Niagara Malls

Few weeks back I was lucky enough to visit this magical place. It has a rich history taking us millennia back in time, when first human arrived on the coast of lake, named it Ontario and build a shiny new casino buildings and malls around with all the dazzling lust of neon lights. It would be just another plain casino village like Las Vegas or Monte Carlo, but that was the time, when something extraordinary happened. Folks arrived to the Niagara and looked from the lame rip-off of Toronto tower realizing: ‘There is missing some shiit, mate!’ ‘Let’s build a huge ass fountain, man!’ ‘Wow, wow, man, so sorry to say something else, but how ‘bout waterfall?’ ‘OMG mate, waterfalls are lit af!’ Than they gobbled few bagels and got to work.

I swear it’s not Toronto

With big probability that’s how boring casino village become famous almost overnight by just adding some falling water into this unoriginal idea of how to legally steal from people. Since than the VLTs are spinning like back wheels of BMW in winter and people come here everyday to become little bit more poor than before.

If you’re lucky enough to be here in summer and few coins had left in your wallet, you can purchase fairytale cruise under the waterfalls to get yourself little wet. Otherwise you’ll have to sweat at roulette table with 25$ on red to get some action.

This lovely places for sure promises lot of drama stories worth at least one episode of cheap telenovela. Especially when you watch elderly ladies fight over a champagne glass until one drops her fake teeth into it (#truestory). But in advance I assure you, if you are not tourist lover and you think black jack is 22, you probably won’t have so much fun.

And on that terrible disappointment is time to end (sorry GT) this absolutely historically correct and hate-free post. Peace

Liberec x Juárez x Toronto

Hardly anyone could make the same comparison and there’s not actually much reasons for anyone to do so. But let me try to show you what can you expect on the journey from small European town through warm desert city into freezing agglomeration on the coast of Ontario lake. You can learn much on the way and look into each city by my particular experience.

To make this more weird let’s make every location a personality. Even though I have just one month since meeting with sir Toronto, who has certain amount of style and elegancy and series of bad habits, I will start with his complex character. He’s around his forties (officially 183, but being human..) on the peak of his career with strong self confidence. His persona shares knowledge of variety of cultures and doesn’t brag about it. Schedule of sir Toronto is tight and for lack of time it’s not easy to care about all the aspects of life. He wakes up early into freezing winter and eat an unrealistic amount of bagels for quick breakfast (understand commuters from GTA). Through the day, there’s nothing but work, breaking news (which are not breaking) and loads of coffee. After work he goes to meet couple friends for a quick pint and then relax on the sofa in his two apartment house, which he kindly rent for great amount of money to an immigrant. Thinking about party falls asleep. On the weekends he could go skiing but more usually he just visit friends about which he’s not sure if they still exist.

With señor Juárez it’s much more complicated relationship, since I actually never lived on my own, thanks to my lovely girlfriend and her awesome parents. But that doesn’t mean we didn’t have the pleasure to shake hands. Señor Juárez just recently went back from a rehab and it’s going well for him. Everything started to be more optimistic, he found more friends and also international attention is more positive. He works in food truck and his food is legendary all over the world, which he’s spectacularly proud of. His daily routine is wild just went it comes to traffic, otherwise he’s calm as newly born lamb. He knows that he has to work hard to get something, but he loves it, because he does it for his family. When he’s not at work this Mexican gentleman spends time with his beautiful wife and three kids watching telenovelas or making one for real or with his cousins sipping Tecate in the warm desert winds. The weekends are wild and there’s hardly anyone who wouldn’t notice nonchalant moves and loud singing of this guy in the club.

This one is tough, I know this guy for more than 20 years so I can’t go easy on him. Liberec is just an immature brat who got his wealth too young and now he found out that his piggy bank is not what is use to be. These days, he’s just trying to find alternative ways how to get back on the horse so he can compare with much more mature Prague. It’s not a fair fight and this guy will never admit that there’s actually one. His relationships across the boarders are going well for him and he’s trying to put on face of well traveled man in his mid 30′s. But so far it looks like a grim when 23 y.o. takes a selfie in trashing hangover. There are signs on well thought activities but some of them just feel like he forget what is their purpose. Recently he got addicted to wild flavours of expensive coffee and his look changed toward hipster youngsters trying to cover his unfashionable steps from the past. His daily routine varies by the activity he just recently discovered. But he never forget about sport. He breathes for it, dress for it and wears it with certain amount of style which is cool if you’re on vacation in eastern Europe.

Living side by side with these guys made me realize how important is to travel and change air. It’s healthy and fun way how to find out what truly matters. It sounds like a cliché, but that doesn't make it any less truth. No matter where you are you should surround yourself with healthy minded people which brings joy into your life. If you stay open you’ll find loads of them anywhere, even though it will take more time on some places and it gets you so far of your comfort zone that it’s hardly visible. (#seas-mamon-part)

It was fun meeting these dudes more in person and I can’t wait to meet my next dude. Which is going to be? That’s a surprise for everybody. Stay tuned.

