<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149</id><updated>2012-02-13T18:08:00.487-02:00</updated><category term='show'/><category term='cracóvia'/><category term='europa'/><category term='camboja'/><category term='esportes'/><category term='minas gerais'/><category term='roma'/><category term='colombia'/><category term='dublin'/><category term='inglaterra'/><category term='fotos'/><category term='jones'/><category term='copa'/><category term='rio'/><category term='u.s.a.'/><category term='berlim'/><category term='aniversários'/><category term='outras tias'/><category term='memes'/><category term='peru'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='rep. tcheca'/><category term='filosofando'/><category term='costa rica'/><category term='tv'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='momento toc'/><category term='buenos aires'/><category term='botswana'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='bali'/><category term='zambia'/><category term='turquia'/><category term='guatemala'/><category term='edinburgh'/><category term='olimpíadas'/><category term='vietnam'/><category term='panama'/><category term='outros'/><category term='cidade'/><category term='nordeste'/><category term='laos'/><category term='australia'/><category term='zimbabwe'/><category term='do coração'/><category term='viagens'/><category term='chile'/><category term='croácia'/><category term='portugal'/><category term='tia helo'/><category term='livros'/><category term='africa do sul'/><category term='new zealand'/><category term='bangkok'/><title type='text'>Caderninho da Tia Helo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371781315702112973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v391/suemedeiros/Fotos/amigos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>775</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-4332069219353188735</id><published>2012-02-11T17:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T17:37:44.130-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Book Report: Religião Para Ateus - Alain de Botton</title><content type='html'>O filósofo, e ateu, Alain de Botton resolveu escrever esse Religião para Ateus, não com a intenção de debater a existência ou não de um Deus, mas para mostrar a importância que certos aspectos das religiões são benéficos para uma vida em sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro é dividido em partes: comunidade, educação gentileza, pessimismo, arte, etc. Em cada assunto ele aplica algum aspecto religioso que faz com que a convivência dos seres humanos seja melhor. A idéia do livro é até boa, mas é cheio de obviedades com uma narrativa condescendente e chatinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religiões, e seus rituais,&amp;nbsp;são regras e leis que se utilizam da crença em um ser (ou seres) superior para organizar uma sociedade.&amp;nbsp;Já pensou se Moises só tivesse chegado para o pessoal e dito: "olha gente, acho que ninguém deveria matar, nem roubar... O que vocês acham? Vamos fazer algumas leis e tal"? Será que teria funcionado? Então, para mim, em cada uma tem algo que se possa aproveitar, mesmo que não se creia em nada. É perfeitamente possível ser ateu e admirar a arquitetura de uma catedral, a estátua do David, os templos de Angkor Wat, o enorme Buda deitado, o Pantheon (que de masoleu romano virou igreja), e as ondas perfeitas de Uluwatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umas das falhas do livro é falar mais do Cristianismo e do Judaísmo. O Budismo aparece em algumas páginas e nenhuma palavra sobre o Islamismo é dita. Isso dá uma visão muito ocidental de religião. Ficou superficial demais, faltou um pouco de pesquisa. #prontofalei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na parte do pessimismo, ele fala que as pessoas acham que quando coisas ruins acontecem elas se sentem perseguidas, como se as adversidades só acontecessem com elas. O Muro da Lamentações, em Jerusalém, &amp;nbsp;é citado como um espaço onde as pessoas vão para manisfestar suas dores, implorar ajuda, expor suas aflições, e que, no fundo, são só várias pessoas sofrendo juntas, que a angústia não é exclusiva. Então para o Alain de Botton, já que ateus não tem um muro de lamentações onde mostrar ou comparar seu sofrimento, ele sugere (achando que teve a melhor idéia ever) que entre os cartazes e outdoors de propagandas nas ruas fossem colocadas versões eletrônicas das lamentações alheias. Assim ninguém ia se sentir só com seus problemas. Esse homem nunca ouviu falar do&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com/"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensação que tive é que o Sr. de Botton quer ser um bom menino, uma Poliana atéia, algo como: "sou ateu, mas dou importância as religiões, não quero causar discórdia". (fazendo o sinal de paz e amor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho o,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.patheos.com/blogs/unreasonablefaith/2011/12/the-20-best-christopher-hitchens-quotes/"&gt;sempre polêmico&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_Hitchens"&gt;Christopher Hitchens&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;mais interessante. ("&lt;a href="http://www.companhiadasletras.com.br/detalhe.php?codigo=11928"&gt;Cartas a um jovem contestador&lt;/a&gt; " é bom para começar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-4332069219353188735?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4332069219353188735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=4332069219353188735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4332069219353188735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4332069219353188735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/02/book-report-religiao-para-ateus-alain.html' title='Book Report: Religião Para Ateus - Alain de Botton'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-8957528425125127225</id><published>2012-02-02T10:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T10:00:12.331-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><title type='text'>Analisando a música: Basket Case (Green Day)</title><content type='html'>O Green Day é uma banda de pop punk (porque, vamos combinar, o punk rock ficou mesmo nos anos 1970 com os Ramones e Sex Pistols), que se formou no fim dos anos 1980, quando ainda eram adolescentes. No início dos anos 1990, com o boom das garage bands, do grunge, (Nirvana, Peral Jam, etc) o Green Day conseguiu se firmar e Basket Case (de 1994) é um single do terceiro album da banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basket Case é um termo, uma gíria, em inglês que indica pessoa ou coisa que não funciona propriamente, ou seja, um caso perdido (mentalmente ou não), ou louco de pedra. A origem (&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/basket-case"&gt;segundo a internet&lt;/a&gt;) não é nem um pouco agradável, e até ofensiva, vem lá da primeira guerra mundial quando os soldados que perdiam as pernas e os braços eram carregados em cestas (baskets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando tirar essa imagem da cabeça, dizem que o Billy Joel (o vocalista da banda) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basket_Case_(song)"&gt;escreveu essa música&lt;/a&gt; enquanto tentava lidar com sua ansiedade. Faz sentido. Então vamos analisar a música que é sobre a loucura, drogas, sexo (ou a falta de), num ritmo alucinante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you have the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To listen to me whine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;About nothing and everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All at once&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am one of those&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melodramatic fools&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neurotic to the bone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No doubt about it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A música já começa com uma guitarra num riff constante, num ritmo preciso, como se a mente estivesse sobrecarregada, funcionando a mil por hora. Guardem essa informação para uma estrofe futura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eu acho essa primeira frase ótima: "Você tem tempo de me escutar enquanto reclamo de nada e de tudo ao mesmo tempo". Quantas pessoas não são assim? Falam, falam, falam, e quem escuta tem que pescar as partes importantes. Ser psicologo/psiquiatra/amigo não é fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pelo menos ele é um idiota-neurótico-melodramático assumido.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I give myself the creeps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It all keeps adding up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I'm cracking up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I just paranoid?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I just stoned?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Claro que essa combinação neurótico-melodrámatico ia ser creepy, estranha, assustadora, né? Uma das piores coisas que pode acontecer a alguém é a própria mente ficar de sacanagem fazendo você acreditar em coisas fantasiosas, e, para o cara da música, essas coisas ficam fazendo sentido. Ele acha que está a beira da loucura e pergunta: "só estou paranóico ou apenas viajandão?" É uma pergunta retórica? (Cara, conselho amigo, larga essa drogas. As lícitas e as ilícitas também.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I went to a shrink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To analyze my dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She says it's lack of sex&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's bringing me down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I went to a whore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She said my life's a bore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So quit my whining cause&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's bringing her down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aí ele vai num psiquiatra/psicólogo analisar os sonhos (eu também tenho uns sonhos bem bizarros). A analista diz que o mal dele é falta de sexo (Oh, really? Acho que muitos problemas podem ser resumidos a isso). E o que ele faz? Vai numa prostituta, óbvio. Acontece que a profissional do sexo diz: "Cara, seu problema é tédio. Para de reclamar que quem está ficando deprimida sou eu!". Ok, tenho que adicionar prostitutas aos que ficam escutando reclamações chatas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lembram do ritmo da guitarra no início da música? Pois é, além da mente que não para, acho que é indicativo do que ele faz para resolver o problema apontado pela analista. Se é que vocês me entendem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I give myself the creeps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It all keeps adding up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I'm cracking up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I just paranoid?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uh, yuh, yuh, ya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grasping to control&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I better hold on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E temos o refrão outra vez. Paranóico e doidão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O que importa é que ele está tentando manter o controle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Então vamos correr, pedalar, pular, fazer muita bateria imaginária, porque soltar adrenalina sempre é bom!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Coloquei uma versão ao vivo, o youtube não deixou colocar aqui o &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/NUTGr5t3MoY"&gt;video oficial - feito num sanatório&lt;/a&gt;, tem que ver lá)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="231" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4BEN4bn_iTk" width="395"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-8957528425125127225?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8957528425125127225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=8957528425125127225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8957528425125127225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8957528425125127225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/02/analisando-musica-basket-case-green-day.html' title='Analisando a música: Basket Case (Green Day)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4BEN4bn_iTk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-7588089524031167981</id><published>2012-01-30T12:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T10:21:39.083-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>+ Filmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo&lt;/b&gt; (Os Homens que Não Amavam as Mulheres)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de mais nada, detesto o título que deram para esse filme em português. #prontofalei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito isso, ler um livro antes de ver o filme sempre faz com que o filme deixe algo a desejar, e faz o espectador assistir com um pouco mais de expectativas. Adaptações são difíceis, e, obviamente, as mídias são diferentes. Para traduzir um livro para filme, as vezes, é necessário fazer mudanças, cortar partes menos importantes e dar um ritmo próprio a história sendo contada nas imagens. Os livros tem o número de páginas que quiserem, os filmes tem tempo limitado. Por isso poucos filmes conseguem ser tão bons quanto os livros, seja adaptando ao pé da letra (&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/Pki6jbSbXIY"&gt;Senhor dos Anéis&lt;/a&gt;, Harry Potter, quase todos da Jane Austen), ou fazendo versões modernas (&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/6bq8BsIZejE"&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/a&gt;, de 1998), a maioria não consegue e muitos são piores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O David Fincher, na minha opinião, foi feliz em adaptar outros livros para o cinema: Clube da Luta, The Social Network e até o conto do Benjamin Button (mesmo que o filme não seja tão interessante). Desses só não li The Social Network, mas o filme é tão bom que imagino que foi bem adaptado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, ele não tinha só o primeiro livro para se basear, tinha também o filme sueco feito em 2009. Visualmente o filme do Fincher é incrível, transmite toda a claustrofobia do inverno sueco, a trilha sonora é muito boa, &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/mVLJkIZvFlo"&gt;os créditos da abertura já te deixam no clima&lt;/a&gt;, a Rooney Mara faz uma Lisbeth Salander fiel a do livro, e o Daniel Craig....ai, gente, o Daniel Craig está ótimo nesse filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história é sobre um jornalista (Daniel Craig, macho-que-é-macho), que depois de um processo por calúnia, é contratado por um tiozinho milionário para desvendar o sumiço de sua sobrinha que aconteceu em 1966. Para isso o jornalista se muda para o fim do mundo no norte da Suécia onde tudo aconteceu. Paralelamente conhecemos a Lisbeth Salander, uma investigadora particular e hacker. Os dois se juntam para desvendar o crime. E, sim, tem muita violência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das mudanças que foram feitas do livro para o filme, a que menos gostei foi o final. Tudo acontece rápido demais no fim, da resolução do caso investigado a armação contra o banqueiro, quase não dá para entender direito e deixa muitas brechas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim é um filme muito bom, eu gostei. A Tia Helo não ia passar dos créditos de abertura, só ali ela já diria 615 "Ai, Jesus!" para o dragão tatuado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Descendants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney faz um havaiano, descendente de uma geração que começou com um inglês casando com uma havaiana, herdeira do &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamehameha_I"&gt;Rei Kamehameha&lt;/a&gt;. Ele tem o poder de decidir para quem vender (ou não) umas terras virgens na ilha de Kauai, que serão transformadas em resort, campo de golfe, etc. &amp;nbsp;Ele é pressionado pelos primos, mas isso é só pano de fundo para um filme sobre a vida, o universo, tudo mais, e o hawaiian way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esposa do Clooney (vamos combinar que ninguém lembra o nome de nenhum personagem dele) sofre um acidente e fica em coma. Com isso ele tem que cuidar das duas filhas, uma adolescente rebelde de 17 e outra de 10 anos, coisa que ele nunca fez. Acontece que o médico diz que a esposa não vai sair do coma e que eles tem que desligar os aparelhos e esperar ela morrer. No meio de tudo isso ele descobre que a esposa estava tendo um caso com um corretor de imóveis. Então, a vida é assim, as coisas acontecem e o Clooney vai aprendendo a lidar com elas, e com as filhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei. Fazia tempo que o George Clooney não atuava tão bem, acho que desde Syriana. Só senti falta de uma cena de surf, ainda mais que o&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/hwlZUKv57B4"&gt; Laird Hamilton&lt;/a&gt; fez uma ponta. A Tia Helo diria 147 "Ai, Jesus!" para aquela corridinha sem jeito do Clooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-7588089524031167981?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7588089524031167981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=7588089524031167981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/7588089524031167981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/7588089524031167981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/filmes_30.html' title='+ Filmes'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-1748730419217277546</id><published>2012-01-29T13:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:07:33.205-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esportes'/><title type='text'>Aberto da Australia</title><content type='html'>Hoje foi a final do Australian Open lá em &lt;a href="http://www.cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/melbourne-1.html"&gt;Melbourne &lt;/a&gt;(saudade!). E que jogão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafael Nadal e Djokovic trocaram golpes na Rod Laver Arena por 6 horas. Cinco sets cheios de reviravoltas, erros, acertos incríveis, suor e lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Djokovic é o número um e jogou como tal. Acho que o Rafael Nadal nunca correu tanto num jogo, e, para ser justa, ele ainda tinha gás para correr mais (e olha que ele gasta muita energia puxando a cueca de 5 em 5 segundos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim foi 3x2 para o Djokovic. Campeão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJSI588Xwk/TyVf1oPQLeI/AAAAAAAAEWU/OYRpnBMhoOk/s1600/djoko.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJSI588Xwk/TyVf1oPQLeI/AAAAAAAAEWU/OYRpnBMhoOk/s200/djoko.jpg" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-1748730419217277546?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1748730419217277546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=1748730419217277546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1748730419217277546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1748730419217277546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/aberto-da-australia.html' title='Aberto da Australia'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJSI588Xwk/TyVf1oPQLeI/AAAAAAAAEWU/OYRpnBMhoOk/s72-c/djoko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-2910298370907716215</id><published>2012-01-28T10:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:21:59.079-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Séries novas</title><content type='html'>O ano mal começou (se bem que o carnaval está quase aí) e já tem série nova no pedaço. Algumas foram só uma pré-estreia, tipo: jogam o primeiro episódio um mês antes para as pessoas comentarem (funciona), mas outras já tem mais de um episódio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/h9PXqJUp2Ug"&gt;Alcatraz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;- A série nova do JJ Abrams, o cara de Lost e Fringe, é um pouco de....Lost e Fringe. Em 1963 Alcatraz fechou, e os prisioneiros foram transferidos, mas, segundo a série, não foi isso que aconteceu. Eles sumiram, junto com alguns guardas. Acontece que os prisioneiros (bandidos/serial killers/mafiosos) começaram a aparecer em San Francisco nos dias de hoje, com a mesma idade e corpitcho de 1963. Não entendi se eles voltam com alguma missão (como o Jack Sylvane no primeiro episódio. Sim, outro Jack. Só falta o Sawyer, e o urso polar, claro.), ou se só retornam para continuar o que pararam quando foram presos. Também não entendi se volta um por vez ou se voltaram vários ao mesmo tempo. De qualquer forma, eles parecem super a vontade com o mundo moderno.&lt;br /&gt;Tem a Madsen, detetive loirinha super esperta (e quase vidente), o Hurley Dude de Lost está lá sempre como alívio cômico (nem sei o nome dele na série, mas continua sendo um nerd, dessa vez especialista em Alcatraz), o Sam Neill que nem se dá o trabalho de fazer caretas decentes, e até a Dra Neela de ER está nessa série fazendo, adivinhem.... uma médica especialista em algo. Resolveram fazer caso-da-semana mais mistérios da série, mas os casos não estão empolgando. Só vou ver mais alguns episódios porque gostei do Jack Sylvane e quero saber o que vão fazer com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/Uw_oRFwIQjw"&gt;House of Lies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;- É sobre um grupo de consultores e o que eles fazem nas empresas (na maior parte é muita conversa e enganação). O Martin (Don Cheadle) é o chefe do grupo e se acha genial, fica parando as cenas o tempo todo para explicar o que está acontecendo. E tem muito sexo no meio, é quase um Californication no mundo corporativo (sem o carisma do David Duchovny). Até agora não gostei muito, acho até que vai ser cancelada, mas deveriam fazer um spin off com o filho pré-adolescente do Martin, ele, além de ter o melhor figurino, faz as melhores perguntas "Pai, o que fazer quando a gente gosta de um menino...e uma menina?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/5mwHDfl_GIE"&gt;Smash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - é sobre a montagem de um musical sobre a Marilyn Monroe na Broadway. Vai desde que a idéia surge para os escritores, passando pelos produtores e diretor, até a escolha das atrizes. O episódio piloto foi ótimo! Daqueles que apresentam bem os personagens e deixam um gostinho de quero mais. E eu nem gosto de teatro (nem muito de musicais).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/N3qK6dB79U4"&gt;Touch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Jack Bauer is back! Ok, não é bem assim. O Kiefer Sutherland faz um jornalista que perdeu a esposa no 11/9 e tem que cuidar do filho autista (?). O garoto é fixado em números e telefones celulares, mas não diz uma palavra. O curioso é que a narração do episódio é feita por ele. O menino consegue ver um padrão numérico que de alguma forma liga o vendedor de forno inglês ao menino iraquiano que quase vira terrorista. Então, é sobre como todas as pessoas no mundo estão conectadas, ou seja, é só para mostrar que o mundo é mesmo um ovo. O porém dessa série é que é do mesmo cara que criou Heroes, aquela bomba (que até começou bem). O primeiro episódio foi bom, mas vamos ver como se desenvolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é que &lt;b&gt;30 Rock &lt;/b&gt;e &lt;b&gt;Justified&lt;/b&gt; voltaram e &lt;b&gt;Mad Men&lt;/b&gt; já tem uma possível data de estréia da 5ª temporada. Volta logo Don Draper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-2910298370907716215?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2910298370907716215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=2910298370907716215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/2910298370907716215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/2910298370907716215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/series-novas.html' title='Séries novas'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-5810391838924683332</id><published>2012-01-25T11:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:21:43.470-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>+ Filmes</title><content type='html'>As indicações para o Oscar sairam ontem (com muitas supresas, boas e ruins), eu ainda não vi muitos na lista mas aqui estão mais alguns que assisti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor filme de ação do ano. Faz Velozes e Furiosos parecer filme feito para tv (Oh, wait...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ryan Gosling faz um dublê de cenas de ação que envolvem carros, trabalha numa oficina mecânica, quer ser piloto de stock car e nas horas vagas faz bico de motorista de assaltos. E ele é metódico e muito bom nessa última função, por isso é requisitado (e cobra caro) para muitos serviços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que ele foi se apaixonar pela vizinha (com um filho fofo) que....wait for it.... tem um marido que está na cadeia. A confusão está armada, mas surpreende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ryan Gosling está excelente no papel do motorista, o Albert Brooks faz um mafioso dos melhores, a Carey Mulligan não faz muita diferença, mas tem o Bryan Cranston de Breaking Bad, Ron Pearlman de Sons of Anarchy e até a Christina Hendricks de Mad Men. A trilha sonora é excelente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria dizer para o pessoal do Oscar que até entendo não terem indicado o Ryan Gosling, a lista de melhor ator está muito boa, mas o Albert Brooks poderia muito bem estar entre os coadjuvantes. E, sério que vocês deixaram Drive de fora dos 9 (nove!) candidatos a melhor filme? Olha, cavalo por cavalo eu prefiro os do motor do carro do Ryan Gosling. #prontofalei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tia Helo não ia gostar muito desse filme, provavelmente dira uns 317 "Ai, Jesus!", mas ia querer o Ryan Gosling de motorista (ela e todo mundo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (O Espião Que Sabia Demais)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espionagem britânica na época da Guerra Fria. Sem o James Bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os britânicos descobriram que um de seus espiões é um agente duplo e também dá uma forcinha do lado soviético. O Gary Oldman (indicado a melhor ator, estava na hora né?) faz um espião da alta cúpula que foi forçado a se aposentar depois de um incidente para tentar descobrir o tal agente duplo, mas é chamado de volta para continuar a investigação por fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um filme que começa lento, mas os 10 minutos finais valem a pena, especialmente a trilha sonora que acompanha as cenas finais. É uma filme de sutilezas, cenas lentas, muitos olhares significativos, sorrisos falsos, muito não dito e muita gente moralmente flexível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do Gary Oldman, tem o Colin Firth (ótimo!), e o Benedict Cumberbatch (o Sherlock Holmes moderno).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei. A Tia Helo iria tirar uma soneca no meio desse filme, mas no fim diria uns 480 "Ai, Jesus!" seguidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Separation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um casal decide se separar e a esposa sai de casa. Acontece que, para cuidar do pai com Alzheimer, o marido tem que contratar alguém que fique o dia em casa enquanto ele trabalha e a filha estuda. A mulher contratada vai no primeiro dia, desiste depois de alguns pequenos problemas, pede para o homem contratar o marido dela, que não aparece no trabalho, e depois ela é quem fica cuidando do vovô.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ela precisa sair, amarra o vovô na cama, e quando chega o patrão já está meio enfurecido e a coloca para fora. Ela estava grávida e perde o bebê. Tudo isso vai parar no tribunal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que entendi o sistema jurídico iraniano não tem advogados (ponto para eles!), pelo menos no que parece ser pequenas causas. As partes apresentam a causa e se acusam e se defendem e um juiz decide tudo. Parece almoço de família italiana. É curioso ver a relação das pessoas com a mentira, a verdade e até que ponto uma crença tem influência ou não numa decisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme iraniano, que é indicado a melhor filme estrangeiro no Oscar desse ano, se encaixa bem no bordão do Dr. House: "Everybody lies.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um filme muito bom. A Tia Helo diria uns 219 "Ai, Jesus!", especialmente para a mulher tentando limpar a casa com aquele lenço na cabeça que se estende para uma capa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-5810391838924683332?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5810391838924683332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=5810391838924683332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5810391838924683332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5810391838924683332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/filmes_25.html' title='+ Filmes'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-6038510991891080844</id><published>2012-01-23T16:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:07:19.015-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><title type='text'>Analisando a música: Bizarre Love Triangle - New Order</title><content type='html'>Essa semana vi dois filmes que tocavam essa música, e, para falar a verdade, eu nunca parei para analisar a letra dessa música, eu gosto mesmo é da batida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O New Order, todo o mundo sabe, é a banda que se formou depois que o Ian Curtis morreu e o Joy Division acabou. E a banda sobreviveu muito bem a década de 80. Bizarre Love Triangle é de 1986, e junto com&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRqdOyMnnxM"&gt;Perfect Kiss&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kHgMvWmIs4"&gt;Round and Round&lt;/a&gt; e&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftJZomwDhxQ"&gt;Blue Monday&lt;/a&gt;, foi um hit da época (que ainda toca muito hoje).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo triângulo amoroso é um pouco bizarro mesmo. Quem nunca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então vamos a música do New Order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's no problem of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it's a problem I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Living a life that I can't leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;The wisdom of the fool won't set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;And it's what nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well every day my confusion grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já sei que é um cara falando para um garota, que provavelmente está em outro relacionamento e temos a terceira parte do triângulo. Acompanhem. "Toda vez que penso em você me sinto atingido por um raio inesperado" OU "toda vez que penso em você me sinto atingido por um raio de tristeza", ou seja, ele pensa nela e fica surpreso porque pensou, ou fica triste porque pensou nela, ou as duas coisas. (essa frase em inglês é linda, já vale a música)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aí ele diz que não é problema dele (porque ele é a terceira parte), mas que é um problema viver uma vida que não consegue deixar para trás (ou esquecer). E que, como todo mundo sabe, não adianta dar conselho, que é assim mesmo, o que ninguém sabe, mas ele continua confuso. E eu também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O refrão: toda vez que ele a vê cair (que pode ser literal ou não), desmoronar, ele pede e espera que ela diga as palavras que ele não pode. Então, que palavras são essas? Pelo jeito ela está num relacionamento não muito bom e ele está de fora esperando que ela saia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm feeling like I never should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whenever I get this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think you're what you seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo resolvido. Ele se sente bem, como não deveria, porque apesar de não estar com ela, ele também está curtindo. Não sabe o que dizer, só gostaria de se sentir como antes (momento nostálgico da música, e indica que alguma coisa mudou - acho que ele descobriu que ela tinha outro). Ele não sabe o que isso tudo significa, mas acha que ela não é o que parece (cai fora cara!) e sabe que ser a terceira parte do triangulo não é legal. Que fazer outra pessoa sofrer não vai deixar os dois saberem o que poderiam ser.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele insiste nesse refrão (que todo mundo canta levantando os braços - isso mesmo, eu vi você com as mãos para cima) e ainda torce para ela ter coragem para acabar com o triangulo bizarro, seja dando um fora nele ou no outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto ele espera ela se decidir, a gente dança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="294" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7uEBuqkkQRk" width="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e6e6e6; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-6038510991891080844?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6038510991891080844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=6038510991891080844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6038510991891080844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6038510991891080844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/analisando-musica-bizarre-love-triangle.html' title='Analisando a música: Bizarre Love Triangle - New Order'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7uEBuqkkQRk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-205586393626223665</id><published>2012-01-21T17:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:20:19.496-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>+ Filmes</title><content type='html'>Já teve o Globo de Ouro e eu não tinha visto quase nenhum dos filmes, então antes do Oscar decidi colocar alguns em dia para poder apostar em algum bolão com mais certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ides Of March (Tudo Pelo Poder)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Gosling (delícia, mesmo sem tirar a camisa) faz um assistente de gerente da campanha a presidência dos EUA do George Clooney. No começo ele é um rapaz com ideais, sempre achando que está do lado certo, e fazendo a coisa certa, mas todos nós sabemos que no mundo da política a coisa não é bem assim, mesmo que seu candidato seja o George Clooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ryan Gosling recebeu uma indicação ao Globo de Ouro por essa atuação e foi merecida, a diferença do personagem dele no início e no fim do filme é sútil, mas marcante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney dirigiu esse filme com eficiência, e acho que aproveitou para inserir algumas de suas próprias idéias políticas em algumas partes. Eu votaria nele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tia Helo também votaria nele, junto com 23 "Ai, Jesus!" que ela diria para esse filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfect Sense&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo virus surge no qual depois de uma tristeza profunda, acompanhada de uma crise de choro, as pessoas perdem o olfato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan (Eva Green) é uma&amp;nbsp;epidemiologista&amp;nbsp;que estuda o caso e passa por um momento na vida no qual ela se sente só. Michael (Ewan McGregor) é um cozinheiro que não consegue dormir acompanhado. Um dia ele pede um cigarro a ela e assim eles se conhecem. O virus é contagioso, quase que instantaneamente, e ambos perdem o olfato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo continua a funcionar sem que as pessoas sintam o cheiro das coisas. Susan e Michael &amp;nbsp;se conhecem melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que depois surge um segundo virus, que depois de uma crise de paranóia e muita fome as pessoas perdem o paladar. O mundo se adapta e a vida segue. Susan e Michael namoram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí vem o terceiro virus (ou será que é um só virus em várias etapas?) acompanhado de uma ira profunda seguida da surdez. Com isso o mundo entra em crise, como lidar com uma população de surdos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quarto virus é o portador de extrema felicidade, mas priva outro sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei desse filme, é um pouco deprimente, mas é bom. E tem o Ewan McGregor né? Até o &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/QzNtJZgSmZk"&gt;Louis CK gosta dele&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tia Helo, however, não ia gostar nada desse negócio de ir perdendo os sentidos, ainda mais o paladar. 