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Again to Kodagu

Tomorrow we are going to kodagu again 

"Daffodils"

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
            That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
           A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
          And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
          Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
          Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
          In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
         In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
         Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.



     William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

Roz Savage, Ocean Rower

while a British woman is uploading nightly blog posts from her satellite phone while rowing solo from Hawaii to Australia,

Roz Savage is a British ocean rower, author, motivational speaker and environmental campaigner. After 11 years as a management consultant, she embarked on a new life of adventure by rowing 3,000 miles across the Atlantic. Her unlikely transformation from office worker to ocean rower, described with humor and soul-baring honesty in her blogs, captivated a worldwide audience. Roz is now attempting to become the first woman to row solo across the Pacific. Click here

Michael Jackson

News week magazines front page with Michael jackson's pic

Heinz Stucke - The man who wanted to see it all

In search of adventure and with the desire to see something of the world, I started my tour around the globe in August 1960, from my home town of Hovelhof - Germany. I was 20. 17,000 Km and 20 countries later I was back home but not for long. From November, 1962, up to the present day I have been cycling and travelling non-stop...Click Here

Khasab Oman

DRIVING along a rocky red cliff, with deep canyons yawning below, one could be forgiven for mistaking this rugged place for Utah. But this is the Musandam Peninsula of Oman, an Arabian land of pristine seas, jagged peaks and, for the moment, few tourists. But its proximity to booming Dubai, just two hours south, and a modern road means more development is on its way.

Separated from the rest of Oman by the United Arab Emirates, the mountainous land juts out like a ship’s prow into the Strait of Hormuz, which links the Persian Gulf and the Gulf of Oman. The contrast with its oil-rich neighbor is visible as soon as you cross the border. Construction cranes and cement factories give way to a smooth two-lane highway hugging the calm gulf waters. The road winds past date plantations and small villages that extend back into wadis, deep limestone valleys carved by seasonal floods over millenniums.

Humpback dolphins can be easily spotted in the aquamarine waters of the fjordlike bays.