Watched the movie Gallipoli a few nights back. Still thinking about it, a very disturbing movie. The DVD cover says: “Honor. Friendship. War.” Yes. It was also a story about runners. And British imperialism. And nationalism I suppose.
Beyond the story, the setting is reason enough to watch- the desert of western Australia and early 20th century Cairo are mesmerising.
It stars Mel Gibson and Mark Lee. Directed by Peter Weir. 1981.

Once a year, on Anzac Day, April 25, hundreds of thousands of dedicated, patriotic Australians gather at solemn places of remembrance. Silence is observed, private thoughts are conducted, and The Last Post is played, eerily, by a lone bugler into the crisp morning air as the sun rises over what would otherwise be an innocuous Australian morning. Many of these noble souls are there to recognize the sacrifices of Australian service men and women over the years. Others are there to recognize the day we handed it to the Turks.

The battle of Gallipoli is celebrated by bogans across the land as one of, if not THE greatest military victory in our nation’s history. In one day – April 25 – Australian soldiers stormed the beaches at a heretofore little-known Turkish peninsula, and, without the assistance of any other soldiers from any other countries, proceeded to take significant chunks of enemy-held territory. Yes, there were significant casualties, but this merely enhances the ANZAC legend. Australians, and possibly some New Zealanders, fought hard, and proved to the rest of our WWII allies just how incredibly awesome we are at the business of making war.

However, these observances that take place on Anzac Day, recognizing such a stunning military victory, have bred an even greater act of memorialization. Today, bogans consider it something of a pilgrimage, a Hajj, if you will, to venture across the seas to these foreign shores, and to stand on the soil that their brethren fought, died, and kicked arse on. They awake, early on a Turkish spring morning, stand in silent recognition, as the Turks cede their own sacred land to the bogans’ desire for national pride, and listen to the Last Post. They then eat lunch, sink some piss, leave the rubbish, and go looking for some local tail. In pursuit of the new, 21st century, Australian military victory.

Gallipoli ist ein beliebtes Ziel für ein Urlaub in Apulien, sehr lebensvoll und ideal für junge Personen. Vor allem während des Sommers ist sie von Touristen bewohnt, dank den wunderschönen Meer, die vielen Clubs und die Möglichkeiten für jede Preisbedürfnissen.
Die Residence in Gallipoli und die Ferienhäuser in Gallipoli sind ideal wenn man sich ein unabhängiges Aufenthalt in Apulien wünscht.
Die Häuser und die Wohnungen befinden sich meistens auf der Küste, wie zum Beispiel die Ferienhäuser in Baia Verde Gallipoli; man findet auch Wohnungen im historischen Zentrum in Gallipoli, nicht weit vom Strand entfernt.
Gallipoli, kalè Polis (die schöne Stadt), ist berühmt wägen der Kunst und die Landschaft. Sie befindet sich im Salento, in der Provinz von Lecce, auf der Küste des Meers Ionio. Die Stadt ist in zwei Teilen geteilt: auf dem Festland befindet sich das neuste Teil der Stadt, während das alte Teil befindet sich auf der Insel.
Das Zentrum ist von schönen Gebäuden, Kirchen, Plätzen und kleinen Straßen charakterisiert, und von antiken Mauern geschlossen.
Die Meer Liebhaber finden hier eine große Wahl an Orten wo mann baden, tauchen und Wassersport treiben kann. Hier findet man die schönen Stränden Lido di San Giovanni Baia Pizzo. Die Küste ist von Buchten und niederen Klippen charakterisier, vor einem wunderschönen und kristallklarem Meer.

Yesterday was Veteran’s Day, or Remembrance Day as the British and Canadians call it, but it’s not a holiday in New Zealand. Here the day to remember veterans and wars is closer to the beginning than the end of World War I. Anzac Day—Australia and New Zealand Army Corps Day—is April 25, the day in 1915 that the newly-formed Corps invaded Gallipoli as part of the campaign against Turkey. Winston Churchill and others planned the operation and supplied the troops poorly, with the unsurprising results of huge casualties.

