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flatoutin-eaurouge · 4 months

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Those are my portrait rights

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher

This fic is dedicated to the lovely @schumi-honey who provided the plot and the lovely @kimizilla who provided the picture 💕💕 I had such a blast writing this! Thanks! 😭

As rumours would have it, Mika Häkkinen was a bit of a chaotic guy. Over the time span of two weeks he had forgotten to bring his wallet to a lunch with his manager, he had locked his unicycle to someone else's bike and he had panicked about losing his tortoise while the animal was still in the wooden box he had put it in minutes before. If his head wasn't connected to his body he would probably lose it too.

It wasn't the case that Mika was afflicted with a youthful kind of Alzheimer... the boy just didn't busy his mind with anything beyond racing. It was both a weakness and a strength. A weakness because he actually forgot the most basic things in life. A strength because he could fully focus on his racing career. It resulted in Ron Dennis and Keke Rosberg constantly meandering around him to help him be a functioning adult. Booking hotel rooms, planning taxi rides. Everything to help the talented boy develop into a merciless racing machine.

This afternoon, in his haste to double check if his beloved "turtus" was still in its box, Mika had forgotten to lock the door of his motorhome. It left an oppertunity for burglars looking for money, crazed fan girls wanting to look through his undies or... mysterious pranksters trying to set him up.

The silhouet standing in front of Mika's opened closet was one of the latter. The person wasn't looking for money or expensive watches. No... the mysterious burglar needed one, just one, particular piece of clothing. A piece of clothing Mika was seen wearing on a certain picture... a picture that made a certain person's heart skip a beat or two everytime he looked at it.

Johnny Herbert grabbed the tight black shorts with the blue, white and red accents from Mika's closet and grinned smugly. It were the shorts Mika was wearing in the picture that Michael Schumacher had "accidently" stumbled upon. Johnny knew Michael had kept the picture. He had seen it inside one of the drawers of his night stand when he was searching Michael's motorhome while the latter had gone to the bathroom.

It hadn't been a surprise to see the picture there, lying between Michael's socks, slightly frayed at the sides as if it was touched, held and admired a lot.

Johnny grinned mischievously as he replaced Mika's garment with a Benneton issued t-shirt that read Michael Schumacher's name on it. Not subtle at all, but then again, Michael's crush on Mika wasn't subtle either.

Johnny sneaked out off Mika's motorhome and beelined to the motorhome of the Finn's rival a few hunderd meters further down the paddock. Johnny knew Michael always left a window ajar for fresh air... and wouldn't that be a great way to get those shorts inside his motorhome!

Johnny was baffled by his own ingenuity. The set up was perfect. Now he only needed his former team mate to take the bait.

While Johnny was stuffing Mika's shorts through the window - giving the garment a little flick in order to make it land on a very prominent spot on the floor - Michael was gently holding the picture again surrounded by the - what he thought - privacy of his own motorhome.

"Oh you handsome son of a bitch," he mumbled at the pictured blond, as his hands caressed the shiny surface of the image adoringly. "How did you end up in my mail box?"

Michael wondered if Mika had put it there himself. But if he did... why would he use this picture? If Michael were to shove a picture underneath the doorframe of Mika's motorhome, he would use a picture of himself with a pretty smile and a glimmer in his signature emerald eyes. Not a picture of himself in ridiculously small shorts, sticking his tongue out in concentration while his hair was flopping around like an airborne bird chick on its maiden voyage.

Michael grinned. Peculiar choice or not... it was the most wonderful picture he had ever seen! He could picture the blonde hair bouncing on Mika's head and covering his eyes like a golden curtain before it was swiped sideways in the - according to Mika - position it belonged. Michael wanted to play with that hair. He wanted to curl it around his fingers and give it a gentle tug.

How dare Mika let his hair bounce so freely! Why wasn't he containing that luscious golden mop with a head band like normal tennis players. Like Roger Federer or Rafael Nadal!

Michael let his eyes roam over the picture and stared at those tight tiny shorts. The garment was stretched taut over Mika's smooth, hairless legs and accentuated certain parts of his atonomy in all the right places.

Fuck. Did Mika really put that in his mail box?

He stared at the picture again, and again, and again... savouring ever square inch of it and bit down on his fist to distract himself from the tooth rottingly sweet soft spot he had developed for the Finn.

The thought to put the picture in a heart shaped frame nagged at the back of his mind, because he should protect his little treasure from fraying. What was stopping him? Maybe the fact that his crush was supposed to be a secret!

Oh how he hoped it was Mika who had put the picture in his mail box, because the thought of someone knowing about his little crush on his rival, frightened him beyond measure.

What if the paparazzo who took the picture wanted to distract him from racing? What if that paparazzo wanted to write a juicy story about secret paddock crushes? Should he put the picture in the trash can?

No! He cuddled the picture to his chest. "You don't belong in the trash can, mein Hübscher."

Then his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door of his trailer. Michael quickly but very carefully hid the picture underneath his pillow and hurried to open the door for the unannounced visitor.

Michael expected someone irrelevant at his door, like Johnny Herbert or Ross Brawn... but when his handsome blonde rival suddenly showed up on his doorstep, he was bereft of oxygen. It was as if someone had set him on fire and the sparks from the glowing source traveled down his spine and reached his legs with unforgiving fury, causing his limbs to tremble. Why Mika? Why now? Why now, when I am hot and bothered?

Mika was staring at him with an adorable pink blush adorning his cheeks. His eyebrows were knit together in a puzzled look, as he shook a very recognisable Benneton-blue garment in front of Michael's face.

Before Michael could open his mouth to ask Mika how on earth he had ended up in possession of his garment, Mika interrupted him, more or less asking him the same thing.

"Michael, where are my black shorts and why is your clothing in my closet?"

The Finn didn't sound angry or offended, but he definitely sounded perplexed. If anything, his little blush betrayed as much.

Michael would have enjoyed that adorable look on him even more, if he wasn't so flustered and at loss for words himself.