146 "Ai, Jesus!" para Perfect Sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We Need To Talk About Kevin (Precisamos Falar Sobre Kevin)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como um garoto de uma família aparentemente boa se torna um assassino? Ou será que ele nasceu assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Kevin não é serial killer, ele é um assassino em massa, aquele que mata várias pessoas de uma só vez. E porque o Kevin fez isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Kevin já era um garotinho difícil, chato, provocador, sacana, mas será que ter uma mãe que vivia com medo dessa criança não piorava as coisas? Uma mãe que deixa um menino usar fraldas até uns 5 anos de idade? E o pai banana que incentivava o arco e flecha? Ou será que o Kevin seria assim de qualquer jeito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tilda Swinton está muito bem no papel da mãe que oscila entre o medo, a raiva, a culpa e a vergonha, mas bom mesmo é o Kevin, e os 3 meninos que o interpretam. Desde o &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0073643/"&gt;Damien&lt;/a&gt; eu não tinha tanto medo de um garotinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só uma coisa: o que são as camisetas curtinhas do Kevin? Pô Eva (a mãe), só isso já é um bom motivo para acertar alguém com uma flecha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um filme um pouco parado, com vai e vem no tempo, as vezes cansativo, mas é bom. Se a Tia Helo tivesse sido professora do Kevin, garanto que ele não teria matado uma mosca. Ou não. 451 "Ai, Jesus!" para as flechadas do Kevin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-205586393626223665?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/205586393626223665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=205586393626223665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/205586393626223665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/205586393626223665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/filmes.html' title='+ Filmes'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-7552332028296450137</id><published>2012-01-15T08:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:00:03.022-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><title type='text'>Light Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhfKh23UGr8/TxHB5q4pfEI/AAAAAAAAEVw/ivbbpwZbpRQ/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhfKh23UGr8/TxHB5q4pfEI/AAAAAAAAEVw/ivbbpwZbpRQ/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pessoal da &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/Lomographyrio"&gt;Lomography do Rio&lt;/a&gt; fez um &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/Lomographyrio?sk=events"&gt;workshop&lt;/a&gt; de light painting e fui descobrir como funciona essa técnica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light painting é fazer desenhos com luzes (lanternas, velas, etc) mantendo o shutter da máquina aberto para uma longa exposição que vai captar o movimento da luz. Não são todas as máquinas da Lomo que tem o modo longa exposição, mas a &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/brincando-com-la-sardina-2.html"&gt;La Sardina&lt;/a&gt; e a &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/brincando-com-diana-mini.html"&gt;Diana Mini&lt;/a&gt; tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para esse workshop um filme estava incluído e ofereceram máquinas para quem não tinha ou queria experimentar uma nova. Como eu gosto de uma novidade escolhi a &lt;a href="http://brazil.shop.lomography.com/colorsplash-1"&gt;Colorsplash &lt;/a&gt;para testar. A &lt;a href="http://brazil.shop.lomography.com/colorsplash-1"&gt;Colorsplash&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;é uma máquina que já vem com flash embutido, e filtros coloridos para o flash. É o que eu chamo de &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com/photos/cameras/3314921-lomography-colorsplash"&gt;party camera&lt;/a&gt;, porque as fotos ficam mais bacanas a noite e com o elemento fotografado mais perto, ou seja, é ótima para tirar fotos do pessoal nas festas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSEO_abaQQc/TxG83oJjBkI/AAAAAAAAEUo/60yrcaP4f_g/s1600/colorsplash1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSEO_abaQQc/TxG83oJjBkI/AAAAAAAAEUo/60yrcaP4f_g/s320/colorsplash1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;colorsplash com vermelho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dD8zktfg9rY/TxG84rGf48I/AAAAAAAAEUw/egfsZKdxEzM/s1600/colorsplash2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dD8zktfg9rY/TxG84rGf48I/AAAAAAAAEUw/egfsZKdxEzM/s320/colorsplash2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;colorsplash com amarelo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Para fazer o &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light_painting"&gt;Light Painting&lt;/a&gt; fomos até a praça atrás de escuridão para tirar as fotos, claro que lugares escuros no Rio de Janeiro não são indicados, então tinha bastante luz que tira um pouco do foco do desenho. O filme usado foi o &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com/photos/films/871914016-lomography-35mm-100-iso"&gt;35mm asa (ou iso) 100&lt;/a&gt; básico, para as cameras&lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com/photos/cameras/3314878-lomography-fisheye"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fisheye&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;deram um &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com/photos/films/871914015-lomography-35mm-400-iso"&gt;filme asa 400&lt;/a&gt;, e na minha La Sardina tinha um &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com.br/photos/search/tungsten"&gt;filme tungsten&lt;/a&gt; (mas usei mais a Colorsplash). Achei divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPRutlE-Tdc/TxG851dDVyI/AAAAAAAAEU4/7Osr-W7lXuc/s1600/light1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPRutlE-Tdc/TxG851dDVyI/AAAAAAAAEU4/7Osr-W7lXuc/s320/light1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa técnica é com um flash na mão. Aperta o flash, vira e repete. Não sei se dá para ver direito, mas sou eu de frente para mim mesma comigo no meio. Uma coisa assim, egocêntrica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7KZZPj4rZo/TxG86zEFycI/AAAAAAAAEVA/rsCrmqoPZgo/s1600/light3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7KZZPj4rZo/TxG86zEFycI/AAAAAAAAEVA/rsCrmqoPZgo/s320/light3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;acho que tentei um smiley&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cexV-F9m2BE/TxG87nRN9KI/AAAAAAAAEVI/zzPu9Aki3xM/s1600/light4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cexV-F9m2BE/TxG87nRN9KI/AAAAAAAAEVI/zzPu9Aki3xM/s320/light4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;com velas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MyU6qNefRI/TxHB3ymukuI/AAAAAAAAEVo/A3jzfkkISL8/s1600/loght.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MyU6qNefRI/TxHB3ymukuI/AAAAAAAAEVo/A3jzfkkISL8/s320/loght.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;obviamente não sei desenhar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSsUSQQ16Uw/TxG88i8MnfI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/cdNxp3EFiag/s1600/light5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSsUSQQ16Uw/TxG88i8MnfI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/cdNxp3EFiag/s320/light5.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;consegui fazer uma palmeira (yeah!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBXhLX6XwtU/TxG89XnqoiI/AAAAAAAAEVY/IKeHhNMl3a8/s1600/light6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBXhLX6XwtU/TxG89XnqoiI/AAAAAAAAEVY/IKeHhNMl3a8/s320/light6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma guerra de flashes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6gDy0U1irQ/TxG8-QV6OwI/AAAAAAAAEVg/ZnUj0tUZQvE/s1600/light7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6gDy0U1irQ/TxG8-QV6OwI/AAAAAAAAEVg/ZnUj0tUZQvE/s320/light7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;owwww um coração (tirada com a &amp;nbsp;la sardina)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-7552332028296450137?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7552332028296450137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=7552332028296450137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/7552332028296450137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/7552332028296450137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/light-painting.html' title='Light Painting'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhfKh23UGr8/TxHB5q4pfEI/AAAAAAAAEVw/ivbbpwZbpRQ/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-3620233527109063356</id><published>2012-01-14T14:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T16:33:32.216-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><title type='text'>Brincando com a La Sardina (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Já que as minhas &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/brincando-com-la-sardina.html"&gt;primeiras fotos com a La Sardina&lt;/a&gt; foram todas entre o vermelho e o laranja, para vocês não acharem que a máquina só tira fotos nessas cores decidi colocar mais algumas fotos aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez usei um &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com.br/photos/films/871914016-lomography-35mm-100-iso"&gt;filme de 35mm&lt;/a&gt; normal, asa 100, &amp;nbsp;e um &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com.br/photos/search/tungsten"&gt;tungsten&lt;/a&gt;, que realça as cores azuis puxando para o roxo. Tenho preferido usar a &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com/photos/cameras/3334778-lomography-la-sardina"&gt;La Sardina&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com/photos/cameras/3319493-lomography-diana-mini"&gt;Diana Mini,&lt;/a&gt; primeiro pela lente grande angular, e, segundo, fazer sobreposições é mais fácil e divertido. (mas vou voltar a&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/brincando-com-diana-mini.html"&gt; brincar com a Diana Mini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/brincando-com-diana-mini.html"&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0yY_lRYL5A/TxGp87sd_MI/AAAAAAAAETo/KhWoDN4o9XA/s1600/lomo5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0yY_lRYL5A/TxGp87sd_MI/AAAAAAAAETo/KhWoDN4o9XA/s320/lomo5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a vaca com filme asa 100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qAEV3Y-ZzHs/TxGp98TE-DI/AAAAAAAAETw/SQXbi80dLvY/s1600/lomo7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qAEV3Y-ZzHs/TxGp98TE-DI/AAAAAAAAETw/SQXbi80dLvY/s320/lomo7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma das sobreposições que a La Sardina faz,&lt;br /&gt;é só puxar o botão para o MX&lt;br /&gt;e tirar outra foto (filme asa 100)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKiq2HCzgcE/TxGqBdWzEJI/AAAAAAAAEUI/uCdmSwlDpJQ/s1600/lomo18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKiq2HCzgcE/TxGqBdWzEJI/AAAAAAAAEUI/uCdmSwlDpJQ/s320/lomo18.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;copacabana com filme asa 100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bPWDNH58LU/TxGp_csT5rI/AAAAAAAAET4/nJO9Ykl8Gv4/s1600/lomo11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bPWDNH58LU/TxGp_csT5rI/AAAAAAAAET4/nJO9Ykl8Gv4/s320/lomo11.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;um final de tarde com o filme tungsten&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3l4Y1psYN8/TxGqALIQnyI/AAAAAAAAEUA/oFe_EjLuqYA/s1600/lomo12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3l4Y1psYN8/TxGqALIQnyI/AAAAAAAAEUA/oFe_EjLuqYA/s320/lomo12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;um quase por do sol também com tungsten&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5LUDQx3jOw/TxGqfDxWUNI/AAAAAAAAEUg/yovoa-QsT6k/s1600/lomo22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5LUDQx3jOw/TxGqfDxWUNI/AAAAAAAAEUg/yovoa-QsT6k/s320/lomo22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;outra sobreposição com filme tungsten&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wipry9aL5CI/TxGqCcYaBxI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/EJ_n5H0ZTU8/s1600/lomo21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wipry9aL5CI/TxGqCcYaBxI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/EJ_n5H0ZTU8/s320/lomo21.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a bicicleta e ipanema com filme tungsten&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Op4ic_ZgQ2E/TxGqEfiNoYI/AAAAAAAAEUY/sRvM27tJgdg/s1600/lomo25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Op4ic_ZgQ2E/TxGqEfiNoYI/AAAAAAAAEUY/sRvM27tJgdg/s320/lomo25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;e uma noturna com a máquina na posição B de longa exposição&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Gostei do filme tungsten, ainda mais que tiro muitas fotos diurnas e as cores mudam e a revelação é sempre uma surpresa. (O único problema é que não são todos os laboratórios que revelam esse tipo de filme, assim como o preto e branco.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157627975073901/"&gt;fotos no Flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-3620233527109063356?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3620233527109063356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=3620233527109063356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3620233527109063356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3620233527109063356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/brincando-com-la-sardina-2.html' title='Brincando com a La Sardina (2)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0yY_lRYL5A/TxGp87sd_MI/AAAAAAAAETo/KhWoDN4o9XA/s72-c/lomo5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-4335600891787918040</id><published>2012-01-11T22:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:17:46.673-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rio'/><title type='text'>Museu das Telecomunicações</title><content type='html'>Depois do Museu da República eu estava andando pelo Flamengo e me lembrei do divertido Museu do Telefone que existia ali na Dois de Dezembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGZ6P44nLao/TwzCdGBxG7I/AAAAAAAAESg/dP7ynOmiFGk/s1600/tele1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGZ6P44nLao/TwzCdGBxG7I/AAAAAAAAESg/dP7ynOmiFGk/s320/tele1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, o casarão que era a central telefônica do Rio (na época que uma ligação para São Paulo demorava 2 horas para completar), depois foi o Museu do Telefone, agora é o espaço cultural&lt;a href="http://www.oifuturo.org.br/cultura/oi-futuro-flamengo/"&gt; Oi Futuro&lt;/a&gt; com galeria de arte, teatro, biblioteca e o moderno &lt;a href="http://www.oifuturo.org.br/cultura/museu-telecomunicacoes/"&gt;Museu das Telecomunicações&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OTNHx0BkFYw/TwzCeAb05hI/AAAAAAAAESo/-m1DkWZHH1M/s1600/tele2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OTNHx0BkFYw/TwzCeAb05hI/AAAAAAAAESo/-m1DkWZHH1M/s320/tele2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O museu novo é audio-interativo, ou seja, te dão um controle remoto com fones de ouvido para você apontar para um sensor e escutar o video, ou explicação do que está exposto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcHgtjfZIeI/TwzCfOoA4aI/AAAAAAAAESw/HqarnWcNB5c/s1600/tele3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcHgtjfZIeI/TwzCfOoA4aI/AAAAAAAAESw/HqarnWcNB5c/s320/tele3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;o tal controle remoto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;O Museu das Telecomunicações não é grande, mas tem todos os tipos de telefones expostos (da mesa telefônica a uma coleção de celulares), uma timeline interativa da história da comunicação, muitos videos sobre rádio, tv e comunicação com o espaço e até um holograma interativo. Ficou compacto, mas é tudo bem explicado. Achei bacana. (Pessoas claustrofóbicas não vão gostar muito, tem que passar por duas portas para entrar, tipo as de banco que para uma abrir a outra tem que fechar, e não tem janelas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fmm2LJWRnFI/TwzCk9VUSzI/AAAAAAAAETY/lidHVC7cteY/s1600/tele8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fmm2LJWRnFI/TwzCk9VUSzI/AAAAAAAAETY/lidHVC7cteY/s320/tele8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;quem nunca? (e de ficha)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6D-dhOsqJ4/TwzCgYa9R1I/AAAAAAAAES4/grFH-pXD9z0/s1600/tele4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6D-dhOsqJ4/TwzCgYa9R1I/AAAAAAAAES4/grFH-pXD9z0/s320/tele4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;na falta de latas de leite condensado, o graham bell usou isso aí.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0GyfM3MSaU/TwzChWywYwI/AAAAAAAAETA/ZrNtTwWMQZs/s1600/tele5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0GyfM3MSaU/TwzChWywYwI/AAAAAAAAETA/ZrNtTwWMQZs/s320/tele5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;alexander graham bell, seu gênio!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gEfsQI_4C9o/TwzCivraW_I/AAAAAAAAETI/6kOfHi6Bwos/s1600/tele6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gEfsQI_4C9o/TwzCivraW_I/AAAAAAAAETI/6kOfHi6Bwos/s320/tele6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;o bobophone. design italiano, claro.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que achava o museu antigo mais divertido, mais hands on, tinha um expositivo gigante de como uma ligação se completava, que devia ser maior que todo o museu novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Museu das Telecomunicações é de graça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh-0jLnf224/TwzCjx9muzI/AAAAAAAAETQ/hLeuuJ6LzGg/s1600/tele7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh-0jLnf224/TwzCjx9muzI/AAAAAAAAETQ/hLeuuJ6LzGg/s320/tele7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;como diria o clark kent....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-4335600891787918040?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4335600891787918040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=4335600891787918040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4335600891787918040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4335600891787918040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/museu-das-telecomunicacoes.html' title='Museu das Telecomunicações'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGZ6P44nLao/TwzCdGBxG7I/AAAAAAAAESg/dP7ynOmiFGk/s72-c/tele1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-2690256619622312012</id><published>2012-01-10T20:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:44:21.319-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rio'/><title type='text'>Palácio do Catete e Museu da República</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlgvwYqnI5Y/Twy6Nk5VbgI/AAAAAAAAERY/HGFun6xKaxE/s1600/pala1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlgvwYqnI5Y/Twy6Nk5VbgI/AAAAAAAAERY/HGFun6xKaxE/s320/pala1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esposa do Barão de Nova Friburgo decidiu morar perto do mar e o Barão construíu o Palácio de Nova Friburgo ali na Baía de Guanabara, onde hoje é o bairro do Flamengo/Catete. A construção começou em 1858, mas só ficou pronto em 1866. O casal só morou na casa por pouco tempo e depois que ambos faleceram, seu filho vendeu a casa para um grupo que iria fazer um hotel de luxo. Não deu certo e o banqueiro Francisco Paula Mayrink comprou para depois vendê-lo ao governo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Palácio então, em 1897, se tornou a sede do Governo Federal até 1960 quando foi transferida para Brasília. E hoje o Palácio do Catete é o&lt;a href="http://www.museudarepublica.org.br/principal2.html"&gt; Museu da República&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_fQ_qB_XqEI/Twy6O3X0xzI/AAAAAAAAERg/MaoSiYb5FuQ/s1600/pala2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_fQ_qB_XqEI/Twy6O3X0xzI/AAAAAAAAERg/MaoSiYb5FuQ/s320/pala2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Museu tem 3 andares. No térreo tem a história do palácio, do Barão de Nova Friburgo, os presidentes que ali viveram, e o Salão Ministerial, onde os presidentes se reuniam com seus ministros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjE8FfRLBsw/Twy6Qc-obBI/AAAAAAAAERo/MGi1E5qB8xo/s1600/pala3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjE8FfRLBsw/Twy6Qc-obBI/AAAAAAAAERo/MGi1E5qB8xo/s320/pala3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escada que leva ao segundo andar é suntuosa. Aliás, tudo no palácio é suntuoso, detalhado, ostentação nível 100. E é no segundo andar que tem os salões com detalhes em cada canto da parede, móveis originais da época do Barão, pisos de marchetaria incríveis, louças, cristais, e tudo mais que o dinheiro e os decoradores da época podiam comprar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T56SRJz_v8c/Twy6Sc8k2fI/AAAAAAAAERw/bpiME3W9vJc/s1600/pala4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T56SRJz_v8c/Twy6Sc8k2fI/AAAAAAAAERw/bpiME3W9vJc/s320/pala4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;salão de baile&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1RYIBV2APdU/Twy6Tzov4bI/AAAAAAAAER4/r9Mm-Vce6ws/s1600/pala5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1RYIBV2APdU/Twy6Tzov4bI/AAAAAAAAER4/r9Mm-Vce6ws/s320/pala5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;os pisos são lindos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHPB7DUeaB8/Twy6VlANqsI/AAAAAAAAESA/bmNZfK9purA/s1600/pala6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHPB7DUeaB8/Twy6VlANqsI/AAAAAAAAESA/bmNZfK9purA/s320/pala6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOu4tIxv9eg/Twy6XT6c-cI/AAAAAAAAESI/knc3J8cgkso/s1600/pala7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOu4tIxv9eg/Twy6XT6c-cI/AAAAAAAAESI/knc3J8cgkso/s320/pala7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;parede trabalhada&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No terceiro andar tem uma exposição boa sobre a República, e o famoso quarto do Getúlio Vargas, onde ele suicidou-se, com os móveis todos na posição original do dia em que ele morreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHoXMy5D6Z0/Twy6bC-zPUI/AAAAAAAAESQ/iel5YgkvkTI/s1600/pala8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHoXMy5D6Z0/Twy6bC-zPUI/AAAAAAAAESQ/iel5YgkvkTI/s320/pala8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jardim do Palácio é enorme, bonito, cheio de árvores altas e laguinhos. Um lugar agradável para descansar, e estava cheio de gente passeando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está aberto de terça a sexta de 10 as 17 e sábado, domingo e feriados de 14 as 18. A &lt;a href="http://www.museudarepublica.org.br/institucional2.html"&gt;entrada do Museu&lt;/a&gt; custa R$ 6,00 e mais R$ 5,00 se quiser o audio guide. (Peguei o audio guide dessa vez, foi bem instrutivo na hora de mostrar os detalhes dos salões, e é bom para os estrangeiros porque não tem nada escrito em inglês ou espanhol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jardim é de graça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na última vez que estive no Museu da República ainda nos davam pantufas para ficarmos deslizando no chão de madeira dos salões. Agora isolaram os salões e só vê da porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que me chamou atenção foram as estátuas no jardim. A maioria é de crianças sendo cruéis com animais, uma coisa no mínimo estranha. Devia ter um audio guide explicando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehYPcNDjVIQ/Twy6dQnu8XI/AAAAAAAAESY/yt4H8sbpank/s1600/pala9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehYPcNDjVIQ/Twy6dQnu8XI/AAAAAAAAESY/yt4H8sbpank/s320/pala9.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;gente, coitado do canguru!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-2690256619622312012?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2690256619622312012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=2690256619622312012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/2690256619622312012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/2690256619622312012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/palacio-do-catete-e-museu-da-republica.html' title='Palácio do Catete e Museu da República'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlgvwYqnI5Y/Twy6Nk5VbgI/AAAAAAAAERY/HGFun6xKaxE/s72-c/pala1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-454634472604413896</id><published>2012-01-05T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:22:12.640-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rio'/><title type='text'>Jardim Botânico do Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXV0NFJg1A4/TwTnPg5WayI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/4Kd6uKpAxhA/s1600/JB8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXV0NFJg1A4/TwTnPg5WayI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/4Kd6uKpAxhA/s320/JB8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.jbrj.gov.br/index.html"&gt;Jardim Botânico&lt;/a&gt; foi fundado pelo D. João VI em 1808 com a intenção deaclimatar especiarias vindas das Índias Orientais. De lá para cá as plantas já se aclimatizaram, se misturaram com a flora nacional e a cidade tem um espaço verde incrível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jg7MCuj_vA/TwTnJuPz7AI/AAAAAAAAEP4/5n7p2w-nH9Y/s1600/JB1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jg7MCuj_vA/TwTnJuPz7AI/AAAAAAAAEP4/5n7p2w-nH9Y/s320/JB1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;O JB tem 137 hectares e 55 deles estão abertos a visitação desde 1822. Ali estão, nas aléias, muitas das espécies de plantase flores brasileiras e de outros lugares do mundo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-60vRP8ULbIc/TwTnRyeStRI/AAAAAAAAEQY/L8YYwsldEfc/s1600/JB12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-60vRP8ULbIc/TwTnRyeStRI/AAAAAAAAEQY/L8YYwsldEfc/s320/JB12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4miRwiEi50k/TwTnX_-_fCI/AAAAAAAAEQw/cBgBvz-oqNg/s1600/JB18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4miRwiEi50k/TwTnX_-_fCI/AAAAAAAAEQw/cBgBvz-oqNg/s320/JB18.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;orquídeas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hlo1xPxfpmE/TwTna-rKctI/AAAAAAAAERA/rT32D86ZzfY/s1600/JB20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hlo1xPxfpmE/TwTna-rKctI/AAAAAAAAERA/rT32D86ZzfY/s320/JB20.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;bromélias&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Os corredores de Palmeiras Imperiais são impressionantes, e o JB tem várias outras plantas tão interessantes quanto. Além das plantas, tem edificaçõeshistóricas, chafariz inglês, jardins temáticos, lagos construídos e esculturas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-tezgpBnjM/TwTnNi0psQI/AAAAAAAAEQI/ut_WvKdHxqI/s1600/JB4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-tezgpBnjM/TwTnNi0psQI/AAAAAAAAEQI/ut_WvKdHxqI/s320/JB4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dY1For5rj5Y/TwTnWgHAEVI/AAAAAAAAEQo/rMcKHPV2ztw/s1600/JB15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dY1For5rj5Y/TwTnWgHAEVI/AAAAAAAAEQo/rMcKHPV2ztw/s320/JB15.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;bambus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;O passeio pelo JB é uma delícia, as árvores altas fazem muita sombra,tem banheiros e bebedouros espalhados, e muitos bancos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yO7i4kzhldA/TwTndEyOQVI/AAAAAAAAERI/3E8VBrcw80E/s1600/JB21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yO7i4kzhldA/TwTndEyOQVI/AAAAAAAAERI/3E8VBrcw80E/s320/JB21.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;descansei no banquinho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;O Jardim Botânico é todo plano, fácil de andar, mas é preciso ter cuidado com osanimais silvestres, os mosquitos e com as plantas. Eu estava lá na alameda daspalmeiras imperiais tentando tirar uma foto minha com o timer, corri, a máquinatirou a foto, e quando voltei para ver se tinha dado certo, escutei um barulho que me fez pular.Achei que tinha sido uma batida de carro na rua, mas não. Foi um galho de umadas palmeiras que caiu a 1 metro de mim, onde eu tinha passado segundos antes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oadts9Bk9l8/TwTnL4ISzUI/AAAAAAAAEQA/EYcoFHcuJxQ/s1600/JB2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oadts9Bk9l8/TwTnL4ISzUI/AAAAAAAAEQA/EYcoFHcuJxQ/s320/JB2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;estava andando tranquilamente...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wJUj-UbH1Io/TwTnfHz3nqI/AAAAAAAAERQ/PHXD1XIs91Y/s1600/JB31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wJUj-UbH1Io/TwTnfHz3nqI/AAAAAAAAERQ/PHXD1XIs91Y/s320/JB31.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pá! caiu o galho.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Imagina um galho de, sei lá, 2 metros, despencando 30 metros na sua cabeça.Pois é. O Jardim Botânico pode ser um passeio radical.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2lwrB7VJmk/TwTnZHvvoSI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/hI3Qumdk_cE/s1600/JB19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2lwrB7VJmk/TwTnZHvvoSI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/hI3Qumdk_cE/s320/JB19.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1M_IOq4GCgY/TwTnUTwwdMI/AAAAAAAAEQg/-2U_5zKF2YA/s1600/JB14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1M_IOq4GCgY/TwTnUTwwdMI/AAAAAAAAEQg/-2U_5zKF2YA/s320/JB14.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A entrada custa R$6,00 e está aberto das 8:00 as 17:00. Não esqueça deusar sapatos confortáveis, protetor solar e repelente. E um capacete, just in case. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-454634472604413896?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/454634472604413896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=454634472604413896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/454634472604413896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/454634472604413896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/jardim-botanico-do-rio.html' title='Jardim Botânico do Rio'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXV0NFJg1A4/TwTnPg5WayI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/4Kd6uKpAxhA/s72-c/JB8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-1212004944782826457</id><published>2012-01-04T20:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:44:39.665-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rio'/><title type='text'>Parque Lage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mgbwguXuC4/TwTVYe9HFtI/AAAAAAAAEPs/8kvuP25mwLM/s1600/PL10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mgbwguXuC4/TwTVYe9HFtI/AAAAAAAAEPs/8kvuP25mwLM/s320/PL10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O Parque Lage as vezes é esquecido por ser tão perto do Jardim Botânico,é menor que o vizinho famoso, mas tão agradável e bonito quanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp7cGXkH6qk/TwTVIqr-1AI/AAAAAAAAEO8/82o1v1atUGU/s1600/PL1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp7cGXkH6qk/TwTVIqr-1AI/AAAAAAAAEO8/82o1v1atUGU/s320/PL1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O casarão foi construído em 1849, reformado na década de 1920, e foitombado pelo patrimônio histórico em 1956. Hoje abriga a Escola de Arte Visuaisdo Parque Lage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dentro do parque tem muitas coisas para ver e fazer. O casarão tem umapiscina com vista bonita para o Corcovado, e jardins geométricos na frente.Dentro tem o Café Du Lage,para quem quiser tomar ou comer algo antes das caminhadas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6asEI6jRRQ/TwTVTg2e3zI/AAAAAAAAEPc/K1JFTRh89ec/s1600/PL8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6asEI6jRRQ/TwTVTg2e3zI/AAAAAAAAEPc/K1JFTRh89ec/s320/PL8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem trilha, gruta(artificial, mas bacana), um aquário numa casa que parece a do Shrek, umacachoeira com laguinho, e muitos bancos para sentar e curtir o verde.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajNIwqYghu0/TwTVN2rQrpI/AAAAAAAAEPM/_ffVYxT60Ik/s1600/PL5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajNIwqYghu0/TwTVN2rQrpI/AAAAAAAAEPM/_ffVYxT60Ik/s320/PL5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;aquário/casa do shrek&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dE2TUVChlII/TwTVQr1PApI/AAAAAAAAEPU/md3S644GAuo/s1600/PL6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dE2TUVChlII/TwTVQr1PApI/AAAAAAAAEPU/md3S644GAuo/s320/PL6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;gruta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FawFzBRrl_U/TwTVWbUsnlI/AAAAAAAAEPk/X4LHWxM-3zI/s1600/PL9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FawFzBRrl_U/TwTVWbUsnlI/AAAAAAAAEPk/X4LHWxM-3zI/s320/PL9.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;lago dos patos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De todas as vezes que fui ao Parque Lage essa foi a que vi maisturistas, estrangeiros e nacionais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b72U5NYq_II/TwTVKgtGRnI/AAAAAAAAEPE/-tRixdhBp_Y/s1600/PL3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b72U5NYq_II/TwTVKgtGRnI/AAAAAAAAEPE/-tRixdhBp_Y/s320/PL3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A entrada é grátis. E não esqueça o repelente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-1212004944782826457?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1212004944782826457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=1212004944782826457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1212004944782826457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1212004944782826457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/parque-lage.html' title='Parque Lage'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mgbwguXuC4/TwTVYe9HFtI/AAAAAAAAEPs/8kvuP25mwLM/s72-c/PL10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-5559352084460112209</id><published>2011-12-31T08:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:00:01.681-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><title type='text'>Analisando a música: Moves Like Jagger - Maroon 5 feat. Christina Aguilera</title><content type='html'>O Mick Jagger é um fenômeno. Criou sua banda lá nos anos 60, junto com o Keith Richards, e de lá para cá a sua vida parece ter sido uma grande festa, com todos ups and downs. Acho que não tem nada que o Mick Jagger não tenha feito nem experimentado (ele até estudou economia na faculdade!), pelo jeito, segue a risca seu primeiro hit "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" e não perde uma oportunidade. Ele mesmo achava que o The Rolling Stones não ia durar mais de três anos e está aí há 50 anos. Seus movimentos são icônicos e, incrivelmente, ele continua mexendo o quadril full throttle aos 68 anos. Acreditem, ao vivo ele impressiona com aquela reboladinha meio sem jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, achei mais do que justa essa homenagem do Maroon 5 com a Christina Aguilera. Além de ter uma ótima batida dançante, o refrão gruda na sua cabeça que só vai sair em 2013. Enquanto isso vamos saber o que esses movimentos do Jagger tem de especial, nesse que foi um dos hits do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just shoot for the stars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If it feels right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The aim for my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you feel like&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And take me away, an make it ok&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I swear I'll behave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é, obviamente, uma música sobre sexo que faria a Tia Helo corar até ficar roxa, mas ele começa de leve, falando em atirar para as estrelas e acertar o coração. Fofo. Ainda diz que vai se comportar. Meigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You wanted control&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So we waited&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I put on a show&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I make it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You say I'm a kid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My ego is big&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't give a shit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it goes like this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de bajular vamos ao que interessa. Pelo jeito ela não queria de primeira e decidiram esperar, mas aí ele não aguentou, disse que ou dá ou desce, ela magoou, o chama de criança, que ele tem um ego grande, mas ele não se importa. Pega ela e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take me by the tongue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'll know you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kiss me 'til you're drunk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'll how you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the moves like Jagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got the moves like Jagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got the mooooves like Jagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't need to try to control you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look into my eyes and I'll own you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With them moves like Jagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got the moves like Jagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got the mooooves like Jagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor refrão do ano. &amp;nbsp;O que seria uma música em homenagem ao Mick Jagger sem uma língua no meio? Ele diz logo: "Me pega pela língua que eu te conheço, me beija até ficar bêbada (ou beba para me beijar, como preferir), que eu vou te mostrar todos os movimentos do Jagger, eu sei rebolar como Jagger; olha, eu faço tão bem quanto ele." Moooooooves like Jagger. Suei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe it's hard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you feel like you're broken and scarred&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing feels right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But when you're with me I'll make you believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That I've got the key&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí ele volta para o modo delicado, sabe que pode ser difícil, que ela deve ter algum trauma, mas que com ele, ela pode acretidar. Ele tem a chave. Chave de que?? É um mistério a ser resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get in the car&lt;br /&gt;We can ride it&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you want&lt;br /&gt;Get inside it&lt;br /&gt;And you want to steer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm shifting gears&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it from here&lt;br /&gt;And it goes like like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, homens e suas metáforas com sexo e carros. Por isso a chave. É um tal de "Entra no carro, vamos para qualquer lugar, você quer dirigir, mas eu controlo as marchas (aiii, Adam Levine, seu lindo!), pode deixar que eu controlo tudo daqui, vem cá!". Pega ela e....