Am I Back in Patagonia??
It poured down rain all night. I stayed dry in my tent, though for the first time I had a little drip where the fly and tent touch the main pole. It stopped after a bit and never really became a problem. I slept really well, other than occasionally having to peek outside to make sure the river wasn't rising too fast. I knew when I went to bed it was about four feet lower than my tent. It rained a bit over an inch during the night. So I didn't float away.
It continued to rain on and off until about 10am, when the sun peeked through the clouds long enough to dry the rain fly and footprint of my tent and get everything packed. I headed for the coast, to the town of Strand, then followed the coast road to Betty's Bay and Hermanus. The road to Hermanus from Strand is another one of those epic coastal roads, just hanging there over the ocean. With the front that blew through last night, the wind was howling and the seas were really churning. Waves looked like they would crash and stop, the wind forcing them back and not allowing any further forward progress. Like Chapman's Peak, this is a road I could ride several more times just for the scenery.
The coastal route runs right along the edge of the mountains here. Spectacular!
Not sure if the black flag with the shark on it is truly a shark warning for surfers, but I don't want to find out.
Beyond Hermanus I turned inland and really fought the wind. At one point I found myself fighting hard to stay on the road at 28mph. Any faster and I couldn't keep the bike in the lane. A large dust storm blew across the road for about a mile, reducing visibility and making it feel like the front tire would slip out from under the bike at any moment. It was worse than anything I had experienced in Patagonia.
Eventually I made it to Cape Agulhas, although I have to admit that for the last ten miles I was seriously questioning if it was worth it. The whole reason to go to Agulhas is like going to Ushuaia: it's the furthest point south on the African continent, and of course I just had to have the photo. But getting there made getting to Ushuaia look easy. It's not always like this here; I just picked the worst possible day, just after a strong front passed through.
Ok, that's it for "south". Time to start heading north.
I had planned to camp at a caravan park in Agulhas but it's just a big grass lot a block from the ocean, and I was afraid the wind was too strong for my tent, so I began to look for a place to stay. Unfortunately it's Easter Sunday, and everything in town was booked. I stopped at several places, and at one the couple who own it called around for me, confirming that nothing was available.
Ugh. Into the wind….always point it directly into the wind, not at an angle.
While waiting for the couple to check on alternative lodging for me, the wind managed to blow my bike OVER the kickstand and onto the ground. First time I've had that experience. I knew when I parked the bike I should have pointed it into the wind, but at the time there was a lull and I thought I could make it.
I resigned myself to trying to pitch my tent at the caravan park. When I got there, it was closed, and there was a sign that said their Sunday hours were until noon, and listed an after-hours number to call. I fished my phone out of my pocked and started to dial, but before I could finish a woman walked up and asked if I was looking for accommodation.
Well, that decided it for me. I got back on the bike and rode back across town to the hostel. The guy at reception was very nice, showed me a great place to put my tent with good wind protection, and gave me a tour, including all the amenities available to me even though I was just camping. Hot showers, free coffee and tea 24/7, swimming pool. All for 80 Rand, or five dollars.
The wind is supposed to die down tomorrow. I hope so. I'm not sure I can get out of this town otherwise, as it will be worse heading the other way. Tomorrow will be a long day, with or without the wind, but I'm looking forward to more spectacular scenery. And I'm only a couple of days away from large animals!
It's Easter weekend, and while summer has just ended, it's a holiday (think Labor Day at the end of summer in the U.S.). I'm headed first to Franschhoek (Afrikaans for "French Corner") and then to a campground on the river for my first night in the tent in Africa.
Franschhoek is less than an hour from Cape Town. Nestled between mountains in a beautiful valley, the road there is lined with vineyards and wineries for miles. It seems like every few hundred yards is an entrance to another winery. They all have beautiful large Provencal looking buildings. It definitely feels like I've arrived in Provence. It's a town of only 15,000 residents, but it swells on weekends and holidays.
Huguenot museum in Franschhoek. Huguenots were French protestant refugees in the 16th and 17th centuries who settled here after fleeing religious persecution in France.
Just before riding into town, I spot the Franschhoek Motor Museum on the opposite side of the road, and turn around to take a photo. I really wanted to tour this museum, but I visited their website and found that while their collection includes antique cars and motorcycles, motorcycles are not allowed on the grounds. Seemed very hypocritical to me: "If you are a true motorcycle enthusiast, you would surely appreciate our collection of rare motorcycles. But you are not welcome to view them. However, if you arrive in a car and have no interest in motorcycles, feel free to have a look." I even sent them an email explaining that I had ridden my motorcycle around the world to see their collection, and received no reply.
No motorcycles allowed to visit this motorcycle museum.
I rode through Franschhoek all the way from end to end twice. It's a small town. A beautiful, but touristy, small town. I quickly noticed that I was the only motorcycle in town. After seeing tons of BMWs all over Cape Town, I thought sure I'd see a few here, mixed in with the occasional vintage Rolls Royce and Mercedes that I saw easing down the main street. Perhaps Franschhoek is just too snooty to accept any motorcycles.
After two passes through town, and not finding a parking spot within viewing distance of a sidewalk cafe, I decided to ride on. I'm sure the parking lots off of the main street are safe, but with all of my gear on the bike i just didn't feel right walking away from it. In other places in both South America and in Cape Town, I simply pulled over the curb and parked on the sidewalk (no reason for a bike to waste an entire car space), but here it just didn't feel right.
After a late lunch I headed towards the campground I had found on iOverlander.com. It's Easter Saturday, and I was afraid I might not find a space for my tent, so I figured mid-afternoon might be better than waiting too late.
When I arrived at Berg River Resort, I asked if they had a spot for my tent.
What is with this country??
After a brief discussion, I agreed to their terms. It turns out, my campsite (the last one they had) is in direct view of the gate and only about 100 yards away. It took three trips to haul my gear from the bike to the campsite. As I was covering the bike, two guys in a loud small car came through the campground. If it's the noise that made them prohibit motorcycles (and I don't know that's the case, but I suspect it is), then the Honda Civic just proved that point wrong.
Hard to see, but three trees back, you can just see my blue motorcycle cover. That's the entrance to the campground, and as far as motorcycles are allowed to go.
I had expected to be denied access to the National Parks in Africa due to safety concerns with the wild animals. I was not expecting to be denied access to motorcycle museums and campgrounds. Still, this is the only real negative I've found so far in South Africa, and it's offset by the tremendous kindness that continues to arise from total strangers. Like tonight: as I was about to fire up my stove to cook my now standard pasta-in-a-mug dinner, my neighbors at the campsite, Franz & Christie invited me to share their dinner, which was way better than my pasta…rice and veggies stir fried with ostrich meatballs. After dinner, Franz pulled out his Africa Road Atlas, turned to the South Africa section, and began circling roads and places that I should see. Then he gave me the book! I couldn't believe it. It includes nearly all of the countries I intend to visit. Inside the cover, they wrote their phone number, and told me to call them if/when I got to Mossel Bay and I could stay with them. Unfortunately, I may pass through Mossel Bay before they even return home from the campground, but if the timing works, I intend to take them up on their invitation.
Yesterday I tried to go to Table Mountain and ride the aerial tramway to the top for a look around. Unfortunately, the wind was blowing like I was back in Patagonia, and the Tram was closed due to weather. So instead I rode up to the top of Signal Hill, which is near Table Mountain, and took in the views of the city from there.
Looking across at Table Mountain from Signal Hill.
Today I played tourist and ticked off a bunch of places to see and things to do on the Cape Peninsula south of Cape Town.
I started by heading towards Table Mountain again. After checking their website, I decided to pass on the cable car ride to the top, for two reasons: first and foremost, today is a holiday, and there are tons of people there; the website said there was a two hour wait at the bottom to board the tram. Second, it's a bit pricey at 240 Rand, or a bit over $15, just to get a view of Cape Town from higher up. Yesterday I rode to the top of Signal Hill and the view from there was good enough for me.
So instead of going to the west side of Table Mountain, I rode down around the east side, and then around to Hout Bay. The traffic this morning was a bit worse than normal due to the Two Oceans Ultra-Marathon that is taking place tomorrow. As a warm-up, there were several different "fun runs" this morning. Several roads will be closed tomorrow, and all along my route today I saw television cameras being set up on platforms alongside the road. I'm thankful that I was able to do this trip today and didn't accidentally stumble into that mess tomorrow.
It was cool to meet someone randomly in traffic from "home". I didn't get to speak to them for long, but it appeared that perhaps they were here for a bit longer than a week's vacation.
Beautiful beach at Hout Bay.
There's a small island just outside of Hout Bay with a large colony of Cape Fur Seals. You can take a boat ride to the view the seals, and it's relatively inexpensive. I would have done it, but between the marathon crowds and the holiday weekend crowds, I decided to skip it. I plan to see a lot more "fur" later on in Africa.
Just past Hout Bay is a spectacular road along the coast called Chapman's Peak Drive, or simply "Chappie" by the locals.
Chapman's Peak Drive. Spectacular road and scenery.
Chappie ends at the town of Noordhoek on the south end. From there the road splits, and I chose to head further south to Scarborough before turning east and cutting across the peninsula to Simon's Town.
Toto, we're definitely not in Kansas any more…and by the way, how do I roll up my windows and lock my doors on this bike?
Yep. Not Kansas. Or Texas.
Simon's Town is a quaint little seaside village that has become quite a tourist draw. The South African Navy is based here (both ships, from the size of the harbor…just kidding), and just south of Simon's Town is Boulders Beach, which is home to a colony of 3,000 African Penguins. These penguins used to be called Jackass Penguins, due to the donkey braying sound that they make, but somebody decided they needed a more attractive name, so now they are known as African Penguins, and are the only penguins that breed in Africa.
Penguins, on the rocks. Shaking, not stirred.
Young ones, molting. These penguins change their feathers once a year, and it takes 21 days to do it. During that time, they can't go in the water, so they have to eat a lot before hand, then starve themselves for three weeks.
Unlike in Ushuaia, these penguins are provided fiberglass "nests" which they seem to have adopted without a problem.
We had a brief conversation about my travels thus far, they wished me luck, and off they went.
Heading back up the east side of the peninsula, I stopped at Kalk Bay for lunch at Kalky's Fish & Chips. As I was walking to the restaurant, a couple walked up next to me.
Lunch at Kalky's: Prawns & chips, and a fizzy. In the States, this would be shrimp & fries, and a soft drink. Very messy, very spicy, and very delicious.
After a bit of clean-up, I was back on the bike and headed to Muizenberg Beach.
Tomorrow I leave Cape Town for "greener" pastures.
My bike flew into Cape Town from Buenos Aires via London yesterday. This morning I went to the airport to begin what I assumed would be a long process of getting the bike through South African Customs. I had set aside a couple of days for this process just in case, especially since I still didn't have a title for the bike (it's on its' way; in South Africa now but hasn't been delivered yet), and I wasn't sure if I could get the bike released without the title.
First up: find the bike. It arrived on a British Airways 747, but nobody, including Google, seemed to know the location of British Airways Cargo Services. I wandered the airport for a while, until someone pointed me towards South African Airways Cargo. It was a large building, so I thought maybe they shared it with British Airways. After going through their security checks and signing in, I was told that British Airways cargo was handled by Swissport, which was a few more blocks down the street.
When I got to Swissport, they immediately knew my bike was there, and handed me paperwork and directed me towards Customs which was just across the parking lot. This is the point that I figured I was going to spend the rest of the day, and I fully expected to have to hire a customs broker in the end to complete the transaction. But I was determined to try to do it myself first and save the expense.
To my surprise, the woman in the Customs office was incredibly helpful and very knowledgeable. She handed me another form to fill out, which I recognized as the form that a customs broker would normally complete. I took this as a good sign. She then asked me to sign a form giving Customs the authority to fill out my carnet de passage. For those of you who aren't familiar with the carnet, it's basically a form stating that you have put up money for a bond, and are temporarily importing the motorcycle and will take it back out of the country within a certain time limit or forfeit your bond. This is required in many countries, including most of Africa. I've been carrying it with me but hadn't needed it until now.
I signed the letter of authorization and she filled out and stamped my carnet. She never asked for any other paperwork for the motorcycle. At this point she and I walked back over to the Swissport warehouse together and she verified the chassis number of the bike, then signed the release form.
Wait, what? That's it? You mean I'm done? I can take the bike? Are you sure? Wow.
Well, I did have to pay Swissport $18.95 for handling charges. But within two hours I had my bike and was free to go. No hassles. Very little waiting. It probably took me longer to get to the airport and find the right warehouse than actually walking the bike through Customs.