"Wh...wh..what? I didn't... I don't have your shorts. What are you talking about?"

"Well, your t-shirt was in my closet in exactly the same spot as my stolen shorts!"

Michael swallowed audibly. What the hell was he talking about? "I don't have them, Mika. I swear."

Mika frowned at him. "Don't play games with me, Michael. I need to wear it tonight, because I refuse to go to the gym in my jeans!"

"You only own one pair of gym shorts?"

"No. The other one is in the washing machine! But that's not the point!"

Michael stared at the flustered Finn who seemed to be slowly losing his patience. He watched sheepishly as Mika set foot over his threshold.

"If you don't have my shorts then you don't mind me looking around a bit."

Michael froze on the spot. Scheiße! He remembered the picture of Mika wearing those exact same shorts hidden underneath his pillow and felt the sudden panic take over his body. He could handle Mika Häkkinen inside his trailer, but there was no way he could handle a Mika Häkkinen on investigation inside his trailer.

"Stop!"

Michael grabbed Mika by his arms and halted him. The sudden skin contact and the close proximity of the Finn caused the butterflies inside his stomach to fly up, to flap around inside his body and bump against his insestines.

"You're wasting your time here."

"Let me be the judge of that."

Michael stared into Mika's deep saphire blue eyes and swallowed. His hold on the Finn's wrist started to loosen. It was as if the Finn had enchanted him into cooperation.

Mika took the oppertunity to wriggle his wrist out off Michael's hand.

"Your clothing was inside my closet. You can make it easy for yourself and just tell me you have my shorts. There is no other suspect really."

Michael held his hands up in front of the Finn. "Mika, I don't know how my garment has ended up inside your closet!

"Oh no? What is that then?" Mika pushed Michael's hands down and pointed at a black object lying on Michael's floor. "There is no way you own exactly the same shorts as me. I bought it in Woking, England."

Michael felt the goose bumps form on his skin and the cold sweat trickle down the back of his neck. How the hell was that possible? How did Mika's shorts end up on his floor? Did he do weird shit like this while sleep wandering or something?!

"Mika, I didn't steal it. I feel like we are being played by someone!"

Mika quirked up an eyebrow and threw him a confused look. The Finn didn't seem to believe him.

Michael decided he could better put all his cards on the table, and prayed that it would not make the situation any more awkward than it already was.

"Mika, it's true! Let me explain! I found a picture of you in my mail box. Someone put it in there the same way someone sneaked your garment inside my motorhome! I have nothing to do with it!"

"Why would someone put a picture of me in your mail box? Where is it?"

Michael felt all the blood draw towards his face, colouring his cheeks a deep red. How the hell was he going to show Mika the hidden picture underneath his pillow and convince him he didn't find it himself?!

Then he would have to explain why it was so carefully stuffed underneath his pillow like some dirty secret. Thank God, he didn't actually put the picture in a heart shaped frame!

"I will give it to you if you close your eyes and promise me not to look."

"Why?"

"Just do it, alright!"

Michael made sure Mika had his eyes covered with both his hands, before he sneaked towards his bed to fetch the picture.

Mika secretly peeked through his fingers and gasped when he noticed where the German retrieved the picture from. His cheeks burned even brighter than before. Under his pillow? Really? Why under his pillow? What did that mean?

"Here it is."

Michael handed Mika his picture with the most stoic face he could muster, acting as if he hadn't admired the the image for days.

Mika looked at the picture of him playing tennis and pulled an amused face. "What a strange picture of me," he chuckled. "When did you find it in your mail box?"

"This morning," Michael lied. "I meant to give it back."

"But why would you hide it under your pillow?"

Michael's eyes widened, his hands started twitching next to his sides. Time seemed to slow down. He could only look into Mika's breathtaking eyes as the Finn was waiting for a reply.

"You promised not to look!"

Mika shrugged. "I thought it was kind of a weird proviso. A bit childish."

"That's so unfair!" Michael gave his Finnish rival a shove.

"Calm down, Michael. That's my face on there, those are my portrait rights. Don't you think I have the right to know why you're being supicious about my picture? I don't even know what you think of it?"

Michael stared at Mika's grinning face and blushed so deeply he was afraid his face would stay red for the rest of the day. As red as Mika's McLaren jacket.

"What I think of it?"

Mika nodded.

Michael swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat. "Well, if you want to know... I think it's a nice picture of you."

"Just a nice picture?" Mika teased.

Michael pressed his lips together in a thin line. His cheeks were burning like an oven. What was he trying to convey? The beautiful bastard!

Mika was just as flustered about the situation, but the difference between him and Michael was that he was the one in control. He had nothing to clarify. He wasn't the one with a picture of the other under his pillow.

Michael didn't dare to speak his mind, so Mika thought he needed a bit of convincing.

"Michael, could you close your eyes for a moment?"

"What? Why?"

"Just do it, alright."

Michael did as he was asked and waited for what was to come. He expected Mika to run off with his shorts and his picture to never return, he expected him to punch him in the face for violating portrait rights... but he did not expect to feel Mika's soft lips on his own, giving him a small peck and sending Michael to outer space with the touch of his lips. The heat of his blush was now even painting his ears a fury red.

He felt his knees buckle and quickly grabbed the Finn by his McLaren jacket, hanging on to him as his legs turned into spagetthi strings.

"Mika..." he breathed out.

"What did you think of the picture, Michael?"

"The picture is... gorgeous. You are... beautiful."

Michael's hands let go off of Mika's jacket and started to crawl upwards. One of his hands grabbed the Finn's sharp jawline while the other planted itself in his luscious blonde hair, slowy angling Mika towards his mouth.

Mika closed the distance between the two of them and kissed Michael again.

Michael hugged his rival closer and deepened the kiss, while swerving his hands over Mika's body.

His lips trailed down to plant kisses on his jaw, then further down to kiss the alluring skin of his neck.

