Friday, April 8, 2011

We talk green. Green movements, green jobs, green products, green farming. Recently we have been getting supplies of organic grown vegetables, (organic fertilizers, organic pesticides) in PP packaging. Each time he brings the vegetables, 10 PP boxes remain.

Yet, he never asks for those boxes to be returned. They could be used over and over again. Instead he brings new ones, each time. As a result we have stockpiles of 4x10x4 (over last 4 months) 160 PP packages. What kind of organic farmer is he really? We hinted to him, he goes : "good idea". You're right. Organic farmer. feel blue

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Picture of the day - Lhasa lake , Tibet

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Since the 7th century, Songtsan moved the capital Lhasa, the Potala Palace was built as a palace , administrative areas established in this plan, sub-official institution, legislative law, orders to the ministers, the policy in Tibet, dispatch, shuttle to and from the surrounding States messenger, or neighbors to form affinity, Tibet and neighboring ethnic groups to strengthen economic and cultural exchanges and promote the prosperity of the Tibetan society. Tubo Dynasty Potala Palace, became a unified political center , a very prominent position.

  Potala Palace was built in the 7th century during the Tubo Kingdom Songtsan. Then known as Red Hill Palace, the castle large-scale, outside the three walls, there are one thousand palaces, is the Tubo Dynasty 's political center. But the palace was struck by lightning because of fire and war, the year the ninth century, the disintegration of the Tubo Dynasty, Red Hill House gradually waste destroyed. 9-17 century AD, eight hundred years, due to long-term political separatism in Tibet and the history of the Sakya, Pazhu, Karma regimes are not high in Lhasa, Red Hill House has been unable to re-hing, as an important religious event place.

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Sunday, March 20, 2011

where eagles dare - Qinghai plateau

Qinghai Lhasa RoadLhasa Qinghai Road
What was worse than three days two nights on the road was, nobody knew exactly when we would reach our final destination.
Lhasa Potala PalaceImage by Africasiaeuro via Flickr
The day before leaving Lhasa, we were contemplating which form of Transport was the most suitable. After experienceing severe altitude sickness when I flew into Lhasa, I decided not to repeat the same mistake again. Altitude sickness can be deadly. I was terribly ill, the sudden pressure difference between near zero sea level and a rapid decrease of pressure at 3800 meters did not go down well with me. It took me days to recover, a visit to the TibetanHospital included. —-
Barkor Street in Lhasa, TibetImage via Wikipedia
Here we were, at this godforsaken place in the middle of nowhere, at three a.m. now driving through an unknown deep forest. The fellow passengers were all anxiously gazing out of their window expressing their discontent. 
No matter how we all thought, the driver carried on till he reached a tiny hamlet in the forest, shrouded in total darkness. Within minutes, he grabbed a box of Alcoholic drinks and disappeared in the night, leaving all passengers behind. It was another passenger who overheard the driver saying he will be back in 15 minutes. —- 
The scenery could have been from ‘Frankenstein‘, the movie, since outside looked all eerie and ghostly. No soul, no light, no movement. A Ghost town ? 
Some of the passengers took some courage and ventured outside, in the dark, chilly air, still light, yet different from Lhasa. We had, after all travelled for two nights and two days and made over 4000 km by road on the Tibet plateau. 
The fresh cold air brought back some life into us. And this moment I felt the slight touch on my face; snow flakes dropping down on me, within seconds the sky was full of them. Somehow these scene always returns back. 
The falling snow somehow dampened our frustrations , voices started to fade, with snow acting as a filter. Thick, heavy now fell, covering all the ground within minutes. Waiting for an hour without a sign of the driver, everyone got nervous. 
We decided to honk. Another funny thing, awkward feeling, standing in the middle of a hamlet, inmidst of a forest, honking the horn of the vehicle, passengers voiced out their frustration over the delay. 
Nothing happened, absolutely nothing for the next two hours. In the meantime temperatures were dropping more now, we started to shiver.cont. 
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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011



Green are the lawns, overhanging shadows of a 1000 years gone by – the Island covered in thick, impenetrable fog, so deep, almost mystical – hiding the deep secrets of the lost souls of the two empresses.
Perhaps one should leave them to rest. Venturing out on the Island is not for the faint hearted. Except a few villagers gathering around their usual Temple place, engulfed deeply into their daily Da-Mahjong games, no other soul in sight.

