Traveling with Moloch (4)

THE MOLOCH: INSTRUCTIONS FOR USE (Travels with the Moloch / 4 Stake)
Each of us remembers his own way of life's experiences. When traveling, there are those who barely holds the names, who remembers instead the meetings, who internalizes situations and who finally - and perhaps most - you bring it home, a mo 'inner postcards, pictures of places that most impressed him. The Moloch is the only person known to me that not only incorporates all these variants - such as a hard disk drive from unlimited memory, in which all information is boxed in files - but in addition it has a prodigious memory topography, which is not common thing.
He reason valleys, canyons, cliffs, orographic basins, creeks and urban grids, which makes hoarding was compulsively, like a true connoisseur, being able to print them in the head a map of the region in less than no time at all. Yesterday, for instance, I got distracted for a moment - he is the driver in the car, I try to make the browser - and the juggernaut has now embarked on a dirt road several miles long and dusty, just to see if he could provide an alternative access to the beach Pattara. There was no need, because we had already been at the beach, but the temptation was too good. For Sandro, in fact, the unknown topography has no right to exist: every dirt road is a temptation, a promise every crossroads, every line drawn by bulldozers (or man) is an unmissable opportunity to master the knowledge of a place. It 'a philosophy that has advantages - scoviamo fact of the places that sometimes even the locals know - but it is also true that no mayor in any country of the world there has never awarded an honorary citizenship, and never made us the Michelin tribute a Loyalty Award. In addition, we sorbitol of memorable treks that the undersigned, in his inveterate laziness holiday, you would easily saved. In fact, reproach them to him, to Moloch, whenever there is among us a showdown. This does happen, usually every three or four days.
I always tell him to Moloch that if he postulated a place to 'ANAS, they would at least Director General Plenipotentiary for the paths or roads. And I'm surprised that the Ministry of Public Works of the various countries he visited did not update in real-time on their projects. Why would know certainly provide them with useful information that can improve the rationality and usefulness of the road layouts. His knowledge, moreover, are not volatile like mine, that I forget the name of the old girlfriends. Not him, he is remembered today for interruptions on the dirt road that goes from Douz in Tunisia Ksar Ghilane - you indicate on the paper, with an approximation to the maximum of a few kilometers - and they would also go to any city and find with your eyes closed or nearly the hotel where it was ten years ago. A monster, in short, that can annichilirti or get on my nerves, depending on how you run.
In the picture you have in order: the juggernaut that runs through the canyon of the fearless Karakay River, between the beach of Kemer and Pattara, and the demon Moloch posing struggling with the Chimeras on the heights of Cirali, close Kumluca.
















I was expecting two brave journalists Rai would spend their holidays in places a little 'less vacationers type Aleppo or some unknown corner of Mali. But no matter, I also like these posts because you do not talk about cooking.
I appreciate very much, my dear Orlando, the fact that the summer makes you less Furious than usual. And do not worry, you will follow me from Aleppo - first of Network and then on TV - from the end of August, inch Allah. Be further advised that Sandro, my current traveling companion, not a journalist. He is the Moloch ...
I humbly apologize for having to Sandro thought he was a journalist.
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