tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299936102011-04-21T21:29:36.621+02:00Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-11419422718461936262008-07-23T21:31:00.001+02:002008-11-13T08:07:59.940+01:00<a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aldaba">Aldaba draconiana</a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/SIeIDBpn2DI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1XzM-KWMOlg/s1600-h/Imagen025.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/SIeIDBpn2DI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1XzM-KWMOlg/s400/Imagen025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226295478150748210" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/SIeIDY1IVII/AAAAAAAAAEE/RoIOORLYFZs/s1600-h/Imagen021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/SIeIDY1IVII/AAAAAAAAAEE/RoIOORLYFZs/s400/Imagen021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226295484373030018" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-1141942271846193626?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-35750880495049309212008-07-14T20:55:00.000+02:002008-11-13T08:08:00.033+01:00<p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/SHuhauq9-MI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gDhD4ne3gOI/s1600-h/P4150030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222945673443145922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/SHuhauq9-MI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gDhD4ne3gOI/s400/P4150030.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br />Antes no había ordenadores.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-3575088049504930921?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-36838987124468242492008-07-14T00:49:00.002+02:002008-11-13T08:08:00.185+01:00<p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/SHqG9X8SsQI/AAAAAAAAADs/ndCabQ7l3Pw/s1600-h/Imagen034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222635106846552322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/SHqG9X8SsQI/AAAAAAAAADs/ndCabQ7l3Pw/s400/Imagen034.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><br /><br />Al fondo a la derecha, chiquitito, chiquitito (y mira que es grande), el Alcázar. </p><p>Como siempre, pincha en la imagen para verla más grande.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-3683898712446824249?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-32082418517009315442007-08-05T14:24:00.000+02:002008-11-13T08:08:00.486+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Punto de paso obligado del Camino de Santiago, de la ruta que viene de Francia, hay muchos que empiezan desde aquí el viaje.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RrXEAIbUZ8I/AAAAAAAAADU/nLquedMwxNI/s1600-h/PA090121.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RrXEAIbUZ8I/AAAAAAAAADU/nLquedMwxNI/s320/PA090121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095194059980695490" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><div style="text-align: center;">El cielo ataviado de azul, plata y oro;<br /> las nubes orladas de brillante lumbre.<br /> El monte, el prado, el valle, la cumbre<br /> y el río sonoro.</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RrXDu4bUZ7I/AAAAAAAAADM/ulptZ1RrITQ/s1600-h/PA090108.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RrXDu4bUZ7I/AAAAAAAAADM/ulptZ1RrITQ/s320/PA090108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095193763627952050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.roncesvalles.es/">Merece la pena</a> perderse por aquí unos días<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-3208241851700931544?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-45244307734453765932007-07-27T01:35:00.000+02:002008-11-13T08:08:01.385+01:00Fotos tomadas desde La Cala de Benidorm (el lado contrario del que siempre sale en la tele con la playa hasta los topes de gente).<br /><br /><br /><br />Mañana<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RqkxPobUZ5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lZboZxaAY3U/s1600-h/P8100012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091654998338856850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RqkxPobUZ5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lZboZxaAY3U/s320/P8100012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Tarde<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RqkxEIbUZ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/j91t0irhiQ8/s1600-h/P8110020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091654800770361218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RqkxEIbUZ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/j91t0irhiQ8/s320/P8110020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Anochecer<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/Rqkw34bUZ3I/AAAAAAAAACs/TtuOP3szDrM/s1600-h/P8190011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091654590316963698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/Rqkw34bUZ3I/AAAAAAAAACs/TtuOP3szDrM/s320/P8190011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Noche<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RqkwrYbUZ2I/AAAAAAAAACk/FERAjGpWBDA/s1600-h/P8180005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091654375568598882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RqkwrYbUZ2I/AAAAAAAAACk/FERAjGpWBDA/s320/P8180005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Y una estampa nublada de regalo<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/Rqkx0IbUZ6I/AAAAAAAAADE/WbeVqwbRFGE/s1600-h/P8180001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091655625404082082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/Rqkx0IbUZ6I/AAAAAAAAADE/WbeVqwbRFGE/s320/P8180001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sólo me queda por tener una del amanecer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-4524430773445376593?