Move, bitch!

Yep, I needed a killer headline for a post after almost a year, no offense. I have to excuse this blog break - first of all, I didn’t feel the need to write about all the exciting stuff that happened and second of all I was pretty busy.

If I will summarize it into one sentence: It was awesome! But that tells you hardly anything. I’ll put it here in straight facts:

2 months in summer blazed Europe with my girl (video down somewhere)

2 months of work in __STROY - new projects, exciting shit

Getting the opportunity to work in Spain with app developing studio

1 month in Mexico with my beauty - top yea

Losing the opportunity to work in Spain with app developing studio

1 month of work in __STROY - more excitement about motion

Celebrating holidays in Mexico - awesome stuff, I should write about it

Moving to Toronto, Canada for work in motion graphics full time

When I put it like this, it’s kinda robotic expression of how it went. I can put into my history book and bore people around with it. But trust me, this year changed a hell out of my attitude. I can pin point some of the most amazing ones. Down..

Flying is not so much fun anymore. Spending 12 hours stuck in a up right position watching tiny screen is exciting when you do it twice, maybe three times. But when you buy low-cost fare with no food onboard and you want to survive, you’ll need a lot of preparation or self control. Mine was the second case most of the times.

Mexico grown to my heart. I’m not sure if that is by the fact that it’s a home country of my girlfriend or it’s simply amazing. Friendly people and mild weather warms your heart and amazing tastes all over the place just makes you fall in love with this place. My Spanish got better every time I visited, but I still sound like a tonto.

Motion graphics became my daily bread. Moving towards this fast growing field of design makes me happy and satisfied with the results more than any other work I was doing so far. So let’s bring it on.

Long distance relationship is lit. It feels amazing to beat all odds and goes for that unforgettable kiss at the airport hall after 2 month again and again. Embracing all the pros and cons of this kind of relationship is not easy, but more than worth it. There’s no routine, it’s full of surprises, excitement and you can spice up the game just by flying across the ocean time to time (haha), which works great for me, and hopefully the same can say ‘my better half’. But saying good bye for unknown period of time is still as much painful as it was the first time.

Toronto is a city. You probably knew that. There’s nothing new about it. It’s multicultural agglomeration mixing up all the spices of the world into the mild sauce of capitalistic efforts. It works surprisingly well and living in big city is not that bad when you find the right ways how to keep busy.

Traveling is the future and I miss it time to time. Hopefully there will be enough resources soon to kick it again and discover other parts of the world. And also get some juice to keep this blog updated wouldn’t be bad.

That’s about it. I could write for hours, but who cares (haha). Let’s keep something for later. If you’re extremely enthusiastic about some parts of what is happening or you wanna know more, just hit me with comment and I can write some more words to satisfy your needs. Cheers!

I want to travel a lot, so I have to work a lot too. What I do? Check my reel for 2016

Europe!

Mexico city

It will be quite a while, but the moment when we step out of an airport at Mexico City still feels like yesterday. For one reason, it was literally the worst flight in my life, even if I count bus rides and several rollercoasters into that list. The turbulences above capital city of Mexico are really strong, probably due to it’s altitude around 2100m. Second reason was the amount of instant smells, feels and new experiences right away. This huge agglomeration is the most densely habituated place in Mexico and you can say it from first few steps.

Ciudad de México from the air

For a change we were in group of four, this time accompanied by adorable couple of Lizeth’s best friend Mona and her boyfriend Carlos. Thanks to Mona we had a place to stay somewhere in one of few million two floored houses with access to the roof I wished for. Nice accommodation few buses from the center was comfortable way to spend our time in DF. Usually we act cautiously so we used taxi, which were cheaper than I would expect in any capital of the world. No use of subway I must say, it’s paradise of pickpockets and with my visage I’m kinda good magnet for that. But we saw the most important parts anyway.

Belleza in front of Bellas Artes

Actually if you’ll have a chance to glance into this busy city, most important things are not to see, but to taste. Full of traditional and nontraditional mexican cuisine on almost every step. Which means that if you went from your door for breakfast more than 20m, you did something wrong or you’re just too picky.

Late night yummy

From the busy centre after seeing Museo de Bellas Artes and Torre Latinoamericana we moved to big roundabout with Angel de la Independencia where we chilled for a while. After this we did a little bit more Czech thing - tour de pub on one of the frequented streets. In other words, we tasted beer in every restaurant/pub on that street. I don’t have to add that it was hilarious, complicated and totally worth it.

These are everywhere. Probably it’s very complicated to play this thing.

The trip to this location wouldn’t be complete without seeing some pyramids. We moved our luggage to the house of Mona’s abuelita and from there we could reach Piramides Teotihuacan thanks to her uncle. For my surprise you can’t even carry a drone into the area of pyramids, so that make this trip little bit more complicated and we had to split into to groups. You can’t trust even a police with that thing, they can sell it in second you turn your back. I flew anyway to took some photos, when we’re here.