"May I keep the picture?"

Mika chuckeled. "Yes, you may."

"Mika?"

"Yes?"

"You should wear a head band when you play tennis. Your luscious hair is very dangerous for the weak-hearted."

#sorry it look me so long I was struggling with English grammar #makkinen #mika häkkinen #michael schumacher #mika hakkinen #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #flatoutin-eaurouge #f1fanfic

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yourlocalfaerie · 2 years

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For all those lovely fanfic writers who wanna write AUs about Baz going to Oxford. I’m making a list of Oxford uni/city things people get wrong. And things I think are interesting/funny. From not an Oxford student but someone who lives there and is best friends with Oxford students as well as someone who regularly breaks into their buildings and is in one of their societies.

It’s mostly a walking City, like I mean you can’t even drive in through the city centre unless you are a taxi or bus.

No student has their car. ESPECIALLY not Oxford students. It’s highly not recommended when you apply. It’s not worth the hassle having a car.

If you wanna get anywhere, there’s a train station, buses and this thing called the OxTube which is a massive coach that drives from Oxford, to London for such little money.

A thing I see a lot of is Baz driving from Oxford to London and it’s not long but like he’ll do it really often instead of taking the coach and like. There’s congestion fees in London. No one. Not even a lot of well off people wanna pay those fees.

Oxford accommodation is mad cheap especially for year one. And you wanna know why? Because they kick the students out during the holidays. Most uni’s rent out student accommodation from just before the start of Term 1, to the end of Term 3 but not Oxford. My friends had to pack all their possessions in lockers for Christmas and Easter holidays. Then while they’re gone they let Businessmen/ academics rent the rooms for conferences.

Oxford is a tiny city. I don’t know how to explain how small. It just is. It’s just bigger than my home town. Smaller than my neighbouring home town.

Fun fact Oxford students get into the botanical gardens for free. They are quite nice. They’ve got ducks.

Punting. Omfg. Punting. So much of it. I don’t think I’ve ever encounter one of those Oxford fuckers who hasn’t gone punting. (It’s basically rowing). Sometimes collages book sessions for their students or let certain collages have sessions free during certain terms.

Omg I just remembered college pets. Basically I think it’s the Dean of each college lives on the grounds. If not all it’s most of them. Some of them bring their pets to live with them and they vibe in the libraries and stuff. I remember once a cat from one college broke into another college down the road and sat on their collage cat’s chair and so students thought it would be funny to print wanted posters of the offending cat to be put to justice. Most of the pets in fact have Instagram pages. Sometimes deans bring their pets with them to give speeches. And one college has a tortoise fair each year for their college tortoises.

There’s like 1 gay club. It’s called Plush. The walls sweat and I’ve never been in but despite the fact that everyone goes there I hear nothing good about it. It’s next to the only McDonald’s in the city centre and is down an alley.

Because of the Oxford workload, Oxford students are banned from having jobs that are not supplied by the university while in term time. Some of them work around this but genuinely the workload is bigger than you can imagine I don’t blame students for not trying to work round this.

Oxford students are not allowed to leave the city for the same reason as above. This is absolutely not enforced and is a rule people break constantly.

This is a small thing but I feel like most people who have even considered applying for Oxford know this. You cannot apply to Oxford AND Cambridge. You can only apply to one of them. It’s the mistake I see most. When you apply to either, people sometimes refer to it as applying to ‘Oxbridge’.

You’ve got to wear your Mortar Board, gown, and ribbon/tie to most exams.

Not all Oxford accommodation is nice. One of my friends lives in the nicest place ever, it’s got a fucking balcony she shares with some others. And my other friend lives in a hell hole, like the first day I visited I just stood there and pointed out all the dangers of living there (exposed wires, prison kitchen, brutalist architecture, the holes in the walls, the anti suicide windows but railings on the stairs that don’t come up that high and have a rather large gap at the bottom) . Just because it’s Oxford accommodation doesn’t change the fact that it’s still just university supplied accommodation.

Bells. Every hour. Maybe 50 million churches ring their bells. You get used to it after a couple days but fuck was it annoying at the start.

Colleges have balls. Yes BALLS. They are a glorified year 6 disco. As I write this my friend is being forced to listen to the Techo music the college next to her accommodation has been playing for the past 5 hours. It’s midnight. It’s so loud I could hear it in our phone call from inside her room.

Every night some posh boys are walking around in suits with a bottle of wine.

The Radcliffe Camera (or Radcam for people who aren’t virgins) is one of the main libraries open to all Oxford students. It’s got 2 basement levels. And I love it.

No cars = barely any light pollution but it doesn’t beat Hampshire.

Oh also there’s a coach service directly from Oxford to Hampshire. It’s gotten mixed reviews from friends.

All Oxford students shop at Tesco. The main one has an escalator called the Tescalator that goes to an underground level. The closest literally another other food shop that isn’t a small sainsburys is a bus ride away.

This isn’t just an Oxford thing but Formal Dinners. Different for each college. Some do once a week, some do everyday. I’ve gone as a guest to a couple. The food was always BAD. it’s meant to be served by professional chefs and it’s always been shit. My friend swears it’s not always bad but I have yet to have a good Oxford meal. THE CHICKPEAS AND CARROTS WERE UNDERCOOKED. Im not a picky eater but I felt so bad bc i just could not stomach some of it. But it’s cheap so… who cares.

Im realising this is just an Oxford uni rant now but so much about that instigation confuses me.

Sometimes choir kids break into churches to sing.

Psttt, librarians tend to finish work at 5 if you ever want to sneak people who aren’t that college’s students in.

They give you a fob to unlock the doors to the colleges so random people can’t break in.

First year and third year accommodation is either literally on college grounds or on the same road.

Every year that isn’t your first you can choose who you live with if you choose to stay in student accommodation

Students can opt to ‘rusticate’ if they get too stressed, which is basically taking a gap year any-when during the duration of their degree. Some people I’ve met have done this multiple times.