Bamboo forest of lost souls

Bamboo thicket

Almost an eerie feeling overcomes me ; in solitude I wander down the path in the sunken jungle of thick, dense Bamboo forest, no sound but the cracking of undergrowth, and branches above the rain saturated soil. At an instance I pause, was there not a faint sound, almost a whisper I hear ?
I stand in silence, listening to the distant whispers. Spoken in an unfamiliar Mandarin, I cannot make out. I am in the middle of the Bamboo thicket that stretches from one side of the island to the other.
The rain is drizzling down on me, leaves scratching, as  I move towards the sounds, slowly, trying to avoid to create any noise.

Bamboo thicket in forest of lost souls
Bamboo thicket 2

Meanwhile realizing that I have lost track of all directions, with all lush green around me. Flashes of memories from a time gone by come to my mind, sedans and people, dressed in ancient attire, with guards marking in front an back. Tiny, yet immaculate, faces of the past, could they be Ehuang and Nvying ?
Suddenly, as it came, the whispers have stopped. Shivering, the cold, wet surrounding, some miles away from all human dwellings, stumbling across the thicket, lost in thoughts – lost in time.
For a second – a faint shimmer of light filtering through the foliage. No trail, no footpath, still hearing the faint sounds, far away in the hills that surround the Bamboo, junshandao the Island of the lost souls.

Bamboo forest of lost souls
Bamboo forest of lost souls

Unaware - my premonition - returning to the spot where Emperors landed thousands of years ago, Dongtinghu, its waters come into vision, its shores stretching 100 s of square miles, far away the Imperial Fleet guarding the oncoming vessel carrying Emperor Shun and his entourage. Faint the silhouettes of Ehuang and Nvying, in vain attempt to make out their husbands, who were left on the island. Almost visible sadness, heartache overcoming the imperial concubines, giving in to fate.

Lake on island of lost souls
lake on Island of lost souls

Dongtinghu, tales of the lost souls

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Monday, February 14, 2011

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Friday, February 11, 2011

Strawberries, China

Succulence per se

taking cover in bamboo forest of lost souls

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Bamboo forest of lost souls .. History has it two Empresses Ehuang and Nvying, wives of Emperor Shun, both from the island, were taken from their husbands. After the death of the Emperor, they returned to the Island to search for their husbands.
When they heard that both their husbands had died, they were both so grieved they themselves committed suicide by drowning themselves in the water surrounding the forest.
Wandering through the bamboo forest on a cold and rainy day in December, fog covering the hills and stretching deep in the forest. The fog so dense one can not see more than a few yards.
Here the place was solitude, tranquil, without any sound, rain drenched bamboo leaves touching, I tried not to disturb the peace of the two Empresses, who are buried here. Here the time has stood still and the forest will hide its secrets forever.
One freezes at any slight sound; densely populated foliage, your thoughts wander back a thousand years trying to unravel the drama that played here in times gone by.
Bamboo Forest of lost souls

Friday, February 4, 2011

The Gift of giving II

There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.

And then there are those who have very little and give it all. These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism.

And there are those who give and I know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.

Through the hands of such as these Gods speaks, and from behind their eyes he smiles upon the earth.

Die Reise                                                                                                                             

Giving (I) Khalil

You give very little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear
you may need them tomorrow?
And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the over prudent dog burying bones in
the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city?
And what is fear of need but need itself?
Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable ?

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Saturday, January 29, 2011

General #Entacher - #Austria 's Military Commander fallen from grace ?

Austria 's Minister for Defense, Darabos, decided to fire his Military Commander for reasons of insubordination.

Darabos wants to change the Army from Draft to Professionals, a move that did not have enough support
within the Armed Forces itself, let alone within the Austrian population.

Since the dismissal was announced, Austria has been on a virtual rampage.
Christian Kreuziger, free lance journalist and his Fanpage on Facebook has seen a dramatic increase
of visitors and Fans since its inception.

There is no issue in the History of Austria which has experienced so much involvment by the Public. A number of previous economically ill - fated ventures have brought the Austrian public into rage.

Austria needs to change its political thinking, as it seems it is on a new verge of awareness.

Entacher for Austria. Entacher for President. Re-instate Entacher, are the voices heard.
Entacher has risen from General to a Public Figure.

