tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255545392008-10-10T12:54:22.534+01:00Giovanni's life out theregiogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-7814989114689616912008-10-07T15:24:00.003+01:002008-10-07T15:35:43.945+01:00freestyle.ch<span style="font-family:verdana;">check out some ass kickn jumps n tricks me and my beloved sisterheart saw at the biggest freestyle event in europe!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">dude, how much i'd love to do it too!! but once that adult, I accepted that I prefer the safer watching, jejeje</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">have fun</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYuVcEB6vxM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYuVcEB6vxM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-43525100997940488642008-09-07T20:50:00.003+01:002008-09-07T20:54:34.574+01:00HOME SWEET HOME<span style="font-family:verdana;">leaving a place is never easy</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">but the fact that I carry some great experiences and wonderful memories about my time in India makes it all worth it</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">check out Javed s blog, who wrote a whole log about our trip - and ask me for some unzensored comments, since he put some stuff in a really nice way. don t know, maybe not to offend or put the blame on me or whateva. it s great to read it though and puts me back to the most amazing road trip ever. <a href="http://riderofanarchi.blogspot.com/">check it out here</a></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">now I m home again and about to start my last semester at Uni, write my master thesis and keep enjoying life...</span>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-91499711837270972152008-08-26T17:27:00.005+01:002008-08-26T19:43:30.849+01:00WE GOT LEH-ID<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC03255-704338.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC03255-704055.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">August 16, the adventure of our lifetime begins. Javed and me hit the road towards Leh and enjoy the most beautiful and diverse landscapes ever. Crossing stone areas, following rivers, passing no-mans land through off road riding in the cold desert and so many passes was indeed an incredible experience. In fact, during the 2'500 kilometers that we covered in these 10 days I thought of adjectives that describe what we've gone through, come across and saw. It was BEAUTIFUL, AMAZING, STUNNING, WONDERFUL, IMPRESSIVE, DIVERSE, MIND-BLOWING AND JUST INCREDIBLY AWESOME!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC02644-737705.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 112px;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC02644-737308.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0251-751360.JPG"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 113px;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0251-751328.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0360-778081.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 112px;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0360-778065.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Although the roads were in pretty bad conditions sometimes (in fact the roads were just washed away or there was no road at all) a</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">nd not a single day passed that we didn't go to see a mechanist to have our bikes repaired, although we ate Maggie (Nestle 3min noodles) almost every day that I got sick and tired of it, we were freezing out butts off in the cold desert at nights and I had wet feet for the first three days - it was all part of the adventure - the adventure of a lifetime!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The nature and impressions that we got made it all up, was worth way more than all the hassle we went through.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It was a rally like Paris-Dakar - but much better, jejeje</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It was indeed a unique experience and I can definitaly call myself a biker now!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC03075-734494.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC03075-734162.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">On 5'602 meters above sea level we crossed the world's highest motorable road in Khardungla,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">in Pang we passed the world's highest transit point </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and overall we can definitely say that we did one of the most impressive travels. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And to have it done by bike is just the best - the adventure of a lifetime!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">AWESOOOOMME</span><a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=1sed448x.7pometrh&Uy=hwnklq&Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&Ux=0&UV=287327832749_762400638605&localeid=en_US"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">get some impressions by clicking here</span></a>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-83951462588142422032008-08-15T17:55:00.002+01:002008-08-15T17:59:46.696+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >J</span>NR<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >G</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">hit the road</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ready for the road trip of our lifetime</span><br /></div>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-64053403223627086702008-08-13T09:17:00.014+01:002008-08-13T10:14:20.293+01:00about to BIKE ON THE WORLDS HIGHEST ROADS<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Some facts about my upcoming trip:</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Ladakh-1001-798827.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Ladakh-1001-798824.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Altitude</span> of Leh-Ladakh:etween 2750 m and <span style="font-weight: bold;">3505 m</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Distance</span>:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Delhi to Manali: 570 km</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />Manali to Leh: 475 km</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Total kilometers to be passed in 10 days: <span style="font-weight: bold;">2090 km</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span><br />My bike: </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Her</span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">o Honda CBZ (150cc)</span></span><br /><br /><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Why do I consider it as a unique opportunity and am I so much looking forward to this trip?!