The Orinoco as it passes through Ciudad Bolivar Since we have a personal TV with a lot of movies to devour, transoceanic flights are no longer as heavy as they used to be. On December 25, I decided to change the cava and nougat for a 16-day trip to Venezuela. The chosen airline was Air France and with a connection in Paris I arrived in Caracas after being horrified with The Hangover 2, trying to understand a strange combination between Viking mythology, parallel worlds and the United States in the Thor movie and entertaining myself with series like Two and a half men and others.
Children playing in a public park in Bangalore Bangalore is constantly evolving. According to my flight partner on the plane that took me from Chennai to Colombo in Sri Lanka, Bangalore a couple or three decades ago was a green city, a lung in southern India where the inhabitants of Chennai were going to spend their deserved Rest away from the busy city.
Marina of Birgu (Vittoriosa) in Malta (c) Avistu Let's not get confused with the title of the article, Malta is a country and an island, but it is not the only island in the country. Gozo and Comino, in order of size, are the other two main islands of the Malta archipelago (that is, the country). And as I had already told you about what to see in Comino and Gozo, today I will talk about what to see in Malta (the island, not the country) and I will focus on a fishing village, an ex-parade capital, prehistory and a Comic hero of flesh and blood.
The island of San Giulio is located inside Lake Orta in the Italian region of Piedmont. The lake, one of the smallest and most enclosed in the sub-alpine area of the country, is undoubtedly one of Italy's most well-kept secrets. The island is just 400 meters away from the coast of the lake and mostly houses a seminary of Benedictine monks in the old tower of a castle.
Generally, tourist buses tend to be a good idea if we go just in time and cannot visit the city on foot. Truly, Dublin is an easy city to know on foot. In one day we can quietly stroll through its most characteristic places. However, whether due to disability, curiosity or lack of time, we can always come up with the idea of getting on board one of the green buses that run through the city and see it from above without having to walk.
When I left Stansted's little train last Saturday, which takes you from the place where you leave the plane to the terminal itself, I found such a queue in front of the counters, which reached the platform, which foreshadowed a long wait before be able to show the passport to the duty officer.