Illegal and worth it.

But we made it inside after all. It’s great there, if you want to have a firm butt, you just climb the pyramid three times, the steep stairs up will make sure that you’ll burn a lot of those sweet chili candies you are full of from last days. If you crave for even more sport, you can do a slalom between vicious salesmen which are on every corner and will not let you leave until you use Czech language which probably sounds like Chinese for them.

30359384792872897 stairs. Approximately.

Always ready to shoot.

“This ground looks pretty interesting.”

Dat view.

After seeing the world from perspective of ancient mezoamerican or aztecs later on we headed back to our new accommodation enjoy very short night in the Jesus themed rooms before our flight to Tuxtla Gutierrez in Chiapas.

♥

About that some time later. You can bet that it’s going to be not only a heart-warming story. Stay tuned.

Puerto Peñasco

There are moments in live when you achieve that feeling when you just don’t miss or need anything more. I love those. Synonym for them could be Mexico right now and more precisely could be Puerto Peñasco. Just imagine beach under a blue sky and shimmering sun, azure water with calming sound of waves crashing on the shore. All of that topped by delicious Mexican food, drinks and beauty of my girlfriend. Yea, heaven, exactly.

That’s why I don’t have to write much more about the police control on the US boarder because of one mango, coldest night in a car, beaches and streets full of people celebrating Semana santa, flying a drone from the roof of a hotel, running on the beach or sunsets and yummy food - everything wrapped in beautiful feeling that I live my life on full throttle.

I think photos will tell you more than my overly nostalgic words. Enjoy and live the way which is worth to tell. Stay tuned for tropical Chiapas and magical Mexico City.

Smile :P

Barrancas del Cobre

Yep. First mini trip in Mexico lead to this legendary place. But I had no even tiny idea about that. I was just genuinely enjoying my presence next to the girl I love.

I’ve got packed for this journey and I don’t mean muscles or money. I’ve got seriously packed by photographic equipment, which was kinda annoying but for most of the time it was awesome that I could capture all of the overwhelming beauty from the ground, air or even under water. Surely it would be great to reduce the amount of gadgets, but you can judge for yourself if the result was worth the pain from the photos and videos I’ll be posting.

Back to the story though. We were driving through rather deserted state of Chihuahua. Sunny weather was eliminated by air-conditioning of the car, so we could enjoy 8 hours on the road in comfort. Only drawback was occasional speed-bump (Occasional means roughly every 20m haha). We were heading to 578km remote pueblo named Bocoyna where Luis has a summer house for occasions like this one. It was really cute hut with wooden interior which reminded me everything but Mexico. Paper thin walls was promising detail for some more fun during our weekend stay.

We took a car the next morning and blasted to Creel, respectively to Barrancas del Cobre (called “Copper canyons” by gringos). When I saw the sign above the road, my brain started to cook. No way! I’m here and I didn’t even know we had been going here. It’s maybe more than 3 years since I read the book called ‘Born to run’ and I would have given anything to see this place for real. Nevermind, here I’m, almost by luck. We arrived to access point for tourists on the edge of vast hardly accessible land scarred by deep canyons. Sun was overhead frying our bodies properly. To cool down and be cool in the same time we chose the biggest attraction around. The longest zipline in the world - 2.5km with more than 400m of vertical drop. You can’t see the end almost entire ride. Video from that awesome experience is right here down below, hopefully capturing enough mind blowing views and insane speed.

After the windy fun you are taken back by a lift. You can see on the way some of the native people of barrancas - Tarahumaras,. I suppose these ones - close to the civilization are the less native. Those real, I read about, are hiding in deepest canyons of barrancas, running their crazy distances in unbelievable speed. To get closer to them, you would have to make a hike for couple days and unfortunately, we didn’t have time for that. But we had time for couple tacos and than look back around Creel.

We decided to take a quad-bike later for that. It was great decision, only thing missing were sunglasses, which we regretted all ride when our eyes were quickly filled with dust and we looked older every meter by 10 years. But apart of shiny appearance of Lizeth’s sneakers we all survived and enjoyed this blossoming shire with sound of roaring motors.

Thanks to my gorgeous guide I tasted some other specialities of Mexico. I totally fell in love with Tostilocos, which are Tostitos (chips) with cheese, corn, some spicy stuff and magic, I guess, because it’s delicious. What you have to try anywhere in Mexico is Dayvasos. For Europeans quiet unusual cocktail of beer, juice, clamato, shrimps, jerky meat, limes and god knows what more. Like this it sounds like somebody just wanted to empty grandma’s fridge, but it is actually really tasty combination of food and drink in one cup. Neat.

Keep tuned for more sum ups from Mexican trip. It was a daydream time and I want to share that with everyone who can read. Hopefully it’ll motivate you as much as me to don’t get stuck in rutine and fulfill your dreams.