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take me by the tongue....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAX_wpcAZ0E/Tvm-BsspDuI/AAAAAAAAEOw/9XHBv3Map_M/s1600/rolling.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAX_wpcAZ0E/Tvm-BsspDuI/AAAAAAAAEOw/9XHBv3Map_M/s200/rolling.png" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olha a língua aí outra vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You want to know how to make me smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take control, own me just for the night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if I share my secret&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're gonna have to keep it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody else can see this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então a Christina Aguilera entra na parada, já alegre, sorrindo de orelha a orelha mandando ele dar um chega mais. Acontece que ela tem um segredo que só ele vai saber e nem pode contar para os amigos. Mais um mistério na música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So watch and learn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I won't show you twice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Head to toe, ooh baby, rub me right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But if I share my secret&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're gonna have to keep it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody else can see this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it goes like this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam Levine, vê se aprende que só vou mostrar uma vez. Dos pés a cabeça, me esfrega direito (gente!)." E aí ela fala do segredo outra vez, que deve ser que ela também sabe se mexer como o Jagger. E vamos lá que eu&amp;nbsp;também quero move like Jagger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take me by the tongue....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos se mexendo como o Mick Jagger em 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="279" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iEPTlhBmwRg" width="490"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Ano Novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-5559352084460112209?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5559352084460112209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=5559352084460112209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5559352084460112209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5559352084460112209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/analisando-musica-moves-like-jagger.html' title='Analisando a música: Moves Like Jagger - Maroon 5 feat. 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Comprei um &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-kindle.html"&gt;kindle&lt;/a&gt;, li muito mais em inglês e, infelizmente, não foi esse ano que terminei de ler Ulisses do James Joyce, quem sabe ano que vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então aqui estão os livros de 2011 anotados no meu caderninho, que chegou ao fim (tem os livros desde 2004), mas já tenho um novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(os que tem link são posts que escrevi aqui no blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;A Libélula dos Seus Oito Anos&lt;/b&gt; de Martin Page - é sobre uma menina, Fio, filha de criminosos que quando vão presos ela passa a morar com a avó num trailer e tem uma imaginação fértil. Já adulta ela quer estudar direito e para conseguir dinheiro para a faculdade aplica um golpe: ela manda um bilhete escrito "eu sei o que você fez" para pessoas ricas que ela escolhe no catálago e pede uma quantia não muito alta. Um dia seu golpe é descoberto por um homem que descobre que Fio pinta belos quadros e a faz famosa. O Martin Page sempre tem histórias divertidas e diferentes, nesse livro, as vezes, ele viaja um pouco, mas o resultado final é bom, eu gostei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Por Acaso &lt;/b&gt;de Ali Smith - É sobre uma família que tem sua casa invadida por uma jovem&amp;nbsp;(ela diz que o carro quebrou, pede para entrar e fica)&amp;nbsp;que reage de formas diferentes aos membros dessa família, provocando situações as vezes extremas. Esse livro tem uma narrativa muito interessante, cada capítulo é o ponto de vista de um membro da família e escrito de uma forma diferente (o da mãe são entrevistas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Dead and Gone &lt;/b&gt;de Charlaine Harris - Foi o primeiro livro que li no kindle para iPod para ver se eu me ia me adaptar a forma eletrônica. Tanto gostei que comprei o&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-kindle.html"&gt; kindle&lt;/a&gt; (ler no iPod é cansativo por causa do tamanho pequeno e da luz da tela). Anyway, esse livro é mais uma das aventuras da Sookie Stackhouse e os seres mágicos (de vampiros a fadas) de Bon Temps. Nesse livro acontece uma guerra das fadas. Isso mesmo. Guerra. De. Fadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-report-pillars-of-earth-ken-follet.html"&gt;The Pillars Of The Earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de Ken Follet - Sobre a construção de uma catedral na Inglaterra durante o século XII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;The Imperfectionists&lt;/b&gt; de Tom Rachman - Foi um desses livros que &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/momento-toc-top-10-comprei-pelo-titulo.html"&gt;comprei pelo título&lt;/a&gt; e gostei muito. É sobre um jornal internacional, em inglês, com sede em Roma. Cada capítulo é sobre um dos funcionários, do editor aos jornalistas (inclusive os que trabalhavam fora do país), do dono e até de um leitor. Poucos livros desenvolvem personagens tão bem em poucas páginas. As histórias estão todas interligadas, e tem um pouco de tudo: tristeza, comédia, crueldade e até finais bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;I Saw You&lt;/b&gt; de Julia Wertz - A autora gosta de ler uma parte do Craigslist&amp;nbsp;(aquele site de classificados) onde as pessoas deixam anúncios para outras pessoas que só viram uma vez e querem encontrar outra vez. Essa seção se chama Missed Connections. Ali tem homem procurando mulher (M4W), mulher procurando homem (W4M), homem procurando homem (M4M) e mulher procurando mulher (W4W). Ela pediu aos amigos ilustradores que escolhessem suas histórias (anúncios) favoritos e fizessem um desenho. Geralmente são histórias fofas de pessoas que não falaram com alguém no coffee shop, ou na fila do cinema, mas tem também as mais bizarras e meio esquisitas. Achei divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/book-report-one-day-david-nicholls.html"&gt;One Day &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;de David Nicholls - Dex e Em. Adorei &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/book-report-one-day-david-nicholls.html"&gt;esse livro&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Perfect From Now&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;On&lt;/b&gt; de John Sellers - o autor é um jornalista de música e resolveu escrever sobre sua paixão pelas bandas indie. O começo é legal quando ele fala que odeia o Bob Dylan só porque seu pai adorava e escutava demais. Lá pelos anos 80 ele era fã do Duran Duran (que me arrancou algumas risadas) e New Order. Da metade para o fim ele vai listando algumas bandas até chegar na sua favorita: Guided By Voices. Ele foi convidado a passar um tempo com o pessoal da banda como fã, mas esqueceu de mencionar aos músicos que já tinha vendido uma história de livro sobre a banda. Na metade do livro eu já estava achando esse cara um hipster mas no fim eu já tinha certeza que ele era um babaca, ainda mais no anexo onde ele tenta explicar matematicamente como se forma uma banda indie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/book-report-tenant-at-wildfell-hall.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Tenant At Wildfell Hall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de Anne Brontë - mais um das irmãs Brontë.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Skippy Dies&lt;/b&gt; de Paul Murray - outro livro que&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/momento-toc-top-10-comprei-pelo-titulo.html"&gt; comprei pelo título&lt;/a&gt;. Quando a Amazon me sugeriu esse livro achei o título curioso e baixei no kindle. O Skippy é um garoto que estuda em um colégio interno na Irlanda. Ele morre logo no início do livro, depois de apostar uma corrida com seu amigo até a loja de doughnuts. A partir daí a gente fica sabendo de todos os fatos que levaram Skippy até esse momento e também da vidas dos outros alunos, professores e padres da escola. Demorei muito para terminar esse livro, mas gostei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-report-orgulho-e-preconceito-e.html"&gt;Orgulho e Preconceito e Zumbis&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;de Jane Austen e Seth Grahame-Smith - que o Sr. Smith não acabe com mais nenhum clássico da literatura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Dead in The Family&lt;/b&gt; de Charlaine Harris - outra aventura da Sookie Stackhouse e o pessoal de Bon Temps. Todos se recuperando da guerra das fadas no livro passado, o maker do Eric aparece com um dos príncipes da família Romanov, que além de vampiro é serial killer, e a Sookie tem uma fada nada bacana dando uma de stalker nas terras dela. (acho que depois desse livro vou abandonar essa série que não acaba nunca).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Tiny Wife&lt;/b&gt; de Andrew Kaufman - esse livro é um conto sobre um ladrão que entra num banco e não rouba dinheiro. Ele rouba o que as pessoas tem de maior valor sentimental com elas no momento. Ao sair ele informa que está levando 51% da alma delas e que elas tem que fazer de tudo para recuperar o que foi perdido. Coisas estranhas começam acontecer com as pessoas que estavam no banco e uma delas era a mulher do narrador que começa a encolher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não serei tão otimista para o objetivo de 2012 como fui ano passado, então 20 livros para o ano que vem está bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros Momentos TOC Livros (&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2008/01/momento-toc-livros.html"&gt;1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2009/01/momento-toc-livros-2.html"&gt;(2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2009/12/momento-toc-livros-3.html"&gt;(3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2010/12/momento-toc-livros-4.html"&gt; &lt;b&gt;(4)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-8428337525396020605?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8428337525396020605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=8428337525396020605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8428337525396020605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8428337525396020605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/momento-toc-livros-5.html' title='Momento TOC Livros (5)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-1313761838755556224</id><published>2011-12-29T08:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:30:02.647-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras tias'/><title type='text'>Outras Tias (14)</title><content type='html'>A primeira &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/search/label/outras%20tias"&gt;Outra Tia&lt;/a&gt; foi a Tia Maura, contei a &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2005/12/outras-tias.html"&gt;saga dela para comprar um apartamento&lt;/a&gt;. Achei que ela nunca ia conseguir, mas o meu primo me contou que ela comprou um apartamento que atendeu algumas das milhares de exigências dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como nada na vida da Tia Maura é fácil, quando ela viu que o gás era dividido igualmente pelos apartamentos, decidiu cortar o gás do seu apartamento e faz um contrabando de um botijão pequeno para dentro de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse apartamento novo da Tia Maura já foi arrombado 3 vezes, enquanto ela viajava, mas nada foi roubado. É que a Tia Maura ainda tem televisão de tubo, e nada lá dentro foi feito ou comprado depois da década de 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou vendo a hora dela procurar outro apartamento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-1313761838755556224?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1313761838755556224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=1313761838755556224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1313761838755556224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1313761838755556224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/outras-tias-14.html' title='Outras Tias (14)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-5244626362102472951</id><published>2011-12-27T10:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:36:54.309-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minas gerais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Inhotim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-1ZycVfAOs/TvktyqDZZSI/AAAAAAAAEOk/lWsEXPWUDRY/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-1ZycVfAOs/TvktyqDZZSI/AAAAAAAAEOk/lWsEXPWUDRY/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inhotim.org.br/"&gt;Inhotim&lt;/a&gt; é um Instituto de Arte Contemporânea e Jardim Botânico. Fica a 60km de Belo Horizonte no município de Brumadinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1D9NuCKsek/TvkWY53G2yI/AAAAAAAAEMY/f4pI3rI1ugA/s1600/inhotim3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1D9NuCKsek/TvkWY53G2yI/AAAAAAAAEMY/f4pI3rI1ugA/s320/inhotim3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MskZc9BTkXE/TvkWgKoeDkI/AAAAAAAAEM4/SQUMFa_udpc/s1600/inhotim7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MskZc9BTkXE/TvkWgKoeDkI/AAAAAAAAEM4/SQUMFa_udpc/s320/inhotim7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CCwG8270WqU/TvkWroj7w7I/AAAAAAAAENo/tlgeaT9taUk/s1600/inhotim13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CCwG8270WqU/TvkWroj7w7I/AAAAAAAAENo/tlgeaT9taUk/s320/inhotim13.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chegar até lá de carro não é tão fácil quanto parece no &lt;a href="http://www.inhotim.org.br/index.php/p/v/209-255"&gt;mapa do site&lt;/a&gt;, as placas só vão aparecer quando se está a 15km de Inhotim. Saindo de BH são 2 opções, na verdade 3, mas as duas principais são: uma pela estrada da mineração (BR040 que vai para para o Rio de Janeiro), nessa tem uma placa indicando onde entrar. A outra é saindo pela Avenida Amazonas na estrada que vai para Contagem e Betim (BR381), nessa tem que acreditar que uma placa vai aparecer depois de Betim para entrar em direção a Brumadinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terceira foi a que fizemos por um erro do GPS e fomos por dentro de todas as cidades entre Contagem e Brumadinho. Um caminho interessante, mas longo e demorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O importante é chegar. Pela estrada é difícil acreditar que vamos chegar num lugar tão organizado, parece outra dimensão. Já fiquei impressionada quando mandei um e-mail perguntando se estaria aberto na sexta antes do Natal e me responderam em menos de dois minutos. Nem minha mãe me responde tao rápido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RdfT1z4qf0o/TvkWj_W2gpI/AAAAAAAAENI/qu4HNlve-Wc/s1600/inhotim9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RdfT1z4qf0o/TvkWj_W2gpI/AAAAAAAAENI/qu4HNlve-Wc/s320/inhotim9.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;caleidoscópio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Inhotim está aberto de terça a sexta das 9:30 as 16:30 e sábado, domingo e feriados das 9:30 as 17:00. Para aproveitar tudo é melhor chegar cedo mesmo. São muitas galerias, jardins, plantas e obras ao ar livre para ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3ibkyK5DLs/TvkWVqs3cNI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/COB4sZxcnYU/s1600/inhotim2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3ibkyK5DLs/TvkWVqs3cNI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/COB4sZxcnYU/s320/inhotim2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ex2s2se8as/TvkWbPMaX9I/AAAAAAAAEMg/scgBGSlWLTw/s1600/inhotim4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ex2s2se8as/TvkWbPMaX9I/AAAAAAAAEMg/scgBGSlWLTw/s320/inhotim4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode comprar o ingresso pela internet, mas comprei na hora, não estava cheio. Paguei a entrada (R$20) junto com o carrinho (+ R$10). Esse carrinho leva para as galerias que estão mais distantes. Dá para fazer tudo a pé, mas algumas partes são caminhadas morro acima de meio quilometro e nessas horas o carrinho é muito amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu702Ec4nrc/TvkWvsbkpII/AAAAAAAAEN4/DCzACR7IlGA/s1600/inhotim15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu702Ec4nrc/TvkWvsbkpII/AAAAAAAAEN4/DCzACR7IlGA/s320/inhotim15.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;alguns caminhos são assim&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPBwn1ecubs/TvkWmRUpUsI/AAAAAAAAENQ/9zNHECLGbRk/s1600/inhotim10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPBwn1ecubs/TvkWmRUpUsI/AAAAAAAAENQ/9zNHECLGbRk/s320/inhotim10.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;outros no meio do mato&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todo Inhotim tem banheiros e bebedouros. Lá dentro tem 2 restaurantes, lanchonete, pizzaria, bar e café. Nós almoçamos no Tamboril e a comida era excelente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São oferecidas visitas mediadas gratuitas. Todos os funcionários são educados, simpáticos e treinados para fornecer informações sobre o Instituto e as obras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas galerias ficam próximas umas das outras e algumas ficam mais longe. Eu fiz o lado esquerdo e depois o lado direito, mas muitas pessoas fazem as galerias que ficam perto e depois vão para as que estão mais longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsP3INZEAGw/TvkWKM7LTZI/AAAAAAAAEMI/Vslm23jO3KY/s1600/inhotim1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsP3INZEAGw/TvkWKM7LTZI/AAAAAAAAEMI/Vslm23jO3KY/s320/inhotim1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;galeria cosmococa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu a-do-rei os jardins. O traçado de Inhotim é fantástico, o terreno é muito bem aproveitado e tem cada planta maravilhosa. Uma obra de arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlT30KRmCsk/TvkWq6I1-9I/AAAAAAAAENg/WahOsqLYPwk/s1600/inhotim12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlT30KRmCsk/TvkWq6I1-9I/AAAAAAAAENg/WahOsqLYPwk/s320/inhotim12.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hUtGEZs3cc/TvkWhwOa-TI/AAAAAAAAENA/bhRwbVkotIg/s1600/inhotim8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hUtGEZs3cc/TvkWhwOa-TI/AAAAAAAAENA/bhRwbVkotIg/s320/inhotim8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTL8xN1Jdrw/TvkWsz8RG9I/AAAAAAAAENw/r3w1UvyO79I/s1600/inhotim14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTL8xN1Jdrw/TvkWsz8RG9I/AAAAAAAAENw/r3w1UvyO79I/s320/inhotim14.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As galerias são de obras variadas, com materiais inusitados, inclusive os prédios. As que mais gostei foram: a Cosmococa que tem várias salas interativas (inclusive uma piscina), a Adriana Varejão e a Miguel Rio Branco (com fotos fantásticas), mas são todas boas. Dentro das galerias não é permitido fotografar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QiOgod3Q4Z8/TvkWdgxu2qI/AAAAAAAAEMw/tM3d_QpMH-s/s1600/inhotim6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QiOgod3Q4Z8/TvkWdgxu2qI/AAAAAAAAEMw/tM3d_QpMH-s/s320/inhotim6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;galeria adriana varejão&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;As obras que ficam ao ar livre, para minha surpresa, combinam com a natureza do jardim e com os prédios, seja na forma, nas cores, ou simplesmente na ousadia de colocar objetos tão inesperados naquele lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zr2JWQTGfOw/TvkWcdPX_BI/AAAAAAAAEMo/tC-4QoHKJpc/s1600/inhotim5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zr2JWQTGfOw/TvkWcdPX_BI/AAAAAAAAEMo/tC-4QoHKJpc/s320/inhotim5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;os rostos nessa obra foram feitos de moldes dos habitantes de brumadinho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFf9OUyhgD0/TvkWod4kGWI/AAAAAAAAENY/werlLvBtfGw/s1600/inhotim11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFf9OUyhgD0/TvkWod4kGWI/AAAAAAAAENY/werlLvBtfGw/s320/inhotim11.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cikgQ_36bzU/Tvkc4DCj6oI/AAAAAAAAEOY/QBzTUAGtxzU/s1600/inhotim17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cikgQ_36bzU/Tvkc4DCj6oI/AAAAAAAAEOY/QBzTUAGtxzU/s320/inhotim17.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei muita sorte com o tempo, depois de 15 dias chovendo direto na região, fez sol. É tudo tão organizado que na porta das galerias tem guarda-chuvas para andar entre os prédios, just in case.&amp;nbsp;Um dia é suficiente para ver tudo, chegando cedo, claro, e não esqueça o protetor solar e sapatos confortáveis.&amp;nbsp;O importante é fazer no seu ritmo, sem esquecer de parar, sentar nos bancos de madeira e apreciar a vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt8aWjZ0w8g/TvkWyGxDV_I/AAAAAAAAEOA/3qd8uXQ0kI4/s1600/inhotim16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt8aWjZ0w8g/TvkWyGxDV_I/AAAAAAAAEOA/3qd8uXQ0kI4/s320/inhotim16.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um lugar para voltar, estão construindo novas galerias e sempre colocam outras obras externas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157628582495871/"&gt;Flickr tem mais fotos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-5244626362102472951?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5244626362102472951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=5244626362102472951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5244626362102472951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5244626362102472951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/inhotim.html' title='Inhotim'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-1ZycVfAOs/TvktyqDZZSI/AAAAAAAAEOk/lWsEXPWUDRY/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-4409285688441704127</id><published>2011-12-26T21:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:43:41.996-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minas gerais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Santos Dumont, Minas Gerais</title><content type='html'>Esse ano fui passar o Natal com a família de Minas em Belo Horizonte, e para chegar lá fiz um road trip Rio-BH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio do caminho, entre Juiz de Fora e Barbacena, tem a cidade de Santos Dumont. Antes ela se chamava Palmira e foi lá, numa fazenda, que o Alberto Santos Dumont nasceu. O pai do Santos Dumont, Henrique Dumont, era engenheiro e trabalhava na construção da estrada de ferro. Cabangu, onde fica a fazenda, era o canteiro de obras onde o pai do Santos Dumont levou a família para morar, por pouco tempo, mas suficiente para o Alberto nascer lá, em 1873. A família se mudou em 1875. Em 1914 o Santos Dumont voltou a casa que nasceu e queria comprá-la, mas como pertencia a Ferrovia Nacional, o estado fez uma doação através de uma lei e o Santos Dumont se tornou fazendeiro. Quando ele morreu, em 1932, devolveu a casa a cidade que a transformou num museu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em homenagem a Santos Dumont a cidade também mudou de nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3YiK6Xmn-E/TvkEo-B_hEI/AAAAAAAAEL8/MoqjN0HmiWA/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3YiK6Xmn-E/TvkEo-B_hEI/AAAAAAAAEL8/MoqjN0HmiWA/s320/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;torre eiffel no centro de santos dumont&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://museusantosdumont.org.br/"&gt;Museu Casa Natal de Santos Dumont&lt;/a&gt; fica a 16km do centro da cidade, em Cabangu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNmp_FqPcuI/TvkDuKLDVtI/AAAAAAAAELg/PfnrDiGDuKc/s1600/sd1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNmp_FqPcuI/TvkDuKLDVtI/AAAAAAAAELg/PfnrDiGDuKc/s320/sd1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a casa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá tem a casa, que é pequena, com alguns móveis da época, pertences do Santos Dumont, exposição de itens da época, muitos posters e quadros com fotos e as cartas que ele escrevia para o administrador da fazenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No terreno tem um lago pequeno, muitas árvores, uma réplica do 14 Bis e 3 galpões com exposições sobre a vida e trabalho do Santos Dumont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UylQ4-G1Rj0/TvkDvzl5BAI/AAAAAAAAELk/i6QI7zaU6Lo/s1600/sd2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UylQ4-G1Rj0/TvkDvzl5BAI/AAAAAAAAELk/i6QI7zaU6Lo/s320/sd2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;14 bis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;O museu fica aberto de 8:00 as 17:00. Na parte da tarde tem visitas guiadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCuMx_C9smg/TvkDx-UnyYI/AAAAAAAAELw/Obr1NG_7xcQ/s1600/sd3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCuMx_C9smg/TvkDx-UnyYI/AAAAAAAAELw/Obr1NG_7xcQ/s320/sd3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;estação de trem&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157628580927765/"&gt; Flickr &lt;/a&gt;tem mais algumas fotos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-4409285688441704127?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4409285688441704127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=4409285688441704127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4409285688441704127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4409285688441704127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/santos-dumont-minas-gerais.html' title='Santos Dumont, Minas Gerais'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3YiK6Xmn-E/TvkEo-B_hEI/AAAAAAAAEL8/MoqjN0HmiWA/s72-c/photo+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-3741365555649121379</id><published>2011-12-24T08:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:00:08.430-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros'/><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!</title><content type='html'>Chega de pinheiro, neve, polo norte, papai noel com roupas quentes, e vamos ao bom natal nordestino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="238" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sGDO99gmb1Q" width="410"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-3741365555649121379?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3741365555649121379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=3741365555649121379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3741365555649121379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3741365555649121379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sGDO99gmb1Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-4955966049934892551</id><published>2011-12-21T10:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T19:02:31.736-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rio'/><title type='text'>Momento transporte público: Bike in Rio</title><content type='html'>Eu sou a favor de qualquer tentativa de diminuir o número de carros nas ruas e de melhorar o transporte público. Acho ótima a idéia das bicicletas de aluguel que já funcionam em várias cidades na Europa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99S_-HI7AaA/TvJshwEZLRI/AAAAAAAAELE/HVASChL8vK0/s1600/bike1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99S_-HI7AaA/TvJshwEZLRI/AAAAAAAAELE/HVASChL8vK0/s320/bike1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira vez que a prefeitura colocou as bicicletas de aluguel não deu certo. Os cariocas achavam que era coisa de turista e não aderiram, os turistas não entendiam como funcionava o esquema, as bicicletas eram roubadas, e quase nunca estavam disponíveis (sempre quebradas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente a segunda tentativa funcionou. Com o trânsito caótico da cidade e o transporte público deixando a desejar, as laranjinhas se tornaram uma boa opção de locomoção. O carioca finalmente entendeu que as bicicletas são para as pessoas da cidade usar e também os turistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0edW1EgoUQ/TvJsjJF5-tI/AAAAAAAAELM/916CdU_sMAg/s1600/bike2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0edW1EgoUQ/TvJsjJF5-tI/AAAAAAAAELM/916CdU_sMAg/s320/bike2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;muita gente usando&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho uma bicicleta aqui no Rio e uso bastante. A zona sul da cidade é bem servida de ciclovias, mas tem que ter cuidado nas ruas já que os motoristas não são amigos das bicicletas. A vantagem da bicicleta de aluguel é que você pega em uma estação e pode deixar em outra. No caso da bicicleta própria eu sempre fico preocupada se tranquei direito, se vão roubar (mesmo sendo velha), onde deixar (normalmente é em algum poste), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me cadastrei no &lt;a href="https://ww2.mobilicidade.com.br/sambarjpt/home.asp"&gt;Bike Rio&lt;/a&gt; para ver como funcionavam as bicicletas de aluguel. É fácil. Depois de preencher os dados cadastrais é só &lt;a href="https://ww2.mobilicidade.com.br/sambarjpt/comoutilizar.asp"&gt;escolher o passe (mensal ou diário)&lt;/a&gt; e fazer o pagamento. O Passe Mensal é R$10 e o Diário R$5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com esses 10 reais você pode utilizar a bicicleta quantas vezes quiser no mês, por uma hora cada vez, e com 15 minutos entre as vezes. Se passar de uma hora cobram R$ 5 por hora excedente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prática. Ao chegar numa estação (tem um mapa no site) você liga para o número deles, digita o número da estação, o número da bicicleta, espera a luz verde acender e sai pedalando.&amp;nbsp;Para facilitar, quem tem um smartphone pode baixar a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.movesamba.com.br/appbikerio/"&gt;app&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;que o processo é bem mais rápido (inclusive para comprar o passe) e tem um mapa com as estações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lCPGC0uJKF0/TvJslYRxhFI/AAAAAAAAELU/cyD8ukbd9Ls/s1600/bike3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lCPGC0uJKF0/TvJslYRxhFI/AAAAAAAAELU/cyD8ukbd9Ls/s320/bike3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para devolver é só encaixar a bicicleta na estação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que as vezes, na hora de devolver, as estações estão cheias, aí ou procura a mais próxima, ou liga para um número de atendimento que eles dizem o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dado tão certo que o mais comum é ver estações vazias e muita gente pedalando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-4955966049934892551?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4955966049934892551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=4955966049934892551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4955966049934892551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4955966049934892551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/momento-transporte-publico-bike-in-rio.html' title='Momento transporte público: Bike in Rio'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99S_-HI7AaA/TvJshwEZLRI/AAAAAAAAELE/HVASChL8vK0/s72-c/bike1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-6913803143381759954</id><published>2011-12-17T13:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T13:40:16.277-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rio'/><title type='text'>Vacas in Rio</title><content type='html'>Em 2007 teve a primeira &lt;a href="http://www.cowparade.com.br/rio/"&gt;CowParade &lt;/a&gt;no Rio, até escrevi um &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2007/11/parada-cowrioca.html"&gt;post com algumas fotos&lt;/a&gt; da mimosas. Em 2011 elas estão de volta nas ruas, avenidas, praças e esquinas da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As desse ano são muito coloridas, e tem várias divertidas. Aqui estão algumas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lksbf8PQaU/Tuyx3DX-HYI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/2qk5fuNx2AM/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lksbf8PQaU/Tuyx3DX-HYI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/2qk5fuNx2AM/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;favelinha cowrioca&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FkB8W-mB5c0/TuyyYFsvAlI/AAAAAAAAEKY/jdhqI_SKDzg/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FkB8W-mB5c0/TuyyYFsvAlI/AAAAAAAAEKY/jdhqI_SKDzg/s320/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;colorida&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x6PWve2tmcg/TuyyZGfme2I/AAAAAAAAEKg/a-EfIh5a6OY/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x6PWve2tmcg/TuyyZGfme2I/AAAAAAAAEKg/a-EfIh5a6OY/s320/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cowmate e limão!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lw3nWJK2i6w/TuyyaeSCkbI/AAAAAAAAEKo/JjU7_ovEueA/s1600/photo+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lw3nWJK2i6w/TuyyaeSCkbI/AAAAAAAAEKo/JjU7_ovEueA/s320/photo+%25285%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cowrioca da gema&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PYlnn8SOWE/TuyybFc7idI/AAAAAAAAEKw/To8AOnno6tM/s1600/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PYlnn8SOWE/TuyybFc7idI/AAAAAAAAEKw/To8AOnno6tM/s320/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a minha preferida: clockwork cowrange&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5fzD5EmmDQ/TuyycDSBzPI/AAAAAAAAEK0/jjCLRdlp87I/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5fzD5EmmDQ/TuyycDSBzPI/AAAAAAAAEK0/jjCLRdlp87I/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;claro que o drummond não ia ficar sozinho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;No Flickr tem mais fotos: as &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157628455388791/"&gt;de 2011&lt;/a&gt; e as &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157628455346429/"&gt;de 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-6913803143381759954?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6913803143381759954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=6913803143381759954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6913803143381759954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6913803143381759954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/vacas-in-rio.html' title='Vacas in Rio'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lksbf8PQaU/Tuyx3DX-HYI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/2qk5fuNx2AM/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-812578839325768950</id><published>2011-12-12T10:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:30:07.740-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><title type='text'>Analisando a música: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (The Smiths)</title><content type='html'>Essa música do The Smiths é uma das minhas favoritas e é daquelas que eu gostaria que tivesse sido escrita para mim. Certamente está no meu&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-songs.html"&gt; top 5 de músicas românticas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive um &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2010/05/conversas-ipodianas-17.html"&gt;momento coincidência-bacana&lt;/a&gt; com essa música e ela está num dos cds/mixtape mais legais que já ganhei. Uma das &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IltBcAmE9E"&gt;cenas mais fofas&amp;nbsp;de 500 Days Of Summer &lt;/a&gt;também é com essa música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is A Light That Never Goes Out está no melhor disco do The Smiths,&amp;nbsp;The Queen is Dead de 1986,&amp;nbsp;junto com outros clássicos da banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A batida da música é melancólica, mas é animada o suficiente para ser dançante, e a voz do Morrissey é triste sem ser. O refrão é um dos melhores ever, um pouco mórbido, mas extremamente romântico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Where there's music and there's people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Who are young and alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Driving in your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I never never want to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Because I haven't got one anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então o cara quer sair de casa, quer ver gente e escutar música, quer ver jovens animados, ele já está deprimido de ficar em casa. Aí no carro da amiga/amigo/namorada/namorado, com o Morrissey nunca se sabe, ele se sente confortável, não quer voltar para casa, ali a vida é boa. Ele diz que não tem mais casa. Pode ser porque estar no carro com aquela pessoa é bom demais e ele esquece que tem casa, OU, porque o colocaram para fora. Vamos descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Because I want to see people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;And I want to see life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Driving in your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Oh please don't drop me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Because it's not my home, it's their home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;And I'm welcome no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me leva para sair, eu quero fazer people watching, quero ver a vida passeando no seu carro. Mas não me deixa em casa porque não é o meu lar, é deles e não sou bem vindo." Mistério da estrofe anterior resolvido. "Eles" não o querem em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;And if a double-decker bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Crashes into us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;To die by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Is such a heavenly way to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;And if a ten ton truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Kills the both of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;To die by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vamos ao excelente refrão. "Se dermos de cara com um ônibus de dois andares, morrer ao seu lado é uma maneira celestial de morrer (em inglês fica bem melhor). E se um caminhão de 10 toneladas (dez toneladas!!) nos matar, morrer ao seu lado é um prazer e um privilégio."