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Ladakh-1001-%2823%29-772053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Ladakh-1001-%2823%29-772050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Soaring </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >thousands of meters above the po</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >llution, heat and chaos</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >o</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >f</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >I</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >n</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >di</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >a</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >’</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >s </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >crowded cities, the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Himalayas</span> stand a <span style="font-weight: bold;">world apart</span> from </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >any other Indian territory. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Prayer flags </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >snap in the wind on high passes and villages lie marooned amongst </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >s</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >pectacular mountain scenery, linked by kilometers of challenging roads</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > that h</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >ave only been open to foreigners since the 1980s, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Indians </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >tak</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >e pride on </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >exploring the </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">best </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">biking ground on earth</span>. Well b</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >elo</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >w zero degrees Celsius on most of the places on the way gets the <span style="font-weight: bold;">adrenaline pum</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">ping</span> every time you visit. </span></p> <p align="left" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></p><p align="left" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Ladakh-1001-%2833%29-730689.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Ladakh-1001-%2833%29-730687.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The experience of riding on such high </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ground is a world apart from normal cond</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">i</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">tion. Thin oxygen, the cold mountain temperature and challenging terrain combined to form the <span style="font-weight: bold;">rid</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ing experience of a life time</span>.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />source: <a href="http://www.adrenalinerider.com/ladakhinfo2.htm">adrenalinrider</a></span></span></span></p>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-39126220907621165962008-08-13T06:55:00.002+01:002008-08-13T07:05:30.217+01:00coming to an end<span style="font-family: verdana;">Although it's nothing new that time flies by way to quickly I still have to state that here - since this is definitely my impression!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Two months, zzzzht - over like that! </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I cannot believe that tomorrow, Friday 14th of August is already going to be my last day at Mirabilis and my internship comes to an end!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sure, I still have my very exciting trip to Ladakh ahead of me, and I am so much looking forward to that since I really consider it as an unique opportunity that I would not do without Javed!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">But also there, the time is going to fly by - even faster I fear and then my wonderful Indian experience already comes to an end... :-(</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">but won't talk about that yet</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Will go ahead and enjoy the moments left, living them to its maximum - just as always!</span>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-34335243429373801392008-08-13T06:31:00.003+01:002008-08-13T06:51:16.128+01:00annoying processes<span style="font-family:verdana;">as almost everything in India takes so long to organize, we booked all last Sunday to get my bike organized for the upcoming trip to Leh!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">but not as expected, it is not possible in Delhi, to rock up in a bike store, sign a contract, leave your credit card details and drive out with your hired bike... there is no such a thing as hiring, renting out or the way it works is that you have to put a security deposit of Rs 50,000, which is actually the price of buying a second hand bike. If you then bring the bike back within two weeks you would receive Rs 42,000 back! Which sums up to a rental cost of around US$ 200, which is alright - but what a d..stu...ma..fa... process behind it?!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">New solution found is that Valentino, a U59er lends me his bike which he doesn't use anymore. Since it's been standing around unused for quite a while it needs some basic reparation - which I will take over. But again - it's not that easy to find a mechanist, and if he says it will be ready in one day it takes more then that... obviously!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But also with my international driver license it's quite a hassle since <a href="http://www.idlicense.com/">IDL</a> (International Driver License) totally screwed up! So, whenever you are abroad and need an international driver license, don't do it over <a href="http://www.idlicense.com/">www.idlicense.com</a> - they don't keep their promise of having it ready for shipment within 24hours but needed some incredible 5 days to get it ready! <a href="http://www.idlicense.com/">Krascar International Travel Club </a>is not reliable, unprofessional and my only advise is: HANDS OFF!!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, to make a long story short - everything is going to turn out - touch wood - and I'm basically just looking forward to us finally leaving for Ladakh - because that also means that we somehow managed it all... jejeje</span>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-80289732873710306462008-08-04T07:43:00.009+01:002008-08-06T10:50:21.874+01:00Taj Mahal<span style="font-family:verdana;">as it became quite clear in my last posts, I've been working like a dog last week.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Friday till 11p.m.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Saturday till 0.30 a.m.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Sunday till 2 a.m.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">And to top it all, on Wednesday till 4 a.m.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">So when I came back from office at 4.30 a.m. on Thursday morning, Javed my roommate was already there - and he works night shifts!!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">All the reason why we did that was for the client meeting we had on Thursday itself. And that meeting was so frustrating - well, frustrating for Mirabilis, since we got the feedback of being far away from what we were supposed to deliver. On the other hand it was rather a satisfaction to me, since I always claimed that points of lacking structure, a missing focus, clear goals and a clear added value in the report that we were writing.