Anzac Day morning (the invasion started at dawn), marked by sunrise services and lengthy parades, is one of the most important holidays here, along with Christmas and Good Friday (which, in this rapidly secularizing society, has become more an excuse for a three-day—or four-day, with Easter Monday—weekend at the end of summer, sort of like Labor Day in the US, observing the last camping trip.

ovviamente è prestissimo ma … vuoi vedere che alla fine non si è predestinati alla retrocessione?!!!

forza ragazzi!!!

Sannicola is situated in the province of Lecce, among the greenhouses of the region of Salento, in a mostly flat area. Its position is ideal for a relaxing holiday in puglia, as it is located nearby both the beautiful Ionian coast and the very green inland, not far beautiful places such as Gallipoli and Lecce.

Its activity is based on agriculture, and its heart is the Piazza della Repubblica. The best quality of Sannicola is that it gives you the chance to rest in peace, which is a valid alternative to the worldliness of Gallipoli. It is definitely a perfect destination during summer because of its proximity to the sea, but also in spring it is largely proved to be very pleasant for those who love nature.

Sannicola puglia holiday houses between sea and countryside: you can opt for a sannicola puglia villa with pool, or choose the original trulli-like houses in Sannicola. Whatever the type of house you choose, the added value is that you can enjoy some days in the beautiful beaches of Lido Conchiglie, Padula Bianca and Rivabella, characterized by sandy dunes and cristal clear sea, while hiking or biking between beautiful ancient olive groves and vineyards, furnieddhi (ancient rural houses) and masserie.

An der westlichen Küste der Salento Apulien Gebiet, vor dem Jonio Meer befindet sich Gallipoli, mit Ihrem alten Ursprung und östlichen Ansicht. Diese Stadt wurde von den Griecher Kalè polis, (was soviel wie “schöne Stadt” bedeutet) gennant worden, und noch sie enthählt ihre uralte Ausstrahlung, sowie Ihren faszinierenden Landschäfte, starken Traditionen, Handwerk und Gaströnomie.

Sie wurde 265 v.Chr.von den Römern erobert und besteht aus 2 Seiten: aus der Altstadt, die sich auf eine von Mauerringen umgegebene kalkige Insel mit einer panoramische Strasse erhebert und aus dem Dorf, welche sich auf eine Halbinsel befindet.

Beide sind durch eine Steinbrück mit 7 Bögen, der im VII J. gebaut worden wurde, miteinander verbunden.

Es ist sicher angehnem in mittelalterlicher Atmosphäre durch Gallipoli spazierenzugehen, mit ihren Gassen, Höfen und freiherrlichen Palasten sowie zwischen die weissen Terrassehäuser und die Meeresreflexen.

Vor der Altstadtbefindet sich noch einen hellenistischen Springbrunnen, der wahrscheinlich dem IV J. angehört und der im VI J. wiedergebaut worden wurde. Er wurde mit 3 Basreliefen dekoriert worden, wo mythologischen Figuren dargestellt worden sind.

Vor diesem Springbrunnen erhebert sich den Schloss der angioinischen Zeit zum Schutz der alte Stadt, der dem XIII-XIV J. angehört und von Francesco di Giorgio Martini entworfen wurde .

Wenn man weitergeht, stoss man auf einen der vielen Palasten von Gallipoli: der “Balsamo” Palast (VIII J.) und noch auf die kathedrale von Sant’Agata (1629), mit ihrer aus Tuffstein dem byzantinischen Barok Fassade .
Vor dem hystorischen Zentrum befindet sich die “Sant’Andreas Insel”, welche Wichtigkeit wird von einige Seemöwe gegeben, die da noch nisten und welche, zusammen mit der “kaninchensinsel”, eine der grossersten insel der Salento Gebiet darstellt.