&amp;nbsp;Em quantos momentos da vida você pode dizer que ali morreria feliz?&amp;nbsp;É uma coisa muito bonita (mórbida, é verdade, mas bonita) dizer que aquele momento é tão perfeito, que a vida está tão boa, que ele poderia morrer, com a pessoa junto obviamente, mesmo que fosse esmigalhado por um ônibus de dois andares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que vou a Londres e vejo um desses, me lembro dessa música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_7pHDBc5oo/TuT_mi3L5EI/AAAAAAAAEKE/BR2tABPdH3I/s1600/ddbus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_7pHDBc5oo/TuT_mi3L5EI/AAAAAAAAEKE/BR2tABPdH3I/s200/ddbus.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Take me anywhere, I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I don't care, I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;And in the darkened underpass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;But then a strange fear gripped me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;And I just couldn't ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Oh take me anywhere, I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I don't care, I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Driving in your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I never never want to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Because I haven't got one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;No, I haven't got one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me leva para sair, qualquer lugar, não importa, eu quero estar com você." Aí eles vão por uma passagem subterrânea escurecida e ele pensa: "Opa! É agora a minha chance.". Chance de que nunca saberemos porque ele ficou com medinho de perguntar ou pedir algo. Pode ser uma infinidade de coisas: um beijo, uma mão boba, dinheiro emprestado, drogas, um lugar para ficar, insira sua opção aqui. E quando está no carro dessa amiga/amigo/namorada/namorado ele nunca quer ir para casa, que ele não tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;And if a double-decker bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Crashes in to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;To die by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Is such a heavenly way to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;And if a ten ton truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Kills the both of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;To die by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;There is a light that never goes out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;There is a light that never goes out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez, o refrão fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termina com a luz que nunca se apaga, que pode ser a esperança que nunca morre, ou as luzes do ônibus de dois andares vindo em direção a eles. De qualquer forma estarão juntos. O amor é lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta aí Morrissey, que eu não canso de escutar essa música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="294" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/INgXzChwipY" width="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-812578839325768950?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/812578839325768950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=812578839325768950&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/812578839325768950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/812578839325768950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/analisando-musica-there-is-light-that.html' title='Analisando a música: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (The Smiths)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_7pHDBc5oo/TuT_mi3L5EI/AAAAAAAAEKE/BR2tABPdH3I/s72-c/ddbus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-2128375555820226005</id><published>2011-12-11T11:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:45:35.276-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esportes'/><title type='text'>Corrida de Domingo</title><content type='html'>Esse ano não participei de muitas corridas de rua, e nenhuma com mais de 5km. Eu tinha a intenção de correr a Volta da Pampulha, que foi domingo passado, mas com a viagem em &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html"&gt;setembro&lt;/a&gt; e&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html"&gt; outubro&lt;/a&gt; não tive tempo de treinar para correr os 18km. &amp;nbsp;(Vamos combinar que em viagens é difícil manter qualquer ritmo de treino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei o mês de novembro voltando a corrida e no início de dezembro já estava correndo 7km tranquilamente, então me inscrevi na corrida de rua da Unifor, 10km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estratégia era correr e andar nos pontos de água para hidratar (geralmente pego a água e bebo correndo mesmo), e funcionou. &lt;a href="http://runkeeper.com/user/kmarselle/activity/62594812"&gt;Terminei o percurso&lt;/a&gt; em 1 hora e 13 minutos com um pace de 7min14seg por quilometro. É um pace lento, mas, para quem não estava treinando forte, foi ótimo. É um corrida com muitas subidas e o calor faz diferença, aliás, sugiro a organização começar meia hora mais cedo ano que vem. Podiam até aumentar a parte dentro da universidade que é bem arborizada. Esse ano nem teve &amp;nbsp;a melhor parte que é correr os últimos 350m na pista de atletismo com aquele piso fofinho (a pista estava em reforma), mas, em compensação,&amp;nbsp;o percurso teve 10km certinhos, já que ano passado, por um erro de medição, &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2010/12/corrida-de-domingo.html"&gt;corremos 11km&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgSzYh7fXs0/TuS4atlIulI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/Tktr_ZTrQ2o/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgSzYh7fXs0/TuS4atlIulI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/Tktr_ZTrQ2o/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;com medalha!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-2128375555820226005?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2128375555820226005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=2128375555820226005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/2128375555820226005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/2128375555820226005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/corrida-de-domingo.html' title='Corrida de Domingo'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgSzYh7fXs0/TuS4atlIulI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/Tktr_ZTrQ2o/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-1909345248627833985</id><published>2011-12-07T19:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:43:48.598-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras tias'/><title type='text'>Outras Tias (13)</title><content type='html'>A&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2010/01/outras-tias-6.html"&gt; Tia Angela&lt;/a&gt; adora tirar fotos, e leva sua camera (agora digital) para todas as festas de família e eventos que é convidada. Ela tira foto das pessoas, imprime e coloca em &amp;nbsp;porta-retratos para dar de presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um dos eventos que foi, tirou uma foto de um conhecido com uma mulher e pediu para os dois fazerem rostinho-colado-com-sorriso para o click final. A Tia Angela achou que a foto ficou ótima e mandou de presente para o conhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que quem recebeu a foto foi a esposa do conhecido que não era a mulher da foto. Ooops. A esposa ficou com raiva, ligou para o marido, queria saber quem era a tal mulher, e quem tinha mandado a foto. Pausa embaraçosa. No fim, descobriu-se que a tal mulher da foto era prima do conhecido que a esposa não lembrava. Menos mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-1909345248627833985?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1909345248627833985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=1909345248627833985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1909345248627833985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1909345248627833985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/outras-tias-13.html' title='Outras Tias (13)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-6367677868871907472</id><published>2011-12-04T13:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:33:23.693-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Heathcliff e Gatsby</title><content type='html'>Essa semana estava no youtube e, um video leva a outro, parei nos primeiros &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/B86ixiypBeE"&gt;10 minutos do Grande Gatsby&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(no youtube tem o filme inteiro). O&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0071577/"&gt; filme com o Robert Redford&lt;/a&gt;, e roteiro do Coppola, é bom, acertaram na estética dos anos 20, e é bem fiel ao livro. Então, na lateral sempre tem uns videos relacionados e ali estava um&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/UI5qEQAvOcY"&gt; link para um video com a música Wuthering Heights&lt;/a&gt; com cenas do filme de mesmo nome com o Ralph Fiennes e Juliet Binoche. Esse &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104181/"&gt;filme&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;não é tão bom, aliás, é ruim, mas o que me chamou atenção é que nunca tinha relacionado o Heathcliff com o Jay Gatsby e o youtube me fez pensar nas semelhanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2007/10/book-report.html"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/a&gt; (O Morro dos Ventos Uivantes), escrito por Emily Bronte, foi publicado em 1847. O grande Gatsby, escrito por F. Scott. Fitzgerald, foi publicado em 1925. Dois clássicos da literatura inglesa. Obras narradas por um espectador presente nos eventos, em WH é a empregada Nelly e em Gatsby é o vizinho, e primo da mocinha, Nick. Os dois personagens principais de ambos os livros tem muito em comum, me fez até pensar que talvez o F. Scott Fitzgerald tenha se inspirado no livro da Emily Brontë.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que depois de uma rápida pesquisa no google achei alguns textos fazendo essa relação, mas aí vai a minha análise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Com possíveis spoilers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heathcliff e Jay Gatz eram dois garotos pobres. Heathcliff era um orfão que foi adotado pelo Sr. Earnshaw e Jay foi ganhar a vida no exército. Ambos se apaixonam, Heath por Cathy e Jay por Daisy, e as duas preferem o dinheiro a ficar com eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath e Jay decidem vencer na vida e ficaram ricos. Não se sabe como o Heathcliff ficou rico, mas o Jay Gatsby (já com nome trocado), depois de lutar na guerra, se envolve no ramo do contrabando de bebidas ná época da lei seca americana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois retornam para rever suas amadas. Heathcliff compra a propriedade de Wuthering Heights e se torna vizinho de Cathy (que já casou com outro). Jay Gatsby faz festas fantásticas, em sua casa faraônica, na esperança que Daisy, também casada com outro, vá aparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as duas mulheres descobrem que ambos estão ricos, e podem dar tudo que elas sempre quiseram, elas não largam tudo para ficar com eles. O que elas fazem? Ficam na dúvida. E quando são pressionadas: uma morre doente de dúvida e a outra se envolve em um acidente com consequencias trágicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me chamou atenção que os heróis são apaixonados pelas duas personagens mais egoístas da literatura inglesa. #prontofalei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cathy é tão mimada e insuportável, que mesmo concluindo que o Heathcliff é a coisa mais importante da vida dela ("He is more myself than I am.") ela escolhe a vida fácil ao lado do vizinho rico. E quando o Heathcliff a confronta, ela diz que quer os dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy é tão chata quanto a Cathy. Joga na cara do Gatsby que não casou com ele porque ele não tinha dinheiro e depois quando já sabe que ele é rico e quer ficar com ela, fica na dúvida, mesmo com um marido abusivo que a trai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heathcliff sobrevive a morte de Cathy e passa a fazer de tudo para ser dono da propriedade vizinha. No fim ele até vê o fantasma da Cathy.&amp;nbsp;Jay Gatsby também não foi feliz no seu destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto Emily Brontë, quanto o&amp;nbsp;F. Scott Fitzgerald&amp;nbsp;conseguiram criar personagens masculinos interessantes, com personalidades definidas, apaixonados. Emily Brontë até tenta fazer de Heathcliff um vilão, mas não consegue esconder a paixão dele, ele é humano. O Jay Gatsby do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;F. Scott Fitzgerald, é um pouco mais ingênuo que o Heathcliff, é também um mentiroso com boas intenções, mas está ali por um motivo e se dedica até o fim. Dois homens que vão atrás de duas mulheres pela imagem que idealizaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As histórias podem ser parecidas, mas os livros são bem diferentes, e muito bons. Recomendo. Cada um retrata uma época específica e um lugar diferente. A vida nos campos do norte da Inglaterra no século 19 é tão peculiar quanto a vida dos ricos no litoral americano em 1920, mas o amor, ah, esse nunca muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-6367677868871907472?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6367677868871907472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=6367677868871907472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6367677868871907472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6367677868871907472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/heathcliff-e-gatsby.html' title='Heathcliff e Gatsby'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-1809890861363729839</id><published>2011-11-27T10:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:39:23.370-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cidade'/><title type='text'>Fortaleza, domingo de manhã</title><content type='html'>Toda vez que vou correr de manhã eu vejo alguma coisa que me dá vontade de tirar uma foto, mas, obviamente, nunca levo a camera. Hoje eu resolvi andar de bicicleta e levei o iTouch (com instagram para as fotos ficarem hipster-style) para mostrar que acontece aqui na praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então esta é a Beira Mar, no domingo, as 7 da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FyJH50fLvJY/TtIsFEZfljI/AAAAAAAAEH0/p6lic4syPBM/s1600/fortaleza1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FyJH50fLvJY/TtIsFEZfljI/AAAAAAAAEH0/p6lic4syPBM/s320/fortaleza1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;as jangadas estacionadas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOHPocs0yFM/TtIsGjZ66sI/AAAAAAAAEIE/n_W800fIoPc/s1600/fortaleza3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOHPocs0yFM/TtIsGjZ66sI/AAAAAAAAEIE/n_W800fIoPc/s320/fortaleza3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;vai um peixe aí?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VEhZqZj4WzY/TtIsF5HkKaI/AAAAAAAAEH8/WIUoHhhPLDQ/s1600/fortaleza2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VEhZqZj4WzY/TtIsF5HkKaI/AAAAAAAAEH8/WIUoHhhPLDQ/s320/fortaleza2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;corridinha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLecXNZpVPY/TtIsHRRUubI/AAAAAAAAEIM/p4gJIMAm2cY/s1600/fortaleza4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLecXNZpVPY/TtIsHRRUubI/AAAAAAAAEIM/p4gJIMAm2cY/s320/fortaleza4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;coco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ks_kLAhDOf8/TtIsJ5ETEwI/AAAAAAAAEIk/em9mljK4lGE/s1600/fortaleza7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ks_kLAhDOf8/TtIsJ5ETEwI/AAAAAAAAEIk/em9mljK4lGE/s320/fortaleza7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;volei de praia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30OQz8c_5Lw/TtIsMByrBZI/AAAAAAAAEI8/nquAU-xRw8c/s1600/fortaleza10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30OQz8c_5Lw/TtIsMByrBZI/AAAAAAAAEI8/nquAU-xRw8c/s320/fortaleza10.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;fazendo amizade&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrF6eH89_e0/TtIsRGLJ4jI/AAAAAAAAEJs/xxhTIcQNNdM/s1600/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrF6eH89_e0/TtIsRGLJ4jI/AAAAAAAAEJs/xxhTIcQNNdM/s320/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a praia ainda vazia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZrfi6w5vok/TtIsOq8gGeI/AAAAAAAAEJU/6x1Fn9RizHM/s1600/fortaleza13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZrfi6w5vok/TtIsOq8gGeI/AAAAAAAAEJU/6x1Fn9RizHM/s320/fortaleza13.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;street art no barco abandonado&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjD_XJ0e-6k/TtIsQRzgWBI/AAAAAAAAEJk/r0P6bK-b-yM/s1600/fortaleza15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjD_XJ0e-6k/TtIsQRzgWBI/AAAAAAAAEJk/r0P6bK-b-yM/s320/fortaleza15.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;o pier/espigão&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG_gXBC2Odc/TtIsIZ4fazI/AAAAAAAAEIU/HXeLqTr3B9U/s1600/fortaleza5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG_gXBC2Odc/TtIsIZ4fazI/AAAAAAAAEIU/HXeLqTr3B9U/s320/fortaleza5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;o estoril&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzaX1jKH_HE/TtIsKr4IakI/AAAAAAAAEIs/sliCuZZBsU8/s1600/fortaleza8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzaX1jKH_HE/TtIsKr4IakI/AAAAAAAAEIs/sliCuZZBsU8/s320/fortaleza8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;decoração temática (e duvidosa) do pirata&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIXlzIQ4Rjc/TtIsLd0GNfI/AAAAAAAAEI0/XU1-a_2Q_q0/s1600/fortaleza9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIXlzIQ4Rjc/TtIsLd0GNfI/AAAAAAAAEI0/XU1-a_2Q_q0/s320/fortaleza9.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a ponte dos ingleses&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4N238dLj6U/TtIsNC1_IFI/AAAAAAAAEJE/_gJ-mwM7BEc/s1600/fortaleza11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4N238dLj6U/TtIsNC1_IFI/AAAAAAAAEJE/_gJ-mwM7BEc/s320/fortaleza11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;street art da casa cor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YZ6Ktdx6i8/TtIsPjcl8SI/AAAAAAAAEJc/JT2J8QsF5S4/s1600/fortaleza14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YZ6Ktdx6i8/TtIsPjcl8SI/AAAAAAAAEJc/JT2J8QsF5S4/s320/fortaleza14.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;peixes na rede&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVNbwJPv_AQ/TtIsN7euSsI/AAAAAAAAEJM/bcfoNbrGauI/s1600/fortaleza12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVNbwJPv_AQ/TtIsN7euSsI/AAAAAAAAEJM/bcfoNbrGauI/s320/fortaleza12.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;jump!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLInXOcgTrA/TtIsR4JnTrI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/ow_dUPDj1y0/s1600/photo+%252815%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLInXOcgTrA/TtIsR4JnTrI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/ow_dUPDj1y0/s320/photo+%252815%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;nadadores&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TPXQIIYLTkc/TtIsJJC7QsI/AAAAAAAAEIc/goLSG70gV5w/s1600/fortaleza6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TPXQIIYLTkc/TtIsJJC7QsI/AAAAAAAAEIc/goLSG70gV5w/s320/fortaleza6.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;a cidade vista da ponte metálica&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bom dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-1809890861363729839?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1809890861363729839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=1809890861363729839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1809890861363729839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1809890861363729839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/fortaleza-domingo-de-manha.html' title='Fortaleza, domingo de manhã'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FyJH50fLvJY/TtIsFEZfljI/AAAAAAAAEH0/p6lic4syPBM/s72-c/fortaleza1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-1379867092892661870</id><published>2011-11-20T18:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:25:40.760-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Book Report: Orgulho e Preconceito e Zumbis de Jane Austen e Seth Grahame-Smith</title><content type='html'>O 'co-autor' Seth Grahame-Smith acordou um dia e pensou: "que tal pegar um clássico da Jane Austen como Orgulho e Preconceito e dar uma apimentada na história colocando uns zumbis?", mas aí dois segundos depois ele pensou melhor: "Hum, vou fazer isso da maneira mais fácil e ganhar uns trocados. Vou pegar o texto original, adiciono zumbis no fim das frases e deixo a Jane Austen como co-autora. Gênio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Sr. Seth fez exatamente isso. Fácil assim. Ele nem se deu o trabalho de colocar alguma trama a mais, nem explicar direito o surgimento da tal praga que resultou nos zumbis, nem se era uma coisa restrita a Inglaterra ou ao resto do mundo, ou seja, nenhuma novidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A idéia é boa, nem sei se ele tinha intenção de fazer a história das irmãs Bennett um pouco mais interessante para um público mais jovem (ou mais nerd), mas não foi bem executada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alguns SPOILERS a seguir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As irmãs Bennett foram transformadas em lutadoras treinadas na China pelo mestre Shaolin. Elas detém algum segredo que hora nenhuma é revelado. Apesar de todo treinamento para matar os zumbis elas só se preocupam mesmo com os rapazes vizinhos e em casar. A mãe delas continua uma chata nesse livro. O pai delas é um guerreiro também treinado, mas continua sem dinheiro e sua casa ameaçada de ser tomada pelo Sr. Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As casas tem dojos e elas lutam com espadas e mosquetes. Detalhes que não fazem a menor diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história segue IDÊNTICA ao livro original (principalmente os diálogos) com zumbis aqui e ali. Exemplo: o Sr. Seth enfiou uns zumbis no baile inicial, tipo, estão bailando e de repente os zumbis invadem a cozinha e a Elizabeth mostra seus dotes de lutadora que impressionam o Sr. Darcy (que foi treinado no Japão e se acha superior por isso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os personagens estão sempre encontrando zumbis nas estradas e ainda assim viajam bastante. Londres é uma cidade murada divida em setores e mais nada é explicado sobre a situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sendo exímias lutadoras, as mocinhas devem abandonar tal ofício depois que casam. Oi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sr. Seth só teve coragem de transformar uma personagem secundária em zumbi, até foi interessante, poderia ter sido mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Bennetts colocavam couve-flor nas redondezas para enganar os zumbis e depois matá-los. Oh, really? Estou esperando o dia que o pessoal de The Walking Dead vai descobrir esse truque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heroína Elizabeth é boa com a espada, não tem problema nenhum em matar os zumbis e algumas pessoas. Quando o Sr. Darcy se declara a primeira vez, ela o trata a socos e ponta-pés, literalmente, mas depois eles até matam alguns zumbis juntos, de mãos dadas, num passeio ao ar livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A essência dos personagens foi mantida, exceto o Sr. Darcy. Não sei se o Sr. Seth achava que o Sr. Darcy não era macho suficiente no livro original e decidiu que ele seria mais, na falta de palavra melhor, violento (vê-se que o Sr. Seth não entende nada de homem, nem de mulher). O Sr. Darcy desse livro é um sádico. Primeiro ele quebra as pernas do Wickham quando são crianças e dá a desculpa que era para ele não chutar mais ninguém.(Oi?) Depois bate (muito) na empregada que ajuda o Wickham a fugir com sua irmã. Depois, já no fim, quando ele está saldando as dívidas do Wickham e o obrigando a casar com a chatinha da Lydia Bennett, o Sr. Darcy decide deixar o Wickham tetraplégico para garantir que ele não vai fugir da Lydia. Isso mesmo, ele dá uma surra no Wickham, com vontade. WTF?? Nesse momento a Jane Austen desejou comer (e cuspir) o cérebro do Sr. Seth. Eu também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fim dos Spoilers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até pensei em comprar esse livro quando saiu, mas não comprei, veio parar na minha mão depois de uma troca de livros que fiz no &lt;a href="http://www.skoob.com.br/"&gt;Skoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho ler o original da Jane Austen, o texto é uma delícia, não precisa dos zumbis para ficar moderno. E para quem quer uma versão atualizada da mesma história pega O Diário de Bridget Jones, que é mulherzinha sim, e é super engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-1379867092892661870?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1379867092892661870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=1379867092892661870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1379867092892661870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1379867092892661870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-report-orgulho-e-preconceito-e.html' title='Book Report: Orgulho e Preconceito e Zumbis de Jane Austen e Seth Grahame-Smith'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-3316793367068099638</id><published>2011-11-19T09:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T09:48:00.221-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jones'/><title type='text'>Mais uma do Jones (6)</title><content type='html'>"Senti que estava na hora de entrar em contato com as minhas raízes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim o Jones foi fazer aula de forró. (segundo testemunhas, ele cuspiu a vassoura e apresenta um jogo de cintura eficiente)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-3316793367068099638?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3316793367068099638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=3316793367068099638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3316793367068099638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3316793367068099638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/mais-uma-do-jones-6.html' title='Mais uma do Jones (6)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-5800144821519284764</id><published>2011-11-17T10:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:04:53.930-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>DJ for the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfIKoVNsmBc/TsUFGUqUbuI/AAAAAAAAEHA/1jgk62usypY/s1600/dj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfIKoVNsmBc/TsUFGUqUbuI/AAAAAAAAEHA/1jgk62usypY/s320/dj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/neybarroso"&gt;Ney&lt;/a&gt; é DJ no &lt;a href="http://vejabrasil.abril.com.br/fortaleza/bares/fafi-bar-28645"&gt;Fafi&lt;/a&gt; toda quarta-feira e, as vezes, ele chama os amigos para dividir a pick up com ele. Ontem foi a minha vez, junto com o &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/rafaelcdantas"&gt;Rafael&lt;/a&gt; e o&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/lucazf"&gt; Lucas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser DJ não é uma coisa fácil, quem me segue no &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/marselle"&gt;twitter &lt;/a&gt;sabe que uma das coisas que mais tuíto quando saio a noite é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9oYoUsrx4I/TsT_GM4mNqI/AAAAAAAAEG4/A9Djnf-L5hc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-17+at+09.43.12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="78" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9oYoUsrx4I/TsT_GM4mNqI/AAAAAAAAEG4/A9Djnf-L5hc/s400/Screen+shot+2011-11-17+at+09.43.12.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sim, eu sou chata. Então chegou a minha vez de estar do outro lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Com ajuda do&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/search/label/iPod"&gt; iPod&lt;/a&gt;, do Genius do iTunes e das minhas playlists de corrida, escolhi 40 músicas. Não precisava de tantas porque só ia tocar 2 sets de meia hora, mas é sempre bom ter opções. Ainda bem que&amp;nbsp;quarta-feira é o dia do Vale Tudo no som (e vale tudo mesmo, de Maria Bethânia a Kaiser Chiefs), então facilita um pouco o trabalho. Depois de uma aula relâmpago de como usar o programa que toca as músicas, era hora da estréia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Por incrível que pareça, o difícil não é levar o pessoal para a pista de dança, tarefa árdua é manter a pista cheia. Felizmente nosso público era o melhor, cheio de amigos, e, depois de algumas cervejas, todo mundo dança e canta. Bom demais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(se por acaso alguém repetiu o meu tweet aí de cima ontem a noite, eu entendo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-5800144821519284764?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5800144821519284764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=5800144821519284764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5800144821519284764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5800144821519284764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/dj-for-night.html' title='DJ for the night'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfIKoVNsmBc/TsUFGUqUbuI/AAAAAAAAEHA/1jgk62usypY/s72-c/dj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-369763797141398325</id><published>2011-11-13T10:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:31:52.372-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>A pele que habito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYfWrU3uw_I/TsA08o-n7TI/AAAAAAAADzA/gbXRF7b_uXM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-13+at+18.32.55.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYfWrU3uw_I/TsA08o-n7TI/AAAAAAAADzA/gbXRF7b_uXM/s200/Screen+shot+2011-11-13+at+18.32.55.png" width="103" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pedro Almodovar é capaz de pegar um possível dramalhão mexicano de 200 capítulos e transformar em um filme de arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez não foi diferente, mesmo explorando um genero que não costuma ser o seu (ficção científica e suspense), ele manteve a atenção nas relações pessoais e introspectivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O Antonio Banderas é um médico, cirurgião plástico, que está fazendo experiências com uma pele sintética, mas isso é só o pavio para a explosão que vem pela frente.&amp;nbsp;É baseado no livro&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tarantula-Thierry-Jonquet/dp/1852428953/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1321102871&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Tarantula&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;de Thierry Jonquet, não li, mas pela sinopse é mais bizarro do que of filme (obviamente tem mais detalhes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O médico é uma espécie de Dr. Frankenstein que cria o monstro e a noiva. E no meio de tudo isso tem drama familiar como o Almodovar gosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que pouca coisa no filme me surpreendeu, ainda mais depois de ver algumas temporadas de Nip/Tuk, mas traz uma reflexão interessante sobre vingança e aceitação do corpo, porque, afinal de contas, é só a pele que habitamos e não, necessariamente, quem somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tia Helo diria 517 "Ai, Jesus!" para o homem fantasiado de tigre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-369763797141398325?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/369763797141398325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=369763797141398325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/369763797141398325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/369763797141398325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/pele-que-habito.html' title='A pele que habito'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYfWrU3uw_I/TsA08o-n7TI/AAAAAAAADzA/gbXRF7b_uXM/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-11-13+at+18.32.55.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-1923828760334957165</id><published>2011-11-12T09:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T10:51:19.448-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momento toc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Momento TOC: Top 10 Comprei pelo título</title><content type='html'>Essa semana o Pedro Almodovar lançou um livro sobre sua trajetória no cinema com o título "The Pedro Almodovar Archives". Achei um ótimo título. Se fosse um livro de ficção seria mais bacana, compraria sem folhear. Então decidi fazer uma lista dos livros que comprei, nos últimos anos, só pelo título, sem nem saber da sinopse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-report-2.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como Me Tornei Estúpido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Martin Page. Com um título desses, praticamente um auto-ajuda, eu tinha que ler, né? E gostei muito, risadas garantidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;A Gente Se Acostuma Com O Fim Do Mundo&lt;/b&gt;, também do Martin Page. Um título filosófico eu não podia deixar passar. Pena que não é tão divertido quanto o anterior, mas vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;b&gt;All My Friends Are Superheroes&lt;/b&gt; de Andy Kaufman. No mínimo curioso alguém que todos os amigos são super heróis, e o livro é uma fábula sobre o amor. Fofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;b&gt;Breve História De Quase Tudo,&lt;/b&gt; de Bill Bryson. Esse título é irresistível para curiosos. E o livro é isso mesmo, do big bang a evolução das espécies de uma forma que todos entendem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;b&gt; Skippy Dies&lt;/b&gt; de Paul Murray. Como assim Skippy morre? Quem, ou o que, é Skippy? Morre de que, como? Já li e descobri tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;b&gt;Mentes Criminosas e Crimes Assustadores&lt;/b&gt; de John Douglas e Mark Olshaker. Como eu tenho a maior curiosidade com serial killers esse livro me pegou na primeira parte do título: mentes criminosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;b&gt;Extremely Loud &amp;amp; Incredibly Close&lt;/b&gt; de Jonathan Safran Foer. Acho que foi o extremamente e o incrivelmente que me atraíram. Um livro sensível sobre um menino atrás de decifrar uma mensagem deixada por seu pai que morreu nas torres gêmeas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;b&gt;Drinking At The Movies&lt;/b&gt; de Julia Wertz. Lembrei de um amigo que levava uma garrafa de vinho para dentro do cinema e imaginei que seriam críticas alcoolizadas de filmes, mas não, é uma graphic novel sobre a mudança de uma escritora de San Francisco para NY. É divertido, mas fica a dica para quem quiser escrever um livro sobre filmes depois de tomar umas no cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;b&gt;The Imperfectionists &lt;/b&gt;de Tom Rachman. Se fosse Os Perfeccionistas eu não teria comprado esse livro, a imperfeição tem mais graça. Um ótimo livro sobre os funcionários de um jornal de lingua inglesa em Roma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;b&gt;De Cada Amor Tu Herdarás Só o Cinismo&lt;/b&gt; do Arthur Dapieve. Como resistir um livro com título de novela mexicana? O livro é legal, nada especial, mas tem muita referência pop, especialmente de música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da próxima vez faço uma lista dos que eu comprei pela capa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-1923828760334957165?