"Me." I waved my helmet at him. The grin on his face was huge. I'm not sure, but I think he was thinking, "This guy is crazy, and too old to do this." Apparently I don't look like a motorcyclist here. I haven't decided yet if that's a good or bad thing.
I took the bike off the pallet, connected the battery, installed the mirrors, pulled my compressor out and aired up the tires, and I was ready to go. Slowly. Very slowly and cautiously. Because they drive on the left here. Which makes intersections, especially right turns, a bit tricky at first. Not too bad if you're in traffic and can follow other cars, or when the street is well marked with arrows painted on the lanes. Without all of that, it requires a bit of extra concentration. As I approached the first roundabout, I was constantly repeating "LEFT! CLOCKWISE!!" in my helmet. I know from past experience riding in England that it will quickly get easier.
I'll spend the next few days sight-seeing around Cape Town and prepping the bike, then I plan to head along the coast for a few days, camping and visiting some of the spectacular spots in South Africa. It's all coming together.
Feels like Southern California (temperature and neighborhoods), looks a bit like Honolulu. That's Table Mountain in the background. I'm headed there tomorrow. More details on that later.
I couldn't decide if this guy's board was really wood, or just fiberglass made to look like an old-school wood board. It has grain and knots and the whole bit, but I'm pretty sure it's fiberglass. Looked cool though.
Cape Town's version of Alcatraz: that's Robben Island in the distance. Originally a leper colony, later a prison, this is where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for 18 of the 27 years he served behind bars. In addition to Mandela, two other South African presidents, including current President Jacob Zuma, were former inmates here. It is now a museum and the tour guides are former prisoners.
Buenos Aires, Argentina to Cape Town, South Africa. Direct, it's a bit over four thousand miles. Not bad. That would be about eight hours on a plane. If there was a plane from Buenos Aires to Cape Town. But there isn't. For me, or for the bike. South African Airways used to fly between these two cities, but no longer does. Which means that instead of eight hours to cover 4,300 miles, it now takes 37 hours and just over 13,000 miles to travel between South America and South Africa.
I left Buenos Aires at 9:30pm on Thursday night. Eighteen hours later (and seven hours of time zone changes), I landed in Dubai, UAE, at 10:30pm Friday night. I've traveled to Japan many times from the United States, but this was the first time I had been served dinner, breakfast, lunch, and dinner again on a flight.
I had a nine and a half hour layover in Dubai, and the airline provided me with a free hotel room near the airport to get some proper sleep before continuing on in the morning. I was a bit disappointed to be there only at night, and not get to experience this incredible city in the daylight. But I was also exhausted from being on a plane for so long, and was ready for a bed.
Arriving in Dubai Friday night.
The hotel apparently functions solely as a stopover for Emirates Airlines. When I checked in, they already knew my schedule, and had already set up a 5am wake-up call, and informed me that check-out was at 6am (how's that for efficiency?). By 6:30am I was back at the airport and about to board my nine hour flight to Cape Town.
You've probably never heard of more than half of these movies. I hadn't either. But I have to say, they were all good. Some were good for helping me catch up on my sleep. Others, like Barney Thompson, were just plain strange.
As of this writing, the bike hasn't left Buenos Aires yet. It will fly to London, then change planes and head to Cape Town, and should arrive here Tuesday afternoon. Meanwhile, I'm on foot (well, foot and a half, actually; my ankle swelled up tremendously from all of the plane time, but I'm still walking fairly well), so I plan to do some walking today, and head to the shopping area to acquire some things that I couldn't fly with, such as gas canisters for my camp stove.
27 hours in economy coach seating is not good for the ankle.
The area I'm staying in reminds me a lot of Southern California, and in particular Orange County. The neighborhood, the weather, and the landscape looks and feels a lot like it.
Since I'm restricted to short distances for a few more days, I probably won't post much until the bike arrives, unless something interesting happens between now and then. Otherwise, I plan to catch up on my reading and rest until then.
Never let it be said that I am not capable of doing some really stupid stuff. Yesterday is just my latest shining example.
Yesterday (Tuesday) was supposed to be "shipping day": the day I took the bike to the airport and delivered it to the shipper. I had a 10:30am appointment at the cargo terminal. It takes just under an hour to get to the airport from where I am staying in Palermo, and I needed to get just a little gas before heading that way so I wouldn't run out (the bike is supposed to have less than two liters of fuel in it when it goes on the plane).
I made sure the bike was sorted, packed and ready to go the night before. Tuesday morning I left about 9am, and rode a block to the gas station where I bought exactly two liters of fuel, figuring I would burn about a liter on the way to the airport.
After getting fuel, I pushed the bike off to the side, out of the way, and pulled out my waterproof zip-lock pouch with all of my documents in it. I looked at the information from the shipping broker, DakarMotos, which had the GPS coordinates of the cargo area on it, and entered the coordinates into the Maps.Me app on my phone. The route came up, I slid the pouch into my tank bag, put my gloves on, and set off for the airport.
About two miles up the road, I stopped at a stoplight. A cab pulled up behind me, honking furiously. I looked back, and the cab driver was pointing behind him and yelling something at me, but with all of the traffic noise I couldn't hear him. I assumed I must have run a red light or cut him off in traffic, so I simply waved at him and when the light turned green, I took off.
About a half mile later, I looked down and noticed my tank bag was open. And my document pouch was gone. Massive panic immediately took over. The pouch contained the original title to my bike, my Argentina temporary import certificate, my Argentina reciprocity fee document, the shipping paperwork for the bike, and a bunch of other stuff that I can't even remember.
I spun an illegal U-turn in the middle of an eight lane busy avenue and started splitting lanes as fast as I could to get back to where the cab driver had been honking at me. I rode in the gutter, between cars, around trucks and buses. When I got back to the street where the cab driver waved me down, I rode slowly up and down the street all the way back to the gas station, several times, looking for my documents. I kept thinking someone would see me and yell at me, waving my documents. No such luck.
Dejected, I went back to the apartment, and set off on foot to walk the entire route. I spent another two hours walking both sides of the street, looking on cars, in windows of buildings, in trash cans, everywhere I could think, with no success. Eventually, I began to accept that my documents were gone, and I was stuck in Argentina. I wasn't sure how long it would take to get a replacement title from the US, and a new temporary import document from the Argentina Customs offices, or if that was even possible. Fortunately, I had two pieces of good news: first, I had the original Texas registration for the bike in a different pouch at the apartment, and I thought I might be able to use it in lieu of the title at Customs. Second, Sandra and Javier at DakarMotos had photocopies of my temporary import certificate, which I hoped would make it easier to get a replacement original.
I contacted Sandra, and after a long discussion with the airport Customs officials, she suggested I file a report with the local police, and get an affidavit from them advising that I had lost the documents. So after a couple of hours at the police station, and the help of Sandra's daughter-in-law acting as translator, I walked out with the affidavit.
Meanwhile, my brother in Texas was working on getting a certified copy of my title from the Texas DMV. I was somewhat shocked to learn that I could send him an email and he could take it to the DMV and they would give him a copy of my title. For all the difficulties I usually suffer at the DMV, this seemed way too easy. Perhaps they felt sorry for me? Nah, it's still the DMV.
I went to bed with the bike still in the garage…it should have been on a plane or at least in the cargo area at the airport. I couldn't help but think of all the things that had to be addressed now: besides documents, there was local logistics (I had to be out of the apartment by Friday morning, as new renters were moving in, and now I had two large roller bags with all my stuff packed in them that wouldn't fit on the bike); travel logistics (I was going to miss my flight Thursday night, and I wouldn't arrive in Cape Town when I was supposed to, so my hotel reservation needed to be changed or canceled); and bike logistics (what if I exceeded my time limit in Argentina waiting on documents? I had no document to allow me to exit the country with the bike and then return to start the clock over).
It's amazing how quickly the stress level can rise after months of virtually no stress. Eventually I took a deep breath, sat down and made my "to do" list, and got to work.
Sandra and Javier are experts at shipping bikes into and out of Argentina, and I was not the first person they had dealt with who for one reason or another didn't have a full set of documents. After exchanging a few texts, Sandra agreed (for a small "Stupidity Fee") to meet me at the airport Wednesday morning with the remaining copies of my documents that she had, along with the registration and police affidavit that I had, to see if we could convince Customs to accept what we had and allow me to ship the bike.
After four hours, and another hand-written statement explaining what had happened, I was allowed to take the bike into the freight warehouse and put it on the pallet. Things were once again moving forward!
Before putting the bike on the pallet, I rolled it onto a freight scale. The fully loaded bike, with everything except my camping gear, weighs 174.5 kg, or 384 pounds. For reference, an unloaded BMW 1200GS weighs 260kg, or 573 pounds dry, and a stock KLR650 with no luggage weighs just more than my fully loaded bike, at 176 kg claimed dry weight.
It's definitely getting real now. This is the first shipment for the bike with the exception of the Stahlratte; I've ridden it everywhere until now. It's a lot farther to ride home from Africa than from Argentina.
And finally some good news: since my bike is considerably smaller than the typical 1200cc adventure bike, the shipping cost turned out to be 20% less than I was originally quoted. So even with the Stupidity Fee it turned out to be less than I had budgeted.
One more day in South America, then a very long flight to South Africa.
With the bike prepped and ready to deliver to the shipper on Tuesday, I have a few days to relax, wash gear, pack everything, and see the sights.
This is a very lively city, with tons of sidewalk cafes and beautiful parks. Today I walked about six miles in one direction, then caught a cab home at the end of my tour.
From the apartment, I walked to Plaza Serrano, a small park surrounded by bistros and sidewalk bars and cafes. Being Saturday, the park was covered with arts and crafts vendors selling their wares, while others continued to assemble more booths for Sunday's large event. I stopped at a nearby cafe for a couple of empanadas and a smoothie, then continued walking northeast.
The trees and plants here are beautiful. The front of this cafe was covered in an enormous bougainvillea.
Saw this nice Triumph parked on the sidewalk while walking along.
My route took me past the Buenos Aires Zoo. Beautiful place…I might even go back and pay to go in. But for free, from the sidewalk, I saw flamingoes, giraffes, and hippos. For a moment I couldn't help but think about the expense of shipping to and from Africa, versus walking past the zoo here and seeing the same animals.
Yeah, I know….I'm going to Africa.
Past the zoo, I walked through several more large, shaded parks. In the corner of one, near Plaza Italia, is the Jardin Japones, or Japanese Garden.
I found my ultimate dream job: I want to be the guy that changes the date every day on this rock calendar at the Japanese Gardens in Buenos Aires. The most stress he could possibly experience is leap year.
Eventually I made my way to the Cementerio del Recoleta. This huge cemetery in the middle of Buenos Aires is absolutely incredible. Well worth the price of admission, which by the way is nothing. Nada. Free.
Cementerio del Recoleta. Feels like a small city of buildings.
Next up was Calle Defensa, a street in the San Telmo district that is lined with flea market vendors on Sundays. Probably a kilometer of them. With a few side streets joining in with vendors as well. It ends at Plaza de Mayo, which is also filled with vendors.
I ran into this guy with a Luckenbach Texas t-shirt.
You can tour Buenos Aires in a stretch limo Citroen 2CV.
Then back at the apartment, I was looking through a coffee table book on Banksy, the graffiti artist, and ran across this. Apparently there is quite a bit of copy-cat Banksy artwork in Buenos Aires. I'm guessing the overpass sign is one of them.
Before I could allow myself to do any serious sight-seeing in this city, I needed to get to work: I had a list of items to be done on the bike before taking it to the airport for it's first flight.
First things first: get all the mud, dirt, and grime off so I can work on it. It's nice to have car washes that will actually wash bikes too. These guys did a great job: they used degreaser, soap, and not too much pressure. Cost: about $7.
The Butterfly Effect: lots of white butterflies on Ruta 3 heading north. Many of them were kamikazes, turning my helmet into a sticky mess.
Meet Paolo. This guy is awesome. He runs Moto Avenida, a little one-man independent parts, accessory and service shop just around the corner from my apartment on Avenida Cordoba in Buenos Aires. I stopped in and asked him if he would let me use his shop to change my oil & filter and chain & sprockets. He gladly allowed me to use his space. I bought a few small items and my oil from him. As usual, not a word of English, but incredibly nice and helpful. I had to remove the swingarm to install the endless chain, but everything I did took about an hour and a half at his shop. Just coincidence that he was wearing a Yamaha t-shirt when I showed up.
Back at the apartment, I removed the fuel tank and swapped out the fuel pump and fuel filter. As noted earlier, there's nothing wrong with the fuel pump, but unfortunately the in-tank fuel filter is part of the fuel pump and only comes as an assembly.
One of these things is not like the other: old fuel filter/pump on the left. Filter is just a wee bit black compared to the new one. I'll clean it again and keep it as a spare just in case.
I also replaced the mirror that was broken when the bike was dropped off the worklift in Punta Arenas. I removed my GPS, its' mounting dock and associated wiring for shipping, and installed a new air filter.
At this point, the bike is ready to ship. I'll cover those details Tuesday when it goes to the shipper.