Mexico

Yes the caption mean the moment is finally here - my 20-days-visit of Mexico. But unfortunately I’m also back in old Europe again. How it worked and what we experienced? It was full. Literally there was not time even for short posts, that is why you’ll be blessed just with this summary of everything in few posts, where I’ll point out the highlights. Sorry for that, but maybe better, you would know too much.

18th March I waited exactly hundred days for this moment since I last time met my girlfriend Lizeth. I imagined this second in my head for thousands times, but you can never truly achieve simulation of real emotions in your fantasy. After painfully long travel I finally stood on a escalator of El Paso’s international airport. I should be prepared for this nevertheless when I saw Lizeth my heart stopped, brain melted and my pupils got probably so wide they touched my eyebrows from the dose of happiness. I felt so alive and so much in dream I couldn’t tell if it’s real. Luckily it was very much real.

I had to recover myself from the wave of emotions I haven’t felt quite a while because in front of me was brand new world to explore - new friends, new food, customs, ways how to do things. For those weeks I was like child in Disneyland almost on every step. For Lizeth everything was so normal and ordinary, I tried not to be so overexcited from every detail I loved about life in Mexico.

The very day I experienced a lot of customs right away in Ciudad Juárez, gateway to Mexico and 1.2 million city where my lovely girlfriend lives. First didn’t work out the way it should - burrito Barbacoa. It’s not necessary to describe how my high-fed european stomach refused to digest this otherwise delicious meal. Evening dinner with parents and show where even horses were present in the restaurant was another story. They actually pulled out Czech flag because of my visit - that makes you feel extraordinary, especially when you’re only ‘Checo’ in 300 miles radius, nice gesture.

After night full of long intimate talks with toilet was time to pack up again. The plan is head to Bocoyna, place where is situated summer house of Luis, husband of Lizeth’s sister Daisy. I had no idea how far is it or what is like there. But I like pleasant surprises, so let’s hit the road.

I found out that I know a lot about this place, stories and history because next to Bocoyna is Creel, which is small city serving as an enter gate to Barrancas del Cobre, often refered as a ‘Copper Canyons’ by gringos. But about that pleasant surprise in a next post. Stay tuned.

Amsterdamn

December, around Christmas: It’s cold winter day, I’m sitting calmly in my chair in small room in house in middle of nowhere (Liberec, Czech rep.). I’m imagining what it would be like to have Lizeth here. It’s just few days since we say goodbye for the second time on San Juan’s airport, but the connection is deep and the heart is still there. Lizeth is leaving for vacation in Middle East and for me it looks like I’m getting back to work to lift up what remained from our studio after my 3 months absence. The chance to see each other soon looks probable like going to the moon for weekend. Nope. I can’t leave it that way. I let Lizeth send me an itinerary of her travels and flights to see what they have actually in plan. I felt a chance. Middle East is little bit closer than Mexico. But then I searched through the depths of internet and realized that during the Christmas and New Year is impossible to go somewhere without money. Then I glimpsed the flights. On return there were a flight change in Amsterdam. One hour, 25 minutes of theoretical free time on the airport. Let me think.

I asked my friend if he would do that for the cost. He said “No.”. Ok, I bought the flight with EasyJet for the weekend in Amsterdam. My heartbeat got faster and my imaginary scenarios started to spin. Not a word to Lizeth, I want to surprise her in the best way possible.

8th January: I’m shivering, I have to buy a beer to beat my excitement and don’t fuck up everything. It’s a ‘Porter’ so here we come, take me to my girl telePorter. I didn’t tell anybody. I’m not sure why, maybe I just wanted to do it more special. The flight is in few minutes, it takes almost the same time from Liberec to Prague like from Prague to Amsterdam. I love flying.

First thing I have to do on the large Shipol airport is to not pass the gates out. But what I do? I see a wifi, I start scrolling stuff and suddenly I’m facepalming myself outside the airport. Fuuuu. What I’m going to do right now? The strict secure policy on airport is no fun even for a boy with a face like me (hahah). I start to run around asking stuff of airport how to get back inside. Last guy assured me that they’ll let me in when they open the gate M at 5:30, where my flight back on Sunday is. Ok, fair enough, I’ll wait.

9th January, 5:30: Lizeth’s flight from Cairo arrives at 7:50. Seems like a lot of time so I’m going lightly to the gate like a cloud of happiness. But there comes the shit on my head. Lady over there, even over her motherly emotions, doesn’t want to let me in. I’m begging her, telling her the story of our love over and over again. But no. Why? Because at the end this wouldn’t help me at all. My ticket was just for gate M which was low-cost flights only and separated from all others. I started to be little bit desperate. I’m here and I’m not going to see Lizeth? No way, I can’t eat this chocolate I brought her by my self. I went to the guy, who told me last night that I’ll surely get inside. He didn’t remember me. Uff. I told him the stories and showed him how I feel. I felt on the edge. There were thin line between success and really sad weekend in this city. Luckily the guard was a man with a heart on the right place. After few minutes he whispered: “We’ve never seen each other.” and slightly opened small side gate. No way. “You saved my life, man, thank you” I replied quickly and get in. I just passed security clearance and passport control and I was in.