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1923828760334957165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=1923828760334957165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1923828760334957165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1923828760334957165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/momento-toc-top-10-comprei-pelo-titulo.html' title='Momento TOC: Top 10 Comprei pelo título'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-4385291887419340518</id><published>2011-11-10T21:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:56:56.044-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><title type='text'>Brincando com a La Sardina</title><content type='html'>Aderi a &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com.br/"&gt;lomography&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/brincando-com-diana-mini.html"&gt;maquinas fotográficas analógicas&lt;/a&gt;, old school) de vez e, depois de me divertir com a&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/brincando-com-diana-mini.html"&gt; Diana Mini&lt;/a&gt;, comprei uma camera nova para brincar. Dessa vez escolhi a &lt;a href="http://brazil.shop.lomography.com/cameras/la-sardina-cameras/la-sardina-camera-sea-pride"&gt;La Sardina,&lt;/a&gt; uma camera com lente grande angular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9iaJQ-DENSQ/Trxga2QsA7I/AAAAAAAADyg/ARKxPfvabB4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-10+at+20.45.40.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9iaJQ-DENSQ/Trxga2QsA7I/AAAAAAAADyg/ARKxPfvabB4/s320/Screen+shot+2011-11-10+at+20.45.40.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A camera tem 2 posições de foco, perto e longe, e 2 posições de entrada de luz, normal e para pouca luz. Facilita a regulagem na hora de tirar fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A La Sardina também tem um botão com a opção de voltar um frame do filme e outro que pode voltar o filme para qualquer posição e fazer fotos sobrepostas. É uma surpresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.com.br/photos/cameras/3334778-lomography-la-sardina"&gt;grande angular&lt;/a&gt; é ótima para paisagens e para dar um efeito amplo em fotos tiradas mais perto. A La Sardina usa filme 35mm e as fotos são no formato retangular tradicional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprei o filme &lt;a href="http://brazil.shop.lomography.com/films/lomography-filmes/lomography-redscale-xr-50-200-pack-of-3"&gt;redscale&lt;/a&gt; para experimentar e gostei do resultado de algumas fotos. Ficaram todas entre amarelo e vermelho, dando um ar antigo e apocalíptico as fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estão algumas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXmyva8IRLs/TrxgZCLapwI/AAAAAAAADyQ/nuyHyY4doNI/s1600/fortaleza1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXmyva8IRLs/TrxgZCLapwI/AAAAAAAADyQ/nuyHyY4doNI/s320/fortaleza1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;o por do sol fica lindo com esse filme&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mdC5ODL0aw/TrxgaN69uGI/AAAAAAAADyY/evuU2kkPUw8/s1600/nz1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mdC5ODL0aw/TrxgaN69uGI/AAAAAAAADyY/evuU2kkPUw8/s320/nz1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;milford sound amarelo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwDoX1uYfPA/TrxhPl2PMBI/AAAAAAAADyo/DX7zvm7k4GM/s1600/sydney1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwDoX1uYfPA/TrxhPl2PMBI/AAAAAAAADyo/DX7zvm7k4GM/s320/sydney1.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;downtown sydney&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HS32RctrB4/TrxhQhzohII/AAAAAAAADyw/NckMlhq2MV4/s1600/trees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HS32RctrB4/TrxhQhzohII/AAAAAAAADyw/NckMlhq2MV4/s320/trees.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;e essa fileira de arvores?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLRLCioh_oE/TrxhRuNNBhI/AAAAAAAADy4/deWc1Zvud8c/s1600/vic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLRLCioh_oE/TrxhRuNNBhI/AAAAAAAADy4/deWc1Zvud8c/s320/vic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cachoeiras sobrepostas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157627975073901/"&gt;fotos no Flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-4385291887419340518?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4385291887419340518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=4385291887419340518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4385291887419340518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4385291887419340518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/brincando-com-la-sardina.html' title='Brincando com a La Sardina'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9iaJQ-DENSQ/Trxga2QsA7I/AAAAAAAADyg/ARKxPfvabB4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-11-10+at+20.45.40.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-3244801310009837180</id><published>2011-11-06T23:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:36:59.578-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Séries: início de temporada</title><content type='html'>Já organizei as&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-fotos-da-viagem.html"&gt; fotos da viagem&lt;/a&gt; e finalmente consegui colocar as séries em dia, então vamos a esse início de temporada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro as novidades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Homeland&lt;/b&gt; - série nova com a Claire Danes e o ruivinho Damian Lewis. É sobre um sargento que ficou sumido/preso no Iraque por 8 anos. Ele retorna para casa e, obviamente, a adaptação de volta não é uma coisa fácil. Além disso a agente Carrie suspeita que ele é um agente duplo, que foi convencido pelo inimigo a espionar nos USA. Série TENSA e muito boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pan Am &lt;/b&gt;- os anos 60 são bem retratados nessa série (não tão bem quanto Mad Men), mas o que essa série tem de legal é a nostalgia da época que as comissárias eram legais (hoje em dia elas só mandam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;American Horror Story&lt;/b&gt; - BIZARRA. É sobre uma casa onde muitas coisas acontecem, fantasmas convivem com os atuais proprietários e coisas estranhas acontecem. Até agora gostei e vou continar assistindo. Tem alguns sustos bons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Gifted Man&lt;/b&gt; - médico neurocirurgião passa a ver e falar com o fantasma da esposa morta, que era médica de família numa clínica. É mais um novelão. Nada que me interesse, mas gosto do Patrick Wilson (apesar de não achar que ele seja bom ator) e qualquer possibilidade dele tirar a camisa está valendo. Também gostei de outros personagens, inclusive da esposa morta. Vamos ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once Upon a Time&lt;/b&gt; - o pessoal dos contos de fadas veio parar numa cidadezinha no mundo real e a filha da Branca de Neve com o Principe Encantado vai ter que descobrir esse mistério. Até agora só teve 2 episódios e gostei tanto da Regina, a rainha má, que vou ver os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Girl &lt;/b&gt;- achei fofo a Zoey Deschanel indo morar om 3 caras. Divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Person of Interest&lt;/b&gt; - ainda não entendi bem essa série com o Ben de Lost e o bonitão Jim Caviezel. Uma máquina sabe quem vai cometer ou sofrer um ato letal e os dois tentam evitar. É isso? Pensando seriamente se continuo, vou ver na tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As séries de sempre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sons Of Anarchy&lt;/b&gt; - já está na metade da temporada e continua ótima! Muita coisa acontecendo no clube dos motoqueiros e o novo agente federal é muito mais inteligente do que a mulher da temporada passada. Prevejo muitas mudanças na turma do SAMCRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dexter &lt;/b&gt;- Ainda está para aparecer um serial killer melhor do que o Trinity, mas esse Doomsday Killer, ou melhor, a dupla de assassinos, é bem curiosa, no mínimo super detalhista. Deb agora é a tenente e manda em to-dos, fu****g awsome! E o Dexter tem um amigo, vamos ver se esse não morre. O Harrison continua fofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fringe &lt;/b&gt;- voltou lenta, com o mistério do Peter ainda em alta, mas está melhorando. O Walter continua sendo a melhor coisa da série.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hawaii 5-0&lt;/b&gt; - o McGerrett voltou para o time e agora ele quer descobrir junto com o Locke (sim, ele também está nessa série) o mistério do pai dele. Continua sendo a melhor série pipoca no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Good Wife&lt;/b&gt; - a temporada nem está na metade e já aconteceu tanta coisa. A boa esposa é uma nova mulher e essa série continua sendo o melhor drama da tv aberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grey's&lt;/b&gt; voltou bem, sem grandes dramas além da separação da Meredith e é o melhor novelão no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House &lt;/b&gt;- ainda não decidi se vou abandonar, o episódio na prisão foi muito bom, mas depois apareceu aquela médica coreana com cara de sessão da tarde, ou namorada do Scott Pilgrim, e não gostei. Anyway, o House está de volta ao hospital, o Foreman é o chefe dele e, pelo menos, deram um sumiço no Taub. Kd Dr. Chase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Vampire Diaries&lt;/b&gt; - sim, eu ainda assisto essa série. Guilty pleasure das boas. Quando acho que não tem mais o que inventar, eles inventam. Agora o Vampiro Damon se juntou a Elena para ver se tira o chatinho do Stefan das garras do vampiro/lobisomem (isso mesmo, um híbrido) Klaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/b&gt; ainda tem gás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parks &amp;amp; Recreation&lt;/b&gt; voltou leve, assim como &lt;b&gt;Community&lt;/b&gt;, ainda muito engraçadas. &lt;b&gt;Modern family &lt;/b&gt;continua divertida, &lt;b&gt;HIMYM&lt;/b&gt; está perdendo a graça, deviam mostrar logo a tal mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desisti de &lt;b&gt;The Office&lt;/b&gt; (só ri muito do 8x04 porque tinha o primo Mose e se passou na fazenda do Dwight), o Andy Bernard de chefe não me convenceu. Foi uma decisão difícil, adoro o resto do escritório, mas não estava dando mais. Outra que foi para o lixo: &lt;b&gt;Glee&lt;/b&gt;, nem vi início da terceira temporada. &lt;b&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/b&gt; perdeu totalmente a graça, deletando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30 Rock&lt;/b&gt; ainda não voltou e aguardo ansiosamente o retorno do Don Draper e &lt;b&gt;Mad Men&lt;/b&gt; em janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-3244801310009837180?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3244801310009837180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=3244801310009837180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3244801310009837180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3244801310009837180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/series-inicio-de-temporada.html' title='Séries: início de temporada'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-8412342384165137446</id><published>2011-10-30T10:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:17:38.537-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>As fotos da viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nessa viagem tirei mais de mil fotos. Isso mesmo, mais-de-mil. Até comprei outro cartão de memória. Escolhi as que gostei mais (um pouco menos de mil) e coloquei no &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/collections/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. Algumas já estão aqui no blog, e, para quem quiser ver mais e com uma qualidade de imagem melhor, aí estão os links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157627667581873/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Africa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157627796324790/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bali&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157627922685302/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Zealand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157627957973210/"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(tem todas as fotos em um set, mas também divididas em&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157627850149601/"&gt;Sydney&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157627850142939/"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157628008432082/"&gt;Great Ocean Road&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157628008427206/"&gt;Adelaide&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;e &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marselle/sets/72157627883777763/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-8412342384165137446?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8412342384165137446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=8412342384165137446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8412342384165137446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8412342384165137446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-fotos-da-viagem.html' title='As fotos da viagem'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-6624785562649580118</id><published>2011-10-28T23:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:42:24.410-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momento toc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><title type='text'>Analisando a música: Down Under (Men at Work)</title><content type='html'>Down Under é como os ingleses chamam a Australia, que é localizada no hemisfério sul, ou seja, para quem está lá em cima, no norte, os australianos estão lá embaixo, do outro lado do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Colin Hay é um escocês que imigrou para Australia, com a família, aos 14 anos. Depois, 1978, lá em &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/melbourne-2.html"&gt;St. Kilda, Melbourne&lt;/a&gt;, ele se juntou com uns amigos e formaram o Men At Work. E nada melhor do que começar uma carreira de sucesso com uma música sobre a &lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/search/label/australia"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;, que virou um tipo de hino nacional (cantaram no encerramento das Olimpíadas de Sydney). Aposto que quando você pensa em música da Australia essa é a primeira que vem a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down Under é sobre um australiano que viaja o mundo e onde ele vai é identificado como um aussie, com orgulho, e encontra outros australianos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Traveling in a fried-out kombi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;On a hippie trail, head full of zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;I met a strange lady, she made me nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;She took me in and gave me breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;And she said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Do you come from a land down under?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Where women glow and men plunder?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Logo no começo ele está numa Kombi saindo fumaça com hippies chapados, aí ele encontra uma mulher, que o deixou nervoso, mas ela o trouxe para dentro e ainda fez o café da manhã. Ela sacou de onde ele vinha e mesmo assim pergunta: "Você vem lá de baixo? Onde as mulheres brilham e os homens saqueiam/roubam?". Traduzindo: as mulheres são super felizes porque tem aqueles homens todos que tomam&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/05/momento-toc-mulherzinha-leitinho.html"&gt; leitinho&lt;/a&gt;, e os homens roubam....bem, roubavam, há muito tempo, na Inglaterra, por isso foram parar na Australia (ou, é uma referência aos que exploram/roubam do país).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Buying bread from a man in Brussels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;He was six foot four and full of muscles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;And he said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;"I come from a land down under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Where beer does flow and men chunder"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois ele vai parar numa padaria em Bruxelas, conhece um homem muito alto, forte, e pergunta se ele fala sua língua, no que o gigante lhe da um sanduíche de Vegemite e responde "Eu venho lá de baixo, onde, é verdade, a cerveja flui e os homens vomitam". Concluí-se que: 1) os australianos estão em todo canto do mundo, até vendendo pão na Bélgica. 2)Vegemite é uma pasta meio azeda, só quem come aquilo são eles (deve ser gosto adquirido desde criança), e 3) os australianos bebem muito, fato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eey0d31u40k/TqtTQAqzThI/AAAAAAAADwE/_K68ciOnZxo/s1600/du1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eey0d31u40k/TqtTQAqzThI/AAAAAAAADwE/_K68ciOnZxo/s200/du1.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;argh.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nq8A6usRxl0/TqtTREno1eI/AAAAAAAADwM/Um4MAkn8-yk/s1600/du2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nq8A6usRxl0/TqtTREno1eI/AAAAAAAADwM/Um4MAkn8-yk/s200/du2.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;é cerveja que não acaba mais&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Lying in a den in Bombay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;With a slack jaw, and not much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Because I come from the land of plenty?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;And he said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Where women glow and men plunder?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí ele vai parar na India, no calor, com preguiça até de falar. Não sei o que o homem estava oferecendo, mas ele pergunta "Isso é uma tentação? Olha, eu venho da terra da fartura, tá?". Falou em fartura o homem já adivinha que ele vem de Down Under, onde as mulheres brilham e os homens saqueiam. Eu sei que fartura é essa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;You better run, you better take cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão escutando o trovão? É melhor correr e se proteger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem os aussies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="267" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/McsWKczU6wc" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-6624785562649580118?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6624785562649580118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=6624785562649580118&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6624785562649580118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6624785562649580118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/analisando-musica-down-under-men-at.html' title='Analisando a música: Down Under (Men at Work)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eey0d31u40k/TqtTQAqzThI/AAAAAAAADwE/_K68ciOnZxo/s72-c/du1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-2508026670020733565</id><published>2011-10-20T07:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:15:51.555-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Perth (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADxfmPz7iWY/TqMBUZKaGnI/AAAAAAAADu0/iCgpfv3_LXo/s1600/perth15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADxfmPz7iWY/TqMBUZKaGnI/AAAAAAAADu0/iCgpfv3_LXo/s320/perth15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da primeira vez pela cidade a volta foi super rapida,&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/perth-em-50-minutos.html"&gt; 50 minutos&lt;/a&gt;, mas da segunda vez, com mais tempo, pude ver um pouco mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth eh menor do que Sydney, Melbourne e Adelaide, percebe-se isso pelo tamanho do &lt;a href="http://geography.about.com/od/urbaneconomicgeography/a/cbd.htm"&gt;CBD&lt;/a&gt;, e pelo numero de predios que a cidade tem. Aqui é tudo tranquilo: os australianos, o trânsito e o comércio. No worries. Perth é bonita com o rio Swan formando uma especie baia entre a entrada do mar e o resto do seu percurso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez conhecemos o Subiaco, bairro de lojas e restaurantes de Perth. O estilo das casas foi mantido e os estabelecimentos se adaptaram. A Rockeby Road eh a rua principal do comércio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyty4m4NiBw/TqMBAsO-PlI/AAAAAAAADtM/NsRJQ5UqBsY/s1600/perth1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyty4m4NiBw/TqMBAsO-PlI/AAAAAAAADtM/NsRJQ5UqBsY/s320/perth1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;subiaco hotel (pub)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade tem 3 linhas de onibus gratuitos que circulam o centro da cidade em circuitos diferentes, o &lt;a href="http://www.perth.wa.gov.au/web/Living/Getting-in-and-around/Public-Transport/"&gt;sistema CAT&lt;/a&gt; eh fantastico. Entao peguei o CAT amarelo do hotel para o centro da cidade onde tem a Murray e a Hay Street, as ruas de pedestres e lojas. Ali me aventurei um pouco mais do que da outra vez e fui ate o Stirling Park, onde tem umas estátuas curiosas, e dali vi um monumento que parecia um foguete, era a &lt;a href="http://www.swanbells.com.au/"&gt;Bell Tower&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(uma torre de sinos modernosa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIZwiMYZekk/TqMBIWottCI/AAAAAAAADt8/P3GZbW80Pg8/s1600/perth7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIZwiMYZekk/TqMBIWottCI/AAAAAAAADt8/P3GZbW80Pg8/s320/perth7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;stirling park&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKOfRiBktFw/TqMBKQsapRI/AAAAAAAADuE/uMf1XdqTBSc/s1600/perth8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKOfRiBktFw/TqMBKQsapRI/AAAAAAAADuE/uMf1XdqTBSc/s320/perth8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;adorei as estatuas dos cangurus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iiGNr4jWPvE/TqMBF0KYASI/AAAAAAAADt0/d44zD-WqJko/s1600/perth6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iiGNr4jWPvE/TqMBF0KYASI/AAAAAAAADt0/d44zD-WqJko/s320/perth6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foguete?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta a Hay Street, reparei num prédio estilo tudor que na verdade era uma galeria com todas as lojas no mesmo estilo, e estava cheio de gente tomando café e a caminho do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgjkoNN6_0I/TqMBMChcTFI/AAAAAAAADuM/uJwNW3DGLaY/s1600/perth9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgjkoNN6_0I/TqMBMChcTFI/AAAAAAAADuM/uJwNW3DGLaY/s320/perth9.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;hay street&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Va1V8dasZ4/TqMBNgavP9I/AAAAAAAADuU/98ka0rO2Dlw/s1600/perth10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Va1V8dasZ4/TqMBNgavP9I/AAAAAAAADuU/98ka0rO2Dlw/s320/perth10.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tudor style&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HcjXRufj74M/TqMBO-QFiHI/AAAAAAAADuc/hxjAkIOab08/s1600/perth11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HcjXRufj74M/TqMBO-QFiHI/AAAAAAAADuc/hxjAkIOab08/s320/perth11.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqX79gjYXoM/TqMBDcJ1yhI/AAAAAAAADtk/G4ZcYE5zyDc/s1600/perth4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqX79gjYXoM/TqMBDcJ1yhI/AAAAAAAADtk/G4ZcYE5zyDc/s320/perth4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;street art em perth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei para o hotel no CAT vermelho, pegamos o carro e fomos ao belíssimo Kings Park, o parque urbano, enorme, com várias trilhas, que fica no alto e tem uma vista fantastica da cidade e do Rio Swan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plzEAQRtRuw/TqMEQw4LOWI/AAAAAAAADv0/Dm51gdXqBEU/s1600/pert23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plzEAQRtRuw/TqMEQw4LOWI/AAAAAAAADv0/Dm51gdXqBEU/s320/pert23.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_DTb3_u9aI/TqMBREo16aI/AAAAAAAADuk/lLS2D6cj-uM/s1600/perth13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_DTb3_u9aI/TqMBREo16aI/AAAAAAAADuk/lLS2D6cj-uM/s320/perth13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRT9mhaipBQ/TqMBXgzSaVI/AAAAAAAADu8/WRoUrOf6Cww/s1600/perth16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRT9mhaipBQ/TqMBXgzSaVI/AAAAAAAADu8/WRoUrOf6Cww/s320/perth16.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;o jardim botanico fica dentro do parque&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade estava toda pronta para receber a Rainha Elizabeth II que vai para o CHOGM (Commonwealth Head of Government Meeting). Nunca vi gramados tão bem cuidados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoXTtuxa1a8/TqMBSwGCNJI/AAAAAAAADus/z_PbM6gp328/s1600/perth14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoXTtuxa1a8/TqMBSwGCNJI/AAAAAAAADus/z_PbM6gp328/s320/perth14.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De lá fomos a praia de Cottesloe, onde as casas são grandes e o campo de golfe é na beira da praia. A água do mar estava super azul, alguns australianos estavam estendidos na areia, mas nenhum nadando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyfNkqP6BEg/TqMBYuPFbuI/AAAAAAAADvE/5sw1-6irtSo/s1600/perth17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyfNkqP6BEg/TqMBYuPFbuI/AAAAAAAADvE/5sw1-6irtSo/s320/perth17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0B8I3MNeD4/TqMBBTCRFWI/AAAAAAAADtU/uvtJpquA_Rw/s1600/perth2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0B8I3MNeD4/TqMBBTCRFWI/AAAAAAAADtU/uvtJpquA_Rw/s320/perth2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CjEsjZh665s/TqMBZwWV-jI/AAAAAAAADvM/flTjzeumjgE/s1600/perth18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CjEsjZh665s/TqMBZwWV-jI/AAAAAAAADvM/flTjzeumjgE/s320/perth18.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;no worries&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos para Fremantle, uma cidade porto na entrada do Rio Swan, primeiro ponto de colonização da area e que ainda tem vários predios antigos. Fremantle também tem uma área no pier, onde os barcos menores saem, com restaurantes e a cervejaria da Little Creatures. A cidade tem uma universidade e muitos jovens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vZ2mn5l8Y0/TqMBbBEJp1I/AAAAAAAADvU/hfy9VrHLPkQ/s1600/perth19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vZ2mn5l8Y0/TqMBbBEJp1I/AAAAAAAADvU/hfy9VrHLPkQ/s320/perth19.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00daFN9zVMs/TqMBCYaildI/AAAAAAAADtc/-R5Xy6FsVsc/s1600/perth3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00daFN9zVMs/TqMBCYaildI/AAAAAAAADtc/-R5Xy6FsVsc/s320/perth3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mercado&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIB0w83_lSE/TqMBc8W3iGI/AAAAAAAADvc/eZzV33fbVQ0/s1600/perth20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIB0w83_lSE/TqMBc8W3iGI/AAAAAAAADvc/eZzV33fbVQ0/s320/perth20.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dIaZVrrNz3Q/TqMBd8BtUwI/AAAAAAAADvk/FDMkYZQxXpA/s1600/perth21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dIaZVrrNz3Q/TqMBd8BtUwI/AAAAAAAADvk/FDMkYZQxXpA/s320/perth21.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;little creatures&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, para terminar a volta por Perth e região, fomos ao Swan Valley, area de vinhedos, criação de cavalos e produtos locais. Paramos numa fabrica local de chocolate, todo mundo estava saindo de la com uma bolsinha de compras, inclusive nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj9o3PF4JW0/TqMBfR0EnUI/AAAAAAAADvs/TT7fepArdHw/s1600/perth22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj9o3PF4JW0/TqMBfR0EnUI/AAAAAAAADvs/TT7fepArdHw/s320/perth22.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;amostra gratis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui em Perth me despeço, já com saudades, da Australia. Um lugar para voltar sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-2508026670020733565?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2508026670020733565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=2508026670020733565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/2508026670020733565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/2508026670020733565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/perth-2.html' title='Perth (2)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADxfmPz7iWY/TqMBUZKaGnI/AAAAAAAADu0/iCgpfv3_LXo/s72-c/perth15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-3003875413363998720</id><published>2011-10-19T08:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T09:02:13.609-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Adelaide</title><content type='html'>Chegando em Adelaide pela estrada vimos os vinhedos. Paramos em Stirling, uma das cidadezinhas da regiao, para o almoco antes de entrar na cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adelaide eh uma cidade planejada, e muito bem, por sinal. Eh uma malha quadrada com duas avenidas principais que vao norte-sul e leste-oeste, em volta outras 4 vias, e, abracando tudo isso, um parque fantastico, como se fosse uma muralha das cidades antigas da Europa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAD8WYtS1dE/TpwZnr67ocI/AAAAAAAADqo/4uY6DHni9fE/s1600/adelaide13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAD8WYtS1dE/TpwZnr67ocI/AAAAAAAADqo/4uY6DHni9fE/s320/adelaide13.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfEI7VyV1wY/TpwZRV9EjzI/AAAAAAAADpI/8h71yILz7Lo/s1600/adelaide1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfEI7VyV1wY/TpwZRV9EjzI/AAAAAAAADpI/8h71yILz7Lo/s320/adelaide1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;galeria antiga na rundle street&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRfm1tF8r8g/Tp1yExd3FPI/AAAAAAAADrA/FWF89Z4-VGo/s1600/adelaide15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRfm1tF8r8g/Tp1yExd3FPI/AAAAAAAADrA/FWF89Z4-VGo/s320/adelaide15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;muitas flores&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As avenidas e ruas do CBD de Adelaide sao largas. Eh impressionante que no fim do seculo 19 o arquiteto ja tenha planejado avenidas tao amplas. Os predios altos estao so no centro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-foNMnug7lmo/TpwZpNRHF6I/AAAAAAAADqw/_soBiV-b_8E/s1600/adelaide14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-foNMnug7lmo/TpwZpNRHF6I/AAAAAAAADqw/_soBiV-b_8E/s320/adelaide14.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ruas largas e poucos carros&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao norte da cidade passa o Rio Torrens e do outro lado esta North Adelaide, uma parte antiga da cidade, residencial, tambem rodeada por um parque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k5Px0U4b3LY/TpwZlJkW8qI/AAAAAAAADqg/52xAx6YcKME/s1600/adelaide12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k5Px0U4b3LY/TpwZlJkW8qI/AAAAAAAADqg/52xAx6YcKME/s320/adelaide12.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;rio torrens&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0JBIHxxEvQ/TpwZdYZefgI/AAAAAAAADqA/aj0PZ2A7YoQ/s1600/adelaide8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0JBIHxxEvQ/TpwZdYZefgI/AAAAAAAADqA/aj0PZ2A7YoQ/s320/adelaide8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;casa antiga tradicional australiana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adelaide eh conhecida como cidade das igrejas, mas eu nao vi tantas assim. Vi mais predios das universidades do que igrejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUYW2x1jdvc/TpwZjzwOveI/AAAAAAAADqY/kUID7zV1g34/s1600/adelaide11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUYW2x1jdvc/TpwZjzwOveI/AAAAAAAADqY/kUID7zV1g34/s320/adelaide11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tres coisas que tem muito em adelaide: igrejas, parques e cricket&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rundle Street eh a rua de pedestres e lojas, e alguns predios antigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icY3xLd_7n8/TpwZTarSVBI/AAAAAAAADpQ/aPTvyNo6v1U/s1600/adelaide2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icY3xLd_7n8/TpwZTarSVBI/AAAAAAAADpQ/aPTvyNo6v1U/s320/adelaide2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;escultura modernosa na rundle st.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUREVse9i_4/TpwZUwYy4yI/AAAAAAAADpY/smUqlb0Z7GI/s1600/adelaide3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUREVse9i_4/TpwZUwYy4yI/AAAAAAAADpY/smUqlb0Z7GI/s320/adelaide3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;abelha no topo do predio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saindo da cidade 10km ja se chega em Glenelg, uma cidade de praia, hoje eh quase um bairro de Adelaide (tem um tram que vai direto do centro), mas antigamente era destino de veraneio dos aussies. O mar eh azul, mas deve ser bem gelado (eu so cheguei perto de tenis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1kvWo5QJ8fM/TpwZbRIb9jI/AAAAAAAADp4/w153bQWUP-g/s1600/adelaide7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1kvWo5QJ8fM/TpwZbRIb9jI/AAAAAAAADp4/w153bQWUP-g/s320/adelaide7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;o town hall de glenelg tambem eh um museu bacana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8dPBboS68s/TpwZWhQD8NI/AAAAAAAADpg/FyQy1VWXlOQ/s1600/adelaide4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8dPBboS68s/TpwZWhQD8NI/AAAAAAAADpg/FyQy1VWXlOQ/s320/adelaide4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;oi tio, o que as algas estao dizendo?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz0QZ1f3Wc4/TpwZZxNymfI/AAAAAAAADpw/oise17C3pnU/s1600/adelaide6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz0QZ1f3Wc4/TpwZZxNymfI/AAAAAAAADpw/oise17C3pnU/s320/adelaide6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;kd ondas? kd surfistas?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFjP7lrqWrE/Tp1sod0ucTI/AAAAAAAADq4/mMagX9BCyM4/s1600/pier.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFjP7lrqWrE/Tp1sod0ucTI/AAAAAAAADq4/mMagX9BCyM4/s320/pier.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide nao tem a vida de Melbourne, nem a agitacao de Sydney, mas acho que a tranquilidade, a organizacao e espaco da cidade cativa. E esse mega parque, uma muralha natural, lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qWCXzw9Oc3o/TpwZfqwYukI/AAAAAAAADqI/7arTspleHIQ/s1600/adelaide9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qWCXzw9Oc3o/TpwZfqwYukI/AAAAAAAADqI/7arTspleHIQ/s320/adelaide9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;muitos passaros coloridos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-3003875413363998720?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3003875413363998720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=3003875413363998720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3003875413363998720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3003875413363998720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/adelaide.html' title='Adelaide'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAD8WYtS1dE/TpwZnr67ocI/AAAAAAAADqo/4uY6DHni9fE/s72-c/adelaide13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-700323969329548217</id><published>2011-10-18T08:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T08:56:00.329-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Grampians, cangurus e um coala gigante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Depois de&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-ocean-road.html"&gt; Port Campbell&lt;/a&gt; continuamos um pouco no litoral, deu para ver mais algumas pedras no mar, e fomos ate Port Fairy, onde tem um farol (beeeem pequeno).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTKUMW11c9w/TpwHSLMh3XI/AAAAAAAADn4/QC7q-WFLigk/s1600/gor21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTKUMW11c9w/TpwHSLMh3XI/AAAAAAAADn4/QC7q-WFLigk/s320/gor21.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOtmA5zqw_o/TpwHTPjAFTI/AAAAAAAADoA/ukDEXlLnOV8/s1600/gor23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOtmA5zqw_o/TpwHTPjAFTI/AAAAAAAADoA/ukDEXlLnOV8/s320/gor23.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;kd farol?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do litoral subimos para o parque nacional das Grampians, uma cadeia de montanhas ainda no estado de Victoria. A estrada passa dentro do parque e tem varias areas onde parar e fazer caminhadas. As placas prometiam muitos cangurus, mas nenhum apareceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4B2PMeyXOk/TpwHU2p4N8I/AAAAAAAADoI/5dzD2cJfGsQ/s1600/gor24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4B2PMeyXOk/TpwHU2p4N8I/AAAAAAAADoI/5dzD2cJfGsQ/s320/gor24.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rC1Qvabc8QY/TpwHYMtWEZI/AAAAAAAADoQ/a4iqY40WECM/s1600/gor25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rC1Qvabc8QY/TpwHYMtWEZI/AAAAAAAADoQ/a4iqY40WECM/s320/gor25.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKIxjDQqPO0/TpwHawl7O6I/AAAAAAAADoY/rMaP3EQgLO4/s1600/gor26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKIxjDQqPO0/TpwHawl7O6I/AAAAAAAADoY/rMaP3EQgLO4/s320/gor26.