Capable of neutralizing acids.Edit, storyline, tom Hardy, an ex-Army Ranger turned DEA agent, is drawn into an ever-widening mystery surrounding the disappearance of the feared and often hated Sgt.
Rosoboronexport and four Iraqi companies: Hittin, Al-Karamah, Al-Milad, and Al Ubur. Saddam recognized the important role that France played on the international stage, and in particular in the unsc.
Access to information is basic to the democratic way of life.Basic /basic/ (basik).Players do the equivalent of tying a piece of string around their finger to remember the basics.
Basic (chemistry) having an alkaline reaction.At the height of their effort, 500 workers were dyin' a week from malaria and yellow fever.
Abundance and the variety and quality of raw ingredients have been basic to American cookery from the beginning.The business is still profitable as everyone needs basic commodities regardless of price or financial standing.We treat food as a marketable commodity, instead of as a basic human necessity.
The four fundamental interests are embodied in an authoritative code of basic human rights.They couldn't come up with cemetary space fast enough.


Russo is not so dour. 6000 rm in malaysia to inr trivializes the $500 million that would be raised by a brain draintax. Cryptocurrency: Not Affordable any more Bitcoin Valued over 2000 US dollars today This is recognition of the fact that to being a digital business means behaving in a different way from what went before and that to try and solve new problems with old tools cannot be a successful strategy.