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Fair enough that no one listens to the trainee from abroad. But now, after the WWF Asian Pacific Manager asked exactly for these points we have to manage the turnaround in order to make the project successful.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Personally I take it as a very interesting experience out of which I can learn quite a lot. It highly fosters my cultural understanding and sense of profesional work - or better said of how not to do it.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Due to the fact that I really want to have an equilibrium in my work-life balance, I took Friday off. Just to compensate all the extra hours and mostly recover and relax.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Together with my U59 friends I had a great night out on Thursday, sleeping in on Friday and preparing the birthday party of my Indian brother Javed.</span> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0552-732739.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 177px;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0552-732725.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.facebook.com/p.php?i=662035952&k=Y4EY32RSWVZMXFDBYB66S">get more of javed's birthday party pics</a> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />On Saturday we headed to Delhi where we went to see the Red Fort, Ghandi Museum and India Gate. At India Gate we were interviewed by a local Television Channel, who asked us about Indian Monuments and what we know about India Gate. So after having been on the radio in Switzerland, I'm now going to be on Indian tely as well, jejeje</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">In the evening we went out to Baci, which was an incredible over-priced club that we left immediately after entering. So we headed to check Headquaters and Decibel out. Although there was the worst DJ ever, thanks to the party people I was with we had a great night out!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">The DJ changed the music style after each song! You cannot do that Mr. DJ!! You cannot put Rock after Techno and then some Rap and some Punjab music after R'n'B and expect the people to go with it. FOCUS MAN - again (even in the disco). You can never ever please everybody, less you will do so if you are too broad...</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Once we reached U59 at about 4 a.m. we had a quick refreshing shower, got changed and jumped into the mini bus which took us to Agra. In a group of 10 people I had the pleasure to see one of the 7 New World Wonders!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TAJ MAHAL</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0566-755956.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0566-755943.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0570-758601.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0570-758571.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0566-750029.JPG"> </a><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0573-715742.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0573-715730.JPG" alt="" border="0" /> </a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0584-771050.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0584-771032.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <span style="font-family:verdana;">indeed it's true! you've seen it on so many pictures and posters, but to be physically there, standing in front of it and watching the white marmor is not comparable at all!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">it was soooo impressive, so beautiful, so lovely that it definitely deserves the title of LOVE MEMORIAL!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">once we were to enter the Taj Mahal, it softly started to rain... 15min later, by stepping outside it rained cats and dogs! Never mind, we told us and went out to dance in the rain! It was great fun and so wonderful to enjoy that natural spectacle in front of the Taj Mahal!</span> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0589-796952.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0589-796931.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0593-727289.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0593-727272.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">the fact that we got completely wet didn't bother us at all - we went to a shop, got some new dry cloths, went finally for food and did some drinking games on the ride back to the shitwhole Gurgaon. Obviously we were quite exhausted but it's been such a great weekend!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">it's been so GOOOD<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=64079&l=8a0ef&id=662035952">pics of Taj Mahal journey</a><br /></span></div>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-66045126796746482072008-07-30T08:30:00.002+01:002008-07-30T08:48:35.185+01:00make your day<span style="font-family: verdana;">since I've been working so much lately I brought my earphones to the office and listen to Radio BE1 - the station from Bern which I listen to all the time at home. That really connects me to home and I just feel like being in my room at my computer with radio BE1 in the background.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So today I wrote Simu Moser (the morning show moderator) a mail, saying that I'm in Delhi listening </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">online </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">to the best mix in town and to say out some greetings to all the people abroad listening to radio BE1 - because this is like real faithfulness to your favorite station, right?!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">When he read my message out at 9 a.m. Swiss time, this really made my day!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So cool, I was for the first time on radio - and that when I'm far away from home, jejeje</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the other hand I made Javed's day! </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Today it's his birthday and since he works night shifts and usually gets back at 5a.m., I put his present on the bed so that he'll see it right away when entering our room. Kind of had to improvise with wrapping the Swiss T-Shirt up in toilet paper since I didn't have anything better then that available. But that didn't matter at all - since he was so bloody happy about that lovely surprise. He was so grateful and told me that I made his day </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">over and over again</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">the point being here is to go ahead and either make your own day or someone's day</span>!<br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">it's not too difficult, nothing big nor special needed, it's the thought that counts</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;">in that respect - have a wonderful day</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">be happy and spread the smile across</span><br /></div>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-51268508001371459112008-07-26T19:01:00.002+01:002008-07-26T19:16:23.635+01:00still in the office<span style="font-family:verdana;">wouldn't have expected to leave work on a Saturday night at 11.30 p.m.