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegamos na cidade de Halls Gap paramos para ver um jogo de cricket e 3 cangurus estavam la assistindo. Confesso que fiquei mais impressionada com o cricket, que nunca tinha visto ao vivo, do que com os cangurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IRcmHtbPK8/TpwHcqbo-vI/AAAAAAAADog/iOcrg-cmfsY/s1600/gor27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IRcmHtbPK8/TpwHcqbo-vI/AAAAAAAADog/iOcrg-cmfsY/s320/gor27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo na estrada vimos um coala gigante e decidimos parar, obvio. Era um mini zoologico com animais de fazenda e alguns locais, inclusive um coala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdNwxkElOuw/TpwHe2YYrvI/AAAAAAAADoo/h2_8W7HqzQ0/s1600/gor28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdNwxkElOuw/TpwHe2YYrvI/AAAAAAAADoo/h2_8W7HqzQ0/s320/gor28.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2MLht4dssk/TpwHhZgekwI/AAAAAAAADow/gPrvTzV1o-4/s1600/gor29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2MLht4dssk/TpwHhZgekwI/AAAAAAAADow/gPrvTzV1o-4/s320/gor29.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramos para dormir numa cidade que nao vale a pena mencionar e no dia seguinte seguimos em direcao a Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_jdWDxxOPw/TpwHjLhKzdI/AAAAAAAADo4/WD-euMevENI/s1600/gor30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_jdWDxxOPw/TpwHjLhKzdI/AAAAAAAADo4/WD-euMevENI/s320/gor30.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Essa estrada eh uma reta, com asfalto impecavel, e fazendas dos lados, entao o risco do motorista ficar entediado eh grande. Ao longo da estrada tem placas alertando o perigo de dormir ao volante, mesmo que por segundos, mas tambem tem areas para tirar uma soneca, que aqui eles chama de powernap, um super cochilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHmWbc2cYgQ/TpwHQH8C9EI/AAAAAAAADnw/TcntCUJd1sg/s1600/estrada2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHmWbc2cYgQ/TpwHQH8C9EI/AAAAAAAADnw/TcntCUJd1sg/s320/estrada2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;micro sono perigoso&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6hbtA-X2JM/TpwHN3HiMsI/AAAAAAAADno/r8GTg9NRFJw/s1600/estrada1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6hbtA-X2JM/TpwHN3HiMsI/AAAAAAAADno/r8GTg9NRFJw/s320/estrada1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a solucao eh um super cochilo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio do caminho paramos em Bordertown, ja no estado de South Australia, uma cidade bem pequena mas que sabe fazer seu marketing. O banheiro publico eh onde era a cadeia na epoca da corrida do ouro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxLuwNQtUcw/TpwHkV4wLUI/AAAAAAAADpA/DA9RPz5CKf8/s1600/gor31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxLuwNQtUcw/TpwHkV4wLUI/AAAAAAAADpA/DA9RPz5CKf8/s320/gor31.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-700323969329548217?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/700323969329548217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=700323969329548217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/700323969329548217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/700323969329548217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/grampians-cangurus-e-um-coala-gigante.html' title='Grampians, cangurus e um coala gigante'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTKUMW11c9w/TpwHSLMh3XI/AAAAAAAADn4/QC7q-WFLigk/s72-c/gor21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-3172979099487566521</id><published>2011-10-17T04:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T04:38:00.193-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Great Ocean Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eo2DsAy8F3U/TpljBb7YjqI/AAAAAAAADmY/EeaBBQGhzCg/s1600/gor5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eo2DsAy8F3U/TpljBb7YjqI/AAAAAAAADmY/EeaBBQGhzCg/s320/gor5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;portao de entrada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Great Ocean Road eh uma estrada, no sul da Australia, de 243km, que vai de Torquay ate Warrnambool. Essa estrada foi construida por soldados que voltaram da Primeira Guerra Mundial em homenagem aos que morreram na mesma guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ratqHoUz5qA/TpljEdIRfhI/AAAAAAAADmg/OM8Teb6aAes/s1600/gor6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ratqHoUz5qA/TpljEdIRfhI/AAAAAAAADmg/OM8Teb6aAes/s320/gor6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Great Ocean Road eh quase toda no litoral, entre o mar e uma costa verde, com muitas arvores. A estrada tem muitas curvas, alguns penhascos, e, em muitas partes, passa bem pertinho do mar, mas tambem passa por uma floresta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTaknai2-9k/TpljH6rretI/AAAAAAAADmo/wuZEICtM9Co/s1600/gor7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTaknai2-9k/TpljH6rretI/AAAAAAAADmo/wuZEICtM9Co/s320/gor7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Great Ocean Road eh o memorial de guerra mais bonito que ja vi, e deve ser o mais util tambem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Opbr1Fi-gzs/TpljLv3ycaI/AAAAAAAADmw/rNrd1CoFHQQ/s1600/gor8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Opbr1Fi-gzs/TpljLv3ycaI/AAAAAAAADmw/rNrd1CoFHQQ/s320/gor8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pertinho da praia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira parada foi em Bells Beach. Praia de surf conhecida no mundo inteiro, e eh aquela que o Keanu Reeves encontra o Patrick Swayze no fim de&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102685/"&gt; Point Break&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(spoiler?). Bells Beach eh uma praia de Torquay e so chega la de carro/moto/bicicleta ou andando se voce tiver muita vontade. E para chegar ate a praia mesmo tem que descer muitas escadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbMemdqqGh4/TplizqpP7JI/AAAAAAAADmA/-mJo2eMzUFQ/s1600/gor2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbMemdqqGh4/TplizqpP7JI/AAAAAAAADmA/-mJo2eMzUFQ/s320/gor2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;direto para praia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84Ks-y7mTDE/TpliwbtTjoI/AAAAAAAADl4/nzdmfMTJBM0/s1600/gor1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84Ks-y7mTDE/TpliwbtTjoI/AAAAAAAADl4/nzdmfMTJBM0/s320/gor1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A temporada de surf eh no inverno, mas quando cheguei la tinha uns 6 surfistas no mar. Alem do estacionamento, tem um banheiro publico (coisa que na Australia nao falta em lugar nenhum, sempre limpos e com papel, mas isso eh outro post), entao muitos surfistas vao ate a praia de van, com camas improvisadas para passar dias na costa do surf, que tem outras praias alem da Bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UWSyy7FPyrI/Tpli7ahd1II/AAAAAAAADmI/1gTbKfxeCIw/s1600/gor3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UWSyy7FPyrI/Tpli7ahd1II/AAAAAAAADmI/1gTbKfxeCIw/s320/gor3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wz75NiIQ9Jc/Tpli-KfqMXI/AAAAAAAADmQ/vIad3qRDiUo/s1600/gor4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wz75NiIQ9Jc/Tpli-KfqMXI/AAAAAAAADmQ/vIad3qRDiUo/s320/gor4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao seguimos pelas curvas da estrada da Australia ate os 12 Apostolos. E que coisa fantastica! Os apostolos sao varias pedras enormes de calcario na beira da praia, dentro do mar, e estao em um bom pedaco da costa da Great Ocean Road. A erosao causada pela agua do mar ao longo dos anos/seculos/milenios da um colorido e formato interessante as pedras. Uma delas despencou em 2005, e um pedaco do penhasco tambem caiu recentemente. Da um certo medinho andar ali em cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-22gDrnxJ0/TpljOA8NdYI/AAAAAAAADm4/gG7t4YmvHqA/s1600/gor9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-22gDrnxJ0/TpljOA8NdYI/AAAAAAAADm4/gG7t4YmvHqA/s320/gor9.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;final de tarde&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NRYc2lfTtY/TpljQQjKUCI/AAAAAAAADnA/P1C2j1NKL8Y/s1600/gor10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NRYc2lfTtY/TpljQQjKUCI/AAAAAAAADnA/P1C2j1NKL8Y/s320/gor10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7wlsmPFE3dM/TpllcpEWdpI/AAAAAAAADng/dvGzn2sbu-I/s1600/gor14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7wlsmPFE3dM/TpllcpEWdpI/AAAAAAAADng/dvGzn2sbu-I/s320/gor14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHbtM4zVtEs/TpljTQDdkiI/AAAAAAAADnI/_nNA3BSPUtg/s1600/gor11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHbtM4zVtEs/TpljTQDdkiI/AAAAAAAADnI/_nNA3BSPUtg/s320/gor11.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;flutuando&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ver as pedras tem varias paradas dentro de um parque enorme (tem que ir de carro para as paradas), muito bem organizado com trilhas e pontos estrategicos de vistas fantasticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ATcJQIPp0A/TpljWC2OPDI/AAAAAAAADnQ/LOtHhc-ZrQk/s1600/gor12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ATcJQIPp0A/TpljWC2OPDI/AAAAAAAADnQ/LOtHhc-ZrQk/s320/gor12.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDogQBVSkes/TpljYgIDrVI/AAAAAAAADnY/Pay4rdmuEew/s1600/gor13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDogQBVSkes/TpljYgIDrVI/AAAAAAAADnY/Pay4rdmuEew/s320/gor13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de andar um bom tempo, vendo essa maravilha da natureza, seguimos para Port Campbell que eh a cidade mais perto dos Apostolos. Eh uma vila, de uma rua, mas foi uma otima surpresa. O hotel era muito bom e a comida do pub estava deliciosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-3172979099487566521?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3172979099487566521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=3172979099487566521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3172979099487566521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3172979099487566521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-ocean-road.html' title='Great Ocean Road'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eo2DsAy8F3U/TpljBb7YjqI/AAAAAAAADmY/EeaBBQGhzCg/s72-c/gor5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-5898863818448081774</id><published>2011-10-16T05:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T07:58:58.476-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Momento Transporte Público: Melbourne</title><content type='html'>Depois de desvendar o&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/momento-trasporte-publico-sydney.html"&gt; transporte público de Sydney&lt;/a&gt;, vamos a Melbourne. Só tenho uma coisa a dizer: é bem mais fácil e econômico do que o de Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1h4w0qxkj04/Tpg2gdRUNvI/AAAAAAAADlw/j1QNLrDPDiE/s1600/mel18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1h4w0qxkj04/Tpg2gdRUNvI/AAAAAAAADlw/j1QNLrDPDiE/s320/mel18.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;a href="http://www.metlinkmelbourne.com.au/"&gt;Melbourne &lt;/a&gt;a maior parte do transporte é feita por trams (bondes), trens e ônibus. Aliás, eu queria dizer que adoro os trams, eh um dos meios de transporte publico mais eficiente, não sei porque, nos meados do séc XX, resolveram abandonar essa idéia na maioria das cidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne é dividida em 2 zonas, que facilita, e a zona 1 abrange a maior parte dos interesses turísticos da cidade. E existem &lt;a href="http://www.metlinkmelbourne.com.au/fares-tickets/metropolitan-fares-and-tickets/metcard/metcard-types/#3"&gt;vários tipos de tickets&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(o &lt;a href="http://www.metlinkmelbourne.com.au/fares-tickets/metropolitan-fares-and-tickets/metcard/metcard-types/#3"&gt;metcard&lt;/a&gt;): 2 horas, 10 x 2 horas, passe do dia, de 5 dias, mensal, etc. O ticket de 2 horas na zona 1custa AUD 3,80 e o passe do dia é AUD 7. Se for para usar as zonas 1 e 2 o preço sobe para AUD 6 unitário e AUD 11 o dia. O passe do dia eh uma otima opcao para turistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão mudando o sistema para o Myki, &amp;nbsp;um sistema onde a tarifa é semanal, ou para mais de um mês (&lt;a href="http://www.metlinkmelbourne.com.au/fares-tickets/metropolitan-fares-and-tickets/myki/myki-pass/"&gt;myki pass&lt;/a&gt;); ou você coloca dinheiro e paga quando usa (&lt;a href="http://www.metlinkmelbourne.com.au/fares-tickets/metropolitan-fares-and-tickets/myki/myki-money/"&gt;myki money&lt;/a&gt;), tipo o Oyster em Londres. Com o myki money a tarifa diária vai sair por AUD 6 para a zona 1. De todo jeito, até dezembro de 2012 o &lt;a href="http://www.metlinkmelbourne.com.au/fares-tickets/metropolitan-fares-and-tickets/metcard/"&gt;metcard&lt;/a&gt; está valendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Melbourne tem o&lt;a href="http://www.metlinkmelbourne.com.au/route/view/1112"&gt; City Circle tram&lt;/a&gt; que dá uma volta pelo centro da cidade e passa pelos principais pontos turísticos. E é de graça. Fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TmXSuDHikcg/TmJeaJadrRI/AAAAAAAADQE/YpTYH6ZskYc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-03+at+14.12.43.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TmXSuDHikcg/TmJeaJadrRI/AAAAAAAADQE/YpTYH6ZskYc/s320/Screen+shot+2011-09-03+at+14.12.43.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do City Circle também tem um ônibus o &lt;a href="http://www.thatsmelbourne.com.au/Gettingaroundthecity/Visitorassistance/Pages/TouristShuttle.aspx"&gt;Melbourne City Tourist Shuttle&lt;/a&gt;. É gratis. É um ônibus hop on - hop off que para em 13 pontos turísticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ônibus noturno que vão do centro de Melbourne para os burbs tem um&lt;a href="http://www.metlinkmelbourne.com.au/fares-tickets/metropolitan-fares-and-tickets/nightrider/"&gt; telefone dentro&lt;/a&gt; e por AUD 1 você pode usar. A intenção é para as pessoas chamarem um taxi, ou alguém, para buscá-las no ponto, se este for muito longe de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.metlinkmelbourne.com.au/"&gt;site oficia&lt;/a&gt;l, bacana e organizado, também oferece um &lt;a href="http://jp.metlinkmelbourne.com.au/metlink/XSLT_TRIP_REQUEST2?language=en"&gt;journey planner&lt;/a&gt; fácil de usar e de entender. Diz quantos metros até a parada, dá o número da parada (que é super prático) com o nome da rua, o número do tram (e direção que ele vai) e o número da parada onde descer (com nome da rua, claro). Não tem como se perder. Alguns trams (os mais novos) tem wifi gratis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alem disso, os mapas de turismo tem as principais linhas de tram e trem, e os numeros dos pontos perto dos pontos de interesse. E nos pontos de maior movimento (como o da Federation Square) tem um funcionario com um smartphone pronto para ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se ficar perdido é só perguntar a qualquer australiano que vão te explicar como chegar onde você quer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-5898863818448081774?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5898863818448081774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=5898863818448081774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5898863818448081774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5898863818448081774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/momento-transporte-publico-melbourne.html' title='Momento Transporte Público: Melbourne'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1h4w0qxkj04/Tpg2gdRUNvI/AAAAAAAADlw/j1QNLrDPDiE/s72-c/mel18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-3693556353190686008</id><published>2011-10-15T10:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T10:04:00.142-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Melbourne (3) Street Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyJRlYcoUrE/TpgxVQH73-I/AAAAAAAADkw/h1U2oUMjlQg/s1600/mel52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyJRlYcoUrE/TpgxVQH73-I/AAAAAAAADkw/h1U2oUMjlQg/s320/mel52.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A street art, arte de rua, pode ser grafiti, esculturas, ou adesivos temporarios nas paredes da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P99WF-f2ICg/TpgxRegPaXI/AAAAAAAADkg/-WT6V4Vu-zo/s1600/mel50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P99WF-f2ICg/TpgxRegPaXI/AAAAAAAADkg/-WT6V4Vu-zo/s320/mel50.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;grafiti usado na fachada do restaurante&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDjP48JchDo/TpgxWqEaJII/AAAAAAAADk4/K4yuPdhiBwg/s1600/mel53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDjP48JchDo/TpgxWqEaJII/AAAAAAAADk4/K4yuPdhiBwg/s320/mel53.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;escultura da acland street&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;As vezes nao eh facil ver, tem que se aventurar nos becos quando se ve uma pontinha de cor na parede, e tem que olhar nos cantos para ver detalhes temporarios que podem sumir no dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJW7hb1BLU0/TpgxYLlVuhI/AAAAAAAADlA/uVpZRuLFKGE/s1600/mel54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJW7hb1BLU0/TpgxYLlVuhI/AAAAAAAADlA/uVpZRuLFKGE/s320/mel54.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;atari?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m01TqxNneiE/TpgxbHmtsCI/AAAAAAAADlQ/APGoTijKClw/s1600/mel56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m01TqxNneiE/TpgxbHmtsCI/AAAAAAAADlQ/APGoTijKClw/s320/mel56.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;adesivos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bZjBlxI0EQ/TpgxSnp_taI/AAAAAAAADko/Eu4lQ97nJO4/s1600/mel51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bZjBlxI0EQ/TpgxSnp_taI/AAAAAAAADko/Eu4lQ97nJO4/s320/mel51.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das cidades que estive recentemente, Melbourne tem muita arte de rua bacana, quase tanto quanto Berlim. Alguns becos da cidade servem de galerias de grafiti, e tem varias muito bonitas. Eu arriscaria dizer que a arte de rua eh bastante incentivada em algumas partes da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcYQRvbsu5k/TpgxZ9wPReI/AAAAAAAADlI/CM-61WixEJ8/s1600/mel55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcYQRvbsu5k/TpgxZ9wPReI/AAAAAAAADlI/CM-61WixEJ8/s320/mel55.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma de varias numa parede enorme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-qD6tHFAgs/Tpg0RSKC6OI/AAAAAAAADlo/PeAdZ1pTbo4/s1600/mel59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-qD6tHFAgs/Tpg0RSKC6OI/AAAAAAAADlo/PeAdZ1pTbo4/s320/mel59.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xjxhGNy6vuQ/Tpgxcq99kUI/AAAAAAAADlY/fe-2ghJq38c/s1600/mel57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xjxhGNy6vuQ/Tpgxcq99kUI/AAAAAAAADlY/fe-2ghJq38c/s320/mel57.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;man at work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B78ys0uufbY/TpgxeNdfe4I/AAAAAAAADlg/CH_a0BOf_bU/s1600/mel58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B78ys0uufbY/TpgxeNdfe4I/AAAAAAAADlg/CH_a0BOf_bU/s320/mel58.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-3693556353190686008?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3693556353190686008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=3693556353190686008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3693556353190686008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3693556353190686008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/melbourne-3-street-art.html' title='Melbourne (3) Street Art'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyJRlYcoUrE/TpgxVQH73-I/AAAAAAAADkw/h1U2oUMjlQg/s72-c/mel52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-8692686000298170236</id><published>2011-10-14T09:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:36:59.618-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Melbourne (2)</title><content type='html'>St. Kilda e Chapel Street sao duas areas da cidade, fora do centro, que acho muito interessantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;St. Kilda&lt;/b&gt; eh um bairro boemio, e nele ficam alguns pubs tradicionais, um teatro antigo, e a praia de Melbourne. A Acland street tem varias lojas, restaurantes e bares, mas o que tem muito mesmo sao lojas de bolos. O pessoal de St. Kilda gosta de um docinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOL5f6Sd_1Q/Tpgqq4yQREI/AAAAAAAADkA/BgggQGr1xIw/s1600/mel38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOL5f6Sd_1Q/Tpgqq4yQREI/AAAAAAAADkA/BgggQGr1xIw/s320/mel38.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNpBtdIRJbA/TpgpFjDFTxI/AAAAAAAADio/GPe4rjQxmzw/s1600/mel21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNpBtdIRJbA/TpgpFjDFTxI/AAAAAAAADio/GPe4rjQxmzw/s320/mel21.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;acland street&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snp4d6u9rD8/TpgpEH8wNsI/AAAAAAAADig/_qagHjEGFFI/s1600/mel20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snp4d6u9rD8/TpgpEH8wNsI/AAAAAAAADig/_qagHjEGFFI/s320/mel20.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A praia de St. Kilda nao eh das melhores, mas o calcadao eh uma delicia para andar. De manha cedo passam varios ciclistas a caminho do trabalho. St. Kilda tambem tem um parque, claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKcyWdBVfeQ/TpgqpuBuM9I/AAAAAAAADj4/8s5ptBeiJeA/s1600/mel37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKcyWdBVfeQ/TpgqpuBuM9I/AAAAAAAADj4/8s5ptBeiJeA/s320/mel37.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tem gente que vai de skate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AD5ADsFb56E/TpgqndGpwbI/AAAAAAAADjo/USRX1OvG9QI/s1600/mel35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AD5ADsFb56E/TpgqndGpwbI/AAAAAAAADjo/USRX1OvG9QI/s320/mel35.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;o parque com coreto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTYU6orqIJ4/TpgtCDsWRuI/AAAAAAAADkY/Z3fVd6Buk5w/s1600/mel41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTYU6orqIJ4/TpgtCDsWRuI/AAAAAAAADkY/Z3fVd6Buk5w/s320/mel41.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;calcadao&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_9T9ZWe6h0/TpgpAY2lUQI/AAAAAAAADiI/5sPljy1SSg0/s1600/mel7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_9T9ZWe6h0/TpgpAY2lUQI/AAAAAAAADiI/5sPljy1SSg0/s320/mel7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;luna park (de coney island para st. kilda)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8fSvjHDAEE/TpgqsJoBoRI/AAAAAAAADkI/6fqXdbhxwpg/s1600/mel39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8fSvjHDAEE/TpgqsJoBoRI/AAAAAAAADkI/6fqXdbhxwpg/s320/mel39.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A arquitetura de St. Kilda eh basicamente art deco, que da um certo charme decadente a sua esplanada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhpPyoJrauU/Tpgqt7c3oJI/AAAAAAAADkQ/qQnGE2FASiU/s1600/mel40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhpPyoJrauU/Tpgqt7c3oJI/AAAAAAAADkQ/qQnGE2FASiU/s320/mel40.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;esplanade&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fBtVqDPIkaQ/TpgqodRdmxI/AAAAAAAADjw/_xpNp-9GaFc/s1600/mel36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fBtVqDPIkaQ/TpgqodRdmxI/AAAAAAAADjw/_xpNp-9GaFc/s320/mel36.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pier&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapel Street&lt;/b&gt; eh uma rua comprida que atravessa boa parte do bairro South Yarra. Ali se encontra lojas de tudo. De roupas de marcas, a eletronicos, antiguidades, comic books, etc. Ali tambem tem muitos restaurantes, bares e cafes. Eh daqueles lugares que voce nao sabe se olha para as vitrines ou para as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu_pVHxhlio/TpgpC9X58SI/AAAAAAAADiY/FnqrNKkAYjY/s1600/mel12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu_pVHxhlio/TpgpC9X58SI/AAAAAAAADiY/FnqrNKkAYjY/s320/mel12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnaECvFE5-c/TpgqksKMAvI/AAAAAAAADjY/j9KuHoqaz0M/s1600/mel33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnaECvFE5-c/TpgqksKMAvI/AAAAAAAADjY/j9KuHoqaz0M/s320/mel33.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAs7qaIOI8Y/TpgpIDa4MuI/AAAAAAAADi4/HTXucVbJFgc/s1600/mel23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAs7qaIOI8Y/TpgpIDa4MuI/AAAAAAAADi4/HTXucVbJFgc/s320/mel23.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTdN71Ez4co/TpgqjcPQJ1I/AAAAAAAADjQ/9tcD_Gz7eUo/s1600/mel32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTdN71Ez4co/TpgqjcPQJ1I/AAAAAAAADjQ/9tcD_Gz7eUo/s320/mel32.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;lojas de tu-do&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qpVHzJ5_-Q/TpgpBmjSq9I/AAAAAAAADiQ/sYZatDeK03g/s1600/mel11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qpVHzJ5_-Q/TpgpBmjSq9I/AAAAAAAADiQ/sYZatDeK03g/s320/mel11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma coisa leva a outra.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZNMRcej_Qo/TpgqiG4vseI/AAAAAAAADjI/4f1MGFh4H0Y/s1600/mel31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZNMRcej_Qo/TpgqiG4vseI/AAAAAAAADjI/4f1MGFh4H0Y/s320/mel31.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pub irlandes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swLffqXoXks/TpgqglYhIAI/AAAAAAAADjA/jbzIFLUuhpo/s1600/mel30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swLffqXoXks/TpgqglYhIAI/AAAAAAAADjA/jbzIFLUuhpo/s320/mel30.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;vovo lendo, com lupa, num cafe modernoso&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlpl0QxP9AM/Tpgql5LjuQI/AAAAAAAADjg/Net_V7Pv8L4/s1600/mel34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlpl0QxP9AM/Tpgql5LjuQI/AAAAAAAADjg/Net_V7Pv8L4/s320/mel34.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tem ate a loja do leitinho australiano #insidejoke&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-8692686000298170236?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8692686000298170236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=8692686000298170236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8692686000298170236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8692686000298170236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/melbourne-2.html' title='Melbourne (2)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOL5f6Sd_1Q/Tpgqq4yQREI/AAAAAAAADkA/BgggQGr1xIw/s72-c/mel38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-6665931552745558155</id><published>2011-10-13T08:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:32:42.319-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Melbourne (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZueRzFept4/TpgcWybWKgI/AAAAAAAADgQ/w5XeaI7GDWI/s1600/mel5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZueRzFept4/TpgcWybWKgI/AAAAAAAADgQ/w5XeaI7GDWI/s320/mel5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta a Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne nao eh amor a primeira vista como Sydney, eh um amor que vai chegando aos poucos a cada passeio por um dos parques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xjEy2gr5ME/TpgcSdtYneI/AAAAAAAADf4/V-XDULvIlKg/s1600/mel2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xjEy2gr5ME/TpgcSdtYneI/AAAAAAAADf4/V-XDULvIlKg/s320/mel2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne pode nao ter aquela baia fantastica, mas tem parques belissimos, grandes, cheios de area verde e espaco para esportes. Basta um solzinho e os australianos estao todos na grama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrVgbwx8YYs/TpgcQYyA7jI/AAAAAAAADfw/s1WaC_u082o/s1600/mel1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrVgbwx8YYs/TpgcQYyA7jI/AAAAAAAADfw/s1WaC_u082o/s320/mel1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdZyJtCxNl4/TpgcVpwSptI/AAAAAAAADgI/rCiZUNGCCiU/s1600/mel4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdZyJtCxNl4/TpgcVpwSptI/AAAAAAAADgI/rCiZUNGCCiU/s320/mel4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;criancas tendo aula no parque&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEmeA8_z-28/TpgcT5sgqLI/AAAAAAAADgA/lHmy2KO1Rag/s1600/mel3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEmeA8_z-28/TpgcT5sgqLI/AAAAAAAADgA/lHmy2KO1Rag/s320/mel3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade esta cheia de ciclovias, e sao muito usadas. Os aussies de Melbourne levam o esporte a serio, afinal aqui eh a casa do Australian Open, da F1, e foi sede das Olimpiadas de 1956.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VzVIjA3PL_w/TpggKFrCYaI/AAAAAAAADh4/Y5SuX_z1tMw/s1600/mel28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VzVIjA3PL_w/TpggKFrCYaI/AAAAAAAADh4/Y5SuX_z1tMw/s320/mel28.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvPdKxAHM4k/TpgcidiQEdI/AAAAAAAADhA/eOx1iffuwoo/s1600/mel15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvPdKxAHM4k/TpgcidiQEdI/AAAAAAAADhA/eOx1iffuwoo/s320/mel15.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;estatuas divertidas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYopUQ2TN7A/TpgcgbnTAgI/AAAAAAAADg4/5JD59wlziCI/s1600/mel14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYopUQ2TN7A/TpgcgbnTAgI/AAAAAAAADg4/5JD59wlziCI/s320/mel14.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a casa do capitao cook&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sistema de transporte publico com os trams funciona muito bem e eh pratico. (e um post a seguir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O CBD (central business district, a.k.a downtown) eh grande, com muitos predios de escritorios. A Collins Street e a Bourke Street sao ruas comercias com muitas lojas. No meio de tantos predios altos ainda tem pequenas travessas e galerias antigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh2F4MBeApw/TpgcpXm6LnI/AAAAAAAADho/VnNDjjHMgJI/s1600/mel26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh2F4MBeApw/TpgcpXm6LnI/AAAAAAAADho/VnNDjjHMgJI/s320/mel26.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;degraves street, a rua dos cafes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hH6kd_FBg0Q/TpgcZ-fSJeI/AAAAAAAADgg/krEhtrGFjU4/s1600/mel8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hH6kd_FBg0Q/TpgcZ-fSJeI/AAAAAAAADgg/krEhtrGFjU4/s320/mel8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma travessa com armazens antigos reformados&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne eh uma cidade tourist friendly. O centro de informacoes da Federation Square tem todo tipo de mapa, sugestoes de caminhadas pela cidade, pela praia, pelos parques, e funcionarios muito simpaticos. Alem disso tem um onibus e um tram gratuitos que circulam a parte central da cidade. O tram tem ate narracao dos pontos turisticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBszMDORobI/TpgcYH0_ngI/AAAAAAAADgY/XF5x2uOA9VI/s1600/mel6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBszMDORobI/TpgcYH0_ngI/AAAAAAAADgY/XF5x2uOA9VI/s320/mel6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;visitor centre de melbourne eh todo no subsolo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LezzVG3QdRk/TpgcmtSjUeI/AAAAAAAADhY/gxeAgjdlJDQ/s1600/mel19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LezzVG3QdRk/TpgcmtSjUeI/AAAAAAAADhY/gxeAgjdlJDQ/s320/mel19.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tram que circula o centro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A cidade cresceu bastante desde a ultima vez que estive aqui. Verticalmente. Muitos predios altos, novos, e residenciais. Outra novidade, para mim, foi as Docklands onde fizeram uma area residencial e comercial nas antigas docas, aproveitando os armazens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gr8PG9wdlnA/TpgcnyNX_II/AAAAAAAADhg/G5rh1ok4Eu0/s1600/mel25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gr8PG9wdlnA/TpgcnyNX_II/AAAAAAAADhg/G5rh1ok4Eu0/s320/mel25.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cada vez mais altos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beira do Rio Yarra tambem eh muito bem aproveitada, especialmente para uma corridinha na hora do almoco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKOWKYdUUn0/TpgccCW-3FI/AAAAAAAADgo/kfzObUj22hQ/s1600/mel9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKOWKYdUUn0/TpgccCW-3FI/AAAAAAAADgo/kfzObUj22hQ/s320/mel9.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;queimando as calorias do cafe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Melbourne eh uma cidade cultural, tem museus, exposicoes, pecas de teatro, cassino, cinemas, e oferece muito na area da gastronomia. Como tem muitos imigrantes, qualquer comida pode ser encontrada na cidade. Aqui tem little Italy, little Greece, Chinatown, etc. O Queen Victoria Market eh rico em variedade desde as frutas ate as carnes e queijos, tudo muito fresco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wNsRjGDg9U0/Tpgh4tszhOI/AAAAAAAADiA/v74vDoCPd2E/s1600/mel24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wNsRjGDg9U0/Tpgh4tszhOI/AAAAAAAADiA/v74vDoCPd2E/s320/mel24.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;queen victoria market&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;O que os australianos de Melbourne gostam mesmo eh de cafe. Tem um em cada esquina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade tem muitos predios antigos, mas tambem arrisca na arquitetura mais moderna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGLJmGtYgk8/TpgclOjvwdI/AAAAAAAADhQ/uTpmi4yzUfo/s1600/mel17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGLJmGtYgk8/TpgclOjvwdI/AAAAAAAADhQ/uTpmi4yzUfo/s320/mel17.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;igreja com escultura em exposicao&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6wNDkT7lN8/Tpgcj66ENjI/AAAAAAAADhI/itDGDab42qA/s1600/mel16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6wNDkT7lN8/Tpgcj66ENjI/AAAAAAAADhI/itDGDab42qA/s320/mel16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;federation square&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xFHoknn6CbM/TpgcwimdAPI/AAAAAAAADhw/j1Q3BUKCIuk/s1600/mel27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xFHoknn6CbM/TpgcwimdAPI/AAAAAAAADhw/j1Q3BUKCIuk/s320/mel27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;RMIT universidade de tecnologia e design&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eh de querer voltar sempre, especialmente porque tenho amigos queridos que moram aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-6665931552745558155?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6665931552745558155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=6665931552745558155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6665931552745558155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6665931552745558155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/melbourne-1.html' title='Melbourne (1)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZueRzFept4/TpgcWybWKgI/AAAAAAAADgQ/w5XeaI7GDWI/s72-c/mel5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-6323864670871079525</id><published>2011-10-12T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:00:04.198-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new zealand'/><title type='text'>South Island - New Zealand (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNi6Ubq6m-0/TpJcpiDcZjI/AAAAAAAADfM/zkkRywOkyGE/s1600/nz54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNi6Ubq6m-0/TpJcpiDcZjI/AAAAAAAADfM/zkkRywOkyGE/s320/nz54.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na volta de Queenstown para Christchurch tivemos mais paisagens bonitas e paramos em Lake Tekapo, no meio do caminho. Eh uma cidadezinha na beira do lago e na beira da estrada. Tem uma igrejinha que dentro eh so um altar e um janelao com vista para o lago e as montanhas, fofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O72obvcV2cY/TpJcrP750KI/AAAAAAAADfY/f-8eXE41qiY/s1600/nz57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O72obvcV2cY/TpJcrP750KI/AAAAAAAADfY/f-8eXE41qiY/s320/nz57.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mout cook no lago pukaki&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQZR1YeLO4c/TpJcqPhKpTI/AAAAAAAADfQ/SncMdrNuYvc/s1600/nz55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQZR1YeLO4c/TpJcqPhKpTI/AAAAAAAADfQ/SncMdrNuYvc/s320/nz55.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;igrejinha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xA30136w2s/TpJcqm-ZzNI/AAAAAAAADfU/nran7ZuETA4/s1600/nz56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xA30136w2s/TpJcqm-ZzNI/AAAAAAAADfU/nran7ZuETA4/s320/nz56.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;lago tekapo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btfyBInQEso/TpJcubYm17I/AAAAAAAADfo/Y4UyLcdupCw/s1600/nz63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btfyBInQEso/TpJcubYm17I/AAAAAAAADfo/Y4UyLcdupCw/s320/nz63.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;e mais ovelhas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos turistas alugam motorhomes, ou vans equipadas com cama e cozinha, para rodar as estradas do pais. Para quem vai passar mais tempo eh uma opcao economica, como tudo aqui eh muito organizado, tem parkings especias para esses carros e nas cidades tem mais estrutura (como chuveiros, lavanderia, etc). Com um veiculo desses a pessoa tem toda liberdade de parar quando quiser, tirar uma soneca, abrir a mesa e as cadeiras e comer na beira do rio, explorar melhor as varias trilhas que tem ao longo das estradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vxjy9WXhMm8/TpJcoSRjUfI/AAAAAAAADfE/AfpkFMOy9HQ/s1600/nz51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vxjy9WXhMm8/TpJcoSRjUfI/AAAAAAAADfE/AfpkFMOy9HQ/s320/nz51.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei bacana que alem dos motorhomes tradicionais brancoes, mas tem uns que sao super coloridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo-uyHrOoME/TpJcswp9vRI/AAAAAAAADfg/yx8r_bKiaQ0/s1600/nz60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo-uyHrOoME/TpJcswp9vRI/AAAAAAAADfg/yx8r_bKiaQ0/s320/nz60.