Lectures are usually only an hour long. Not even that sometimes. BUT things like practicals can last hours. Usually Baz is portrayed as an humanities (usually English) student but if he was ever a Stem student then he’s spending like 5-8 hours every other week in a basement. I’m not even joking. Some department’s labs are in the basement. Mine are thankfully in a rather well lit building above ground.

Omg ENGLISH. There is no English Literature course at Oxford only English Literature and Language. That’s another small thing that bugs me. They make you learn old English but teach it in a way where you aren’t learning how to formulate sentences but how to pick them apart. Idk how to explain it.

Also English students gotta read basically a book a week. Then write an essay each week. They get a massive reading list in the summer.

There’s a lot more queer people at Oxford than anyone thinks. Shhh I didn’t tell you.

They like not telling their students what day their exam is on until sometimes the day before :) that caused some stress in the group chat. Depends on the college.

Omg. They call Term 1 - Hillary. Term 2 -Michaelmas. And Term 3 - Trinity.

Everyone gets college parents. Which are mostly older uni students who get into college “marriages” and are assigned like 1-3 students to basically take under their wing for first year. These marriages don’t have to be monogamous . My friend is “married” to 2 gay men. The marriages can be couples (someone I know had a lesbian couple as their college parents), or friends. There’s a “wedding” ceremony as well. Not everyone has a college wedding.

Professors are wild. So many are pedophiles, i know one’s for sure a murderer (why he was never convicted I’ll never know). Some are literally the coolest people I’ve spoken to.

Mayday is a big thing here. Like bigger than anywhere else. No clue why. But did I wake up at 4am this year to listen to some choirs and dance in a road? Yes. Would I do it again? Most certainly. Were the crowds the worst thing I’ve ever been in? Also yes.

Just remembered that they’re always filming something. Wonka was being filmed this year and they fucking cut off paths I needed to be on. They stopped students from getting back to their rooms and libraries.

There’s no parking in the city centre. You usually park on the boarder then take a Park And Ride bus to the centre.

I shall keep thinking of things

#simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz

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ladyaislinn · 7 months

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Rufus Sewell loves "The Pembroke coast; I grew up on these beaches, there are still some incredible secret places.. "Travelling by train: there's something romantic and adventurous about long train journeys. "The Olympics opening ceremony. I thought we might cock-up. We didn't. (..) It showed why we were different, slightly subversively.. and I loved it.. Rufus hates

"People who clog up escalators and won't let you past. They make my blood boil. "Miserable taxi drivers at Heathrow. Welcome to England, I have a love/hate relationship with them! "Tortoises: sorry, I just do...

Rufus Sewell, 2012 Mr. Bean at the Olympic games, London 2012

#ladyaislinn #rufus #sewell #rufussewell rufus #rufussewell #ladyaislinn69

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2wards-travelling · 1 year

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Normal service has now resumed After our Galapagos adventure we are now relaxing back in Quito, until our flight tomorrow to Lima for a bit of site seeing before we test the political climate in Peru on our 20 dsy tour of the country, hopefully devoid of road blocks and demonstrations. I Didn't want anything too strenuous today, so we took a cable car to view the City from 1000m higher at 4000m above sea level. A bit of altitude sickness kicked in and despite my high level of natural fitness I became dizzy and breathless. Unfortunately the notoriously changeable Quito weather didn't go our way, but we did get a close up view of the Quito mist, ( see our wildly interesting pics later ) We did get a couple of photos which give an idea of the vastness of the 44Km by 18 Km city. To get there we had to experience a typical Quito taxi ride, on roads where six cars take up only 4 lanes. ( I try to keep my eyes closed most of the journey to prevent potential heart attacks ) I am sure also that these taxis all have a feed from the exhaust pipe directly into the back seat. I think this may also be a reason why I felt dizzy before. I think they should all be fitted with carbon monoxide indicators. The country seems very good at conservation and saving the environment in some areas,but could make things better by adding an emissions test to their equivalent of our MOT, ( assuming they have some sort of vehicle inspection which I extremely doubt)

Anyway onto the Galapagos......

And for any of you who know me and my propensity for motion sickness, I was a bit apprehensive of 4 days on a small boat. ( yes the motion sickness is why I don't move so quickly on the volleyball and tennis courts anymore ) However those fears never came to fruition ( much ), and we were totally blown away by the landscapes, seascapes , wildlife, the boat, the crew and fellow passengers. I encountered Sharks, seal lions ( not seals, there is a difference ), sea turtles, rays, red crabs, frigate birds, flamingoes, darwins finches, giant tortoises and many more, but my favourites had to be the many boobies I saw. We were ably assisted by our knowledgeable and witty Ecuadorian guide who was even funnier than me and based upon our current experiences would recommend Intrepid tours to anyone thinking of making similsr trips and no I am not sponsored by them. Anyway enough from me for now, as even I am getting bored of rambling on, and Dom needs me to change the Disney + password. Have a look at the photos which will follow shortly and look forward to my next thrilling instalment, once we have had the opportunity to experience some delights of Lima, bye for now

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eleanorcalderfashionarchive · 2 years

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Eleanor Calder | September 6, 2022

Spotted leaving the SO/ Hotel in Paris, Eleanor stopped to greet a fan while waiting for her Taxi. After attending the YSL Beauty X Dua Lipa event the night prior, she was seen wearing a laid back outfit for her trip back to London ⤵︎

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lindsaystravelblogs3 · 10 months

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Still on the HOHO bus. The Bank of Italy, a few other buildings and a scupture-filled garden nicknamed the Devil's Garden (or something similar) by the locals who were scandalised (or jealous) by the naked figures on display. Two forms of hirable taxis and a horse that isn't going anywhere. Finally a small pond inside a restaurant where we had a drink - it contained more than 20 tortoises that were being ill-treated (mildly) by two very unruly kids who appeared to be the uncontrolled progeny of the indulgent owner.