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">yesterday the same...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">if I start like that already in an internship I see it unlikely to manage a good work-life balance!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and I'm so sorry for the planned weekend with Dhruv. We planned to hang out and stuff and now I end up working all weekend...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">chuta q odio en serio! Nunca me lo hubiera imaginado... y creo q lo hago tambien xq es por la empresa de mi pana. En otra empresa no pienso q me pasaria encontrarme en una situacion asi...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">pero se trata de la forma laboral en la India en general!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Veo tanto potencial para mejoramiento!!! No se organiza bien, se comunica peor y sobre todo por la falta de planificacion hay q rehacer las cosas varias veces. Obviamente eso roba bastante tiempo! Tiempo valioso q hay q recompensar en la forma de trabajar hasta la madrugada!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">grrrr...</span>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-45730269248046072402008-07-21T14:34:00.002+01:002008-07-21T15:06:16.369+01:00Amristar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0493-711465.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0493-711435.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Another great journey to Amristar la</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">st weekend.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Some of the highlights:</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">- Service in the train: first we got served a snack and 1 hour later a soup, so that by the time we received dinner I wasn't hungry </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">anymore...</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">- traveling in an Oto - unbelievable how many people fit in</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">- ceremony of the boarder between India and Pakistan</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">- the GOLDEN TEMPLE</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">- getting food for free at the Golden Temple and seeing all the voluntary helpers - a really impressive process...</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=1sed448x.429plg1h&Uy=feomzw&Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&Ux=0&UV=562992977193_451286507605&localeid=en_US">check out the pics, they express it best...</a>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-64619406171390013392008-07-18T05:10:00.003+01:002008-07-18T05:18:02.140+01:00my hope<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">my hope</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">I thought it dead </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">but then I saw you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">realized it's not dead</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">it cannot die</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">just as the love to you</span></strong></div>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-49577051275046200902008-07-17T05:16:00.003+01:002008-07-17T06:36:58.706+01:00observations<span style="font-family: verdana;">before I even get started I want to make one thing really clear, the following are just the written form of observations - it is far away from any kind of judgment, insult or rudeness. It's not even a statement, just some observations about the daily life in India, which are quite interesting to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Observation 1)</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">If someone sneezes, nobody says anything. You will not hear a "Bless You". Although it's a shame to me, but more and more people don't say it in Switzerland anymore, either. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Now</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">, the funny observation though is, that sometimes, the person who sneezes says: "Sorry", "Excuse Me" or whatever. That is because they disturbed your thoughts with that sneeze, it's an awful noise or interrupted the silence.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Natural noises though leads me to </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">observation number 2)</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farting, burping, peeing on the street and men scratching between the legs is the most common thing ever. The other day when we talked to the landlord about the Air Condition that was still broken, the passed gas in a loudness and like a duck takes to water. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Looking at my friend who stood some stairs above we had to self-control ourselves a lot in order to </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">not </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">burst out laughing...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Observation 3)</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">In general, people here in India never say hello, thank you or good bye.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No matter where I go, might it be in a shop, buying some items, in the supermarket, in the taxi, recharging my phone... whatever interaction I have with Indians, of course I greet them at the beginning, say thank you and good bye or have a nice evening at the end of the interaction. Sure, the Rickshaw driver doesn't speak English but hello and good bye they definitively know. But I never get nothing back! Which is so strange to me, I'm telling you. To me it's just the most common thing and so far I quite took it for granted. But as I realize it here, this kind of politeness is not as naturally as I though - such as pretty much nothing is self-evident in this world I guess...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">A certain kind of ungratefulness is also visible on the street. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Something I hate so much is that certain part of my way getting to work, where the beggars are. Since there is so much traffic, my taxi has to stop there most of the time. Whereas the mendicants might only stand for a short time at an Indian's car, whenever they see white people, they become so imprudent and won't go away before you give them something. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">As a matter of fact, you shouldn't give them something. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Well, that's at least the general Indian perspective on that issue. As long as they are healthy, the general viewpoint is that they should get some work and not be begging on the street, since there is a huge mafia behind it and a lot of them spend the money on alcohol and drugs... The well-known conflict and problem...