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Der Tupungatito, auch Bravard genannt, ist ein aktiver Stratovulkan in den Anden, 80 km östlich von Santiago de Chile, an der Grenze zu Argentinien gelegen. Seine Höhe wird mit  angegeben, er ist aber nur von seiner Basis aus sichtbar.

Über einer Grundfläche von 44 km² nimmt der Vulkan ein Volumen von 30 km³ ein. Er hat acht gut erhaltene Krater die sich am Nordrand einer halbkreisförmigen, nach Nordwesten offenen Depression befinden. Die Depression ist mit einer ausgedehnten, 15 bis 190 m mächtigen Eis- und Schneemasse gefüllt, die über den Glaciar del Azufre (Schwefelgletscher) nach Nordwesten abfließt. Das Schmelzwasser des Gletschers speist den Río Colorado, der seinerseits in den Río Maipo mündet. Beim Gipfel gibt es einen hyper-sauren Kratersee (pH: 0,34 bis 0,6; Temperatur: 32,2 bis 35,2 °C; gelöste Feststoffe (TDS): 38,9 bis 45,1 g/l).

Der Tupungatito hat sich vor weniger als 55.000 Jahren gebildet und ist damit jünger als der benachbarte, inaktive Tupungato. Von den 13 Vulkanen in Zentral-Chile (zwischen 33 und 36° Süd) ist der Tupungatito neben dem Planchón-Peteroa-Vulkanmassiv einer der aktivsten. Er zeichnet sich durch ständige Fumarolenaktivität aus. Seit 1646 wurden 25 Eruptionen dokumentiert, die bisher letzte im Jahr 1986.

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Copyright shall protect expressions; therefore, a sentence that is simply similar to another person's sentence in terms of their intent, meaning, and/or style does not infringe upon that person's sentence.
This applies to translations as well. In the case of La Nuit de Saint-Germain-des-Prés, which has been the topic of discussion for the last two weeks, the plaintiff insisted that the defendant's translation was a copy of their translation. Certainly, some translated words may be the same, but unless the complete translation is nearly identical, copyright infringement shall not be constituted.
The styles of both translations were acknowledged by the court as described above, and in conclusion, the defendant's translation was not found to be copy of the plaintiff's translation (Tokyo High Court, Heisei 3 (ne) No. 835, September 24, 1992).


No one knows what rank they really are, so why not take the Naruto rank test. This test is "TMed" so do not copy it. There is acadamy student, genin, chunin, jonin, special jonin, ANBU, S-Class, kage.
You are now going to take the Naruto rank test. This test will reveal your Naruto rank, with the possible results listed above. Do your best!
Pick one of the following that best describes you.
Which of the following is the most important to you?
What is gaara's sand demon called?
What is gaara's signatuer attack?
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What a day in here, 2 meter seas and 40 knots of wind, driving rain and oh ya, a 45 lb Chinook released for Phillp Ruault. Matt Conman guided the fish out at Lacy in a heavy roll and tide, driving stinging rain, and a downright blustery day. There were a half dozen tyees in the area, news is still arriving as I eat dinner.
We awoke to a hideous wind this am and soon we could not effectively fish the east side. I pounded out to Mcpherson for a load of 17 lbers, whales everywhere, bait, coho ,sealions stacked like cordwood, yes it was all going on. First time I have seen the lions playing with the whales on the surface, a mere ten feet off the boat. We lasted till 10:30, then had enough of the beating and had an early lunch.
The guys that stuck with it at Lacy did well, most guys on a tyee, the likes of Chris, Kui, Jordan, that I know of, so yes it was cooking. The reef had some fish too, and most of the fleet was there hiding, infact Cowards Point was even busy. The wind died on the tide change late this pm, and we all had good fishing out at Lacy, mostly teens and low twenties. The fog and rain had many of us thinking of Panama, but soon as a spring clobbers your bait, we all remember why this is one of the greatest fisheries in the world. So much life here this year, the herring seems strong, pockets of 50 ton here there and everywhere, good sized too, some measuring 22 cm. These are hawgs! I have been jigging them easily on my baitrod, and nothing like freshies for the pass fishing.
We are all licking our wounds after a great fish day here at Langara. Everything in the wheelhouse was flying today, yes the roll and chop reminded us this can be a wild dramatic pacific ocean. We all battled hard and won today, tomorrow looks nicer and the fish keep coming….yes this has been a good run for sure!