Like small city of the streets, shops and insane amount of gates filled with people from all around the world. I just quickly found the gate and went for a small breakfast. I checked my phone for arrivals and got really sad. The flight from Cairo was delayed by almost one hour. That made 25 minutes left out of our surprise date. “Better than nothing” I said and went to the gate. New arrival has changed few times, but just like 10 or 5 minutes back and forth. Flight to Atlanta was closing the gate at 9:00. I was on the gate at 8:45, gate opened and Lizeth still offline. 8:50 and the phone beeped. I have never been relieved by beeping before, I swear. “We are in the line for passport control and the flight is in few minutes, I think we will miss it” Mmm that would be interesting I thought for myself. But she didn’t have a clue I’m there. Sadly I have to speed things up, because we would see each other like 2 seconds. I did a selfie with the number of the gate. “I don’t get it” Ahh, stupid me, she doesn’t know. I took a picture of board which says Atlanta flight-blabla. “I don’t get it”... few milliseconds later and like three thousands of my heartbeats “..you’re here?” “Yes” I wrote all excited. Then I was waiting when she appears. I imagine, that she had to punch, kick and fly over all the people in the line and left her parents there to get faster through the control. Next thing I now, I saw her smile. It fills me with unimaginable amount of joy. Her tears of happiness on her perfect face made this moment unforgettable. I want to last this moment forever, but there’s the flight which was (unluckily for us) waiting at 9:20. There’s not enough hugs and kisses, but it’s time to go again. I see her long dark hair disappearing in the plane again, but with the czech choclate in her pocket and feel of my lips on hers. It worked and it was totally worth it. Best 20 minutes in Amsterdam for sure.

Then I just had to survive infinite tours across the city, visit of Stedeljik museum of modern art, renting a bike, drinking weirdly strong beers and other joys of Amsterdam. It’s nice piece of Europe there and I was riding it with a big smile on my face everytime I imagined those 20 minutes.

So if you’ll ever think about doing that. Don’t think, just do it. There is never enough romantic gestures, signs of love or crazy moves you can do, even if everybody says you can’t.

Statement

Wonder why the name of this post is in english? Did you even realize you’re actually reading this in english? If you didn’t and you understand, I’m glad because from now on this blog changes its default language.

I know, I know you’ll probably say something like “Maaan, are you kidding me? You speak Czech, be a patriot. You don’t even know how to use that language, are you trying to be cool or something, you dumb fuck?” No. I’m not trying to impress anybody with my level of english. Probably it sucks, because I hardly pass my high school exams and since than all my vocabulary came out of movies, TV series, stupid videos on youtube and few of my travel experiences. So, like you would probably guess, my grammar is a disaster. I misuse loads of words, make a weird shapes of verbs and came up with nonsenses every day. But you know, you’re lucky you didn’t here my Spanish (sorry for those who did, I’ll got better over time hopefully haha).

By this I just want to please everyone, all grammar nazis, or just people more talented to learn languages, be patient guys. I just want to spread the word, be more out there, cross the boarders of Czech republic with my stories. That’s why I switched. I want to inspire people by my clumsy steps across the globe. Not by showing off, just want to tell about my wonders, dreams, wild emotions and most importantly love. That’s what connect people.

I know my language very well (also except grammar) so I can use something what might be called as a ‘creative writing’ nevertheless I want to try figure that out in english too.

If you will feel like, this is stupid idea, leave a comment down bellow, it won’t help anyway. There are more adventures to come and I want to share with whole world how we’re doing out there on the road.

Sorry Czech guys, we’re small, so we’ve got to know english.

I can smell new post right away, so stay tuned.

Nečekej a leť

Temný štědrovečerní ráno a já si sedim zničeně rozvalenej na terminálu 2F pařížskýho letiště Charles De Gaulle. Zoufale potřebuju sprchu a rozpohybovat oteklý nohy víc než jen pochodem od gatu ke gatu. Předemnou poslední švih, hodinka a půl poletu do Prahy na kterej si musim ještě 5 hodin počkat.

Za mnou už zůstavá poctivě nalítanejch 12000 věrnostních mil s Delta Airlines a víc jak 60 hodin cesty z Jihoamerickýho San Juan. Většina času strávená ve sterilizovanejch komerčně prošpikovanejch letištních prostorách čekáním na ten správnej let. Pracovní morálka klesá s každou probdělou nocí i když vim, že mám co dohánět po téměř třech měsících zvolněnýho tempa. Moje myšlenky se stáčej k evaluaci všech těch zážitků a hlavně k plánům a nadějím do budoucna, který nutně potřebuju jako motivaci k životu.