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strongitsalifestyle · 11 months

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Galapagos island off the beaten path.

5 days June 2019

Santa Cruz & Isabela

When you finally take your trip of a lifetime and visit the Galapagos Islands, you have the option of arriving at one of two islands: San Cristobal Island, or Baltra Island. The San Cristobal Island is very close to town, but landing at the Baltra Island airport means transferrin from Batra airport to Puerto Ayora.

Getting to Santa Cruz from Batra airport will take you around 40 minutes once you have crossed the Itabaca Chanel.

A bus will take you to the Itabaca channel. These busses are parked outside of the arrival terminal if by any chance there is no bus, just relax, one will arrive soon. You can place your bags in the baggage compartment, or carry them onto the bus with you. The bus ride takes around 5 minutes and drops you off at the Itabaca Channel which flows between Santa Cruz and Baltra.

At Itabaca Channel, you take your bags to the ferry, and place them on the roof! The cost of the ferry is 80 cents US for the crossing, and takes about 10 minutes. Great opportunity for some first pictures of the Galapagos: crystal blue waters, lush green foliage, and hot blue skies!

When you get off the ferry you have an option to take a taxi or bus.

Taxi: Taxis in Santa Cruz are white pickup trucks. The cost taxi from the canal to Puerto Ayora is $15.00. There will be drivers waiting at the dock offering to take you into town.

Bus: Several busses will be waiting here to collect passengers and take them into Puerto Ayora. The cost is $1.80, and the trip takes about 45 minutes. These busses are most often crowded, and there is no air conditioning.

The bus will drop you off at the main junction in town: Charles Darwin Avenue and Baltra Avenue. This is the “downtown”.

There is a supermarket, post office, children ́s playground and an outdoor sports court with a stage. From here, you can take a $1.00 taxi (white pickup truck) to anywhere in town:

Day 1 June 5

In SANTA CRUZ we stay at a 4 star Hotel El Descanso del Guia. Breakfast was in the rooftop! They had a beautiful pool right in front of out rooms. We were alittle far from downtown but we’re happy with our hotel choice.

We took a $1 cab into town which was 15 mins away as we walked we saw a dock with a playground . On the dock we saw a few seals, our first up close encounter. It was amazing to see that they where not scared of humans.

Day 2 Rancho Primicias giant tortoises underground with a lava tunnel June 6

$5 to get into the reserve weren’t too sure what that meant. Exploring Lava Tunnels, Galapagos. Did you know that Isla Santa Cruz has numerous lava tunnels? Galapagos Islands are volcanic. They exist thanks to millions of years’ worth of eruptions from underwater volcanoes until the build up of hardened lava reached the ocean’s surface.

That same day we to a hike to Las Grietas. Here you could view iguanas and sea lions.

We went to the downtown pier and looked for a water taxi that would drop off us there. We hiked to Las Grietas with no knowledge of what it was. We saw many birds on hike. Def a hidden gem on Santa Cruz. It was a narrow creek between stone wall, people swimming back and forth. Very scenic place you shouldnʼt miss it! We then went back to the water taxis pickups. We were then picked up and taken back the downtown docks.

DAY 3 June 7

We took a speed boat to Isabela, Galapagos. When we arrived we took a taxi to our hotel, Hotel Cally. The next morning we took a snorkel tour.

Los Tuneles Snorkeling Day

The Los Túneles tour is for you if you want to snorkel with sea lions, sharks, and tortoises under lava tunnels. If you’re only going to do one excursion of Isabela, this should be it.

It features snorkeling and a breathtaking trek across Los Tuneles, where, if you’re lucky, you may witness blue-footed boobies doing their mating dance.

When we took the excursion, we could get so close to the blue-footed boobies, snorkel with white-tip sharks, and enjoy the beautiful landscapes.

Day 4 June 8

We went for a tour of The Wetlands, we found a driver that charge us $100 to give us a tour of the Parque nacional galapgos.

First stop; complejo de humedales to do a partial hike to la playa del amor and la playita. Since we already went to Los Tunos on our snorkel trip we didn’t need to do the whole trail. The trail goes to Wall of Tears, also known as El Muro de las Lágrimas. Many people who do this trail rent bikes.

La playa del Amor is situated nearby to Túnel del Estero and Los Tunos. ... name of Albemarle Island, is the largest of the Galapagos Islands of Ecuador. Playa del Amor: A small beach that reaches a small lagoon of sea water where you can enjoy a relaxing bath. It’s an ideal place for children. Nearby is a rocky coast where the marines iguanas are usually resting.

Second stop: La Playita. A small beach (literally by name) whose waters are great for spotting sea lions, sharks, iguanas, and marine birds, in addition to being a lovely spot to swim or snorkel.

Third stop flamingo lagoon.

The largest coastal lagoon in the Galapagos Islands and one of the principal nesting grounds for the great majority of flamingos, this salt-water lagoon near Punta Cormorant is the largest in the Galapagos Islands.

The Galapagos flamingo is one of the world’s most brightly pink flamingos. They have also adjusted to the Galapagos environment in novel ways in order to survive.

The Greater Flamingo is the only flamingo species resident on the Galápagos. The current population is estimated to be between 400 and 500 individuals

4th stop Trail to centro de crianza. The center was created to restore the tortoise population of the southern part of Isabela Island (Sierra Negra and Cerro Azul Volcanoes) and is currently home. This is a sanctuary and breeding center where their primary goal is preserving these beautiful creatures. Each island has its own version of a tortoise sanctuary with many different breeds of tortoises.

At this particular breeding center, they have over 800 tortoises and 65 of those are breeding tortoises. There are 5 species of tortoises in Isabella, but 2 only two of those species are currently breeding. Most of these tortoises are endangered.

Last stop the Mirador del mango; From this site you can see the southern part of Isabela Island and part of the agricultural area. Named Mirador del Mango because of the presence of several trees of this fruit. The attractiveness of the site is the landscape and the typical vegetation with several species of birds.