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anyhow, I often give them money, just because I cannot handle it, them knocking and touching the window, pulling their sad faces and making movements of hungriness. I know, it's their profession, they know how to do it and how to get to the money. But still, it's so damn heartbreaking to me that I just cannot sit there ignoring them. That's basically why I rather give some money, which eases my consciousness, makes me feel like helping a little bit and also makes them leave which gives me my freedom back. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">But the other day, when I gave some 5 Rupees to that girl she kept standing there asking for more. Sure, 5 Rupees is not that much, about 15 Cents - but it's a fair amount of money giving to a panhandler here in India. The fact that she wasn't pleased with that and kept asking me for more made me really mad! Seeing such ungratefulness drives me up the wall and although the girl obviously didn't understand English, I told her off so much that she even wanted to give me the money back. She might not have gotten my point but still I hope that the situation in India is going to change in the near future. The potential is there, that's for sure. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know the world is an unfair place. The more I see of it the more I realize that.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I reckon this might be the reason why I'm becoming an even more grateful person, aware of what I have, how privileged I am and all the things that are not for granted.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hema, a friend from work keeps saying, that I might become a next Che Guevara after my road trip...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">who knows...</span>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-44391836971925042932008-07-14T15:26:00.004+01:002008-07-15T05:48:35.879+01:00exploring Delhi<div align="center"><a href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0369-772725.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0369-772701.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">on the back of the Ghost Rider Javed we were heading to Delhi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0378-762154.JPG" border="0" />went to see the Humayun's Tomb, which was the same architect as for the </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Taj Mahal</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">the similarities are quite noticable</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0394-708740.JPG" border="0" />we took some great shots at the India Gate, the place dedicated to all the warriors who died in World War II</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Funny was when I asked an Indian to take a picture of us, he wanted to take one with me too. First I thought he wants me to take a pic of them, but then I realized that he really wanted to take it with me. But instead of taking the India Gate in the background they just wanted to have me on, hehehe. Felt like a superstar, jejeje</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">As a matter of fact, non-Indians get looked at quite heavily. Whereas at white guys they just look, at our friend Julie from France they literaly stare, tall and blond haired as she is...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0402-759956.JPG" border="0" /><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Next we went to a Sikh Temple, which was a really impressive experience. Sure we had to gett off our shoes and cover our heads. The atmosphere in the temple was really nice. And just as the Punjab themselves we sat down and praied. Although I don't need a temple to say please and thank you, I still enjoyed having that peaceful moment in such a hectic and lively city.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">After that we went to Akshardam, the biggest Hindu Tempel in the World constructed by Swaminarayan. It was quite a hassle to get in there. We had to deposit everything, from cel phones to camera to bags and guns... So although it is a really beautiful place, that's why there is only one picture about it. Still, to me it was more like a museum than a temple, since there was no space to sit down and pray. People just walked around in the temple, watching the statues, paintings and impressive ceilings and walls. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Almost starving after that, Javed took me to the best kebab place in town before heading back to Gurgaon, which takes only about 25min by bike compared to the 50min by car or 1.5 hours by bus.</span></p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=1sed448x.9u663bj1&Uy=ae2nhe&Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&Ux=0&UV=595792398326_681345086605&localeid=en_US">all the pics of our sightseeing in Delhi</a><br /><p>I'm full with more impressions and observations about the daily life, which I hope to find the time to post them soon...</span></p>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-16254286860567283812008-07-08T05:36:00.003+01:002008-07-08T05:46:52.249+01:00HUMAN ART in Jaipur<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n517995263_1017617_2192-765976.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n517995263_1017617_2192-765972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n517995263_1017619_2849-726406.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 151px;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n517995263_1017619_2849-726402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n517995263_1016657_7722-779500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 304px;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n517995263_1016657_7722-779495.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n517995263_1017616_1879-750594.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 151px;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n517995263_1017616_1879-750592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-45928258728661370502008-07-07T05:25:00.002+01:002008-07-07T07:19:16.675+01:00Jaipur<p align="center"><a href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0300-709476.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="192" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0300-709464.JPG" width="268" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Saturday, July 5, 2008. 3.30 a.m. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">7 trainees leave U59 heading off in the AC cab to Jaipur. Julie (France), Anca (Rumania), Stefano (Brazil), me (Swiss), Svetlana (Bulgaria), Jaime (Chile) and Matteo (Italy (he took this picture, that's why he's not on it))</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0293-760597.JPG"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0293-760583.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0320-768586.JPG"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0320-768565.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><br /><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">at 7.30 a.m. we arrived in Amber, where we did an elefant back ride and got to see the fort.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Then we headed to Jaipur to do some sightseeing. It's a wonderful city and we spent a great time together. <a href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0339-799795.JPG"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0339-798791.