Když má člověk pocit, že se uzavírá jedna kapitola života tak kromě hodnocení toho co zažil a happy-filtru všech vzpomínek si taky dává nutný předsevzetí, který by měli jeho život dál posouvat na další úrověň. Pro mě jich je víc než dost. Cestováním sice poznáte rozlehlý krajiny, hluboký lesy, divokou zvěř, spousty zajmavejch lidí, ale především hlavně objevíte sebe. Svoje silný stránky, rezervy, nedostatky, na kterejch se dá pracovat, jen když o nich víte. A slibuju, že za to vám to stojí.

Trochu mě mrzí minimální zpětná odezva z blogu, protože vědět co vás nejvíc zajmá, jaký tipy bych vám mohl dát a kterej zákulisní drb je pro vás ten nejpeprnější, tak to sem sázim po kilech. Ale jen hádám a tak tenhle štedrej den z větší části na cestě využiju k tomu abych to shrnul i pro ty co rádi systematizujou kde co, do pár bodů.

5 věcí co se povedly a nečekal sem to

Dokázat si, že naučit se základy jazyka je nejlepší stylem hop a plav

Zamilovat si latinskou ameriku

Pořídit víc než 4000 fotek a zaplnit víc než 160GB videem

Získat spousty novejch jen španělsky mluvících přátel

Probudit v sobě city, který sem ani nevěděl, že existujou

5 věcí, který se nepovedly a byly v plánu

Vylízt vejš jak Evropa

Vidět živý, voleně žijící tučňáky

Nechat se vocumlat lamou

Vidět Mt. FitzRoy zblízka

Zůstat v Mexiku

Je tam pár pytlů, který mě nenechaj klidnym a vždycky mě bude lákat se vrátit. Ale předevšim mi to dalo spousty podnětů a motivaci pracovat na sobě, vztazích a na zlepšování světa kolem. Doufám, že vás moje výplody inspirovaly a upřímně přemejšlíte jaktože jste ještě nesbalili bágl a nejste dávno za hranicema vlastní fantazie. Jestli to nestačilo, určitě bych rád o celý věci pokecal, předved nějaký ty zážitky a dostal vám celou myšlenku ještě víc pod kůži nějakou tou živou prezentací.

Cheers to that. Punta Arenas, Chile

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Hasta el Fin del Mundo

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Postapokalyptickej návrat

English Potom co skončil svět v Ushuay, nedá se dělat nic jinýho než vzít těch pár švestek co přežily se mnou dva a půl měsíce a vyrazit domů. Nejde to uplně samo, přímej let to rozhodně neni.

Podle plánu nejdřív překračuju hranici Chile a dostávám se do Punta Arenas, kde si musim počkat na svůj přehozenej let s kterym byly od začátku jen starosti. Koupil jsem ho v akčním tarifu se SKY airlines, výhradně chilská aerolinka sponzorovaná národní bankou. Po handrkování po telefonu se povedlo přehodit let na správný datum což naštěstí stálo jen rozdíl ceny. No nic, busem cesta do nejjižnější chilský metropole trvá z Ushuay 11 hodin a třetina je po nezpevněnejch cestách. Odměnou vám jsou výhledy na nekonečný pastviny s miliony ovcí, skotu a lam. To sem celkem nevzrušeně proklimbal až do trajektu, kterej se společně s delfínama, který můžete z lodi pozorovat v mrazivejch vodách Ohňový země, přesouvá přes úžinu u Punta Delgada lighthouse. V Punta Arenas je o dost levněji jak v Argentině, celkově to vypadá čistějc a tak nějak funkčnějc. Možná můj dojem, ale po odzkoušení internetu na hostelu, kde se dá dokonce skouknout video, mě to jen utvrdilo v názoru, že Chile je prostě dál.

Ráno sbalim fidlátka, nakoupim za poslední drobáky sváču a s obřím předstihem jedu na letiště abych mohl sdílet tágo, který se tak stává příjemně levnym. Sdílení taxi služeb poskytuje hostel, což je fajn a zároveň jsem se tak mohl seznámit se zajmavym týpkem původně z Francie, kterej žije přes dva roky v Santiagu a pracuje tam jako astrofyzik.

Když konečně přistupuju k odbavení po dvou hodinách boje s marnym letištnim internetem, zjišťuju, že let je opožděnej o 45min. Trochu mě zatrne, ale z 60min na přestup na další let mám furt 15, takže žádnej stres. Hodná paní mi přehazuje sedačku na místo 1A a nechává mě nasoukat všecko zpátky do báglu abych nemusel čekat na zavazadla. Po kontrole už jen čekám jak tahle honička s časem dopadne. Mezizastávka v Puerto Montt je plánovaná na 40min, naštěstí kvůli zpoždění z ní dělaj jen 25min. To je dobrý.

Po pár minutách po odletu z Puerto Montt je z reproduktoru slyšet kapitánův hlas, kterej bezstarostně oznamuje přílet do Santiaga ve 21:45. No, tenhle čas je mi docela povědomej, protože to je přesně čas mýho odletu směrem Atlanta s uplně jinou letovou společností. Koukám kolem sebe, nejsem jedinej kdo se trochu bouří. Ale lady z Jů-es-ej vyšiluje zbytečně, protože má let o hoďku pozdějc jak já. Takže možná bude muset trochu popoběhnout, ale pro mě to znamená asi tak 99% šanci, že let nestihnu, protože Delta airlines málokdy mívaj zpoždění na prioritních trasách jako je tahle.