Day 5 June 9

We did a quick stop to visit Charles Darwin research center.

After that we headed to the airport back to Quito.

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Happy Leap Day! For my third ever Leap Day, I found three froggy friends to jump start the extra fun! 📅🐸🐸🐸🐢

#Leap Day #frogs #February 29 #puns #Kirby #tortoise #Russian tortoise #frog #toy #piggyback ride #tortoise taxi #hat #silly #cute #animals

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chandran2015-blog · 1 year

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Life is an all-inclusive resort

It was the worst snow storm ever in Canada. It had snowed heavily all day and much of the evening. When my wife and I got up at 5 a.m last week and looked out of the window, all we saw was an expanse of white, covering everything around. There we no roads, no yards, no driveways, just a thick layer of snow covering everything.

In this weather, we took a taxi ride to the airport to catch our flight to Cancun, Mexico, in near total darkness. Our taxi driver was a genius, he found thinner patches of snow that could be called roads. We made it to the airport in time, dashed through the security check and finally boarded the plane.

Then our aircraft got stuck in the snow before take-off. Heavy machinery was brought in to finally get the plane moving. The very brave ground staff loaded our luggage in extreme weather, we could see them struggle with opening the luggage hatch.

After two hours on the ground, our aircraft took off in a snow blizzard. Five hours later we landed in a tropical paradise. In just five hours we escaped from sub-zero conditions to a balmy twenty degrees Celsius in Cancun. Another one hour on the bus, and we finally reached our destination, an all inclusive resort just off the beach. We were in good company because twenty other relatives joined us from all over North America for this unique family vacation.

We are now a few days into this vacation and it has taught me so much about life and, of course, relativity. On the first day of the vacation everyone ate a lot; the drinkers amongst us imbibed as much as they could. We filled up our plates and wasted food. We were loud and we were noisy, and most of us simply could not stop talking.

We got up at sunrise, and explored the beach, the water sports and all attractions in this resort. The evening ended late; some of the youngsters partied till midnight. All ages were represented, from ten to eighty years, in this august gathering.

On the second and third day, we sobered down quite a bit. I started eating much less, and, wasting a lot less food. We became more selective about our activities. I went to cavort with the dolphins, a unique experience. Some of us went snorkelling, observing the fish and the tortoises in their natural habitat. We still walked a lot, averaging seven kilometres a day.

Slowly, our bodies starting taking charge of our minds. Some of us had stomach cramps, from eating too much good food. My body hurt in more ways than I could ever imagine. My wife was in bad shape, with aches and pains all over. Still, it was great fun for all, and a great family bonding time.

Mid way through our vacation I had a moment of insight.

What if we are already living in an all - inclusive resort on planet earth, without even realizing it?

This planet gives us everything we need to have a great life, and we have already paid for it with our previous karma. In what way is it any different from an all-inclusive vacation?

We can eat what we like, drink what we like, and take what we like as long as we remember that we are only guests here. We don’t really own anything here, the material goods are only for our temporary use. Once we are done with them, others will use them. Once we check-out, others will check in. Sure, we have to work for a living, but if we enjoy what we do, it is not really work, it’s just a vacation.

We come to this resort called life with a group of our own people from our own community, and we can have a great time in each other’s company. However, we must not be disruptive to other groups, because after all they are also guests and have a perfect right to be here.

We have to watch what we consume all the time. If we lack discipline, our body will discipline us very quickly. Also, there is no point in stealing anything from this all-inclusive resort, because nothing here belongs to us anyway.

We also have to be very respectful towards the myriads of workers who maintain this resort. In our Mexican resort, there were hundreds of workers who worked for low wages and kept the place running smoothly.They prepared food for us, served us drinks and kept the place very, very clean.

It’s the same with the world we live in. It’s the every day low wage workers who keep the world running for us. If we had a few less politicians, or businessmen, or even academics, the world would still function. We could do with a few less engineers, too; there will just be less things to build and destroy. However, take away the plumbers, the electricians and the sanitation workers, and the world as we know it would come to a stop very quickly.

Let us enjoy the all-inclusive resort called planet earth for as long as we can. We are here for a very short stay and there are others just waiting to check-in.

As the poet TS Eliot says:

“Hurry up please, it’s time.”

Before we know it, it will be time to check-out.