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-46611343753148836572007-07-12T11:22:00.000+02:002008-11-13T08:08:01.406+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RpXzYV1CP-I/AAAAAAAAACU/iOIguitOWIQ/s1600-h/P4080158.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RpXzYV1CP-I/AAAAAAAAACU/iOIguitOWIQ/s320/P4080158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086238953686843362" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Nada como las paellas de mi tío Germán, insuperables.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-4661134375314883657?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-56267103732117257442007-07-06T13:17:00.000+02:002008-11-13T08:08:01.595+01:00Una de dos, o la gente es muy rara, o tiene unos amigos muy hijos de puta<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/Ro4lVOUtm-I/AAAAAAAAACM/w9Nr1jkYR00/s1600-h/P5140185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084042075900320738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/Ro4lVOUtm-I/AAAAAAAAACM/w9Nr1jkYR00/s400/P5140185.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">(Pincha en la foto para ampliarla)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-5626710373211725744?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-11479381338216265602007-07-01T19:06:00.001+02:002008-11-13T08:08:01.971+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RofgJ-Utm6I/AAAAAAAAABs/6SX43t3IAqc/s1600-h/P3310001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RofgJ-Utm6I/AAAAAAAAABs/6SX43t3IAqc/s320/P3310001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082277166464211874" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Como siempre, avisos que evidencian la falta de respeto del ser humano<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/Rofg0eUtm7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/4cEVT_hT4XU/s1600-h/P3310021.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/Rofg0eUtm7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/4cEVT_hT4XU/s320/P3310021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082277896608652210" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />La Sierra de Guadarrama<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/Rofhd-Utm8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/-4cBAwbpKxI/s1600-h/P3310031.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/Rofhd-Utm8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/-4cBAwbpKxI/s320/P3310031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082278609573223362" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Una visitante inesperada<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RofhzeUtm9I/AAAAAAAAACE/AdgsUCA3u1E/s1600-h/P3310044.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RofhzeUtm9I/AAAAAAAAACE/AdgsUCA3u1E/s320/P3310044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082278978940410834" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-1147938133821626560?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-74223855833211725812007-06-27T00:47:00.000+02:002008-11-13T08:08:02.121+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RoGX5gNpshI/AAAAAAAAABk/Nr7h8Lu65GU/s1600-h/P2180001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RoGX5gNpshI/AAAAAAAAABk/Nr7h8Lu65GU/s320/P2180001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080508868806160914" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Así es la vida... acabar entre los escombros.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-7422385583321172581?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-68001562755755658252007-06-22T02:18:00.001+02:002008-11-13T08:08:02.332+01:00<div>Y como no podía ser de otra forma, a parte de playa y cubatas, estuvimos con los monos del Peñón...<br /></div><p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RnsWtQNpseI/AAAAAAAAABM/Xg3GA2AmTKU/s1600-h/P5140084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078677971492516322" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RnsWtQNpseI/AAAAAAAAABM/Xg3GA2AmTKU/s320/P5140084.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div><br /><br />... y con alguna que otra gaviota...</div><div> </div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RnsY5QNpsfI/AAAAAAAAABU/NlQkIZ1cgzQ/s1600-h/P5140124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078680376674202098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RnsY5QNpsfI/AAAAAAAAABU/NlQkIZ1cgzQ/s320/P5140124.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-6800156275575565825?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-69762338409885472482007-06-21T21:13:00.001+02:002008-11-13T08:08:02.420+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RnrOXANpsdI/AAAAAAAAABE/W_2xS_roQmo/s1600-h/PB270019.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lpm-8N5gZwE/RnrOXANpsdI/AAAAAAAAABE/W_2xS_roQmo/s320/PB270019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078598424403227090" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Menudo susto, así, de buena mañana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-6976233840988547248?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-1156952770127525962006-08-30T17:04:00.000+02:002006-08-30T17:54:04.626+02:00</a><br /><strong>Los Andes</strong><br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P8040137.