Pomalu střádám plány co budu dělat. Od ukradení letadla přes prodání objektivu až po zůstání bezďákem v Santiagu jsem promyslel snad uplně všechno v následující hodině letu. Hlasej, že klesáme. Mrknu na hodiny a vim, že Airbusu Delta airlines můžu tak leda zamávat z okýnka.

Po přistání vědí všude, že jsem ‘ten speciální’ což mě ale stejně nepomáhá najít kanceláře SKY airlines, kterejch je tu spousty, ale všechny prázdný. Nakonec po zmatcích a mojí nejelpší španělský estrádě se dostávám k rozumnýmu řešení. Sedim v kavárně a čekám na ranní ortel jestli bude někdy v nějakym letu místo. Díky unii obou letovek a slibu, že jsou taky lidi a chápou mojí situaci, bude snad změna zadarmo a do Vánoc se dostanu i domů. Kdyby ne, pozdravujte ježíška..

Konec světa

English Křídla prorážej hustou přikrývku mraků a letadlo dosedá na ranvej lemovanou z obou stranou oceánem. Právě jsme se doletěli do Ushuay, nejjižnejšího města planety. Drobné mezinárodní letiště opuštíme taxíkem, počasí nemá dobrou náladu a vycházka při bodu mrazu s deštěm, sněhem a větrem co trhá bundy neni nikdy zdravá volba. Večerní program je jasnej, kuchtíme na hosteli La Posta, vyzvídáme co se dá a kujem pykle na další dny.

Ráno hezky utahanější, ale dáváme se do pohybu a pěšky jdem do centra pro další informace. Hlavní taháky jsou tu jasný. Tučňáci, majáky a příroda. Vzhledem k tomu, že je to další z turisticky válcovanejch oblastí, máme jen na to třetí. Tučňáčí ostrov je totiž soukromej a za jeho návšťevu vás skásnou o 1500ARS (3750Kč), pokud chcete maják můžete nejlevněc zanámořničit na člunu 2,5hod trip vyjde na 750ARS (1875Kč). Pokud jste vyléčený cenama, zbejvá už jen se mrknout do Národního parku Tierra del Fuego - bus 350ARS. Což nakonec přehodnocujem protože pučení auta stojí pro dva jen o kilo víc a můžete se povozit 200km kam se vám zachce. Po pár drobnejch komplikacích a pár hodinách hry guess who sedíme v miniautě vstříc nesmlouvavý přírodě Ohňový země.

Vstup do parku je možnej v autě po značený cestě odkud se pak můžete vydávat na různý kratší hiky nebo klidně až devítidenní trek. Protože teplota si pohrává s mínusem a vzduchem poletujou vločky o velikosti dvojkorun, dáváme jen občasnej výsadek k výhledům a kocháme se přírodníma zázrakama.

Konců světa je tu vlastně spousta. Jeden z nich je právě v parku, kde končí ruta 3, která navazuje na legendání ruta 40, která je nejdelší souvislou silnicí drásající celej americkej kontinent. Další konec můžete vidět přímo ve městě, kde je ošklivá cedule, která snad ani nestojí za zmínku, ale turisti do žerou. Po návratu z parku dopadáme do postele a z mapy už jen studuju co ráno ještě obrazíme.

Túrujem motor našeho půjčenýho chevroletu a vydáváme se na pár vyhlídek a další konce světa. 57km do Paso Garibaldi s výhledem na Lago Escondio a zase zpátky se zastávkou na Playa Larga na okraji města, kde je neskutěčný množství ptáků a skvělý výledy do moře. Při troše štěstí je vidět maják Les Eclaireurs. Co neuvidíte jsou opět tučňáci. Ale i tak je Ushuaia skvělý místo obklopený neuvěřitelnou krajinou, který stojí za to navštívit.

Pozdní odpoledne po výhledu na batmanův ledovec a kafču už jen vracíme auto, házim si věci na hostel a jedem na letiště. Před náma je ten nejtěžší konec kterej sme tu našli. Konec týhle skvělý cesty.

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Už jen bloudim bezvládně ulicema s pocitem, že mi chce hrudník rozdrtit srdce a s hrdlem sevřenym na nulu. Neni to konec světa, neni to konec života, ale proklínám časoprostor, kterej dělá všechno proto abych se tak cejtil. Předemnou ční osamělá 18000 km dlouhá cesta. Část mýho srdce zůstává tady společně s náloží neskutečnejch vzpomínek, který jsem měl tu šanci společně s Lizeth dát dohromady. Jen pocit, že jich bude víc mě drží na nohou.