Jennifer Goerlitz, 4-H youth development program representative for Calaveras County, passed away Dec. 17, 2018. She was 54.
Goerlitz was the 4-H program coordinator for Calaveras County for 30 years, first with Calaveras County. She transitioned to UC Cooperative Extension in 2012. She also filled in as needed as the 4-H program representative in Amador County.
Goerlitz earned a degree in agricultural business management from California Polytechnic State University in San Luis Obispo.
She is survived by her father Donald (Patricia) Goerlitz, sons Seth Mitchell, Blake Mitchell, brothers Mark Goerlitz, Matt (Melissa) Goerlitz and sister Gretchen (Scott) McReynolds.
Read her obituary at http://thepinetree.net/new/?p=73055.


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namespace App\Services\Access\Traits;

use Illuminate\Http\Request;
use App\Exceptions\GeneralException;
use App\Events\Frontend\Auth\UserLoggedIn;
use App\Events\Frontend\Auth\UserLoggedOut;
use Illuminate\Foundation\Auth\ThrottlesLogins;
use App\Http\Requests\Frontend\Auth\LoginRequest;

/**
 * Class AuthenticatesUsers
 * @package App\Services\Access\Traits
 */
trait AuthenticatesUsers
{
    use RedirectsUsers;

    /**
     * @return \Illuminate\Contracts\View\Factory|\Illuminate\View\View
     */
    public function showLoginForm()
    {
        return view('frontend.auth.login')
            ->withSocialiteLinks($this->getSocialLinks());
    }

    /**
     * @param LoginRequest $request
     * @return $this|\Illuminate\Http\RedirectResponse
     */
    public function login(LoginRequest $request)
    {
        // If the class is using the ThrottlesLogins trait, we can automatically throttle
        // the login attempts for this application. We'll key this by the username and
        // the IP address of the client making these requests into this application.
        $throttles = in_array(
            ThrottlesLogins::class, class_uses_recursive(get_class($this))
        );

        if ($throttles && $this->hasTooManyLoginAttempts($request)) {
            return $this->sendLockoutResponse($request);
        }

        if (auth()->attempt($request->only($this->loginUsername(), 'password'), $request->has('remember'))) {
            return $this->handleUserWasAuthenticated($request, $throttles);
        }

        // If the login attempt was unsuccessful we will increment the number of attempts
        // to login and redirect the user back to the login form. Of course, when this
        // user surpasses their maximum number of attempts they will get locked out.
        if ($throttles) {
            $this->incrementLoginAttempts($request);
        }

        return redirect()->back()
            ->withInput($request->only($this->loginUsername(), 'remember'))
            ->withErrors([
                $this->loginUsername() => trans('auth.failed'),
            ]);
    }

    /**
     * @return \Illuminate\Http\RedirectResponse|\Illuminate\Routing\Redirector
     */
    public function logout()
    {
        /**
         * Remove the socialite session variable if exists
         */
        if (app('session')->has(config('access.socialite_session_name'))) {
            app('session')->forget(config('access.socialite_session_name'));
        }

        event(new UserLoggedOut(access()->user()));
        auth()->logout();
        return redirect(property_exists($this, 'redirectAfterLogout') ? $this->redirectAfterLogout : '/');
    }

    /**
     * This is here so we can use the default Laravel ThrottlesLogins trait
     *
     * @return string
     */
    public function loginUsername()
    {
        return 'email';
    }

    /**
     * @param Request $request
     * @param $throttles
     * @return \Illuminate\Http\RedirectResponse
     * @throws GeneralException
     */
    protected function handleUserWasAuthenticated(Request $request, $throttles)
    {
        if ($throttles) {
            $this->clearLoginAttempts($request);
        }

        /**
         * Check to see if the users account is confirmed and active
         */
        if (! access()->user()->isConfirmed()) {
            $token = access()->user()->confirmation_code;
            auth()->logout();
            throw new GeneralException(trans('exceptions.frontend.auth.confirmation.resend', ['token' => $token]));
        } elseif (! access()->user()->isActive()) {
            auth()->logout();
            throw new GeneralException(trans('exceptions.frontend.auth.deactivated'));
        }

        event(new UserLoggedIn(access()->user()));
        return redirect()->intended($this->redirectPath());
    }
}

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See here for the output of the following program.
-- 'MimeRender' instance for 'JSON'.
-- We can also implement 'MimeRender' explicitly for additional formats.
mimeRender Proxy (Greet s) = "<h1>" <> cs s <> "</h1>"
where g = Greet "Hello, haskeller!"
"Get the greeting message in uppercase (true) or not (false). Default is false."
toCapture _ = DocCapture "name" "name of the person to greet"
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Servant.API.Modifiers extra information isn't used.
Export DocAuthentication and related lenses.
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Add a markdown header for the Headers an endpoint is sensitive to.
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Discussion in 'other anti-virus software' started by luciddream, Nov 3, 2008.
A friend of mine wants a good AV that's compatible with his Comodo 3 firewall. It appears that KAV is not. I recommended Avira but I've only used the free version. Would the premium version also be compatible with it?
I am using Avira Premium with no problems. I had NOD32 but changed to Avira Premium. I had problems with NOD but it didn't have anything to do with Comodo.
A friend of mine wants a good AV that's compatible with his Comodo 3 firewall. It appears that KAV is not.
KAV and Comodo work fine together for me.
Where did you read that they didn't play well together?
Yes KAV and Comodo should work fine together. If you're against that, why not just use the whole Comodo Suite?
I'm almost certain I remember installing KAV when I had Comodo on my machine before and it said to uninstall it before proceeding because it wasn't compatible. That was an older version though, but after seeing how many AV's the new KIS told me to take off my machine I assumed it was still the case.
KAV/KIS need to be installed FIRST, but there are still little things that could pop up. I actually stopped using KIS years ago because of it. I used Comodo with Avira premium and Avast free, no issues.
Avira premium works perfectly with Comodo FIREWALL and DEFENSE+ only, WITHOUT the antivirus component.
I have Avira Premium and Comodo firewall on 3 different computers and they all work without issues and I am happy with that setup.
i am also using avira antivir premium with comodo and having no problem with it.