You can read more on his Fanpage :

General Entacher

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Qinghai tales

Part 1 : Lhasa, Tibet facts

Today, the People’s Republic of China is divided into 23 provinces, five autonomous regions and three municipalities directly under the Central Government.

Tibet, one of the five autonomous regions, is inhabited primarily by people of Tibetan ethnicity Location and Area The southwest border province of Tibet forms the southwestern portion of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

It adjoins the Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region and the province of Qinghai to the north, Sichuan to the east, Yunnan to the southeast, and the nations of Burma (Myanmar), India, Bhutan, Sikkim and Nepal to the south and west along an international border of nearly 4,000 kilometers.

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Sunday, January 23, 2011

passion for life - snow, skiing

Last year we went to Colorado, Steamboatsprings.

Wonderful place to be, one feels like in the adtvertising spot of  Marlboro "Warning : The US General Surgeon says, smoking is dangerous to your health" Nevertheless, we don't smoke.

You find horesemen, ranches all over the place, I guess these folks have some of the best place to live in. Mountains, fresh air, streams and lakes are all in abundance.


It comes as no surprise that mountain folks like us enjoy being in these surroundings.

This brings me back to my main point, which is :


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Friday, January 21, 2011

Kunterbunt - ein Potbourri der Fotografie

Potbourri of photography this should be called.
A blend of pictures from all continents, sampled at random.

Passion for life

- Shanghai
- Wuxi
- Art
- Chengdu
- Bangkok
- Vienna
- Harbin
- Vorarlberg
- Zhejiang Hangzhou
- La Vigiere - Alpes Cote 'd Azur
- Kunming
- Qinghai
- Xining
- Tamale
- Techiman
- Nzerekore
- Niani
- Colmar
- Accra
- Nsawam
- Dege
- Marbella
- Gomoah Fetteh
- Aburi
- Singapore
- Flachau
- Georgetown
- Penang
- Yek Somdet
- Kintampo
- Prestea
- Cagnes Sur Mer
- Hangzhou
- Beyla
- Songkhla
- Conakry
- Jiangxi
- Shaoxing
- Yueyanglou
- Qiaoxishiku
- Feldkirch
- Nice
- Reitdorf
- Gaozhou
- Vangvieng
- Kumasi
- Hunan

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Wintery landscapes (und warme Stubn .. )

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Blogger's Wintery Paradise Salzburg Austria

My friend was a great homeopathic specialist

I miss him forever.

When my friend Toni was still alive we used to ski in the mountains around Radstadt, Altenmarkt, Reitdorf, Flachau. Winter was our friend, the long, and beautifully laid skiing slopes ever inviting.

I started skiing early, the first time when I was six years old.

My grandfather would take me to a hill not far from our home, I remember
sliding down the slope on my butt, my hands frozen, toes chilled.

Never will I forget my grandfathers technique to warm hands, fingers.
(I assume he must have learned this technique when serving the K.U.K. Army)

He would rub my hands between his palm till I felt the blood shooting up
my finger tips. It certainly solved the immediate problem. Friction evolving int heat,
a simple physical thought.

This must have saved my fingers from completely freezing up..

The rubbing stopped, still my toes were hurting under the heavy ski boots, made of pure leather in those days. Leather though, yet badly insulated.

Unthinkable in modern days.

Coming home was a real pleasure, warming up near the fire, sipping hot tea made from
lime blossoms, which she had picked the summer before.

This tea served as a remedy against colds, and its associated cough.


Toni was from Reitdorf, Flachau. He was a friend who would visit us in Africa, and we in turn went to visit him in Flachau. I will always remember the day when we first, after a long period of time, ventured to the mountains around Altenmarkt, and I fastened the skiis after a 20 year long period of inactivity on the slopes.

It was almost as if I never stopped skiing, within 15 minutes I was back in my previous form, zooming down the slopes at incredible speed, still maintaining the style as I had thwenty years earlier.

Toni was flabberghasted, he was speechless.
We had great fun and I must say, this was one of my best times I spent in Austria.

Some pictures from those days :

Those days remain unforgettable.

When I came across a posting in a blog read recently, the old memories came back. Gottwald Felix, one of Austria 's top Skiers will accompany a group of selected to the Salzburg Alps in March.

It brought back a nostalgic feeling,  not experienced when roaming about in China, Tibet, Thailand and other places of the world.