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infinitemiral · 2 years

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Jaiden animations irl

Dutch is probably, to an English speaker, one of the weirdest languages to look at. And it didn't help that everything was in a language that we didn't understand. We were so hungry that when we got something to eat, it was, like, the friggin' best thing we've ever and will ever have in our lives, even though it was just a dumb bagel. Things were dizzy, our brains didn't work, everything was hilarious. Every emotion is, like, exponentially enhanced, we were tired. So we got to Amsterdam after a long flight, and you know I never really understood jet lag.until then. It was the one that gives you a random assortment of letters and you have to make all the words you can out of them. One of which included Tim being a nerd and hacking one of the little airport app games with the program he made on his computer to cheat and give him all the answers. On our flight, there were a bunch of funny things we entertained ourselves with. It was the first time we met IRL, and he's super cool.and tall.he's really tall, for a marshmallow. Jaiden: He was probably just getting antsy but we were 15 minutes early.so.would he have to pay the airport 150 bucks? Also I was meeting up in Minneapolis with my YouTube friend TimTom because flying for 8 hours on your own isn't very fun.Husband: I feel like the plane should pay us $10 for every minute we're late!.And after a while, I overheard one guy say to his wife: The flight was a layover that landed in Minneapolis, and it ended up actually being early, so we had to wait for a gate to open up. Also, I was flying Delta so I wasn't scared of being beat up and kicked off. I guess it doesn't matter too much as long as you just get on. I was scared they wouldn't let me on the plane because I didn't get on at the right zone boarding time, but yeah. I pretty much did everything right except when they were boarding the plane, I didn't hear them call my zone, so I went up to the desk guy and was like, "Excuse me, did you already call zone three?" and he was like: So I went to Europe and I wasn't planning on making a video about it, but so much dumb crazy stuff happened, I was like, "Yeah, this is going to be a video, isn't it?" This was my first time flying on my own, so I was nervous and not really knowing what to expect. (face reveal from previous video) This is what I look like, okay? Anything else you stumble across isn't recent. Not everyone cares about me talking about personal stuff and are only here for the fun videos, so just to make sure everyone's on the same page, this is me. Jaiden: Alright, before everything else, I made a video I normally wouldn't make just before this one, and I talked about a bunch of important things and I showed my face.GameStop becomes ”StameGop” and ”Mario Kart” becomes "Kario Mart" Five Guys Burgers and Fries becomes “Give Fuys Furgers and Bries” and Burger King becomes “Kurger Bing”). When mentioning a product or brand, he often uses spoonerisms to avoid infringing the trademarks of those products usually by switching the letters (ex.He has revealed multiple times in his videos that he has lived in North Carolina at some point in the past.He made a song called "Who I Am" in collaboration with his older brother, Brody.It is a creature with blushies, a circular shape, and a cat mouth. He has his own mascot of the channel called the Ham.He also had 2 other family dogs named Pixel and Duke.He has 2 dogs named Dixie and Beau, and 2 tortoises named Scooter and Egg.He has also animated a scene in SomethingElseYT's video My 'like a taxi but not' Experiences He and TheAMaazing collaborated on his YouTube channel's September 2017 video "My Imagination Part 2." He is also good friends with Infamous Swoosh and BrodyAnimates, who he has made several video collabs with on both his channel and theirs. He briefly attended college before dropping out in 2020. He has three brothers named Brody, Brayden, and Brenner, He also has a sister named Brittany. states of North Carolina and California, before moving to Florida, which is where he currently resides. He now has over 2 million subscribers as of February 2022.īryson grew up living in the U.S. He uploaded his most popular video on December 18, 2020. He then released his first merch store on TeeSpring, which he later moved to CrowdMade, continuing to add many new items. It was shown in his video "My Art Journey" in 2019.īryson began his YouTube channel in February 2017. His channel began to gain traction in spring of 2018 with his video "School!!!", which has amassed over 8.8 million views, and was the most popular video on his channel until June 2021. Bryson's first ever animation was a stop motion titled The Great Rock Adventure, which he made with his friend Cole.

#Jaiden animations irl

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simmos-blog · 2 years

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Navigation Nightmare

Thursday 8th September 2022

Breakfast at the Green Gables was lively with the Irish waitress telling us all about the challenges of the menopause and the difficulties she’s having in getting HRT. The food was good and I left feeling positive about the place though there were a few DIY jobs outstanding.

I sauntered the half mile to the station with just a brief stop at the Co-op to pick up a packet of hob nobs to fortify me for the trials ahead. The train was on time (it was full of Chinese people who I think were heading to Manchester Airport) and I was leaving Burneside station by 10.10. It was drizzling so I soon had my full wet gear on and this didn’t change for the whole day as the rain varied from drizzle to heavy but it didn’t stop until 40 mins before I got to my hotel.

I was trying to navigate using the guide book but I was going in the opposite direction to the writer so it proved very challenging. I was using the gps to check my position but there was a 5 mile section in the middle of the walk where I hadn’t purchased the required map so for that the gps was useless. I did get lost in the middle section and walked an extra mile or so. More importantly though I was spending ages finding the correct route and this was slowing my progress significantly. Add in the delays caused by the very slippery/boggy ground together with the numerous tricky stiles to cross and my pace was somewhere between snail and tortoise.

I met loads of people doing the Dalesway but they were all doing it the right way round so it was just a quick “hello, crap weather” and we were past each other. I’ve come to the conclusion only a numpty would do the walk North to South and I am that numpty.

So the walk turned out to be long in terms of distance 18miles plus the half mile walk I had to the station and long in time. I didn’t get to the hotel until 6.30 so it took me 8hrs 20mins. Both these numbers a bigger than I would normally aim to do and today has been as hard as any I can recall for several years. There’s quite a bit of ascent involved as well with the gps recording this as over 4000ft in the day.

My very small room is festooned with drying clothing. I am dubious the boots will dry but I’ve got the radiator in the bathroom working so everything else is drying nicely. The room is only £60 so can’t complain. The food is la di da And it’s expensive. Most meals are £30+ with chips £4 extra. I might end up spending more on food and drink than I’ve spent on the room!!

I chatted to a lady on her own over dinner. She is doing the last three days of the Dalesway. She’s done about 7 miles today but was very surprised when I told her she’s got 16/17 to look forward to tomorrow. I left her looking for somewhere a taxi might pick her up if she decided to bale out.

The forecast tomorrow is rain in the morning and drier in the afternoon so I might have a latish start. I have to be at Dent Station for 4pm which should be easy enough unless I get lost again. Overall it should be a much easier day and will hopefully allow my legs to recover a little as they are a bit stiff/sore.

Just heard that the queen has died. I think the whole nation is going to be sad as she was such a fantastic leader of the monarchy.

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I arrived just at this moment, the taxi driver was a tortoise but I relaxed on the trip.

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Frog shells out for a tortoise taxi! Indonesian amphibian takes the lazy route

Frog shells out for a tortoise taxi! Indonesian amphibian takes the lazy route Photographer captured the amazing moment the tree frog climbed onto the back of a tortoise for an easy ride Yan Hidayat managed to get within nine feet of the spectacle which took place in Padang on island of Sumatra The 35-year-old, who is also from Padang, said it was incredible to see friendship between tortoise…

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DAY 4815

Jalsa, Mumbai May 4/5, 2021 Tue/Wed 2:34 AM

... the lamentations for the loss of the text that was written and then disappeared last night , has been lost too .. they were in reference to years and thoughts of the years gone by .. of times and some remembrances in , as one of my readers of the Blog put it, in kgb mode .. secretive , non understandable , like most secret services of all nations .. 🤣

If they come back to me in that refrain I shall reconsider .. else they go down with me .. some matters and minds should .. their relevance shall be naught .. for they hold hands with them that either have left , or were never interested in the first place .. they could have had value for the self .. but that would be a most selfish exercise .. un exercice égoïste .. eine egoistische Übung .. تمرين أناني tamriyn 'anani .. эгоистичное упражнение ..