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155 Years Ago: Saturday, February 16, 1861
Posted by thecivilwarproject ⋅ 02/16/2016 ⋅ Leave a comment
Filed Under Abraham Lincoln, Ben McCulloch, Buffalo, Caroline Baldwin Darrow, Cleveland, David E. Twiggs, Grace Bedell, Grover Cleveland, Mary Lincoln, Robert E. Lee, Stephen Grover Cleveland
The Surrender, Source: Library of Congress
U.S. Brigadier General David E. Twiggs wakes up to the screams of slaves who are coming home from market. "We're all going to be killed!", they scream. It is 4am in San Antonio, Texas. Texas Rangers appear, two by two, on muleback and horseback, mounted and on foot, carrying the Lone Star flag. By daylight, more than a 1,000 Rangers move into San Antonio. There is much enthusiasm from fellow Texans; even two women dressed in male attire, with pistols in their belts, mount their horses to meet up with their friends.
Twiggs eventually rides down to the main plaza, where he is instantly surrounded by secessionists demanding U.S. government property. He refuses their requests.
While many in the town are surprised by this development, Twiggs is not. While Twiggs wears a U.S. military uniform, his loyalties are not with the Union. As he wrote U.S. General Winfield Scott in December of last year, his home is Georgia. If Georgia seceded, he would follow her. Georgia had seceded on January 19. He had met with the Confederate commissioners on February 7, and had told them he would surrender. But first, there was a "show" to put on for the U.S. federal troops.
Twiggs pretends he is surprised. He meets with the leader of the Rangers, Ben McCulloch, and is given six hours to "reconsider" his public declaration that he would not hand over U.S. government property. By noon, Twiggs surrenders all of the U.S. posts and stores in Texas to the Confederacy. This includes 20 military installations, 44 cannons, 400 pistols, 1,900 muskets, 500 wagons, and 950 horses, valued at a total of $1.6 million. He insists that all U.S. troops retain personal arms and sidearms, along with all artillery, flags, etc.
Orders are sent to all of the Texas outposts to turn over the military property to the State. The officers and men are widely scattered, and many of them are taken completely by surprise. The Federal troops in town give their parole "not to take up arms" against the Confederacy, and are ordered to leave the post in the afternoon. Twiggs will leave for New Orleans, where he will be received with Confederate public honors. The Federal troops are filled with indignation.
Around 2pm, U.S. Colonel Robert E. Lee arrived from Fort Mason, Texas, on his way to Washington City. He approaches a woman, Caroline Baldwin Darrow, who is the wife of a clerk with the U.S. forces. Lee looks at the Rangers and asks "Who are those men?" Caroline answers that "They are McCulloch's. General Twiggs surrendered everything to the State this morning, and we are all prisoners of war."
Caroline would write in her diary about Lee's response:
I shall never forget his look of astonishment, as with his lips trembling and his eyes full of tears, he exclaimed, "Has it come so soon as this?" In a short time I saw him crossing the plaza on his way to headquarters, and noticed particularly that he was in citizen's dress. He returned at night and shut himself in his room, which was over mine, and I heard his footsteps through the night, and sometimes the murmur of his voice, as if he were praying.
In Ohio, U.S. President-elect Abraham Lincoln makes his way by train from Cleveland, Ohio to Buffalo, New York. He is still hoarse and fatigued, and keeps his remarks to the crowds very brief. In Ashtabula, Ohio, the crowd calls for Mrs. Lincoln. Her husband remarks that "I should hardly hope to induce her to appear, as I had always found it very difficult to make her do what she did not want to." In the village of Conneaut, someone shouts to Lincoln "Don't give up the ship!". Lincoln replies "With your aid I never will as long as life lasts."
Source: Library of Congress
In Westfield, New York, Lincoln asks the crowd if Grace Bedell might be present. The 12-year old girl had written him a letter in October 1860, suggesting that he grow a beard because his face was so thin. Also, because "All the ladies like whiskers and they would tease their husband's to vote for you and then you would be President." Lincoln had written her back at the time, stating:
I regret the necessity of saying I have no daughters. I have three sons — one seventeen, one nine, and one seven, years of age. They, with their mother, constitute my whole family.
As to the whiskers, having never worn any, do you not think people would call it a piece of silly affection if I were to begin it now? Your very sincere well-wisher, A. Lincoln
Now with a full beard, Lincoln leaves the train car and makes his way through the crowd, who is pointing out a young girl with black hair and black eyes. When he reaches her, he gives her several kisses on her cheek. The young girl blushes.
Upon his arrival in Buffalo, Lincoln is heartily greeted by former (13th) President Millard Fillmore. The crowds are once again very large, but they are more forceful than the previous stops. At one point the crowd makes a rush, overpowering Lincoln's guard. There is wild confusion and cries of distress from all sides of the crowd. Lincoln, due to the desperate efforts of those immediately around him, gets out of the chaos, while his family & the rest of their party fights to get to the awaiting carriages to take them to the hotel.
The scene at The American Hotel is no better. The party of men accompanying Lincoln insist that he decline all further public receptions, as they can't guarantee his protection. He does eventually make a few remarks outside of his hotel once the crowds calm down, once again giving similar remarks to those given in previous cities. In the crowd is a 23-year old lawyer, Stephen Grover Cleveland. This young man will eventually become the 22nd and 24th President of the United States.
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A magical Christmas, a magical evening, magical touch, magical love – people talk about magic when they experience special emotions that they cannot or would rather not explain. "Bring a little magic into your life". This is a saying that resonates extremely well with the expectations of an entire generation.
For adults, "magic" is shorthand for "dream", "fairy", "leprechaun" or "Santa Claus". Shorthand for "I need something extraordinary to happen so that I can enjoy life more". Think, for example, that everyone, at least once in their lifetime, nurtures the hope of inexplicably or unexpectedly falling in love, in circumstances that can only truly happen in books or movies.
The magic of your own dream
This new meaning has been added to modern Christmas-time celebrations so successfully that it seems to have become the main impression of the holiday. You are enticed to accept the thought that it can happen to you too, to be willing, like the main characters in the movies, to search for or to see special things, magical situations, inexplicable details and occasions, and special feelings. For those who receive the offer, the magic of Christmas means emotion, anticipation, and dreaming.
Some call it a miracle, closer to the language acceptable to a good Christian. However, the meanings do not actually differ much. To be a better person, to witness the miracle of the transformation of people at Christmas means, in fact, the same search that the child in us undertook for a realm of beauty, of purity. For all children, the magic or the miracle of Christmas is the magic of their own dreams.
But this dream of beauty and purity is primarily a dream of God, and that is why He sent His Son to live among people. Why then, when celebrating the birth of the Lord, do we not dream of His dream, do we not hope in His promises, but only in a speck of earthly magic? The magic of your own dreams cannot be the true essence of Christmas.
The magic of memory
The magic of Christmas is also the magic of memory. People, places, words, gestures, and emotions, which we do not have as much time and space for in the rest of the year, come back to our memory around Christmas.
Those who come from an authentic village, still positioned in the fresh air of the meadows and in the atmosphere of the popular traditions that are kept without exception by the pious elders, have no way to erase the most extraordinary images from their memories: the still silence of the winter evenings, the smoke curling from the chimneys, the cold, red cheeks of the carollers who enter the house bringing with them the smell of snow, the cake and traditional dishes. It is especially difficult to forget the authentic joy, simplicity, and spiritual solemnity of the elders who do not say, "Christ was born," but "Christ is born."
The decorated city, the children's fair, the Christmas tree, the carols, the special family atmosphere, the church mass/Nativity program—each of these images represents the same people with different emotional memories, but for whom the end of the year offers a good opportunity to go back in time.
Unfortunately, during the holidays, these memories awaken the most intimate and pleasant thoughts and feelings only for some. For others, the memories are not magic, but a nightmare. Therefore, the magic of memory cannot be the essence of Christmas either.
Mere Christmas
To discover the essence of Christmas, we must first ask ourselves why a special time for hope is needed, and why it is so difficult to dream and search for the miraculous throughout the year. In a world where the goodness of Christmas is at risk of becoming a deceptive consolation for the hopelessness and lack of altruism that characterises the rest of the year, the birth of Jesus brings with it the picture of a completely different world.
In simple colours, in clear strokes, in easy-to-decipher messages, the birth of Jesus does not speak of magic or miracles, but of another world. A world in which peace, faith, meaning and consistency are the dimensions of a permanent change.
The essence of Christmas has to do with peace. In a hectic world, we need the peace of the night in Bethlehem, the peace of mind of those who know how to wait. "If I were a physician, and if I were allowed to prescribe just one remedy for all the ills of the modern world, I would prescribe silence. Even if the Word of God were proclaimed in the modern world, how could one hear it with so much noise? Therefore, create silence." (Kierkegaard)
The essence of Christmas has to do with faith. This is demonstrated by the shepherds on the hills of Bethlehem—simple, hardworking, honest people who sit in the open air, keeping watch in the middle of the night. Shepherds are people who can hear the angels and find no reason to hesitate to take action. Beliefs change the world, whether false (Marx) or holy (Christ). Not just for the moment, but in depth. Faith is not just about a certain time of the year.
The essence of Christmas has to do with meaning. The magi have something to say about meaning. "The wise men come to worship, just as the shepherds do. That is why they are wise," said theologian Peter Kreeft, "not because they know the means, the way, but because they know the end; not because they lift their heads to the stars but because they bow their knees to the Baby."
The essence of Christmas has to do with consistency. Joseph of Nazareth teaches the lesson of the ultimate significance of consistency. Joseph's consistency saved Jesus, and likewise it saved the world. Obedience to the angel of the Lord and taking responsibility for his family are the basic means by which Joseph defies the plans of King Herod, inspired by the devil to kill the Infant. "Take away all the Nobel Prize winners and humanity would still survive. But take away obedience to God and loyalty to family, and even with a million Nobel Prize winners, humanity is doomed."[1]
Let's give Christmas more stillness and it will reveal things we didn't even think of. Let's give it a drop of faith, and we'll find God. Let's look for its meaning and it will reveal the Cross to us. Let it stay with us beyond December, and it will give us the wisdom to live differently. Allow God to dream for us and we will receive the blessing to live—in the light of the Manger and the Cross—a life that changes the taste of the world and carries the light into places that have been darkened by sadness.
Norel Iacob is Editor in Chief of ST Network and Semnele timpului.
[1]"Kreeft, Peter. «The Meaning of Christmas: Look Deeper.» National Catholic Register (December 1986)."
"Kreeft, Peter. «The Meaning of Christmas: Look Deeper.» National Catholic Register (December 1986)."
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Year of Huge Growth for Nuru Ethiopia Agriculture
By Mackenzie Knowling | April 17, 2015 | Agriculture
The Nuru Ethiopia Agriculture Team has been busy preparing to issue the first round of farm input loans for 2015. This is a year of huge growth for the Agriculture Program, where they are aiming to triple in operational area and number of farmers reached. Over the first three months of 2015, the team has finalized loan repayment and market linkages operations, guided six new cooperatives through the registration process, collaborated with the Financial Inclusion Program to legally register women savers in three cooperatives, and have created and executed the planning process for agriculture input issue for the nine cooperatives which they will work with this year.
See the Nuru Ethiopia team in action!
Biruk, the new Cooperative Expert, proudly showing one of the new cooperative's licenses. Biruk is supporting the Agriculture and Financial Inclusion teams to implement activities directly related to capacity building and sustainability of the cooperatives.
Biruk leading the General Assembly in Dubano Bulo that resulted in the legal incorporation of the women savers into the Dubano Bulo Grain Marketing Cooperative.
The General Assembly in Meteke Mele made it possible for women to join the Grain Marketing Cooperative.
Nigussie, the Scaling and Operations Manager, explaining the maize and haricot bean seed procurement process to Nuru International staff visiting the project. This year, Nuru Ethiopia has procured over 150 quintals (15,000 kilograms) of maize seed and 70 quintals (7,000 kilograms) of haricot beans.
Zefine Menuka farmers using a shelling machine provided by Nuru Ethiopia to shell maize to sell through the market linkage facilitated by Nuru Ethiopia.
Cooperatives collecting a small fee to cover the cost of shelling operations. The cooperative has already made a profit of 5,000 Birr ($250). In addition, they have sold almost 1,000 quintals (1 quintal = 100 kilograms) of maize through the market linkage. For each quintal sold, they took a 20 Birr commission resulting in a profit of 20,000 Birr ($1,000), which will be used to improve services provided to the cooperative members.
Banchi, a Field Officer, leading technical training for 9 Community Animators. Community Animators are Nuru Ethiopia field staff that mobilize and closely support Nuru Ethiopia member households.
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About Mackenzie Knowling
Mackenzie comes to Nuru after completing her Master's in Public Policy at the University of Michigan. Prior to her graduate studies she served as Peace Corps volunteer in Guatemala ('07-'09), where she taught basic business practices to over 800 coffee farmers, leading to the formation of a grown-owned coffee cooperative. As an undergraduate at Lake Forest College, Mackenzie first explored poverty and development as a research assistant and later through her own thesis research, which focused on the socio-economic impacts of the maquiladoras and NAFTA on the US-Mexican border. When she's not curled up with a good book, Mackenzie enjoys antiquing, hiking and cheering on her Michigan Wolverines, Go Blue!