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Javed, my Indian roommate took us to places where we otherwise wouldn't have reached - it was just wonderful, but see yourself more by clicking </span><a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=1sed448x.5p5c1qul&Uy=x9m1my&Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&Ux=0&UV=97275601261_616134946605&localeid=en_US"><span style="font-family:verdana;">here</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0360-743183.JPG" width="212" border="0" /></span></div></div></div></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thank you guys, it was great and I enjoyed a lot!</span></p>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-1893229557718776612008-07-01T06:02:00.003+01:002008-07-01T06:28:35.363+01:00so many people<span style="font-family:verdana;">I keep saying: <strong>SO MANY PEOPLE!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">in India you have so many people, any place, any time - and <strong>so many people</strong>! it's incredible!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">also at the get togethers with the trainees we are <strong>so many people</strong>, which is just cool! See what I'm talking about...</span><br /><a href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n1374158480_23615_8591-737423.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n1374158480_23615_8591-737420.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Nataliya's Farawell-Party last Friday, on the roof of U59 (the block where I live) </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">90% of the people you see on the pic live in one of the 25 rooms of the two blocks, which are linked together over the rooftop, where we usually get together and party...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><a href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n781202504_557772_1881-749782.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n781202504_557772_1881-749777.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> That was at my first party in Delhi, the one that made my day, catching up with about 40 trainees from Gurgaon and Delhi...</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">...soooo many people...</span></strong></span></p>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-30611321460467016802008-06-26T05:42:00.002+01:002008-06-26T06:50:59.057+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There's quite a funny story to tell about the client's meeting on Friday. On the way getting there, an Otto driver (Ottos are these little 3 wheel taxis) knocked on the window of our taxi, saying that we lack some air in the rear wheel. Thanks for information - never mind - keep on driving - but only for a couple of kilometers when the driver stopped - and we had a puncture!! There we were, in our formal cloths, sweating, stuck on the road. Already quite short of time, we had to take an Otto to the meeting. When my colleague got upset, I said that this is a nice story to tell and that she always has to look at it from a positive perspective, right?!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Well traffic in India... an issue for itself!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cause after a wonderful welcome dinner with my company some 20 trainees were off for Vischiquesh, a village (you know, only 500,000 habitats) 250 km up north from Delhi. After 45km, which took us unbelievable 3 hours, one taxis engine broke and we were stuck on the road. </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0196-752994.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0196-752973.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0200-787029.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0200-787015.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some trainees were just fed up with the whole chaos and took the running taxi to get back. All the hardcore people did it the Indian way, took a crowded bus and made it somehow to the desired destination.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a wonderful place, in the middle of the woods. It wasn't a big surprise that there weren't enough tents for all of us - so we shared, as usual here, jejeje</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Did some trekking to wonderful waterfalls and great refreshments.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the evening we had a BBQ and Goton playing the guitar, which was great!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0209-720942.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0209-720926.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0215-772058.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0215-771666.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The rafting on Sunday was good fun. But defenitaly and unfortunately at the same not a raft 5. It was too dangerous they said, so out of the wanted 27km ride we could only do 11 with some 5 great rapids. But still, it was cool, especially the swimming in the Ghanges was such a well doing refreshment!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">To give you an impression about this small village, I best put some pics: </span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0208-740538.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0208-740484.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0236-728185.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0236-728170.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0247-788939.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0247-788919.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Getting back to Delhi, an issue for itself - remember, traffic!!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It took us fkn, insane 8 hours for 250 km!!! Imagine, that's about 35 km/h the bus drives!!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The guys at the Tour de Suisse are faster!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roads here are the most terrible thing ever!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And the </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">most annoying</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> to me is that </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">HORNING</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">! </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">At the back of buses it even says: "Horn Please"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That's so stupid, they'd do it anyway, all the time. And of course, the louder the horn the better... GOSH, grrr, dono if I'll ever get used to that...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Besides most the things could be sorted out:</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">- have a room to stay now that I share with Javed, my new Indian brother</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">- have an own taxi driver - like my chauffeur, who brings me to work and home, jejeje</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">- my stomach felt a little strange for only one day, which is fair enough</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and at my job we agreed that I don't work 12hours daily but rather 8. I reckon doing some 9 hours, since I really like what I'm doing, it's a great project.