With the signing of the armistice proclaiming the end of World War II, the Americans were in a hurry to go back home. The world from now on went in peace, they found themselves with a set of useless not to say cumbersome military equipments. In the middle of a beach, east from Luganville, they built a bridge then brought trucks, cranes and jeeps and jettisoned them. Before definitively going home, they exploded the bridge leaving a submarine junkyard behind them, the « Million Dollar Point ». And nowadays, we can dive on this heap of concretion-covered scrap iron. This time, a weird, off-the-beaten-track dive.
Keyword - colonial remains -
Saturday 11 October 2008
the underwater junkyard of Million Dollar Point
By dorian on Saturday 11 October 2008, 09:12 - RTW2-Vanuatu
Saturday 8 December 2007
The ruins of San Ignacio Mini
By dorian on Saturday 8 December 2007, 09:58 - RTW-Argentina
The ruins of the Jesuit missions of San Ignacio Mini which enhance on the UNESCO World Heritage list are unfortunately located too close to the Iguazu falls to appreciate the true value of them. The view of the waterfalls, yesterday, was such a rush of emotions that it's better to plan a break to recover and to have again the capacity of marveling. Within this context, the ruins of San Ignacio won't leave me a great memory even if the lovers of colonial architecture remains will spend a lovely visit in this place not really invaded by the tourists.
Tuesday 4 December 2007
In the sweet Argentinian capital city
By dorian on Tuesday 4 December 2007, 18:13 - RTW-Argentina
I arrive in Argentina with a few clichés in my mind: football, tango and meat. My first steps in Buenos Aires will prove me that a trip in Argentina is not only these 3 words.
However, it's true that here, the football is a religion and Diego Maradona is a legend. As such, I quickly learned I didn't have to say his name and it was better to call him "El Diego". It's true as well that a part of Buenos Aires lives at the rate of the milongas where we can watch or learn how to dance the Argentinian tango. A sensual and complex dance. It's still true we can enjoy a thick steak which covers the three-quarters of the plate without paying out more than 5 euros. But it's not for these clichés we like Buenos Aires but for its lively, fiesta-like and epicurean atmosphere. For its smiling and warm-hearted inhabitants. I don't really like the cities in general but I like Buenos Aires.
During an afternoon, I go to the Bombonera stadium to share the deep passion of the Boca Juniors supporters. A seething atmosphere where the bleachers tremble and the singings resound.
I wander about the San Telmo and Micro Centro districts where European architecture and rushing people match. I escape a little bit further for a colourful stroll in the "El caminito" symbolic street of the Boca district. An extract of Argentinian culture.
Waiting for heading to the Iguazu falls, in the northeast of the country, I go to enjoy a savoury steak in a black pepper sauce. A necessary fill-up of proteins to intensely live a 20-h bus trip.
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