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Heinz Rainer


Last Updated: 12/8/2009

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Age: 55
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Saturday, November 28, 2009 
Saturday, November 07, 2009 


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Wednesday, November 04, 2009 

Current mood:  adventurous
Category: Parties and Nightlife



This was a spectacular event on Denver 16th Mall St.
Ghouls, Zombies everywhere !
Passengers of the free Mall ride bus got their shock of life when
Zombies and Ghouls moved on them whilst riding unsuspecting
on the bus.

 
Friday, October 23, 2009 
Tuesday, October 13, 2009 


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHIwAG1Uiqo

Music Virtuoso plays in Styrian Capital

Saturday, August 16, 2008 

Current mood:  argumentative
Category: Blogging

Tibet - China



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All throughout my travels in China and Tibet have I never came across any brawl
between ethnic Chinese and Tibetan people.I found there was peaceful coexistence amongst ethnic Tibetans and Han Chinese people.On one of my journeys however I came across certain individuals whose mission was very dubious indeed. Their claim to work as volunteers for an American N.G.O. was not accurate.I say this because they revealed to me that they are aiding Tibetan exiles to slip back from the Indian part of the Himalayas, walking over hundreds of miles in mountainous areas.What happens is that China critics are being smuggled into Tibet and cause dissent and political upheaval.Who is to suffer as a result? It is those foreigners and Tourists who have good intentions. Tibet is all full of laughing faces, the hearts of Tibetans are pure.Whatever the political implications are, we as foreigners should not dabble in their politics.
We need to rethink our policies of interfering in other sovereign Nations affairs.There is much to be cleaned in our own backyards.



Wednesday, July 30, 2008 


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oldest printinghouse in Tibet

Saturday, May 24, 2008 

Current mood:  contemplative
The King Cobra moved swiftly, sensing danger. 18.45 pm in the paddies, people still in the fields.
It was early for her, moving at this time. Hunger the prime reason, looking for smaller relatives.
When the eyes of the local inhabitants locate her, the drama has begun.
Within a flash of a second, its head erect, threatening with a hissing sound she indicates her aggressiveness.
For a Cobra that is hungry is also dangerous, her poison sac ful with deadly venom.
A King 's bite can take out 7000 rabbits at one go. No joke if your are the unlucky victim.

Within seconds the locals have surrounded her, sticks and machetes ready.

Her fate is sealed, 2.7 meters of tempting snake flesh is a treat noone will miss in these parts of the world.

For reasons of secency I will not include the graphic scenes that engulf at the moment of her last fight.

The picture speaks a thousand words, more pictures I took but can not be published here.



The death of the King Cobra, ultimate serpent in Asia's wilderness.
Truly a King of the jungle, Naja Naja.

It is sad to see a beautiful creature ending up this way.

My own reflections.

Life in the paddies

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Sunday, May 18, 2008 


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Wednesday, April 16, 2008 


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Tuesday, January 22, 2008 

Category: Blogging
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Tuesday, May 29, 2007 

Category: Travel and Places


..I depart from Mandiana customs check point in the afternoon and hit the road towards Niani. Without a proper map (as there is none) the road is not clearly marked, especially its condition. To my astonishment I find it in much better condition than the ones I got used to since entering Guinea.

At 40-50 mph this seems a real highway to me. A few checkpoints on the way, nothing spectacular, the usual 'pay 'n drive' method works well here.