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xoF-C_ErGU/TpJctoXONfI/AAAAAAAADfk/akIOZWRb-HM/s1600/nz61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xoF-C_ErGU/TpJctoXONfI/AAAAAAAADfk/akIOZWRb-HM/s320/nz61.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;van gogh inspired&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IluhoecS2cE/TpJcvPxOwFI/AAAAAAAADfs/Qdz0zH_cCr4/s1600/nz65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IluhoecS2cE/TpJcvPxOwFI/AAAAAAAADfs/Qdz0zH_cCr4/s320/nz65.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;van com mensagem filosofica&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui nos despedimos da Nova Zelandia. Um lugar especial, para voltar. (pena que eh tao longe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-6323864670871079525?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6323864670871079525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=6323864670871079525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6323864670871079525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/6323864670871079525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/south-island-new-zealand-5.html' title='South Island - New Zealand (5)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNi6Ubq6m-0/TpJcpiDcZjI/AAAAAAAADfM/zkkRywOkyGE/s72-c/nz54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-5046349526484702619</id><published>2011-10-11T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:05:00.220-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new zealand'/><title type='text'>South Island - New Zealand (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Queenstown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ2QPC1KLf4/TpE6ryk_F4I/AAAAAAAADd4/wHFJkyfb8gc/s1600/nz43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ2QPC1KLf4/TpE6ryk_F4I/AAAAAAAADd4/wHFJkyfb8gc/s320/nz43.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queenstown eh uma cidade que fica a beira do lago Wakatipu e tem uma vista espetacular das Remarkable Mountains. Eh a cidade dos esportes radicais da Nova Zelandia, foi aqui que surgiu o primeiro bungy jump comercial, na &lt;a href="http://www.bungy.co.nz/kawarau-bungy-centre/kawarau-bungy"&gt;Kawarau Bridge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jYl-fpVyJ0/TpE6o5CGjmI/AAAAAAAADds/3HDyt8FwHjo/s1600/nz40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jYl-fpVyJ0/TpE6o5CGjmI/AAAAAAAADds/3HDyt8FwHjo/s320/nz40.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;downtown queenstown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WODpBeP6mw/TpE6mTnCIUI/AAAAAAAADdk/gztizyqejwg/s1600/nz38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WODpBeP6mw/TpE6mTnCIUI/AAAAAAAADdk/gztizyqejwg/s320/nz38.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;praia no lago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRaKcaeHxRY/TpE6vAuzygI/AAAAAAAADeE/xvKMoQBYHN8/s1600/nz46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRaKcaeHxRY/TpE6vAuzygI/AAAAAAAADeE/xvKMoQBYHN8/s320/nz46.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;parapents&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O centro de Queenstown nao eh grande, mas tem tudo: lojas, restaurantes, bares, cinema, agencias de atividades e muitos hoteis, moteis, lodges, albergues, etc. A cidade eh cheia de jovens e respira esse clima de adrenaline junkies. Da utlima vez que estive aqui passei 5 dias e fiz do bungy jump ao downhill mountain bike. Tambem fiz coisas menos radicais, como subir a gondola e ver a cidade de cima e passear no barco a vapor antigo que atravessa o lago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCq1HnvsMd0/TpE6ldD5TZI/AAAAAAAADdg/jXM3wWTgn3U/s1600/nz37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCq1HnvsMd0/TpE6ldD5TZI/AAAAAAAADdg/jXM3wWTgn3U/s320/nz37.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sabado no parque com musica&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8a9fi3n1a0/TpE6npE7DmI/AAAAAAAADdo/FZxl2owT4Ck/s1600/nz39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8a9fi3n1a0/TpE6npE7DmI/AAAAAAAADdo/FZxl2owT4Ck/s320/nz39.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;criancinhas radicalizando na agua gelada do lago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpOeQ0LaaRo/TpE6wEn1TdI/AAAAAAAADeI/uBMzhR3d_nY/s1600/nz47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpOeQ0LaaRo/TpE6wEn1TdI/AAAAAAAADeI/uBMzhR3d_nY/s320/nz47.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto de casamento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ClQgSHX-Xmc/TpE6ub8pSaI/AAAAAAAADeA/dTwAypyvNqE/s1600/nz45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ClQgSHX-Xmc/TpE6ub8pSaI/AAAAAAAADeA/dTwAypyvNqE/s320/nz45.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;subindo para fazer o downhill de bicicleta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez ficamos dois dias e so tive tempo de subir a gondola, outra vez, e fazer uma atividade radical.&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi a novidade: o &lt;a href="http://www.bungy.co.nz/the-nevis/the-nevis-swing"&gt;Nevis Swing&lt;/a&gt;, um super-mega-giga-uber balanco que despenca 70 metros em queda livre e entra num arco de 300 metros sobre o canyon. Emocionante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AV6hI07w1po/TpE6jyEc_LI/AAAAAAAADdc/pSd4-wzcD4U/s1600/nz36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AV6hI07w1po/TpE6jyEc_LI/AAAAAAAADdc/pSd4-wzcD4U/s320/nz36.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;passarela para o balanco&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2a6kvAe3RM/TpE9I1P2M_I/AAAAAAAADe0/wJklFCyNV4M/s1600/nevis4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2a6kvAe3RM/TpE9I1P2M_I/AAAAAAAADe0/wJklFCyNV4M/s320/nevis4.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pendurada&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz_kV0WbHaE/TpE9JyIwXRI/AAAAAAAADe4/QfZlmuGwFZo/s1600/nevis5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz_kV0WbHaE/TpE9JyIwXRI/AAAAAAAADe4/QfZlmuGwFZo/s320/nevis5.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;fui&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lVKM5Yc6dpo/TpE7VOWD3rI/AAAAAAAADeY/tY3smt7ZNmo/s1600/nevis1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lVKM5Yc6dpo/TpE7VOWD3rI/AAAAAAAADeY/tY3smt7ZNmo/s320/nevis1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;o ponto preto despencando sou eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que o bungy jump (&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2008/07/bungy-jump.html"&gt;ja fiz 2&lt;/a&gt;) eh mais radical, afinal voce tem que se jogar no abismo, mas a emocao do balanco eh muito boa. Da proxima vez tento de costas e de cabeca para baixo (disseram que eh a melhor maneira).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VeMa6ibddSY/TpE6hdZTdrI/AAAAAAAADdU/sFI1TlY8g4M/s1600/nz34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VeMa6ibddSY/TpE6hdZTdrI/AAAAAAAADdU/sFI1TlY8g4M/s320/nz34.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem quer fazer o bungy jump, Queenstown oferece varias opcoes: tem a &lt;a href="http://www.bungy.co.nz/kawarau-bungy-centre/kawarau-bungy"&gt;Kawarau Bridge com 43m&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bungy.co.nz/the-nevis/the-nevis-bungy"&gt;o Nevis com 134m&lt;/a&gt;, e o&lt;a href="http://www.bungy.co.nz/the-ledge/the-ledge-bungy"&gt; Ledge&lt;/a&gt; com uma vista fantastica da cidade. A diferenca entre um salto de 40m e um de 100m eh que no de 100m da tempo de pensar "essa corda nao vai me puxar de volta??".&lt;br /&gt;O salto na Kawarau rende uma fotos excelentes, alem de ter a opcao de mergulhar no rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YiXRBaG1pYU/TpE6s3CCKnI/AAAAAAAADd8/pastWTYGsK4/s1600/nz44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YiXRBaG1pYU/TpE6s3CCKnI/AAAAAAAADd8/pastWTYGsK4/s320/nz44.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a plataforma do ledge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNteJ38duf0/TpE6i9UGI3I/AAAAAAAADdY/kusNolntIxI/s1600/nz35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNteJ38duf0/TpE6i9UGI3I/AAAAAAAADdY/kusNolntIxI/s320/nz35.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;para o nevis voce vai de bondinho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGGjaI1i_MM/TpE6xrCK5OI/AAAAAAAADeM/364affMGpoQ/s1600/nz48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGGjaI1i_MM/TpE6xrCK5OI/AAAAAAAADeM/364affMGpoQ/s320/nz48.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;kawarau bridge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Abd_E_Z2qcY/TpE6yeD6JgI/AAAAAAAADeQ/apZZ2AhPYwU/s1600/nz49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Abd_E_Z2qcY/TpE6yeD6JgI/AAAAAAAADeQ/apZZ2AhPYwU/s320/nz49.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb2AhkvnkNI/TpE6zXfVO6I/AAAAAAAADeU/_kes3Ybb96I/s1600/nz50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb2AhkvnkNI/TpE6zXfVO6I/AAAAAAAADeU/_kes3Ybb96I/s320/nz50.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;esperando o proximo saltador&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perto de Queenstown fica Arrowtown, uma cidadezinha surgida da corrida do ouro na Nova Zelandia. O centro historico eh uma rua com casas antigas e parece saida de um filme western, so falta o John Wayne ou Clint Eastwood aparecer e te chamar para um duelo ao por do sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBp-xvJBAxg/TpE6p5WxqQI/AAAAAAAADdw/ittReFHi3cs/s1600/nz41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBp-xvJBAxg/TpE6p5WxqQI/AAAAAAAADdw/ittReFHi3cs/s320/nz41.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;arrowtown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1EgMN1xbpo/TpE6q7rKvUI/AAAAAAAADd0/kLBJXDdURIA/s1600/nz42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1EgMN1xbpo/TpE6q7rKvUI/AAAAAAAADd0/kLBJXDdURIA/s320/nz42.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;nao achei o saloon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-5046349526484702619?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5046349526484702619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=5046349526484702619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5046349526484702619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5046349526484702619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/south-island-new-zealand-4.html' title='South Island - New Zealand (4)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ2QPC1KLf4/TpE6ryk_F4I/AAAAAAAADd4/wHFJkyfb8gc/s72-c/nz43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-8296012010406456034</id><published>2011-10-10T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:20:00.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esportes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new zealand'/><title type='text'>Rugby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHbiWf_Ti8w/TpJYp0ETLbI/AAAAAAAADfA/SL3yOG_-TpE/s1600/nz64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHbiWf_Ti8w/TpJYp0ETLbI/AAAAAAAADfA/SL3yOG_-TpE/s320/nz64.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui esta o meu conhecimento de rugby ate essa viagem: tem que passar a bola para tras, pode chutar para frente, eh um jogo corrido e os jogadores sao enormes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Copa do Mundo de Rugby desse ano eh aqui na Nova Zelandia, e os All Blacks, a selecao do pais, eh um dos times mais conhecidos do esporte. Foram campeoes mundias em 1987 e fazem o tadicional haka antes de todos os jogos. (procura haka no youtube que tem) Os kiwis sao fanaticos pelo rugby, aqui em quase toda casa e estabelecimento tem uma bandeira dos All Blacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecamos acompanhando a primeira fase do campeonato quando estavamos na Africa, e chegamos na Nova Zelandia ja nas quartas de final. Posso dizer, depois de assistir varios jogos, que o rugby eh um jogo corrido, bruto, eh verdade, mas que exige muita habilidade, e muito mais interessante que o primo futebol americano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estando aqui nao podia deixar de ver um jogo num pub. Nao deu certo ver Inglaterra x Franca em Queenstown (ainda bem, a maldita Franca ganhou), entao fomos ver os donos da casa contra os hermanos em outra cidadezinha, num pub lotado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei supresa em como os argentinos jogam bem, mas torci para os All Blacks, obvio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dizer que os torcedores de rugby sao tao grandes quanto os jogadores (e bebem tanto quanto, segundo meu consultor para assuntos de esportes bretoes). Os neo zelandeses sao torcedores educados, comemoravam seus pontos, mas tambem alguns (poucos) batiam palmas quando a Argentina fazia alguma jogada bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os kiwis venceram o jogo, me apaixonei pelo numero 7 dos All Blacks, e ate gostei do capitao argentino, o Felipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vao fazer a semifinal contra a Australia. Estaremos num pub em Adelaide para ver esse jogo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-8296012010406456034?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8296012010406456034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=8296012010406456034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8296012010406456034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8296012010406456034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/rugby.html' title='Rugby'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHbiWf_Ti8w/TpJYp0ETLbI/AAAAAAAADfA/SL3yOG_-TpE/s72-c/nz64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-8635776822351867448</id><published>2011-10-10T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:05:00.794-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new zealand'/><title type='text'>South Island - New Zealand (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De Wanaka para Milford Sound e Te Anau&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-vfcI-pJ5k/TpEm1nZtgUI/AAAAAAAADcg/xIBf6eM2fJA/s1600/nz21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-vfcI-pJ5k/TpEm1nZtgUI/AAAAAAAADcg/xIBf6eM2fJA/s320/nz21.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;De Wanaka fomos direto para Milford Sound, 4 horas de carro. Milford Sound eh uma entrada de mar, do Mar da Tasmania, formando os fiordes da Nova Zelandia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-qgjPR0Uto/TpEm3CEok7I/AAAAAAAADck/05zHgPteKDc/s1600/nz22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-qgjPR0Uto/TpEm3CEok7I/AAAAAAAADck/05zHgPteKDc/s320/nz22.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A Nova Zelandia eh um pais clean, poluicao visual e sonora zero. Nada tira a atencao da natureza exuberante que tem aqui. Nao existem outdoors, predios altos, arquitetura exagerada, muros pintados, e nem por isso as placas de informacoes deixam de ser super eficientes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWjH_G8LJp4/TpEm4PfeWhI/AAAAAAAADco/6aUlcjrNIUY/s1600/nz23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWjH_G8LJp4/TpEm4PfeWhI/AAAAAAAADco/6aUlcjrNIUY/s320/nz23.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;milford sound esta do outro lado das montanhas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A estrada de Te Anau a Milford Sound eh uma das mais bonitas do mundo. FATO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-va3tTXekSG8/TpEnQh8S94I/AAAAAAAADdQ/8WHMf6AwEmk/s1600/nz33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-va3tTXekSG8/TpEnQh8S94I/AAAAAAAADdQ/8WHMf6AwEmk/s320/nz33.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hkdv8lHe9po/TpEm5SrDZdI/AAAAAAAADcs/Um-Rvc5w1SU/s1600/nz24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hkdv8lHe9po/TpEm5SrDZdI/AAAAAAAADcs/Um-Rvc5w1SU/s320/nz24.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWB8fhDQuaQ/TpEnCeLm4zI/AAAAAAAADdI/WuBuIfC2a6g/s1600/nz31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWB8fhDQuaQ/TpEnCeLm4zI/AAAAAAAADdI/WuBuIfC2a6g/s320/nz31.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ainda com neve&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chegando em Milford Sound uma das coisas a fazer eh um passeio de barco ate o Mar da Tasmania e voltar. Tem passeio de helicoptero e de aviao. E para quem gosta de trilhas longas, dizem que a trilha de Milford Sound eh uma coisa espetacular. Eu acredito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlQI5XZ4BZk/TpEm6UqKC9I/AAAAAAAADcw/tbwmQxk-ksA/s1600/nz25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlQI5XZ4BZk/TpEm6UqKC9I/AAAAAAAADcw/tbwmQxk-ksA/s320/nz25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Js1XC0zaESE/TpEm7vh_3XI/AAAAAAAADc0/l8tRNZL896A/s1600/nz26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Js1XC0zaESE/TpEm7vh_3XI/AAAAAAAADc0/l8tRNZL896A/s320/nz26.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;O barco vai pelo Sound e o capitao vai narrando as montanhas, cachoeiras, arvores e animais que estamos vendo. Eh uma coisa linda! Essa segunda vez que estive aqui foi ainda melhor porque fizemos o passeio de barco no fim da tarde, e a luz do sol contribuiu bastante para aumentar a beleza do lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HyxhhBa-Wp8/TpEm8357uTI/AAAAAAAADc4/wDYpnK24_aQ/s1600/nz27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HyxhhBa-Wp8/TpEm8357uTI/AAAAAAAADc4/wDYpnK24_aQ/s320/nz27.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssaL_82gzNM/TpEm-PlML4I/AAAAAAAADc8/WQv4TQluJL0/s1600/nz28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssaL_82gzNM/TpEm-PlML4I/AAAAAAAADc8/WQv4TQluJL0/s320/nz28.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cachoeiras&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz-IKGd3-Kc/TpEm_zn9MaI/AAAAAAAADdA/K0hgN1ir7v4/s1600/nz29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz-IKGd3-Kc/TpEm_zn9MaI/AAAAAAAADdA/K0hgN1ir7v4/s320/nz29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;focas fofas pegando um solzinho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJkQG8cdx6Q/TpEnBLl9KPI/AAAAAAAADdE/YtPGeB-0PZU/s1600/nz30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJkQG8cdx6Q/TpEnBLl9KPI/AAAAAAAADdE/YtPGeB-0PZU/s320/nz30.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A intencao, novamente, era ir para Queenstown, mas ja estava ficando tarde (18:30) e aqui na Nova Zelandia as cozinhas fecham cedo, e as recepcoes de hotel/motel/lodge tambem. Entao ficamos em Te Anau, outra cidade na beira do lago de mesmo nome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdgd-kNbjlM/TpEnDfPhvqI/AAAAAAAADdM/xr4r5bvOlkg/s1600/nz32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdgd-kNbjlM/TpEnDfPhvqI/AAAAAAAADdM/xr4r5bvOlkg/s320/nz32.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;esse papagaio (kea) nao saia do teto do carro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-8635776822351867448?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8635776822351867448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=8635776822351867448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8635776822351867448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/8635776822351867448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/south-island-new-zealand-3.html' title='South Island - New Zealand (3)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-vfcI-pJ5k/TpEm1nZtgUI/AAAAAAAADcg/xIBf6eM2fJA/s72-c/nz21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-3908785892367540399</id><published>2011-10-09T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:05:00.172-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new zealand'/><title type='text'>South Island - New Zealand (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De Franz Josef a Wanaka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Saimos da vila e fomos ver o Glacier. As trilhas sao todas organizadas para voce escolher quanto tempo quer andar e de onde voce que ver a geleira. (Para andar no gelo so com guia especializado)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_aIVr5djI0s/TpC2_5VhnJI/AAAAAAAADb0/5Q2WdUIuf8E/s1600/nz10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_aIVr5djI0s/TpC2_5VhnJI/AAAAAAAADb0/5Q2WdUIuf8E/s320/nz10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;franz josef glacier&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nos escolhemos a caminhada de 30 minutos (ida e volta) e vimos o Franz Josef Glacier de cima. Lindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbS3aeNwTcc/TpC2-DVVZ5I/AAAAAAAADbw/Y6nKy2s8uW4/s1600/nz9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbS3aeNwTcc/TpC2-DVVZ5I/AAAAAAAADbw/Y6nKy2s8uW4/s320/nz9.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;gelo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Voltamos a estrada e fomos ao Lake Matheson. Com mais uma trilha do meio da floresta que termina numa vista pitoresca da montanhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVWfavUfjRc/TpC3EJa4caI/AAAAAAAADb8/AY75Z5bx5G4/s1600/nz12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVWfavUfjRc/TpC3EJa4caI/AAAAAAAADb8/AY75Z5bx5G4/s320/nz12.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;floresta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gttu6EgI67k/TpC3BjWXVpI/AAAAAAAADb4/mrif-P-iA6Y/s1600/nz11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gttu6EgI67k/TpC3BjWXVpI/AAAAAAAADb4/mrif-P-iA6Y/s320/nz11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;lago matheson e sua vista pitoresca&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seguimos para o Glacier seguinte, o Fox. Dessa vez resolvemos ver a fachada da geleira mais de perto e foi uma caminhada de 45minutos num cenario apocaliptico, surreal e muito bonito. Essa geleira estava meio cinza, mas ainda dava para ver algumas partes azuis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XS_bJrwPg0Q/TpC3FzJiHwI/AAAAAAAADcA/8RAydWAickw/s1600/nz13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XS_bJrwPg0Q/TpC3FzJiHwI/AAAAAAAADcA/8RAydWAickw/s320/nz13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;caminhando para o fox glacier&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdqhA7uVZxo/TpC3HseSISI/AAAAAAAADcE/WimQgLAmQoE/s1600/nz14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdqhA7uVZxo/TpC3HseSISI/AAAAAAAADcE/WimQgLAmQoE/s320/nz14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;da para ver o azul do gelo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F66xcE_kZSE/TpC3JXMERII/AAAAAAAADcI/qhfg7Q1v0NE/s1600/nz15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F66xcE_kZSE/TpC3JXMERII/AAAAAAAADcI/qhfg7Q1v0NE/s320/nz15.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A nossa intencao era chegar em Queenstown, mas a estrada eh tao bonita, cada curva eh um flash, que paramos varias vezes para bater fotos, ou so ficar olhando a paisagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0IcRk6tp8w/TpC3L2HqRvI/AAAAAAAADcM/6eHWoIsy6C0/s1600/nz16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0IcRk6tp8w/TpC3L2HqRvI/AAAAAAAADcM/6eHWoIsy6C0/s320/nz16.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;praia com madeiras na areia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfCnTSI0cmw/TpC3NDCF0ZI/AAAAAAAADcQ/GOTMbv9jz2s/s1600/nz17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfCnTSI0cmw/TpC3NDCF0ZI/AAAAAAAADcQ/GOTMbv9jz2s/s320/nz17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mar azul&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ro1VS1E6jEs/TpC3PLGZrqI/AAAAAAAADcU/32fzR6sOK0A/s1600/nz18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ro1VS1E6jEs/TpC3PLGZrqI/AAAAAAAADcU/32fzR6sOK0A/s320/nz18.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais ovelhas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As estradas sao excelentes, bem sinalizadas e muitos banheiros publicos (limpissimos e com papel) em varios pontos estrategicos. A velocidade maxima eh 100km/h, mas com tanta coisa bonita para ver nunca se chega a tanto. As estradas sao estreitas, so uma pista para cada lado, e a maioria das pontes so passa um carro (one lane bridges). O que nao tem eh posto de gasolina, isso so nas cidadezinhas e nem todas. Por isso eh sempre bom manter o tanque cheio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsxGsKfyyPk/TpC3RqZk28I/AAAAAAAADcc/xFQZvWKgq0E/s1600/nz20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsxGsKfyyPk/TpC3RqZk28I/AAAAAAAADcc/xFQZvWKgq0E/s320/nz20.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;lago hawea, espetacular&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chegamos em Wanaka, uma cidade maior que Franz Josef (mas nao muito), na beira do lago, ja no fim da tarde e ficamos por la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V4xYXXUnZFY/TpC3QcV6YsI/AAAAAAAADcY/JEx9HlOTjlE/s1600/nz19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V4xYXXUnZFY/TpC3QcV6YsI/AAAAAAAADcY/JEx9HlOTjlE/s320/nz19.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;lago wanaka&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jantamos no excelente The Relishes, outra surpresa no meio do caminho e mais Pinot Noir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-3908785892367540399?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3908785892367540399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=3908785892367540399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3908785892367540399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/3908785892367540399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/south-island-new-zealand-2.html' title='South Island - New Zealand (2)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_aIVr5djI0s/TpC2_5VhnJI/AAAAAAAADb0/5Q2WdUIuf8E/s72-c/nz10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-927620365557697967</id><published>2011-10-08T17:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:01:08.682-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new zealand'/><title type='text'>South Island - New Zealand (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De Christchurch a Franz Josef&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alugamos um carro em Christchurch e saimos em direcao a costa oeste da Ilha Sul da Nova Zelandia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Christchurch ainda esta bastante destruida pelo terremoto de fevereiro. Muitas ruas do centro estao interditadas para carros e pedestres, entao nao vimos quase nada da cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No comeco do passeio o ceu estava nublado, ate choveu um pouco, mas ja viamos os campos verdes, as (muitas) ovelhas e algumas montanhas salpicadas de neve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAIn5TYd9bo/TpCvz3BvthI/AAAAAAAADbY/V3pSR3IwGF0/s1600/nz3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAIn5TYd9bo/TpCvz3BvthI/AAAAAAAADbY/V3pSR3IwGF0/s320/nz3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;parece um bolo com acucar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WW5Xs2z_hQA/TpCvwL3MslI/AAAAAAAADbQ/cCOr7T-iJmQ/s1600/nz1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WW5Xs2z_hQA/TpCvwL3MslI/AAAAAAAADbQ/cCOr7T-iJmQ/s320/nz1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;estrada&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A Ilha Sul da Nova Zelandia eh um dos lugares mais bonitos que ja estive, e voltei para ter certeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gHZm92LRWU/TpCv1poVG1I/AAAAAAAADbc/2THZI6urm9U/s1600/nz4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gHZm92LRWU/TpCv1poVG1I/AAAAAAAADbc/2THZI6urm9U/s320/nz4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pontinha de neve&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp_barBaGuQ/TpCvx6dw2OI/AAAAAAAADbU/BR8TaxGF9H4/s1600/nz2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp_barBaGuQ/TpCvx6dw2OI/AAAAAAAADbU/BR8TaxGF9H4/s320/nz2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ovelhas e pedras&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A medida que o tempo ia abrindo, a paisagem ia mudando. Paramos em Castle Hill, um conjunto de pedras com um caminho para andar. O que nao falta por aqui sao trilhas, de todos os niveis, para caminhar pela natureza. Tudo muito bem sinalizado e organizado. Se voce nao gosta de andar no mato porque tem medo de cobras, aranhas e afins, pode vir aqui que nao tem bicho nenhum no meio do mato. No maximo um kiwi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seguimos para Hokitika, uma cidadezinha na beira da praia, e estava uma tarde bonita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKejfq6DPY8/TpCv20jjsnI/AAAAAAAADbg/0PZvEHxhz0w/s1600/nz5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKejfq6DPY8/TpCv20jjsnI/AAAAAAAADbg/0PZvEHxhz0w/s320/nz5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;downtown hokitika&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSaeeu8ZnBM/TpCv4oiJ_yI/AAAAAAAADbk/NnaFbimImOs/s1600/nz6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSaeeu8ZnBM/TpCv4oiJ_yI/AAAAAAAADbk/NnaFbimImOs/s320/nz6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;na praia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Como ainda tinha luz, fomos ate Franz Josef, a vila perto do Glacier com mesmo nome. A vila tem varios moteis (as pousadas locais), lodges, backpackers e campings; alguns restaurantes, supermercado, agencias de passeios, etc. Tudo isso em 2 quarteiroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A estrutura para o turista eh impressionante. Tem para todos os gostos e bolsos. Os moteis sao limpissimos, e os quartos sao, geralmente, grandes com cozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Em Franz Josef tivemos a surpresa de um otimo resturante, o Blue Ice, indicado pelo simpatico recepcionista do motel que ficamos. Era um restaurante gourmet, e estava lotado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWForNG9744/TpCv6LBDuzI/AAAAAAAADbo/p_hFhE3uzg4/s1600/nz7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SWForNG9744/TpCv6LBDuzI/AAAAAAAADbo/p_hFhE3uzg4/s320/nz7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;e no meio da estrada, um rio&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LsXofuSkOSM/TpCv78DKfWI/AAAAAAAADbs/zSKCt_kJKaA/s1600/nz8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LsXofuSkOSM/TpCv78DKfWI/AAAAAAAADbs/zSKCt_kJKaA/s320/nz8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;paradinha para admirar o azul da agua&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-927620365557697967?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/927620365557697967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=927620365557697967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/927620365557697967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/927620365557697967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/south-island-new-zealand-1.html' title='South Island - New Zealand (1)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAIn5TYd9bo/TpCvz3BvthI/AAAAAAAADbY/V3pSR3IwGF0/s72-c/nz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-4529850869644503680</id><published>2011-10-06T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:07:00.251-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Momento Trasporte Público: Sydney</title><content type='html'>Adoro cidades com transporte público eficiente, aquelas em que ter um carro não faz diferença. São as melhores para turistas, podemos ser mais independentes e ao mesmo tempo se sentir um pouco local. Uma pena que poucas cidades brasileiras tenham um transporte público eficiente e seguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sistema de transporte público de Sydney é eficiente, mas um pouco confuso de entender. A confusão se dá mais pelo sistema de cobrança. Existem vários tipos de tickets:&lt;a href="http://www.131500.com.au/tickets/fares/fares"&gt; o MyMulti (para trens, ônibus e ferry), o MyTrain, MyBus e MyFerry&lt;/a&gt;. O &lt;a href="http://www.131500.com.au/tickets/upload/docs/myMultiMap.pdf"&gt;MyMulti 1&lt;/a&gt; é o mais indicado para turistas, um dia inteiro custa AUD 20 e como vale para boa parte da cidade você não tem que se preocupar com as zonas/sections. (Eu achei caro, em Londres o passe do dia de metrô e ônibus pelas zonas 1 e 2 custa £6,10 = 10AUD.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você acha que só vai usar o ônibus ou só trem ou só ferry, existem as outras opções. Aí exige um pouco mais de atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9_48Yq0yX4/TomQ1p7n8VI/AAAAAAAADaI/-MNVTZBhEIQ/s1600/sydney31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9_48Yq0yX4/TomQ1p7n8VI/AAAAAAAADaI/-MNVTZBhEIQ/s320/sydney31.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.131500.com.au/tickets/fares/sydney-buses"&gt;sistema de ônibus&lt;/a&gt; lá é dividido em sections, e cada section tem 1,6km, ou seja, para pagar o ticket você tem que sabe para onde vai e por quantas sections vai passar. O preço do ticket varia entre 1 a 2 sections, 3 a 5, e mais de 6. Com um pouco de paciência e o uso do &lt;a href="http://www.131500.com.au/plan-your-trip"&gt;plan your trip&lt;/a&gt;, dá para saber qual ônibus vai para onde e depois é só olhar o &lt;a href="http://www.sydneybuses.info/routes"&gt;mapa da rota&lt;/a&gt; e saber por quantas sections você vai passar. Outra opções são: perguntar para o motorista quantas sections até onde você vai, ou perguntar nas lojas de ticket, ou ligar para o número de informação de transportes e perguntar. A idéia é pagar menos para andar menos, se você for andar só 2 sections o ticket unitário custa AUD 2, se for entre 3 e 5 sections já passa para AUD 3,30. E tem o passe com 10 viagens por AUD 16 para 2 sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maioria dos ônibus que pegamos passavam por 2 sections, mas para Bondi foram 4 sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ponto tem uma tabela de horarios, e os onibus sao pontuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trem (metrô) já é pela&lt;a href="http://www.131500.com.au/tickets/fares/cityrail"&gt; quantidade de quilometros&lt;/a&gt; que você vai percorrer: de 0 a 10km, de 10 a 20km e por aí vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ferry é fácil, só tem 2 zonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de desvendar o quebra cabeça dos tickets, usar o transporte é fácil. O plan your trip diz até quantos metros você tem que andar até o ponto e ainda diz a esquina onde descer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QPcE8FJDN4/TmJQUfd7xHI/AAAAAAAADQA/4ctpspDhiWE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-03+at+13.14.14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QPcE8FJDN4/TmJQUfd7xHI/AAAAAAAADQA/4ctpspDhiWE/s320/Screen+shot+2011-09-03+at+13.14.14.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pessoal do TransitShop é simpático e ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe o Free Shuttle, um onibus verde, gratis, que roda o centro da cidade da Central Station ao Circular Quay. Vai pela George Street e volta pela Elizabeth Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi é fácil, menos nos fim de semana. Os Australianos são conscientes e não bebem e dirigem, como eles gostam de beber eles sempre tem um taxi já em standby para buscá-los na noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No centro da cidade tem um monorail que faz uma linha circular. Custa 5 dolares uma viagem, que pode ser uma volta completa, ou entre dois pontos. Sinceramente, nao vale a pena (se fosse de graca valeria).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-4529850869644503680?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4529850869644503680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=4529850869644503680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4529850869644503680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4529850869644503680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/momento-trasporte-publico-sydney.html' title='Momento Trasporte Público: Sydney'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9_48Yq0yX4/TomQ1p7n8VI/AAAAAAAADaI/-MNVTZBhEIQ/s72-c/sydney31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-7392927051676356008</id><published>2011-10-05T08:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:34:00.210-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Sydney (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;O sol apareceu e nos fomos passear em Manly, uma praia do outro lado da baia de Sydney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para chegar a Manly pode ir pela ponte ou pegar o ferry que faz a travessia da baia. Eh um passeio lindo de meia hora. Hoje tinha alguns veleiros na baia e so melhora o visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjmGBRqEOZc/TomaCJcpTeI/AAAAAAAADaw/fgjlf-MpP5o/s1600/sydney41.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjmGBRqEOZc/TomaCJcpTeI/AAAAAAAADaw/fgjlf-MpP5o/s320/sydney41.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;opera house na ida&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ofkuy4r2k44/TombRyCNBAI/AAAAAAAADbE/_i4lY0C6XjE/s1600/sydney46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ofkuy4r2k44/TombRyCNBAI/AAAAAAAADbE/_i4lY0C6XjE/s320/sydney46.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;casas com vista da baia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWQ1l2lnhc/TomaDF8ChzI/AAAAAAAADa0/4LDMsCK-92o/s1600/sydney42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWQ1l2lnhc/TomaDF8ChzI/AAAAAAAADa0/4LDMsCK-92o/s320/sydney42.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;veleiros&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje era feriado, Labor Day, e Manly estava lotada. Tinha um festival de jazz com palcos ao longo da rua de pedestres e na praia. O mar estava otimo para surfistas e estavam todos la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZJFrfRVBAk/TomZ8GvtKCI/AAAAAAAADag/Lt78zLAjE0w/s1600/sydney37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZJFrfRVBAk/TomZ8GvtKCI/AAAAAAAADag/Lt78zLAjE0w/s320/sydney37.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLBrJIYR0qA/TombQuxC-uI/AAAAAAAADbA/shIFi7d-aCU/s1600/sydney45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLBrJIYR0qA/TombQuxC-uI/AAAAAAAADbA/shIFi7d-aCU/s320/sydney45.