Love at second sight is when you meet a person for the second time and fall in love with that person. After you first meet a person, you need to sleep over it and put your thoughts together. You think through every aspect of that person, not just that spark of initial attraction that lit up the rainbow in your heart. Don't forget that rainbows go away as fast as they come.
Love at second thought is a well thought of emotion. It is a combination of love feelings along with a zillion of other practical nuances. Love that strikes like a lightening doesn't last very long. Steady and everlasting love comes slowly, just like the sun that rises gradually and slowly lights up the entire sky with its powerful rays. Just like anything else, love needs a solid friendship on which it can formulate and grow up.
All that high level of first time attraction often blinds people from seeing some obvious warning signs or red flag. People often get so mesmerized in the moment that they forget the fact that if they like each other and can put up with each other. When it comes to love, slow and steady wins the race. Fast love stories don't last for too long. They collapse equally fast. Not because love or that initial attraction dies out completely, but because practical factors and more real life issues overtake love.
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Keep in mind that, most qualities are often buried deep inside a person. It takes time to dig out and see these good things in a person. What appears right away is usually superficial, and it's just on the surface. First sight love also is inspired by the movies, but life is not a movie, it's far from it. That magical first time love often depicted in movies is far from reality. It doesn't mean that the first sight love shown in movies doesn't or can't happen in real life. It does and it can, but the chances of that happening in real life are slim and the chances for that love to sustain are even slimmer.
When people meet for the first time, both people try to put their best foot forward in an effort to do almost anything to impress each other. They even end up doing and saying things which otherwise wont in a normal situation. So most, if not all, of that jazz is nothing but a drama. It is also a highly volatile and nervous situation. It is only when they meet again, the more real self of them begins to emerge. That's when other things come out of the closet and the initial spark cool down.
Think of the first sight as the preliminary round of some big audition and the second sight as a more serious look at the merit. Only a handful of people pass through the second round. The same logic applies with love at first and second sight. It is often easy to fall to fall for a person on the first looks but passing through the second time is much more difficult.
Think of the second meeting as your first chance to present your real self without trying too hard to impress the other person. It may be the second time you are meeting but it is your first chance to actually get to know the other person. First meeting is just a formality to see if two people even want to meet again. Second meeting can be a game changer. If you feel the same intensity of attraction for the other person despite their flaws and other qualities, then there is a future of that relationship. So the best advice is that don't fall in love on the first sight and don't write anybody off either. It's only the love at second sight that is more steady and stable.


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Q: How to convert SQL Case statement to SSIS Expression Language? I have a fully qulified file name (file name with path) coming into staging table in SSIS load. File name is eg.
C:\SSIS\scripts\work\input\tom_22082017-093346-906838.csv
C:\SSIS\scripts\work\input\jim_22082017-093346-906838.csv

I would like extract only the file name from this and genereate a new column using a case logic in SSIS derived column transformation. Using pure SQL I could do this like:
SELECT CASE
        WHEN SUBSTRING(UPPER(RIGHT(filename, CHARINDEX('\', REVERSE(filename)) - 1)), 1, 3) = 'TOM' THEN 'TOMMY'
        WHEN SUBSTRING(UPPER(RIGHT(filename, CHARINDEX('\', REVERSE(filename)) - 1)), 1, 3) = 'JIM' THEN 'JIMMY'
    END AS PERSON
    FROM mystagingtable

How to convert this logic to SSIS Expression language in Derived Column Transformation?

