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This Colombian river is located in the Serrania de la Macarena province of Meta. The river is commonly called the "River of Five Colours" or the "Liquid Rainbow," and is noted for its striking colours. The bed of the river from the end of July through to November is variously coloured yellow, green, blue, black, and especially red, the last caused by its unique Macarenia clavigera plants on the riverbed.
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Taken in, La Vila Joiosa, Spain,
The original was a bit flat, I decided to give it a bit of a face lift.
Caño Cristales, La Macarena. Meta Colombia
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This is the lodge canoe that took us from Leticia to the lodge. It is tied up where we stopped for lunch at the side of the river about 1 hour from Leticia.
After 4 hours your legs needed a good stretch.
Cano's Castle, located in the small southern Colorado town of Antonito, is the brainchild of a Vietnam vet who designed and built several structures. The are comprised mostly of scrap metal, beer cans, hubcaps, and pieces of wood.
After climbing to Kesänki fell and spending some time there with my family, we started to come down the fell through Pirunkuru. It had been raining all day and we were all soaking wet from all the raining. While coming down the Sun was shining through the clouds beautifully. I had to stop to take a picture of it.
Toma realizada en el cabo de Trafalgar . Caños de Meca. Cádiz ( Spain )
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Da bambino morivo spesso. Morivo trafitto da una spada o da una lancia, morivo fucilato, annegato, morivo durante un terremoto o un'eruzione del Vesuvio, morivo nel corso di un bombardamento, in fondo a un precipizio, volando appeso a una liana, sulla sedia elettrica, impiccato, scalando montagne, sciando, attraversando un deserto, anche in croce. E in genere la morte mi ghermiva mentre lottavo per la mia vita e quella degli altri. Dopo morto mi alzavo estenuato ma contento e andavo a mangiare.
- Domenico Starnone