... but the mind is a relentless tortoise winding its limitations of speed and destination in its sincerity .. unlike the hare .. determined to nose the tape .. and for some peculiar reason the refer to the previous strikes in the silence of the early morn now .. as the slightest of vibrations on the shutters behind , alert you to the cctv .. they be blank, but not the desire .. ehh hrhh .. not desire .. such a vacant word .. supposed to say it all but never does .. maybe it does for others , maybe not .. but there ..

.. so in the last we were at -

“Leave it , leave it mrB .. you behave like those fact formative early years of self independence when the evening parties were spent in ‘bring your bottle, bring your girl’ and sit aside and debate .. the ‘adda’ of the times which exists in its maturity to date .. and those that resented the thought minds of mere talk for the sake of talk would sneer and snigger , as they danced to the …

GONE .. again .. an entire page of writing as I posted a picture ..

Shall not remember to write again .. it is so damaging .. to destroy and steal my process and think .. TUMBLr .. 😡”

yes .. those that resented the thought minds of mere talk for the sake of talk would sneer and snigger, as they danced to the .. 👆🏾 .. 👇🏿

strains of the popular at the time Pat the Boone, Cliffy baby , and often the holding the traditional waist and hands in ballroom fashion would be freed by the ‘rock of the jailhouse ‘ in the ‘lis Presl shakin all over his blue suede shoes .. Bobby the Darin the sweetheart of the school and the Humperdinck .. maturing on with great swoons and screams to the mop headed at HDN .. the ‘night so hard’ .. and the yaay ya of loves me yayaya .. till the sudden surprise of the wood in Norway .. the Norwegian .. the indian instrument , the haridwaar, the meditational spell of bearded gurus who swore to walk on water and sank at Juhu beaches .. to submarines painted ‘yellow’ .. and the livings of the evenings in the raj infested cultural left overs still predominant to make the burra sahib and the burra din existence in the prominence of the blue decorated Park by the street of a million jams on one .. sundays at trincasjam, pam crain and the Louis Banks of the Fox that was Blue .. mocambo not the ‘gambo’, ??? moulin rouge .. and the solo drum hours of the drummer .. as you ended up in the high end hoteliere Grand and drove back intoxicated with the first era feel of INDEPENDent SELF .. drove walked taxied or trammed to the million residences changed due paucity and capacity of the earning - the clac of the tons with 8 the high gates of the friendly family at Tolly , the chowrings shared with the other in adjoining , and closer to the new rd the Pore of the A .. the NEW of the pore ending up the pgied highest towered , peering at the late night highlights of the neighbourhood .. in gasping views , through parted curtains ..

Left .. left it ..

So .. thoughts and time devoted to the wants and needs for the others .. in distress and in saviour mode for help .. something collected , some on the way , some delivered , some in operation .. BUT ..

.. lots to be done ..

.. this we give in the times of trouble .. the 3rd .. the 3rd wave be in preparedness already and there is the planning in the city at least of the eventuality in the coming few months ..

.. each nano second come the suggestions and research and opinions and statistics of the fraternity , and nothing remains authentic for more than a nano second for the reverse or the opposite come about immediately ridiculing the first .. belief and follow is shattered .. is the T and FB and insta follow the true follow , or manufactured .. every theory has a theory to a theory of another ..

.. never has there been uninterested doubt of one from the other .. believe one and the disbelieve comes hammering through .. say one and unsay the other in immediacy ..

SO .. hehe .. (I use the SO with so much dignity and respect) .. ok away .. simplify the narration mrB ..

RIGHT .. that sound alright ?

RIGHT .. in these conditions then I share thought with the Ef each day .. DAY .. speak to them as one .. as one that sits before me in isolation .. I see them before me .. at my writing location .. up late , up from days work , up after leaving household or office and read .. my rubbish that I pour out ..

BUT .. if I were to ask of a job duty .. a service to be rendered .. naaah .. service and job are wrong .. if I shared and asked for it to be shared further .. would you .. ?

Haha .. I see many hands raised .. screaming all at once “of course .. how can you ever think we would not .. I mean how can you even ask such a question ..”

etc., etc., etc ...

So I shall ask you .. to .. to ..

Forget it ..

Good night ..

surprisingly I felt sleepy by 8 pm and went to sleep in my tracks .. got up by 11 .. and now after the repeats of the postponed IPL , am just not wanting to get back to bed ..

.. there shall be consternation and scoldings and high voices .. and expressed, exasperated dismay .. which I shall of course bear with shielded smile .. but they be right as do you in the many here ..

.. you know the distraction is not the rarity of slumber .. its slumber itself .. it has different manifestations now .. a dimension that cannot be explained ..

earlier it was hit the pillow and the dreams or the sleep went on the ON mode immediately ..

NOW .. there is a process, which if not followed pesters the life out of you .. what to think of when the pillow be hit so as to induce the sleep .. that ladies and gentlemen of the jury takes about the time you normally need for the completion of the hours for rest .. so in the end you actually never sleep sleep as such .. you comprehend .. ?

no .. you did not .. OK ..

Fine ..

GN .. thats good night .. said in all sincerity .. but may it be known that for some its too late to express it and for some that wait it shall be a limited night .. and for me the goodness just leaped out of the window ..

O heavens the morning bird chirps now begin .. its 3:41 a of the M .. soon it shall be 4 .. then 5 .. thats like morning ..

so ..

Good Morning ALL ..

Amitabh Bachchan

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