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;em manly tem bebedouro em todo lugar com torneiras para encher a garrafa. gostei.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9nttaEW5Co/TomZ3ORYfMI/AAAAAAAADaQ/Y-K7ClxPXoU/s1600/sydney33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9nttaEW5Co/TomZ3ORYfMI/AAAAAAAADaQ/Y-K7ClxPXoU/s320/sydney33.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jezUXEbr5e4/TomZ4Hb3iiI/AAAAAAAADaU/UzerxbIi5kQ/s1600/sydney34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jezUXEbr5e4/TomZ4Hb3iiI/AAAAAAAADaU/UzerxbIi5kQ/s320/sydney34.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos a scenic walk, uma caminhada beirando o mar que termina no Shelley Beach Park. Um excelente lugar para fazer o people watching. Dali eh possivel subir o penhasco e ter uma vista bonita de Manly e do mar. Mais adiante tem o Sydney Harbour Park onde pode-se andar ate a ponta e ver a entrada da baia de Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idWHweMq0jU/TomgTWeV_7I/AAAAAAAADbM/vjEg170fST4/s1600/sydney48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idWHweMq0jU/TomgTWeV_7I/AAAAAAAADbM/vjEg170fST4/s320/sydney48.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HaSEKlrdmY/TomZ5SwumMI/AAAAAAAADaY/eMGulfzdDWw/s1600/sydney35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HaSEKlrdmY/TomZ5SwumMI/AAAAAAAADaY/eMGulfzdDWw/s320/sydney35.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;piscina de&amp;nbsp;água&amp;nbsp;salgada&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bwJ3IWeWmA/TomZ1rc5IfI/AAAAAAAADaM/VHAbr3VHxIs/s1600/sydney32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bwJ3IWeWmA/TomZ1rc5IfI/AAAAAAAADaM/VHAbr3VHxIs/s320/sydney32.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;subidinha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uz12fp09PTU/TomZ6lEmodI/AAAAAAAADac/bcv24x1I0zo/s1600/sydney36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uz12fp09PTU/TomZ6lEmodI/AAAAAAAADac/bcv24x1I0zo/s320/sydney36.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;manly vista de cima&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnD15Ymk6_w/TomaAjIdajI/AAAAAAAADas/rhFBM6HZJEU/s1600/sydney40.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnD15Ymk6_w/TomaAjIdajI/AAAAAAAADas/rhFBM6HZJEU/s320/sydney40.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;penhasco e mar azul&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0upjaNC0s8/TomZ9KDWD6I/AAAAAAAADak/24wtnTDIZc4/s1600/sydney38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0upjaNC0s8/TomZ9KDWD6I/AAAAAAAADak/24wtnTDIZc4/s320/sydney38.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a ponte na volta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HH5v0T58kgg/TomZ-KUBJhI/AAAAAAAADao/YrZiEywLLmY/s1600/sydney39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HH5v0T58kgg/TomZ-KUBJhI/AAAAAAAADao/YrZiEywLLmY/s320/sydney39.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;por 200 doletas eh possivel subir a ponte, a vista deve ser incrivel (e o vento tambem)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O dia em Manly foi uma delicia e na volta fomos ao Darling Harbour, uma&amp;nbsp;área&amp;nbsp;revitalizada para as&amp;nbsp;Olimpíadas&amp;nbsp;com shopping, restaurantes, parque, Imax, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axLeYiGSG4Q/TomaEMeTrMI/AAAAAAAADa4/0SJgePW0_PQ/s1600/sydney43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axLeYiGSG4Q/TomaEMeTrMI/AAAAAAAADa4/0SJgePW0_PQ/s320/sydney43.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava tendo um festival de cultura latino-americana e&amp;nbsp;claro&amp;nbsp;que vimos uma batucada brasileira acompanhada de alguns bonecos de Olinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--zWZNGh7sro/TomcJmfVU-I/AAAAAAAADbI/OBPhqE1MxQE/s1600/sydney47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGMBa54kQDs/TomaFX-yddI/AAAAAAAADa8/HUtPRzA-KxY/s1600/sydney44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGMBa54kQDs/TomaFX-yddI/AAAAAAAADa8/HUtPRzA-KxY/s320/sydney44.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;e tudo termina em samba&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-7392927051676356008?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7392927051676356008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=7392927051676356008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/7392927051676356008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/7392927051676356008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/sydney-3.html' title='Sydney (3)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjmGBRqEOZc/TomaCJcpTeI/AAAAAAAADaw/fgjlf-MpP5o/s72-c/sydney41.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-4374732720341886080</id><published>2011-10-04T07:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:30:02.360-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Sydney (2)</title><content type='html'>No segundo dia choveu muito e esfriou bastante. Andamos ate a Oxford Street, que eh uma rua que corta boa parte da cidade. Para o lado do centro eh&amp;nbsp;cheio&amp;nbsp;de bares e lojas adultas (isso mesmo que&amp;nbsp;vocês&amp;nbsp;estão&amp;nbsp;pensando). Para o outro lado,&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;em Paddington, tem lojas de marcas locais e muita coisa interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kuhyX0DgOJw/TomLadt344I/AAAAAAAADZk/8nJcUQcWsys/s1600/sydney22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kuhyX0DgOJw/TomLadt344I/AAAAAAAADZk/8nJcUQcWsys/s320/sydney22.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;predio fininho no meio do caminho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e2NlzBL-zjY/TomLXA8e7UI/AAAAAAAADZc/58sa1uht23c/s1600/sydney20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e2NlzBL-zjY/TomLXA8e7UI/AAAAAAAADZc/58sa1uht23c/s320/sydney20.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIUH1E1n4cI/TomLZFs0qFI/AAAAAAAADZg/N8UwE_zraDE/s1600/sydney21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIUH1E1n4cI/TomLZFs0qFI/AAAAAAAADZg/N8UwE_zraDE/s320/sydney21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criamos coragem e fomos ate Bondi Beach. Nao foi um bom dia para isso. Bondi eh uma praia bonita com predios art deco e, num dia de sol, cheia de gente. Chegamos la com um vento&amp;nbsp;fortíssimo, frio e poucas pessoas nas ruas. O vento era tanto que so vi uns 3 australianos mais corajosos correndo na areia. O mar estava revolto e era impossivel ficar perto da praia. Ainda assim a cor do mar era bonita. Infelizmente nao deu para fazer a caminhada ate Coogee, um passeio que recomendo,&amp;nbsp;são&amp;nbsp;6km beirando o mar no topo dos penhascos passando por praias pequenas,&amp;nbsp;fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khEdhH9IOKE/TomLcsONyBI/AAAAAAAADZo/uNnjDxTMIV8/s1600/sydney23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khEdhH9IOKE/TomLcsONyBI/AAAAAAAADZo/uNnjDxTMIV8/s320/sydney23.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4jy1jf7BbPI/TomLgWRlBUI/AAAAAAAADZs/g-FDqnW0rOo/s1600/sydney24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4jy1jf7BbPI/TomLgWRlBUI/AAAAAAAADZs/g-FDqnW0rOo/s320/sydney24.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PQ-SGNfsSk/TomLhYlLScI/AAAAAAAADZw/gkIAoueMv5A/s1600/sydney25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PQ-SGNfsSk/TomLhYlLScI/AAAAAAAADZw/gkIAoueMv5A/s320/sydney25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idftN9JBAM8/TomLiSc97ZI/AAAAAAAADZ0/ooICXVByw6w/s1600/sydney26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idftN9JBAM8/TomLiSc97ZI/AAAAAAAADZ0/ooICXVByw6w/s320/sydney26.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mar transbordando a piscina de agua salgada&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-korAFZsj0lE/TomLjkSG5HI/AAAAAAAADZ4/SD8sepQy5mg/s1600/sydney27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-korAFZsj0lE/TomLjkSG5HI/AAAAAAAADZ4/SD8sepQy5mg/s320/sydney27.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;palmeiras ao vento&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7i-tpuDq16E/TomLk2RdUHI/AAAAAAAADZ8/DwnSShFoKXA/s1600/sydney28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7i-tpuDq16E/TomLk2RdUHI/AAAAAAAADZ8/DwnSShFoKXA/s320/sydney28.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sente o drama do cabelo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os australianos ja eh primavera desde primeiro de setembro, entao eles ignoram o frio e andam de short, camiseta e chinelo. Adoro gente que&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;sente frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDodXiJblvE/TomLmBmTLBI/AAAAAAAADaA/jbVsy5iEL-Y/s1600/sydney29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDodXiJblvE/TomLmBmTLBI/AAAAAAAADaA/jbVsy5iEL-Y/s320/sydney29.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-4374732720341886080?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4374732720341886080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=4374732720341886080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4374732720341886080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/4374732720341886080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/sydney-2.html' title='Sydney (2)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kuhyX0DgOJw/TomLadt344I/AAAAAAAADZk/8nJcUQcWsys/s72-c/sydney22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-1896151786201246982</id><published>2011-10-03T07:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:56:22.308-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Sydney (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wo9IoCppXo/Tol1YSGWztI/AAAAAAAADYc/tI6IMgXW0wM/s1600/sydney4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wo9IoCppXo/Tol1YSGWztI/AAAAAAAADYc/tI6IMgXW0wM/s320/sydney4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro a&amp;nbsp;Austrália. Gosto de tudo, das cidades, do estilo easy going do&amp;nbsp;australianos, dos parques, dos pubs, da cerveja e do&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/05/momento-toc-mulherzinha-leitinho.html"&gt; leitinho&lt;/a&gt;. Estive aqui em 2000, vim para as Olimpiadas e fiquei mais 4 semanas rodando a costa leste ate Cairns e depois Melbourne. Claro que um dia eu voltaria aqui e espero voltar outras vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney eh uma cidade fantastica! Certamente esta na minha lista de Top 10 cidades favoritas e eh um&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogagem-coletiva-umas-com-tanto-outras.html"&gt; lugar para voltar muitas vezes&lt;/a&gt;. Pena que eh tao longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ijZ1N6LyKPE/Tol1UtqG9MI/AAAAAAAADYU/mtQDm-mLeJk/s1600/sydney2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ijZ1N6LyKPE/Tol1UtqG9MI/AAAAAAAADYU/mtQDm-mLeJk/s320/sydney2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;woolloomooloo &amp;nbsp;bay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos em Sydney com um dia meio nublado, com uma temperatura&amp;nbsp;agradável, e no meio da manha o sol apareceu.&amp;nbsp;Começamos&amp;nbsp;com um passeio no The Domain, um parque que vai beirando a baia, e bem na ponta tem a Mrs. Macquarie's Chair. A Mrs Macquarie era a esposa do governador do estado de New South Wales, e ela gostava de sentar ali e ver o movimento na baia de Sydney. Ela sabia das coisas, essa baia eh muito bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLsrsozL9Hs/Tol5GGPKD3I/AAAAAAAADZU/KQfp5i7QrYc/s1600/sydney18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLsrsozL9Hs/Tol5GGPKD3I/AAAAAAAADZU/KQfp5i7QrYc/s320/sydney18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the domain&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSxFck6esxw/Tol1aGxGb6I/AAAAAAAADYg/qGvDH5s2HrI/s1600/sydney5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSxFck6esxw/Tol1aGxGb6I/AAAAAAAADYg/qGvDH5s2HrI/s320/sydney5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que se chega na cadeira da Mrs Macquarie ja da para ver a Opera e a Habour Bridge, dois cartoes postais da cidade e da Australia. Esse calcadao que vai beirando a agua eh um otimo local para correr/caminhar e num sabado de manha estava cheio. Os australianos adoram a vida outdoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yTS5D3LT9Fw/Tol1WrMIjGI/AAAAAAAADYY/5YHyCuJYvjo/s1600/sydney3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yTS5D3LT9Fw/Tol1WrMIjGI/AAAAAAAADYY/5YHyCuJYvjo/s320/sydney3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tinha uma piscina no meio do caminho. olimpica.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seguindo no calcadao entramos no Royal Botanical Gardens com suas arvores maravilhosas e seus morcegos enormes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3Mr0YrpLO8/Tol1cHXm_tI/AAAAAAAADYk/iTtNuEJ4kDE/s1600/sydney6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3Mr0YrpLO8/Tol1cHXm_tI/AAAAAAAADYk/iTtNuEJ4kDE/s320/sydney6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dXY2MT8OPiE/Tol1eHq3LiI/AAAAAAAADYs/66yWdVQj0Mw/s1600/sydney8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dXY2MT8OPiE/Tol1eHq3LiI/AAAAAAAADYs/66yWdVQj0Mw/s320/sydney8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um desvio por dentro do Royal Botanical Gardens,voltamos ao calcadao e chegamos na Opera House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hGQuj8-jQs/Tol1fGxDwBI/AAAAAAAADYw/fXVLdMwTUgE/s1600/sydney9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hGQuj8-jQs/Tol1fGxDwBI/AAAAAAAADYw/fXVLdMwTUgE/s320/sydney9.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la seguimos para The Rocks, um dos bairros mais antigos de Sydney. La tem muitas primeiras coisas: primeira rua (George Street), primeira igreja, primeiro pub, etc. Tem tambem a casa mais antiga da cidade, a Cadman's Cottage, que hoje eh um mini museu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnnCxJmoy_w/Tol2YLnptXI/AAAAAAAADZQ/e6RZdvdHPrA/s1600/sydney17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnnCxJmoy_w/Tol2YLnptXI/AAAAAAAADZQ/e6RZdvdHPrA/s320/sydney17.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;primeira igreja&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NktDgkPtow/Tol1gAwotcI/AAAAAAAADY0/rJPls53DiBc/s1600/sydney10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NktDgkPtow/Tol1gAwotcI/AAAAAAAADY0/rJPls53DiBc/s320/sydney10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cadman's cottage&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzIz4jjwybM/Tol1haGTtmI/AAAAAAAADY4/YgGwbrmHkmA/s1600/sydney11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzIz4jjwybM/Tol1haGTtmI/AAAAAAAADY4/YgGwbrmHkmA/s320/sydney11.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrkgVzb6O58/Tol1jIBtN3I/AAAAAAAADY8/kL-GTS06oxU/s1600/sydney12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrkgVzb6O58/Tol1jIBtN3I/AAAAAAAADY8/kL-GTS06oxU/s320/sydney12.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda com energia fomos ao CBD, Central Business District. Alem dos predios empresariais, o centro de Sydney tambem tem uma area comercial grande. A Pitt Street tem um pedaco so para pedestres com lojas e shoppings. O Queen Victoria Building (QVB para os intimos) tambem fica ali perto, na George Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mes7NmxWlEs/TomH7rGzIII/AAAAAAAADZY/WkkO2qxnkrc/s1600/sydney19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mes7NmxWlEs/TomH7rGzIII/AAAAAAAADZY/WkkO2qxnkrc/s320/sydney19.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4S7qoO0hbU/Tol2V9jStCI/AAAAAAAADZM/3QoBn15BvOg/s1600/sydney16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4S7qoO0hbU/Tol2V9jStCI/AAAAAAAADZM/3QoBn15BvOg/s320/sydney16.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pitt street&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_Victoria_Building"&gt;QVB&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;foi construido (e ficou pronto em 1898)&amp;nbsp;para ser um mercado para alfaiates,&amp;nbsp;cabeleireiros, cafes, e tinha ate um teatro. Em 1986 foi totalmente reformado e agora eh um shopping com varias lojas de marca. Eh muito bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oU5AlxytH8M/Tol2Uol7MUI/AAAAAAAADZI/QFWyIjNffK8/s1600/sydney15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oU5AlxytH8M/Tol2Uol7MUI/AAAAAAAADZI/QFWyIjNffK8/s320/sydney15.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;queen victoria e seu shopping&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v7tLASZM9Y8/Tol2TTbeyGI/AAAAAAAADZE/pQpR7irRkLg/s1600/sydney14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v7tLASZM9Y8/Tol2TTbeyGI/AAAAAAAADZE/pQpR7irRkLg/s320/sydney14.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;QVB por dentro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eh uma cidade com muitas opcoes de lazer: parques, praias, museus, restaurantes, etc. A vida aqui acontece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-1896151786201246982?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1896151786201246982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=1896151786201246982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1896151786201246982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/1896151786201246982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/sydney-1.html' title='Sydney (1)'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wo9IoCppXo/Tol1YSGWztI/AAAAAAAADYc/tI6IMgXW0wM/s72-c/sydney4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-9192113291443140573</id><published>2011-09-30T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T02:38:50.728-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Bali (5) Surf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEPutFk4yo0/ToQh5NsNtAI/AAAAAAAADXI/J2y68UClwLM/s1600/surf1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEPutFk4yo0/ToQh5NsNtAI/AAAAAAAADXI/J2y68UClwLM/s320/surf1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, chega desse bla,&amp;nbsp;blá,&amp;nbsp;blá, de templos, campos de arroz, e vamos ao que interessa: o SURF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, Bali sempre foi&amp;nbsp;sinônimo&amp;nbsp;de surf, e vir aqui e&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;ver as ondas eh como ir a&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2009/06/roma.html"&gt; Roma&lt;/a&gt; e nao ver o Coliseu.&amp;nbsp;Então&amp;nbsp;fiz um surf safari pelos picos mais conhecidos da ilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para comecar:&lt;b&gt; Kuta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuta eh uma cidade onde esta a maioria dos bares, nightclubs,&amp;nbsp;hotéis&amp;nbsp;e eh onde os turistas vem para ver&amp;nbsp;bagunça&amp;nbsp; beber, e se divertir na noite. Durante o dia eh&amp;nbsp;só&amp;nbsp;mais uma cidade zoneada, com ruas estreitas, transito&amp;nbsp;caótico&amp;nbsp;e muito comercio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2P1yfFf2_w/ToQh65M8exI/AAAAAAAADXM/4NLP0zN9OGA/s1600/surf2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2P1yfFf2_w/ToQh65M8exI/AAAAAAAADXM/4NLP0zN9OGA/s320/surf2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;entradinha da praia em Kuta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A praia de Kuta eh urbana, tem ate um&amp;nbsp;portão&amp;nbsp;de entrada suntuoso. Kuta eh beach break, o fundo eh de areia, as ondas&amp;nbsp;são&amp;nbsp;cheias e constantes. Eh uma boa praia para os iniciantes no esporte, e por isso tem muitas escolinhas. As 9 da manha estava vazia, os turistas ainda deviam estar de ressaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-grd5zRQwFCI/ToQh8RC3HJI/AAAAAAAADXQ/5_vRM33LxaA/s1600/surf3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-grd5zRQwFCI/ToQh8RC3HJI/AAAAAAAADXQ/5_vRM33LxaA/s320/surf3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xcYZShKcdJk/ToQh9Y4PkRI/AAAAAAAADXU/95cxuyM_-ck/s1600/surf4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xcYZShKcdJk/ToQh9Y4PkRI/AAAAAAAADXU/95cxuyM_-ck/s320/surf4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;avançado&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htygtVH_BHs/ToQh_FeAUtI/AAAAAAAADXY/5_X-Q_o5Ux0/s1600/surf5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htygtVH_BHs/ToQh_FeAUtI/AAAAAAAADXY/5_X-Q_o5Ux0/s320/surf5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;iniciante&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seguir:&lt;b&gt; Balangan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma praia bonita, mais afastada da estrada principal, e vazia. As ondas&amp;nbsp;são&amp;nbsp;perfeitas, quase todas esquerdas, estavam grandes e os surfistas estavam la. O fundo eh de pedra, mas tem uma faixa de areia extensa com algumas barraquinhas para pegar uma sombra, ver o mar e o surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-59Cbty6a_ds/ToQiAIMoDjI/AAAAAAAADXc/7r7DunvJpdY/s1600/surf6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-59Cbty6a_ds/ToQiAIMoDjI/AAAAAAAADXc/7r7DunvJpdY/s320/surf6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3F9DoaBtZs/ToQiBftrM-I/AAAAAAAADXg/CDK75-iSzBU/s1600/surf7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3F9DoaBtZs/ToQiBftrM-I/AAAAAAAADXg/CDK75-iSzBU/s320/surf7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Próxima: &lt;b&gt;Padang Padang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa praia fica na beira da estrada, mas tem que descer&amp;nbsp;vários&amp;nbsp;degraus ate chegar no mar verdinho. A faixa de areia eh minima e disputada. As ondas ficam mais ao fundo e tinha muito mais surfista do que em Balangan. Essa praia eh boa para quem ja consegue ficar em&amp;nbsp;pé&amp;nbsp;na prancha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2aGASjXY_EY/ToQiKIbR6eI/AAAAAAAADX0/VbRoP53M7tM/s1600/surf12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2aGASjXY_EY/ToQiKIbR6eI/AAAAAAAADX0/VbRoP53M7tM/s320/surf12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ir5EYc7_-H8/ToQiF2dhBvI/AAAAAAAADXo/MLPvP3NXDwY/s1600/surf9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ir5EYc7_-H8/ToQiF2dhBvI/AAAAAAAADXo/MLPvP3NXDwY/s320/surf9.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a praia eh depois do escuro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NiosuC79EFg/ToQiIh_WJPI/AAAAAAAADXw/t99f-3R2xvY/s1600/surf11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NiosuC79EFg/ToQiIh_WJPI/AAAAAAAADXw/t99f-3R2xvY/s320/surf11.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;verdinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-UY3CQuZFA/ToQiGyOfBwI/AAAAAAAADXs/H1iMrUHi0Ms/s1600/surf10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-UY3CQuZFA/ToQiGyOfBwI/AAAAAAAADXs/H1iMrUHi0Ms/s320/surf10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cobertura de brigadeiro do bolo de chocolate:&lt;b&gt; Uluwatu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCYpU6ts6kA/ToQiLV5A2sI/AAAAAAAADX4/HbCyVr8dum4/s1600/surf13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCYpU6ts6kA/ToQiLV5A2sI/AAAAAAAADX4/HbCyVr8dum4/s320/surf13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega-se em Uluwatu por cima. A vista eh&amp;nbsp;fantástica! De longe ja da para ver as series perfeitas de ondas se formando. Uluwatu&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;eh reef break, fundo de pedra/coral, por isso as ondas&amp;nbsp;são&amp;nbsp;constantes e quase todas do mesmo tamanho. Para chegar onde se entra no mar tem que descer uma escada que vai passando pelos bares e lojas&amp;nbsp;construídos&amp;nbsp;na pedra, favela-carioca-style. La embaixo tem uma caverna por onde os surfistas entram e saem das&amp;nbsp;sessões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu7ad49_YE4/ToQiNtnebgI/AAAAAAAADX8/9UZe7LgIODc/s1600/surf14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu7ad49_YE4/ToQiNtnebgI/AAAAAAAADX8/9UZe7LgIODc/s320/surf14.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os bares&amp;nbsp;são&amp;nbsp;todos estrategicamente virados para o mar e em&amp;nbsp;vários&amp;nbsp;niveis, do topo ate em cima de uma pedra mais perto do surf. Em Uluwatu os surfistas contratam&amp;nbsp;fotógrafos&amp;nbsp;locais que ficam com suas objetivas gigantescas&amp;nbsp;só&amp;nbsp;pegando as melhores manobras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OF90WkIA4_g/ToQiOzIQ4RI/AAAAAAAADYA/K03ASoX3Law/s1600/surf15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OF90WkIA4_g/ToQiOzIQ4RI/AAAAAAAADYA/K03ASoX3Law/s320/surf15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;minha lente nao eh objetiva, mas consegui algumas fotos :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7T4wosgZpls/ToQiQKB3vyI/AAAAAAAADYE/A6B4891LK5w/s1600/surf16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7T4wosgZpls/ToQiQKB3vyI/AAAAAAAADYE/A6B4891LK5w/s320/surf16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jyY5iaptBYc/ToQiRU9xlbI/AAAAAAAADYI/koOZzKiqsZo/s1600/surf17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jyY5iaptBYc/ToQiRU9xlbI/AAAAAAAADYI/koOZzKiqsZo/s320/surf17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da para ficar o dia inteiro so olhando os surfistas e tomando um suco refrescante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqYgyFryXWY/ToQiSxHB2MI/AAAAAAAADYM/mfB19qnUXRg/s1600/surf18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqYgyFryXWY/ToQiSxHB2MI/AAAAAAAADYM/mfB19qnUXRg/s320/surf18.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou uma cervejinha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-9192113291443140573?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/9192113291443140573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=9192113291443140573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/9192113291443140573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/9192113291443140573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/bali-5-surf.html' title='Bali (5) Surf'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEPutFk4yo0/ToQh5NsNtAI/AAAAAAAADXI/J2y68UClwLM/s72-c/surf1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-5759163794654807589</id><published>2011-09-29T01:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T01:30:01.549-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Bali (4) Seminyak</title><content type='html'>Depois de 3 dias em Ubud voltamos para a praia, dessa vez em Seminyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes um pouquinho mais de Ubud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDUJT1xZYWU/ToMM_e28hqI/AAAAAAAADWY/Aax1-Nbh2Og/s1600/bali47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDUJT1xZYWU/ToMM_e28hqI/AAAAAAAADWY/Aax1-Nbh2Og/s320/bali47.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;artesanato&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfzFdlLyjDk/ToMNBbntg3I/AAAAAAAADWc/ijjuAQShZHs/s1600/bali48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfzFdlLyjDk/ToMNBbntg3I/AAAAAAAADWc/ijjuAQShZHs/s320/bali48.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;saida da escola. TODAS as meninas de tranca no cabelo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iy_9ueGUh3c/ToMNPqNClzI/AAAAAAAADWg/d4G0boLCnFY/s1600/bali52.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iy_9ueGUh3c/ToMNPqNClzI/AAAAAAAADWg/d4G0boLCnFY/s320/bali52.bmp" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mulheres na construcao civil.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho visitamos 2 templos. Primeiro o Taman Ayun com suas varias torres, bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-ZrhQ-mjA0/ToMNSQq86aI/AAAAAAAADWk/CBoX1FpMsLU/s1600/bali53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-ZrhQ-mjA0/ToMNSQq86aI/AAAAAAAADWk/CBoX1FpMsLU/s320/bali53.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf_A27b7cAk/ToMNWrZL9II/AAAAAAAADWo/6eYVFBQg9Nk/s1600/bali56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf_A27b7cAk/ToMNWrZL9II/AAAAAAAADWo/6eYVFBQg9Nk/s320/bali56.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;guia falando em russo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois fomos ao Tanah lot, um complexo de templos na praia. Os templos ficam em cima de pedras ou no topo do penhasco. Com a mare seca da para ver as varias cavernas em volta e ate uma perda furada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RUIkPGV-Dk/ToMNYwHHpuI/AAAAAAAADWs/2jFoQZ13o4A/s1600/bali57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RUIkPGV-Dk/ToMNYwHHpuI/AAAAAAAADWs/2jFoQZ13o4A/s320/bali57.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kazeFNWFJPQ/ToMNiuiHctI/AAAAAAAADWw/HRRd03G8mnE/s1600/bali58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kazeFNWFJPQ/ToMNiuiHctI/AAAAAAAADWw/HRRd03G8mnE/s320/bali58.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos a Seminyak uma cidade de praia com resorts, vilas de casas, pousadas, hoteis, muitos restaurantes e lojas. E muitos turistas, claro. Aqui tem 2 avenidas principais e varias ruas adjacentes pequenas, um labirinto. Quase todo gringo aluga uma scooter, andar por aqui nao eh tarefa facil, as calcadas sao ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk6KPnpOI_s/ToMNwK-bpwI/AAAAAAAADW4/ichsUKfAvOQ/s1600/bali60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk6KPnpOI_s/ToMNwK-bpwI/AAAAAAAADW4/ichsUKfAvOQ/s320/bali60.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;downtown seminyak&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uTYjnOVgPk/ToMNsOgqjBI/AAAAAAAADW0/Cntwg_glhvY/s1600/bali59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uTYjnOVgPk/ToMNsOgqjBI/AAAAAAAADW0/Cntwg_glhvY/s320/bali59.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;rua de vilas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rTuWQ2DPyk/ToMN3V_bGWI/AAAAAAAADXE/2SYztemNORw/s1600/bali65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rTuWQ2DPyk/ToMN3V_bGWI/AAAAAAAADXE/2SYztemNORw/s320/bali65.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;parece uma construcao, mas eh um restaurante modernoso&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A praia aqui eh de areia preta, a agua eh fria, e as ondas sao boas para o surf. Na areia tem varias barraquinhas com cadeiras para deitar e curtir o sol. Ficamos um tempo no Kudeta, um restaurante na beira da praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqYTf2IV9Rg/ToMNyUCokwI/AAAAAAAADW8/UCclBZXC8wg/s1600/bali63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqYTf2IV9Rg/ToMNyUCokwI/AAAAAAAADW8/UCclBZXC8wg/s320/bali63.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9_HDYjE4W8/ToMN0F5jSHI/AAAAAAAADXA/cPwMdz6T6tU/s1600/bali64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9_HDYjE4W8/ToMN0F5jSHI/AAAAAAAADXA/cPwMdz6T6tU/s320/bali64.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-5759163794654807589?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5759163794654807589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=5759163794654807589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5759163794654807589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/5759163794654807589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/bali-4-seminyak.html' title='Bali (4) Seminyak'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDUJT1xZYWU/ToMM_e28hqI/AAAAAAAADWY/Aax1-Nbh2Og/s72-c/bali47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-7109484268968173576</id><published>2011-09-28T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:54:07.627-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambia'/><title type='text'>Guest post: Devil's Pool pelo Nick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este eh o relato da experiencia do Nick na&lt;a href="http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/devils-pool-zambia.html"&gt; Devil's Pool&lt;/a&gt;. Aproveitem!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Num momento de bravura impulsiva, inspirado nos feitos do Dr Livingstone, I presume, aceitei acompanhar a Karine no passeio para Devils Pool na beira da queda Victoria Falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pegamos a lancha no Royal Livingstone Hotel, junto com 2 casais de Espanhois. Ao chegar na Livingstone Island o guia perguntou quem nao ia participar da nadada, que nadada ? pensei levantando a mao ! Ao perceber que mais ninguem ia levantar a mao disfarcei uma coceira na cabeca e fiquei na minha. O guia batizou a nossa equipe de “nadadores fortes” novamente fiquei calado !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Logo ja estava nadando feito um poodle fugindo do crocodilo, em direcao o rio acima sem avancar nada, a correnteza levava em direcao a queda, puta que pariu ! Depois do maior esforco que ja fiz dento da agua, chegou a ilhota, que alivio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi mostrado o Devils Pool, teremos que pular, virando no ar para sair na foto oficial e deixar a correnteza levar ate a beira ! Facil, facil. Quem vai primeiro ? O dedo comprido do guia local apontou logo para o gringao branco, aquele que o barulho dos joelhos batendo um no outro ofuscava o ruido da queda da agua, isso mesmo: Eu !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora fiquei sem opcao, nao podia amarelar na frente dos Espanhois, seria humilhante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De tanto desejo de nao descolar meus pes do chao solido e me atirar na corenteza em direcao ao precipicio, o meu salto foi pifio, acabei batendo na rocha logo abaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No foto oficial tenho aparencia de muito frio, mas o motivo real era o ranger dos dentes, o corpo duro era puro panico ! A sequencia da proxima tortura era para ficar de barriga acima do muro de pedra, que separa o Devils Pool do precipicio, fazendo pose de aviaozinho com a aqua correndo do lado e acima de voce,&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e confiando no guia segurando os tornozelos. Nesta altura qualquer farsa de heroi desapareceu, confessei mesmo, de que alem de ser um pessimo nadador de um estilo so (cachorrada), um amarelao, ainda sofreu de uma vertigem repentina !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo isso foi testemunhado pelos turistas do outro lado do canyon no Parque do lado do Zimbabwe, espero que nao apareca no YouTube!&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Porque se olhar de perto, no meio da agua cristalina tem um fio meio marromzado justamente quando eu estou na Devils Pool !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois da nadada de volta, tomamos um cafe da manha com&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;bacon and eggs numa barraca no Livingstone Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi so a tarde quando tomamos um cha no Hotel Royal Livingstone que percebi que o rio estava infestado de Hipopotomos. Karine tambem me informou que a media estatistica eh de 1 acidente fatal por ano fazendo esse passeio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fora isso foi lindo Maravilhoso !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora e so relaxar em Bali com massagens, e recuperar a corragem por mais adventuras adrenalinados que Karine promete em Novo Zealandia !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xWGiTnO7Uew/ToHdvot2PwI/AAAAAAAADWU/SEzTGsqeLe8/s1600/zambia39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xWGiTnO7Uew/ToHdvot2PwI/AAAAAAAADWU/SEzTGsqeLe8/s320/zambia39.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tenso!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14344149-7109484268968173576?l=cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7109484268968173576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14344149&amp;postID=7109484268968173576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/7109484268968173576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14344149/posts/default/7109484268968173576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernotiahelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/guest-post-devils-pool-pelo-nick.html' title='Guest post: Devil&apos;s Pool pelo Nick'/><author><name>Kaká</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639344274365723124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N92caZcYkuI/SDWwf_Kt5jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RfoO73yvggM/S220/gravatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xWGiTnO7Uew/ToHdvot2PwI/AAAAAAAADWU/SEzTGsqeLe8/s72-c/zambia39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14344149.post-1678880806476100720</id><published>2011-09-27T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:14:27.109-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>Bali (3) Batur e Jatiluwhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQvVnnq91Cg/ToE46cF9JFI/AAAAAAAADVs/P5GNlWvsNvs/s1600/bali33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQvVnnq91Cg/ToE46cF9JFI/AAAAAAAADVs/P5GNlWvsNvs/s320/bali33.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;com nuvem no topo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Monte Batur eh um vulcao ativo no centro de Bali, e o lago de Batur eh o maior da ilha. A primeira erupcao documentada do vulcao foi em 1804 e a ultima em 2000. Um dos passeio eh fazer um trekking ate o topo do vulcao e ver o sol nascer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c12OhtMg9dg/ToE4tTjbb_I/AAAAAAAADVM/bS3SQilrdqw/s1600/bali24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c12OhtMg9dg/ToE4tTjbb_I/AAAAAAAADVM/bS3SQilrdqw/s320/bali24.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ainda escuro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao, levantei as 2 da madrugada e fui com um casal de canadenses e o guia ate o pe do vulcao (40km de Ubud). Chegando la conhecemos o guia local que nos deu lanternas e uma comidinha para comecar a escalada, as 4 da manha, junto com os outros grupos. O guia local nem precisa de lanterna, ele vai andando no escuro, sem olhar para o chao, incrivel! Eu precisei de muita luz para ver onde pisava. Nao eh uma caminhada dificil, mas eh cansativa na subida, que eh ingreme, e um pouco perigosa porque tem muita areia e cascalho para escorregar. Escalar a noite eh bom para quem tem medo de altura, voce olha para baixo e nao ve nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lv5MQGBFxv4/ToE4rqxJk_I/AAAAAAAADVI/Ds9QAaEnLF4/s1600/bali23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lv5MQGBFxv4/ToE4rqxJk_I/AAAAAAAADVI/Ds9QAaEnLF4/s320/bali23.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&