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></a><p></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">Disfrutamos de unas vistas magníficas desde el avión en el trayecto Santa Cruz de la Sierra-Lima </p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><strong>El lago Titicaca</strong></p><p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P8040151.jpg"></a></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P8040151.0.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="left">Me hizo mucha ilusión pasar por el <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lago_Titicaca"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Titicaca</span></a>. Es uno de esos sitios que siempre me habían parecido misterioso cuando era pequeño y lo estudiaba en Geografía. Nunca pensé que lo vería. La foto no es muy buena, pero es que la luz no permitió nada mejor.</p><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-115695277012752596?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-1156427662825609662006-08-24T13:55:00.000+02:002006-08-24T15:54:22.896+02:00<strong>La Paz</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P8020069.0.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P8020069.0.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br />La Paz es la capital administrativa de Bolivia (la capital oficial es Sucre). Es una ciudad muy peculiar, rodeada de montañas y, sobre todo, alta, muy alta... a 3.800 metros. La primera foto es de la parte rica, que al contrario de lo que es normal en el resto de ciudadaes del mundo, se encuentra en la parte baja de la urbe, ya que allí el aire contiene más oxígeno y la esperanza de vida es superior a la del Altiplano.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P8020081.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P8020081.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Los Andes, una maravilla.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P8030088.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P8030088.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">La parte pobre de la ciudad, con las casas apiñadas hacia arriba. Dicen que cuando llega la época de lluvias, variasd e estas viviendas, que son bastante endebles, son arrastradas por las aguas.</p><p align="left"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P8030124.0.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P8030124.0.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>El Altiplano. La parte más pobre de la ciudad. El 64 por ciento de la población boliviana vivie en la miseria. Avenidas a medio asfaltar, casas bajas, población indígena...<br /><br /><strong>Santa Cruz de la Sierra</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P8030134.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P8030134.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Y otra vez los contrastes. En Santa Cruz de la Sierra, la ciudad más rica del país, hay unos chalets impresionantes y un gran club social con tres piscinas, campos de tenis, fútbol, campo de golf... y a poco menos de un kilómetro, la gente muriéndose de hambre. Al parecer, en los alrededores del complejo viven los empelados de Repsol.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-115642766282560966?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-1156341516152422572006-08-23T15:38:00.000+02:002006-08-23T15:58:36.186+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P7300028.jpg"></a><br /><br />CARTAGENA DE INDIAS<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P7290003.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P7290003.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P7300012.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P7300012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Cartagena de Indias es una ciudad de estilo colonial, preciosa, con un punto de decadencia. Es donde vivía hasta hace muy poco Gabriel García Márquez. Es la ciudad más turística de Colombia y la más segura, sorprende la inmensa cantidad de policías y militares que hay en las calles.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P7300018.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P7300018.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">El hotel, como podéis ver, era lo más de lo más. Tenía una pisicina en la azotea, con unas vistas maravillosas.</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P7300028.0.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P7300028.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P7300032.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P7300032.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">Pero no es oro todo lo que reluce. A las afueras de Cartagena hay una gran barriada en la que viven en la miseria. Se te parte el alma.</p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left">BOGOTÁ</p><p align="left"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/1600/P8010058.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5799/2484/320/P8010058.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">La capital colombiana es una ciudad descomunal, gigantesca, de siete millones y medio de habitantes. No tuve tiempo de verla demasiado, pero me dijeron que poco o nada hay que ver allí, que son todo casas. nadie intentó hacernos nada, ni secuestrarnos.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-115634151615242257?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29993610.post-1150816191888213342006-06-20T17:06:00.000+02:002006-06-20T17:09:51.900+02:00<a href="http://www.ugt-aytomadrid.com/obras.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ugt-aytomadrid.com/obras.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29993610-115081619188821334?l=miraloquemiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00419622229503858387noreply@blogger.com2