Dank zu ihrem turistischen Angebot und ihren an Geschichte reichem Innenland, ist Gallipoli das ganze Jahr besuchbar.
Gallipoli ist aber sicher auch für das Meer und ihre Strände zu besuchen. Die bekanntesten küstlichen touristischen Lokalitäten zu nennen sind: der “lido Cinghiale”, “Rivabella”, “la Purità”, der “lido San Giovanni”, “Baia Verde” und “Punta della Suina”.

Vergessen Sie es natürlich nicht, die typische Kuche zu probieren, wie zum Beispiel den “scapece”: Fisch mit Brot, Essig und Safran, und die lokalen Festen, wie zum Beispiel der Karneval und “Santa Cristina” im July zu besuchen.

Vista la stagione ne possiamo parlar tranquillamente, senza correre il rischio di veder svuotate le bellissime spiagge salentine.
Uno dei post “best seller” di questo blog è quello dedicato alla cattura di uno squalo bianco (e di quelli belli grossi) in quel di Gallipoli ( non allarmatevi, la cosa è successa trenta anni addietro); rimanendo in tema e volendo dare una “dimensione” al Great White Shark rimasto impigliato nelle reti dei pescatori gallipolini … guardate questa foto,  è quel che rimane di un bianco di poco più di tre metri (che non è esattamente un’acciughina) dopo le attenzioni di un suo fratello maggiore stimato intorno ai 7 metri (più o meno quello di Gallipoli), il cannibalismo non è evento raro. Tranquilli, il fatto è successo in Australia, nel Queensland … praticamente agli antipodi

(notizia e foto da News.Com.Au  Monster Shark Stradbroke_Island )

Süditalien ist ein ideales Ziel für Leute denen Italien gefällt. Der Süden unterscheidet sich deutlich vom Norden, sowohl von der Mentalität, als auch geographisch. Vor allem das Gebiet um Salento ist einen Urlaub absolut wert. Wer allerdings glaubt Süditalien ist arm und es wäre billiger im Süden Urlaub zu machen, der liegt völlig falsch. Auch in Süditalien bezahlt man für einen zwei Wochen Urlaub nicht weniger als in den allerweltbekannten Urlaubsorten an der nördlichen Adria wie Lignano Sabbiadoro, Caorle oder Jesolo. Die Leute im Süden geniessen noch ihr Leben und strampeln sich nicht ab. Dies merkt man vor allem in der Mittagspause, der Siesta. Hier wirken ganze Städte in der Zeit von 13h-16h wie ausgestorben im Gegensatz zum Norden wo die Siesta langsam dem normalen europäischen Lebenstil weicht. Als Tourist wunderschön, nur als Einheimischer dort wohnen ist schrecklich. Die Jugend wandert ab in den Norden, nicht nur Arbeitsplatzmangel ist dafür verantwortlich. So ziemlich alles ist Korrupt und jeder kommt einmal im Leben zur Gelegenheit Opfer einer mafiosen Vereinigung oder anderweitiger Banden zu werden. Seien es Schutzgeldforderungen oder sonstige kriminellen Machenschaften. Vor allem die Jugend ist nicht mehr bereit dies hinzunehmen und wandert ab, weil sie keine Zukunftsperspektíve mehr sieht. Als Tourist merkt man von alledem absolut null. Auch sind die lokalen Mafiaorganisationen nicht an Touristen interssiert, demnach kann mans agen das Süditalien ein relativ sicheres Urlaubsgebiet ist. Wer ein bischen vernünftig ist, auf seine Sachen aufpasst und nicht gerade einen begehrten Neuwagen fährt, hat absolut keine Probleme im Süden. Ich selbst war viermal im Süden, 1992, 2002, 2005 und 2009 und habe nur positive Errinerungen. Sehr zu empfehlen für einen Urlaub sind die Orte Otranto, Casalabate, Torre dell`Orso, Torre San Gregorio und Metaponto Lido.Fazit: Süditalien ist für Urlaube ein Traum, nur wohnen sollte man dort möglichst nicht. Hier noch eine Webcam der Stadt Gallipoli, sie befindet sich am Ionischen Meer, in der Nähe von Lecce und Taranto.