A: In SSIS expressions you can use nested ternary operators.
{Condition} ? {Return value when true} : {Return value when false}

A: Step 1:
Used DerivedColumn to create a new column that contains the 3char name (tom, jim etc) from the filename. The SQL functions you're using (substring, upper etc) have equivalent functions within the SSIS script editor.
Step 2:
Use another DerivedColumn to generate a new column which converts the above column (tom, jim etc) to the full name (tommy, jimmy). Use the ternary operator (see Tab Alleman answer below).

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Is Self-Regulate the Important to a Extensive, Healthy Lifestyle?
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If your youngsters are perfectly-behaved, do they stand a higher possibility of possessing healthy, happy life as grown ups?
A new review says indeed.
Following monitoring just about 1,000 New Zealanders from start to the age of 45, investigators observed that children who were being aim-oriented and much better equipped to restrain their ideas, habits and emotions turned out to have more healthy bodies and brains by the time they hit center age.
"We observed that as older people, at age 45, youngsters with far better self-regulate aged extra slowly but surely," stated analyze author Leah Richmond-Rakerd, an assistant professor of psychology at the College of Michigan, in Ann Arbor. "Their bodies and brains were more healthy and biologically younger. We also found that they experienced developed much more health, monetary and social reserves for aged age."
Why? Richmond-Rakerd said her staff thinks it has to do with acquiring "much better psychological regulation to offer with lifetime. They plan far better so that they practical experience fewer crises and challenges. And their reaction to worries is more measured and thoughtful when crises do arise."
James Maddux is a senior scholar with the Middle for the Progression of Properly-Remaining at George Mason College in Virginia. While not a aspect of the research staff, he recommended that the conclusions might stem from a youthful capability to hold off gratification.
"So lots of behaviors that contribute to inadequate health are the outcome of a relative lack of ability to delay gratification," explained Maddux, which means the incapacity to forgo lesser, limited-time period rewards in favor of more significant long-time period benefits. Examples of limited-expression indulgences, he noted, could include smoking cigarettes, binge drinking, overeating, unsafe sex and going to functions in the midst of a pandemic.
The examine staff gauged self-management in between the ages of 3 and 11 by enlisting lecturers, mother and father and the enrolled youngsters to evaluate every single kids' impulsivity, irritation tolerance and capacity to persist in accomplishing targets.
Then, a combination of bodily exams, interviews and brain scans ended up carried out at age 45 to identify physical health and social properly-being as an grownup.
The investigators identified that these who had better self-regulate when youthful had less indications of brain ageing by center-age, ended up better knowledgeable about equally health and funds, and had created far better social abilities.
Importantly, the group found that the results held up even immediately after accounting for both spouse and children earnings and IQ scores.
"We ruled out the probability that self-management issues simply because little ones born into richer families have improved self-control, or since children with better IQs have much better self-manage," stated Richmond-Rakerd.
And when acknowledging that "some children create self-command far more quickly than others," she pressured that the review also located that "some people shifted in their degree of self-handle in excess of time, suggesting that self-management might be malleable, and matter to intervention."
To that place, the scientists discovered that it wasn't just childhood self-control that influenced effectively-being afterwards in everyday living. The analyze authors also concluded that "older people with better self-control made additional health, economical and social reserves for outdated age, even if they did not have so a lot self-management as children," Richmond-Rakerd claimed.
"We assume this has significant implications," she reported. "Even if we didn't exercising great self-control in early daily life, there might continue to be prospects to get ready ourselves for aging when we are in our 40s and 50s. It can be not also late."
Maddux agreed. "There is some proof that, like practically all areas of temperament, the ability for self-command is partially 'wired in' by your DNA," he mentioned.
"But there is also a lot of proof that self-management, or what is usually termed self-regulation, is made up of a established of unique expertise that can be acquired and practiced so that one gets better at them, like any other set of abilities," he included.
"This signifies that anybody can discover how to exert improved self-manage," no matter if that's via moms and dads "modeling" it for their kids or grown ups getting much better self-regulation competencies afterwards in daily life, Maddux explained.
"Of course, the more time you have been working towards terrible self-regulation patterns, the more tricky it will be to unlearn them," Maddux stated. "But it can be carried out."
The report was printed on line Jan. 4 in the Proceedings of the Countrywide Academy of Sciences.
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There is certainly a lot more on childhood learning at the U.S. National Institute of Youngster Health and Human Enhancement.
Sources: Leah S. Richmond-Rakerd, PhD, assistant professor of psychology, College of Michigan, Ann Arbor James E. Maddux, PhD, university professor emeritus of medical psychology, and senior scholar, Middle for the Advancement of Effectively-Being, George Mason College, Fairfax, Va. Proceedings of the Nationwide Academy of Sciences, Jan. 4, 2021, on line
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Powering Forward
By webdesign | December 12, 2007
Name: Pat Esser
Title: President, Cox Communications
Years in Industry: 28
Name: Neil Smit
Title: CEO, Charter Comm
Name: Mike Lovett
Title: COO, Charter Comm
Why Them? While similar in size, Cox and Charter operate under vastly different circumstances. Esser's well-run Cox is now a private company unhindered by the fickle whims of Wall Street and under no obligation to tell us anything anymore (although Cox is amazingly open about its operations nonetheless). Charter, meanwhile, has valiantly worked to improve its numbers despite a financial morass that developed well before Smit's arrival as CEO in Aug '05. Let's face it: The 3rd quarter was rough on everybody, but Charter took its licks especially hard. Smit is lucky to have a good team in place, including old-school "cable guy" Lovett, who has been an invaluable asset in good times and bad. MG
Pat Esser
What sound do you love? "My kids laughing."
What sound do you hate? "My wife telling me to quit teasing the kids."
If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "There's a card game down the hall, and your dad's dealing."
Neil Smit
What is your favorite word? "Synchronization"
What is your least favorite word? "Insurmountable"
What turns you on? "Learning and applying new concepts."
What turns you off? "Victimization"
What sound do you love? "Childrens' laughter"
What sound do you hate? "Screeching chalk on a blackboard."
What profession other than yours would like to attempt? "Astronaut"
What profession would you not like to participate in? "Politics"
If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "What would you like to do next?"
Mike Lovett
I knew the cable industry was for me when: "I was doing plant construction and installs during the day and attending franchise hearings at night."
Person I most admire in the cable industry and why: "Glenn Jones; a man who, even with his passion for education, gave a public school guy a chance to be part of his team."
In my free time, I like to: "Spend it with my family and dream about having some more free time."
Favorite city: Chicago. "Although I probably won't live there again, it will always be home."
Favorite line from a movie or TV show: "There's no crying in Baseball" – A League of Their Own
Favorite song: "What Light" – Wilco
Favorite movie: "Nobody's Fool with Paul Newman, Jessica Tandy and Bruce Willis." "(My youngest daughter Emma, 3, would assume that all the Disney Classics are my favorites since that's what we watch)."
Favorite sports team: "Douglas County Cougars (My son Jack's Lacrosse team)"
My perfect vacation goes like this: "My wife Lauren and I getting back to Maui."
The world would be a better place if: "Everyone who has the privilege to vote… did."
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Susanne Daniels, YouTube's Global Head of Originals, is stepping down on March 1 and the company as a whole is pivoting away from its YouTube Originals initiative.
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Vikram Nirula joined Carlyle Group in Mumbai on Monday as a managing director on the Carlyle Asia private equity team to advise on the firm's investments in India.
The position is new, a spokesman for the firm said.
Mr. Nirula previously served as a partner at True North Managers, a Mumbai-based private equity he firm he helped found 18 years ago. A spokesman for True North couldn't immediately be reached for comment.
A Carlyle news release said Carlyle has invested roughly $1.9 billion of equity in India, with the pace of investment picking up in recent years.


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