Lets hope that I stand a chance against the other contenders !

Whatever, whichever, we shall remember the days when Toni and myself roamed the Salzburgian mountains near the 'Sound of music' world.

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(More about Toni in the next episodes)

Till then,

bye all


Saturday, January 15, 2011

past : Encounter at dusk

Encounter at dusk, Odienne forest, border Guinea

The Renault truck was loaded to the brink, with no room left to spare. 30 tons of merchandise - consisting of packaging materials and other goods had crossed from Gonokrom, Ghana towards Ivory Coast, Agnibilekrou . On the first night they slept at the border, in order to complete formalities transit documents, a cumbersome affair.

They had made friends with the border customs officials in order to facilitate the process faster. The wife of the customs head at the border point invited them to dinner, consisting of Fufu (mortar pounded Manioc, plantains and yams), and a delicious peanut butter stew.

The days that followed were in stark contrast to this. The vehicle transiting Ivory Coast from the north to the south, just 150 km before Abidjan, and then turning right towards Yamoussoukro. It took 3 days before Yamoussoukro was reached, and heavy rain poured down on them in the center of the metropolis built by Houphouet Boigny, former president of the West African State.
They slept the night in their vehicle, the crew of 4 and the woman in charge of the goods. It was cramped, uncomfortable, and sticky hot, but they had managed all through out their journey the conditions were similar.

An attempt to inform their whereabouts was futile, as no telephone line was available to contact me who was waiting for news.

Next morning the truck moved north towards the regional capital of Odienne , and the driver took the decision to cross the rainforest into Guinea, without knowing the road and its condition.

Being on African roads is a danger in itself, with vehicles parked in broken down condition during nightfall, blocking roads, without a warning triangle as the norm. Many people lose their lives this way, from passenger cars ploughing into those trucks on the road. Thousands of people die as a result but nothing is being done to alter the situation. No government since 50 years has ever been able to control this number one cause of road accidents.

The road through the forest is unpaved, a stretch of 50 miles of green, impenetrable jungle awaits them, only cut by a narrow, laterite road that serves as the main route to the border with Guinea. So narrow is the path that no two vehicles would be able to pass each other would they meet. On some areas the road is wider, and this would be the only way to allow two trucks to pass side by side, leaving only inches of room.

The truck could not move at more than 10-15 mph due to the bad condition of the road. In the afternoon the torrents pour more water on them, the jungle becoming a morass.

Visibility was reduced to a few meters. The driver doing his best to control the situation, he was aware of the many dangers that lurk in this thick, green hell. They must make it to the border post. Rain still gushing down on them, he was crossing a creek overflowing its embankments.

Floods, dark red painted by soil of the rainforest, the driver could not see the huge rock that was laying in the middle of the torrent, covered by the floods. All he feels is a heavy jolt on his truck, he forces the car to move out from the creek to stop on the other side in order to inspecting his vehicle. He had unwittingly damaged his radiator whilst running over a big bolder of rock hardly noticeable because of low visibility and the dark brown floods.

Desperation overcomes them when they see the damage. No way could they continue till the water tank had been repaired. They decide to stay over the night and remove the tank the following morning.

It was late afternoon close by the time they had crossed the flooded creek. Tropical rains happen to be a regular menace to drivers and as fast as they come they will go. At 6 PM all was over and the forest was getting dark, quickly.

They prepared for the night in their cramped vehicle once again, only this time in the middle of the jungle, and without knowing their exact location.

After the rain the canopy over them turned into a lively neighborhood with green monkeys jumping from branch to branch, amidst loud screams they were protesting the human presence below them.

Night fell and the jungle voices rising, myriads of mosquitoes descending on them. Windows could not be closed completely unless they would suffocate, so they fell prey to the blood sucking insects. It was real hell, no food except some bread with them. A negligence, as they realized at that moment.

The night creeping endlessly, with the occupants feeling prisoners in their tiny cabin which had two bunks infested with another insect, fleas. In addition to their already dreadful condition, the fleas attacking them in the bunks and menacing them.

When daylight comes they are relieved, move out from their vehicle and disappear in the bushes behind. The creek is now at its normal level and the rock can be seen clearly. Nobody will move it except by nature's force. After a meager breakfast of a few chunks of 'tea' bread, water from the creek, the driver and mate remove the radiator, a task of two hours. It is near 10 AM when they depart back to where they came from, carrying the heavy tank on the drivers head, the African way.