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Don't worry, I don't and won't go ape :-))</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0258-714405.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/PICT0258-714374.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=1sed448x.c5pbnp31&Uy=-ehossu&Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&Ux=0&UV=25818713368_241707116605&localeid=en_US"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Link to all the pics</span></a><br /></div>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-83420455308695585062008-06-20T09:32:00.002+01:002008-06-20T10:11:22.745+01:00quite a messbefore I start writing about what happened recently I wanted to speak out my THANK to all the readers of my blog. The 10'000 visit passed, which is incredible. Since from september 2006-07 it has been 6'500 readers. and now, in less time the 10grand line passed. So just, thank you for being with me and caring about me my friends out there!<br /><br />So now about what has been going on the last says...<br />in short words: sooooooooo much!<br /><br />and everything has been quite a mess and needs still to be sorted out<br />on wednesday i finally got my suitecase and went with it directly to my new office, which is set in guragoa, 1hour bus ride from delhi, if there is not too much traffic. so there was a huge debate about whether I move to the traineehouse in Gurgoa or stay in Delhi. Once it's been set that I move to Gurgoa, the trainees there told me that there is no space...<br />Dropped with my luggage in the office I figured that I had to leave work to sort things out. After getting lost in the taxi - it's too bad, taxi drivers usually don't have an idea where to go and get lost all the time, when they ask someone on the street, everybody gives huge explanations about the way, where to go and stuff, but they actually don't have a clue either...<br />Ok, so finally we made it to the traineeshouse, which is a huge block with lots of doors. Sure, no names nothing. Luckily I met someone in the corridor that looked foreign and asked him about a room for me. When he showed me the rooms they sleep in a was really surprise, for not to say shocked... they're quite small and have two beds in, right next to each other. so think of a kingsize bed to picture it correctly... and they share the room between two!!!<br /><br />well, I don't know what I expected, nothing - as I always have been fine with that. But what I got to see there just confused me quite a bit. After talking to some other trainees I realized that this is the way they all felt at the beginning and yet the way the do it now. So I figured that I'll just be as fine with it...<br />Still, I don't have a room yet. Where I sleep is just for a couple of days but my final room and roommate have still to be sorted out...<br /><br />The best thing though followed. After a hell of a day I went with the other trainees to Delhi to celebrate Badawis (an egyptian trainee) birthday! There were about 30 to 40 trainees there!! Imagine! it was incredible!! and such great fun to meet everybody!!! well, I couldn't even talk to everybody since there were too many, jejeje. and once the party really started we were all dancing, drinking and having fun! It was so cool, really, that made my whole day up!!<br /><br />Work:<br />My job is awesome! A really young and dynamic team with really nice persons who are always there to help me out with whatever issue. So far it's been challenging and quite demanding. Yesterday I worked for 13hours - on my second day of work! But this was pretty much do to the fact that we have a client meeting today and things had to be finalized... well, that's what I thought and didn't bother working so long, although I hope this is not gonna be the normal case. I mean sure, it's an advisory - such as McKinsey, just a start-up and way smaller of course, but the work is comparable.<br />So I'm on that project about urbanisation, which is really interesting and learningful. Looking forward to proceeding with the project!<br /><br />And yeah, DHRUV arrived yesterday! It was so great to see my Indian brother again, really!!<br />Although it's been nearly two years that we haven't seen each other, it was just as if we've gone out yesterday. You know, the leaves of a tree come and go, but the roots stay - and that's what a friendship is all about!<br /><br /><br />So after the client meeting (which is WWF, by the way) my colleagues give a welcome party to me, then I'll go back to the traineehouse, see if I can arrange a set room to me and at midnight we I'll go with the trainees to "don't ask me the name", where you can do rafting (raft 4-5 --> amongst the strongest possible --> how cool is that, yeahh), clif jumping and just chill!<br />I'm really looking forward to that!<br />will keep u updated...giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-19134976267120468332008-06-17T12:59:00.002+01:002008-06-17T14:02:27.888+01:00first impressions of DehliNAMASTE (hello in Hindi)<br /><br />I arrived well in New Dehli, India but unfortunately my baggage didn't. When I went to claim it and saw that my bag wasn't on the rail I went to ask for it at the desk. There they already knew that my luggage got forgotten in London. Tomorrow it'll arrive they told me. Well, by now it is here, at a friends place and I'm so much looking forward to a shower...<br /><br />Yes, it is really hot and humid. Without AC I was nearly melting away before up in my room...<br />After having received the greatest hospitality yesterday I moved into the traineeflat, which urgently needs cleaning but besides that it is excellent. One traineehouse is already full, and I'm the first one moving into a new house. In the next days two more persons are to come.<br />With a total of 50 trainees here in Dehli I'm sure it's gonna be great fun, jejeje<br /><br />At my arrival yesterday, two guys picked me up at the airport and we went to Hockers, to have some typical Indian food, some shisha (waterpipe) and drink native beer. Then I went with some other guys from the EB to watch a movie, play cricket (national sport of India) and finally we went for dinner together. After nearly getting lost (which to me seems pretty easy in Dehli) Tarish then welcomed me in his very beautiful house with the loveliest family you can imagine to sleep over at his place.<br /><br />The food is soooo delicious, I'm telling you! And they made me eat everything. Even from stands in the street they bought me some whatever typical snack. All the sorrows about my stomach, all my words that freshly in Dehli you shouldn't eat everything, give your belly time to adapt, of course, got blown into the air by the Indians. And hey, I'm doing just fine with it. Happy for that as just everything about my new experience :-)<br /><br />Surprisingly to me I feel so familiar. It's my first time in India but I kind of feel like I know all this, like I've been here before. I just feel excellent, so welcomed and so much part of it.<br />Sure it's great to see the chaos on the street, mixed with pedestrians, cows, 3-wheel taxis, cars, trucks and everything just fighting for its right to go first. But it more amuses me than causing a strange feeling. Yesterday we hit twice another tuck tuck and nothing - the drivers just screamed at each other and that was it. It's all good - it's India.