Die Webcam gehört http://www.meteogallipoli.it/

Gallipoli is one of the most popular and desired place to spend one’s holidays in Puglia. It is a resourceful, lively and young destination. Especially in summer it is crowded with lots of tourists who come to enjoy the beautiful sea, but it’s nice to be visited at any time of the year. Among the tourists, there are many young people thanks to the high number of nightclubs and hospitality for any pocket.

Gallipoli puglia residences and gallipoli puglia holiday houses are two important elements in the panorama of the accommodation facilities of this area and there are many tourists who choose these solution because they can save up money and experience a more independent holiday. Holiday homes and apartments are popular especially on the coast such as the houses in baia verde gallipoli puglia, but there are also some apartments in the old town of gallipoli puglia, not far from the beaches.

Gallipoli, Kale Polis (the beautiful city), owes its fame to its artistic treasures and landscapes. It is located in Salento, in the province of Lecce, and overlooks the Ionian coast. It is divided into two parts connected by a bridge: on the mainland there’s the newer part of the city, while the old town of the village is built on a limestone island. The old town characterized by beautiful palaces, churches, squares and narrow streets, is surrounded by walls, towers that once had defensive purposes and today shelter the city from the sea.

Sea lovers will find a wide choice of places for bathing, sunbathing, diving and practicing other water sports. Heading southwards from the center there’s the beach of Lido San Giovanni (the closest to the old town), after that there’s the beautiful white sand beach of Green Bay and farther south there’s also the beach of Baia di Pizzo in the end of the Gulf of Gallipoli, a bay characterized by both sandy strips and low cliffs as well. The sea is beautiful and cristal-clear everywhere.

Çanakkale-Gelibolu resimleri – 2009

Yıllarca hayalini kurupda gidemedigimiz Çanakkale – Gelibolu’ya gitmek bu sene nasib oldu.Türsab’dan gelen rehberimizin anlatımlarına hayran kaldık,Her Müslüman Türk’ün Çanakkale ve Geliboluyu görmelerini tavsiye ederim.Bursa ve Çanakkale’den çektigimiz resimleri zamanla burada sizler ile paylaşmaya çalışacagım inşallah.

Bizim ile bu tura katılan Hüseyin Yakıcı’ya Şaban Yakıcı’ya Haydar Tüfekçi ailelerine ve ‘’ Göl Tur ’’a Teşekkür ederiz.

NOT : RESİMLERİ BÜYÜTMEK İÇİN ÜZERİNE TIKLAYIN

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Hüseyin yakıcı – Çanakkale – Gelibolu resimleri - 2009

Hüseyin yakıcı – Çanakkale – Gelibolu resimleri - 2009

Çanakkale – Gelibolu resimleri - 2009

Çanakkale – Gelibolu resimleri - 2009

Hüseyin yakıcı – Çanakkale – Gelibolu resimleri - 2009

Hüseyin yakıcı – Çanakkale – Gelibolu resimleri - 2009

Hüseyin yakıcı – Çanakkale – Gelibolu resimleri - 2009

Çanakkale – Gelibolu resimleri - 2009

Nel particolare l'ufo ripreso degli Operai di Nardò durante le prime luci dell'alba

NARDO’ – Oggetto non identificato nei cieli di Nardò. Sei operai avvistano un ufo nelle prime ore del mattino e lo fotografano con i cellulari. Succede martedì alle 5.45 circa, sulla bretella che collega Nardò alla provinciale Lecce-Gallipoli. I lavoratori giungono nella zona industriale neritina per iniziare la loro giornata di attività quando il sole ancora è basso sull’orizzonte. Il panorama è limpido e notano subito un oggetto di forma sferica fermo nel cielo. Sergio, uno dei sei operai, nonostante l’incredulità e lo stupore ha la prontezza di prendere il cellulare per scattare una foto. Lo zoom non è dei migliori ma quell’oggetto che luccica nel cielo si vede anche nel piccolo schermo.