No one knows how long it would take them to return. A pathetic thought in the middle of nowhere, only a breakdown in the desert could be of similar magnitude. So they wave goodbye and pray to return safely.


The day passes slowly, the jungle steaming with the day heat, the sun now over the canopy they melt in this near 100 % humidity environment. They watch the monkeys over their heads, and pass the time with telling their own problems to each other.

The owner of the vehicle was a laborer in London, UK and saved up in many years to be able to acquire this truck, enabling him to make a living back home. Many tales are told on this day, for there was no other means to beat the time.

They wonder where their companions may have reached, their hopes are dim, knowing the condition of the road.

Afternoon brings again the daily rain. Everyone is waiting for the storm to finish before preparing for the night once again. A bucket of water is carried for the only lady, to the rear of the cabin in order to take her shower. She has no choice and uses her African printed cloth to wrap it around her big bosom and cover herself from the view of the others. Sitting on the back on the top of the spare tire, she manages to take a shower.
The water is fresh and invigorates her after the hot day. Proceeding with lotioning her body, using a perfumed body lotion to smoothen her skin, she suddenly hears a growling sound from the side of the road behind her.

She calls the attention of the vehicle's owner and points to the shadow that moves slowly towards her. As dusk has set in she is unable to see clear, yet she notices the abnormal size of the shadow coming towards her. She tshouts to Paul in the front to look at a 'large dog'. When the remaining mate sees it he is shocked and calls in a quiet voice, she should move into the cabin, as this was in fact a lion.

Her Adrenalin rising in a flash, her 240 pounds of flesh moved as fast as in no time before. She jumps to the cabin like a 14 year old schoolgirl, slamming the door behind them. They see the Forest Leopard standing behind, whacking his tail nervously, confused, with a deep growl. 

 At this moment no one could figure out, why the Leopard did not attack, our believe is the the strange scent of perfume, was an unknown odor to him, and this saves the life of the woman. They see him and hear him clearly, a few meters away from the vehicle, expressing his annoyance with a deep growl,  its spotted skin  visible in the now dark surrounding.

They had crossed the path of a Forest Leopard, and escaped his attack by a margin. The margin was the body lotion that sent the Leopard into confusion. God was on their side. The Leopard still standing, and growls more time in a deep, catlike outburst of dissatisfaction, till he finally disappears back into the jungle.

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Thursday, January 6, 2011

Past the New Year

Hi folks, we 're at it again. Festivities behind us, sumptuous dinners, brunches, lunches. No more Mistletoe, 'Away in a manger', Silent Night', etc. Till ending of this year. All very cool, still - it has turned all too commercial - in my opinion.

23rd we were invited to a wedding of close to a thousand invited and another hundreds of uninvited guests, all set in the garden of a local 5 Star Hotel. Cost per head was a cool 100 $ for food, not including the Dom Perignon flowing in hundreds of liters (and bottles).

All in all, the money spent on the dnner alone was near to 200000 $. Sure, one would say, that's not a lot comparing it to Donald Trumps wedding.

In a country, where average incomes hover near the the 100 Bucks a month mark, some would say, this sounds extravagant.

The bride looked lovely, the groom very handsome, and both looked relaxed when they marched down the aisle. We wish you Y. and  Y. all the best for your future.

Sometimes, things go wrong on a Notebook, or PC for that matter.

I bought a new NB as a gift for a friend of ours. When configuring my old NB, I realized there was a bug that had affected my OS and I needed to revamp my system.

Backup, format, reinstalling, restoring took some time. It was frustrating, inspite of all backups one can possibly imagine, like Macrium reflect, Titan, Genie, WD backup 1 TB disc, and Windows Backup.

Best solution in my opinion : Windows Transfer File Program. I found it the best to use.
It gave me no headache to reinstal my mailaccounts, restoring my Documents, my settings.

All others work, but if you want to restore to a Windows based system, I recommend Windows File Transfer App. It does the job well enough.

Have you ever experimented with a RAM disk (for those with enough RAM at least 2GB should be good, and if you have DDR3 MEM you are set for some surprises.

Put all my Internet Temp folder on RAM disk, and pages are loading in a flash.

So, leave a comment if you need some advice of how to install your own RAM disk.

Till next time, wish you all well and Happy New Year 2011,