The scenery has changed into complete Savannah now. Grasslands and scrubs, solitary Baobab trees, but no more the dense tropical jungle.
Life in these areas is dreadful, no running water, no electricity, as in dark ages. People though can adapt to any condition that is put upon them.
We reach Niani at night close to 19 hours P.M. and my fuel is close to nil. Of course Niani, the border town must be having fuel, or so I think. What I finally find is not the usual filling station.
After crossing the town, which is not much of a settlement, I am directed to the 'station'. I can not somehow forget this scene, it is another milestone on a long road through Africa.
I find a petroleum lit grass hut, crooked stems serve as poles, a straw covered roof. The fuel is all filled in beer bottles of 0.7 ltrs, lined up in a row on front of the 'gas station'. If it were not for the acute shortage, I would laugh at this, but now I realize I have no choice, for after Niani there is a 100 miles nothing except bush and unknown territory.
So I fill a 50 bottles of 'beer' gas, its price almost double inflated to the normal rate. I do not even want to look for food, for I know I have to continue to Mali tonight. So I leave, with a unforgettable memory in place.
The evening brings some cool air, I sense the mighty river nearby. And when I reach the bonfire that is lit near the main road I recognize the Guinean border guards who camp here.
To describe this would take another chapter, however this is an entry / exit point and I must say the guards are the friendliest I ever found in Guinea. The exit stamp in my passport, i carry on, the dark road passing through the middle of the bush, beside the river.
Driving carefully in the dark, against my mentors advice, I focus my full attention on the rough road ahead of me. 
The river Sankarani I cant see, as it is dark, but to me it is more a lake than a river. Floating gently, but mightily. A build up to the mighty dam that feeds three quarters of Mali with electricity, the Barrage de Selingui. A gigantic project as I am to see later on. A premonition overcomes me I can't explain why, but I slow down my vehicle to a mere 10 mph. I cannot see the road ahead of me, and the high beams are not helping much either. I notice the concrete structure that stands in the dark was once a bride crossing a creek beneath. Now, the bridge has been washed away, and I am standing 6 meters over the creek that floats beneath under it. In the darkness I maneuver the car back and find a diversion I passed minutes ago, leading to the creek's bottom. The normal type of vehicle would not be able to drive through this makeshift road, but I manage to cross the waters which aren't deep surprisingly and climb up the other side to continue my journey.
The road turns to the left and leads into pure grassland, with bumps shaking us to the brink. In the distance a see a shimmering light, a line decorated with obsolete plastic carrier bags in all colors indicate a further check point. No one in sight, in the middle of the Savannah. I blow my horn. It is now 20 hours and I still have to make headway, I force myself. After a few minutes a customs guy appears and tells me the border is closed for tonight, from his uniform I can see we have reached the Malian customs.

I beg, a common way of getting things done in these parts, to let me pass, as I have pressing business in Bamako. After consultation for which he disappears back into the dark, he reappears and removes the rope that serves as a barrier. We cross the line and follow him, guiding us to a shelter build from grass, roots and pieces of logs. The papers I am asked to submit. He disappears into the hut, and I wait. 5 minutes, 10 minutes pass. After 15 minutes I follow him and see three customs officials inspecting my 'international vaccination card'.
I am asked if all my vaccinations are in order, which I confirm. Something they must find, and in my case they ask me for a valid 'Vaccination contre Meningitis' as you guess right the vaccination against Meningitis is what delays my departure. 5000 CFA change their hands and I carry on through the night.

next episode : night in the bush



Tuesday, May 29, 2007 

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Beyla to Kankan.

In a world without rules except that of nature we must expect anything. The morning we leave the area of Beyla we face the next stretch of bad road, and see the same old scenery of rain forest, by now a regular sight. Long, unbelievable potholes slow us down and make our journey a hell, once again. My heart always jumps at the sight of a pothole which is as large as a swimming pool, though not as deep, which turns out to be our Savior. We make it slowly through the forests, the roads in unbelievable condition, slightly better than in Roman times. Sometimes driving at 10 mph, I think how long it will take me to reach Kankan, today's final destination. No time to stop for a rest, just to get out of this jungle is my only thought, for I am slowly but steadily getting tired of this menacing place. I cannot see the beauty of the forest, the sometimes appearing rice paddies. It is getting stale to my eyes, I am possessed by one thought, to get out finally and find my truck and passengers.

I reach the French Cotton plantation with the ginnery in the afternoon and I know that I am not far from my destination. Another checkpoint at the entrance of Kankan, this time much more subtle than in the southern part of the country. Tired and completely slugged out I pay and pass through till I enter the city of Kankan, the largest in the north of Guinea.