Pokud jste si aspoň jednou lámali hlavu nad tim co znamená Huefinder, je to jen pseudo hluboká úvaha a zkomolenina slova viewfinder (eng. hledáček foťáku). S tim, že mě nešlo o hledání výhledů (view) ale o to najít tu správnou barvu, pocit, odstín (hue), kterej jednotlivý místa vnášej do lidí. S velkolepostí můžu říct, že vim za čim jdu, našel sem si svůj odstín života a chci v tom jet dál společně. Díky všem co se na tom podílej, ještě se tu objeví další parády z cest, tak se nebojte, že by hledání bylo u konce. Vždycky bude co hledat...

Mt. FitzRoy

“Ne” řekl mrak a neuhnul celej den. Počasí v El Chaltén je proměnlivý jak dívčí nálady, ale pro nás zůstalo zamračený po celou dobu co sme měli k dispozici tohle hlavní město trekkingu, jak se rádo nazývá, navštívit.

Ale od začátku. Ráno po 7 vyrážíme busem na otočku na výlet do 200km vzdáleného El Chaltén. Cesta zabere skoro tři hoďky a tak dospáváme co se dá. Hned co dorazíte na okraj týhle malebný, turistama prošpikovaný vesničky, zavedou vás do turistickýho centra, kde vám nasypou do hlavy nejrůznější moudra jak se chovat na trailech a celkově v národním parku. Nic co byste nečekali. Jediný co je nečekaný je, že to je zadarmo.

Protože nás čas mírně tlačí a počasí stojí za prd, vybíráme jen krátkej trip k jezeru Capri s výhledem ne epický cimbuří Mt.Fitz Roy, kterej ale tvrdohlavě drásá mračna ve vješce okolo 3000m, takže z něj koukaj jen záhadný tvary nižších pasáží. Co se dá dělat. Protahujem sváču, jestli náhodou nevykoukne alespoň na vteřinku z peřiny, ale marně. Se zlomenym srdcem velíme ústup do basecampu.

Po cestě začíná pořádně pršet a tak přidáváme do kroku abysme se mohli schovat v kavárně. Jednoznačnej pytel, kterej bude viset v mojí hlavě nějakou tu dobu. První velkej risk zajet sem jen na jeden den, kterej se nevyplatil. Traily a cesty výborně značený a nenáročný, příroda spektakulární a výhledy, že jednomu vyhrknou slzy (hlavně díky větru, kterej měl tak 80km/h) a celková atmosféra tvořej ideální kombo na dovču v tomhle malebnym kousku Argentiny. Doporučuju vyrazit a pár dní si tu pozevlit, jestli to počasí se přecejen neudobří.

My máme plány nabitý a konec světa ještě neni dobytej, takže musíme o dům dál, vracíme se do El Calafate odkud nás čeká krátkej přelet do Ushuaiy. Nos vemos!

Perito Moreno

Třetí největší ledovec Argentiny končící v třetím největším jezeru Jižní Ameriky - to prostě nemůžete nevidět. Ledovec se nachází 80km od El Calafate a tim pádem neexistuje moc možností jak se tam na punk dostat. Takže sme sehnali nejlevnější dopravu (450ARS/osoba) a nechali se od hostelu odvýst se spoustou dalších natěšenců do národního parku Los Glacieros.

Samozřejmě se neobejdete bez vstupu do parku, ten je zábavně diskrominační pro turisty. Cena pro argentinský studenty 30ARS, pro residenty 160ARS, pro obyvatele ‘mercosur’ zemí 200ARS a pro ostatní, ať už studenty nebo ne, jako já nebo Lizeth krásnejch 260ARS/osoba. Rozdíl téměř šestikila vás možná trochu zaskočí, ale tak to prostě funguje. Další investice do týhle podívaný je pak volitelnej výlet lodí až ke stěně ledovce. Pokud si ani to nemůžete nechat ujít připravte si 250ARS/osoba.

Potom co vyprášíte peněženku už pak nezbejvá než si užít co ste si nadrobili. A že toho neni málo. Pro všechny turisty je to značně zjednodušený a každej velrybí chlapec z USA zvládne obejít výhlídkový chodníky se spoustou variací pohledu na až 30% z celkové velikosti ledovce.

My si necháváme čechrat háro nestandartně silnym větrem na lodi ve stínu šedesátimetrový masy ledu. Jeho velikost vás zamrazí, pocit maličkosti je na místě. Tim víc, když se ze stěny odlupuje kus o velikosto dodávky a z přísnym hukotem se sune do vody. Rozmanitost tvarů je na hodiny a hodiny inspirační meditace, počet fotek se blíží nesmyslnejm číslům a tak už jen odpočíváme na pečlivě udržovanejch chodníků a se zatajenym dechem očekáváme další praskot v nekonečnym pásu ledu.

Večer nás naložej a zase vyhoděj před hostelem. Život turisty, co víc dodat. Slunce tu zapadá kolem desátý večerní, takže je ještě čas projít město a pozdravit pár přehnaně obézních psů a čeknout přeplněný suvenýr shopy.