<br /><br />And that is the most heard answer to any question: it depends!<br />which is so true when you think about it. India is so diverse, and even in Dehli you find anything. there is no yes or no to a question - because they have it all!<br /><br />So I just do as told: FEEL WELL because in India anything is possible, you can do whatever you want as long as you feel good by it!<br /><br />wish you can do so as well!<br />lovely hug from Dehligiogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-65647630141979466062008-06-05T15:36:00.002+01:002008-06-05T19:10:50.124+01:00it's done<span style="font-family:verdana;">finally, exams are over and my summer vacations start! what an excitement!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">for now i guess i'll go with the hype of the european championship, chill out with friends and watch some games before i'm off to india!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">gosh, that's so damn cool and i promise to update my blog more frequently once i'm in india</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">enjoy the summer (hope that yours is better then the one in switzerland)</span>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-38858494183490126102008-05-03T14:54:00.004+01:002008-05-03T15:24:13.020+01:00going to INDIA for my TRAINEESHIP<span style="font-family:verdana;">it's just incredible, amazing, totally thrilling and unbelievable</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Finally I am going to<strong> finish my AIESEC eXperience with my traineeship</strong> - and you won't believe it - but I'm going to India - to work in the start-up company of <strong>my brother </strong><a href="http://chitgo.nomadlife.org/"><strong>Dhruv</strong></a><strong>!!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm sooooooo excited, can't wait for it! Damn happy about making another dream come true!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thank you so much Dhruv for being such an important part of it once again, you are wonderful!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>INDIA HERE I COME :-)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/indien_blog-picture-746978.jpg" width="374" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know that all the football fans would scream that it's a shame leaving the Switzerland during the 'Euro' (European Championship). But as a non-football freak to me it would be a crime missing out on this unique opportunity... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, I quite know why the song: "I'm so excited, I just can't hide it" is up in my head together with the AI dance on IC 2006 in Poland...</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">And AIESEC Ecuador, you are finally going to get my MT SN Number matched ;-)</span></div>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-27550569990319759252008-03-25T14:40:00.003Z2008-03-25T14:53:45.512ZEaster Weekend in Napoli<span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/q-chevere-volvernos-a-ver-730378.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It was just great seeing my brother Luigi again!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Napoli is a pretty city and we had lots of fun together. Met a lot of Luigi's friends who are all really nice. Although sometimes it was pretty hard to go into a proper discussion since most people don't speak English or Spanish, and unfortunately I don't speak Italian, which is a shame I know (especially with my name) but what can I do about it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I really expected it to be closer to Spanish but it's not at all. Furthermore in Napoli they speak Napoletano, which is like Quetchua in Ecuador, Swiss German for the Germans, another weird langugage</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">--> no offence broh... ;-)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">In terms of sightseeing I got to see quite a lot, </span><br /><a href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/guerrero-loco-792178.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/guerrero-loco-792152.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">castles, plazas, shopping malls, the harbour and so on. was really nice. I even had a "cultural shock" or big surprise to call it... But I won't reveal that one, for this you have to go and see yourself... :-)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fue bacan volverte a ver hermano, gracias por todo otra vez, me gustaba mucho</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">y esta muy bien saber q sigues el mismo - no solamente q siempre estas al telefono pero el pana q siempre estabas!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><br /><div><div><a href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/siempre-al-telefono...-732335.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/siempre-al-telefono...-732312.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">nos vemos en Suiza con nuestros demas amigos de nuestro tiempo inolvidable de Ecuador por la copa europea!!<br /></span><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">For all the pics click </span><a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=1sed448x.9dar3bl1&Uy=-oa2uy8&Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&Ux=0&UV=56596950104_947016813605"><span style="font-family:verdana;">HERE</span></a></div></div>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-46913424128621798292008-03-18T14:40:00.001Z2008-03-18T14:42:41.887ZFeeling high<span style="font-family:verdana;">And I don’t mean "high" like on drugs or sth but just great, thrilled by all the stuff that’s going on in my life.<br />Yesterday I had my first working day at isonet, an IT company where I work as sales assistant. It was just an awesome day, though but so learning full. It's a great and really young team and my work seems to be really challenging and interesting! So much looking forward to getting started for real!!<br />On the way back to Berne I felt like after an AIESEC conference, kind off. Thrilled, full of energy, motivation and new ideas I have to think about…<br /><br />Then I got elected for Accenture’s Mentroship Programm!!<br />Dude, I’m so grateful for that since there are so much thoughts and ideas spinning around in my head...<br /><br />And I bought my ticket to Napoli for the Easter weekend where I will visit my Italian brother!! Senor Luigi – el loco!! Me encanta volverte a ver hermano!<br />Hasta pronto</span>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25554539.post-60404648751108711232008-03-11T22:24:00.001Z2008-03-11T22:26:22.704Z<div align="center"><a href="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/thank-you-774615.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://giovanni.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/thank-you-774611.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />so much for all the lovely greetings to my birthday<br />I really appretiate!<br />And the best thing would be to do a huge party with all of you...<br />maybe on my 30th<br />:-)<br /></div>giogiovannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06983228382657457091noreply@blogger.com