At the time the Renault truck left its home, one agreement was struck. When nothing is heard for 3 weeks - meet us in Kankan. Neither knew anything about the city, the sheer size would indicate that some facilities are available. A decent Hotel, shower, AC, this is what I long for after days of driving through uninhabitable territory. Sometimes you feel like an explorer, for many hours not a soul on the road. What a view to see people, moving in cars, going after their business, shops, marketenders, the whole lot. Joy comes up and the thought of a hot bath does the rest.

When I roll into the town, I am overcome by some deja vu. No one can explain this. And I know that in this remote city I will come across something that I expect to find here. The exhaust system has suffered greatly on the road, and during the last 100 km a bolder has ripped of the muffler. The sound of the car is like a stockcar in the great price of Indiana. I find the first mechanic welder and he does the job in minutes. When I ask for directions to the next hotel, I am guided through the city's only main road. Hotel Bate is not far away, I am told.

The main square comes close, and I slow down instinctively, as always to be watchful not to hit anyone crossing the dusty main street, a self protecting measure. For the unlucky one that hits a jaywalker could be lynched if he is unlucky. My luck has brought me through all the perils and dangers one can face. I search the streets carefully, the roads to see a familiar face. Nothing has crossed my eyes so far. When we reach the main communication center with the telecom office and huge transmission tower, I suddenly hear my name being shouted from across the street, the familiar voice is all to known. I have found my employee who comes to me and hugs me like a long lost brother, and I can understand the emotion. Finally we are reunited, after nearly 4 weeks of uncertainty, anxious moments have come to an end. We are in Kankan, Guinea, after all, the city where we have planned to meet....

Next : The relaxation, and retrieval of the vehicle.....

Tuesday, May 29, 2007 

Category: Travel and Places

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Mandiana to Niani, Guinea

During the night I feel tense. The devastating effect of the heat radiating from the uncovered Aluminum roof that covers my shabby Hotel room is having its effect. It leaves me drenched in sweat, a torture; unwanted Sauna in the tropics.

I know my car is parked in the unsecured, open yard of the compound that has one watchman who I can't trust. I have my emergency cash stuffed in a pillow I use to support my back from the steady bumps along the horrible road that crosses Guinea from the south to the north, a thousand kilometers full.

Every now and then I toss myself, restless, from one side to the other, trying to find the best sleeping position, in vain. At 3 AM I glance at my watch, lighting my Communicator which serves as a torch, and word processor. I hear a disturbing noise, I am certain from the car, outside the room, parked at a distance of 6-7 meters away. My mind is fully alert, I notice the strange sounds, like someone attempting to open the locks. At the moment you are paralyzed, thinking of the dangers that accompany any attempt in a lawless place such as this, to challenge an intruder

I struggle to my feet, Nokia in hand, still powered, slowly tapping to the door, unlocking it, and I open it in a sudden move. I glance at my car, nothing unusual. The noise has stopped at this moment.

Puzzled, I move towards the vehicle in the dark, the whole town lies in darkness, no source of electricity powers any part of this mining place.

Suddenly the noise again starts, coming from my left. The LED light of my communicator is not strong and I see a movement, about  meters apart from where I stand. A torchlight is lit and its beam cuts towards me. I hear the voice of a man and a woman speaking in French. When I finally realize I begin to relax.

A man and a woman standing in front of their 'Hotel room', attempting to kick start the motorbike they use. Here in the middle of Mandiana, a couple had rented a room to find some privacy. He apologizes for the noise and soon they continue before I return back to my room, relieved and exhausted.

This particular scene is always in my memory, it shows that even here, in the last corner of civilization, people are basically the same. I try to catch some sleep, the ambient temperature has dropped now with the morning dew settling on the roof, I am finally dozing off.

.............Mandiana Customs Officials, the arrangement ...next episode.  .

Tuesday, May 29, 2007 

Category: Travel and Places