Anche altri hanno il tempo di immortalare con i telefonini quello che sembra davvero un disco volante. Il misterioso oggetto inizia poi a muoversi con molta lentezza dal basso verso l’alto. Si blocca di nuovo e poi con un rapido movimento si nasconde dietro un gruppo di nubi. Gli operai continuano a scrutare il cielo sperando che la brezza mattutina traghetti altrove le nuvole. Ma la sorpresa è amara: quando l’ostacolo di vapore acqueo si sposta, il misterioso oggetto non c’è più. Sergio (al cognome preferisce «rinunciare» ndr), ancora non crede a quello che ha visto: «Lo spettacolo è durato solo qualche minuto.

Eravamo appena arrivati sul posto di lavoro ed era impossibile non accorgersi di quell’oggetto luminoso che rimaneva fermo nel cielo. Il sole stava per spuntare e dunque era ben visibile. Una delle cose che ci ha maggiormente sorpresi era il suo movimento. All’inizio sembrava ci venisse incontro perché riuscivamo a vederlo sempre meglio. Poi si è bloccato. Molto lentamente ha iniziato a salire verso l’alto. Alla fine si è “nascosto” dietro le nuvole e non lo abbiamo più visto. Dopo aver atteso qualche minuto ci siamo rassegnati e rimessi al lavoro. Non cancelleremo mai le foto fatte con i cellulari e potremo così raccontare di aver visto qualcosa “di strano” nel cielo».

Fonte:lagazzettadelmezzogiorno.it

Preamble:

Spain at one time did not even register in my mind as a travel destination due to a long-held prejudice in which I believed it to be nothing but a haven for the lager louts of Europe on their beach package holidays (see Eric Idle’s superb monologue on this subject from nearly forty years ago in a Monty Python travel agent sketch,  or watch the current British comedy ‘Benidorm‘ which, perversely, I love).

For many people, this is Spain...

Anyway, by accident I found myself stranded on the Iberian peninsular one day in October 1989 with a fistful of dollars and unlimited time, due to circumstances too complicated to recount here. I ended up discovering that Spain’s interior was in fact replete with treasures on a par with any other European nation, even surpassing most, visiting Madrid, Seville and Granada.

Fast forward to 1997 and I returned, this time for a week-long stay in Barcelona as part of my honeymoon, no less, and once again I loved the place, made all the better by having a bird on me arm, a Cuban cigar in me gob, and finally enough dosh to stay in a plush pad and be able to afford to eat in restaurants.

Your humble author drops in on Salvador Dali, Figueres, Spain, 1997

I’d always wanted to return, knowing that there were plenty more delights to behold, and so it was that I returned this month to the Castillian heartlands for an all too brief jaunt , revisiting Madrid and acquainting myself for the first time with a trio of World Heritage listed towns in the shape of Toledo, Segovia and Salamanca.

September 5th – 6th

Friday night, in a psychosomatic high fever with snot flying out of my snout in buckets, I hastily book rail tickets on the web, negotiating labyrinthine Spanish sites and nearly coming to grief due to a crashing Firefox (thanks, Mr.Snow Leopard!).

Late Saturday, bullet train to Osaka, and overnight it on Turkish Airlines to Istanbul. Questions: how can a two-engined Airbus possibly carry enough fuel for the fourteen-hour flight? Why are the Turkish stewardesses so unfriendly?

Clandestine iPhone snap of approaching grumpy stewardess on Turkish Airlines

My strategy of showing up early at check-in pays off, and I am able to avoid deep vein thrombosis in the emergency exit seats. I contemplate donning a mask, either to stop me spreading my lurgee (kept in check my massive doses of Contac 500 which makes me feel like I’m floating two feet above the ground) or to prevent the egress of the lumps of H1N1 which must surely be floating around the cabin. However, I soon dispense with the idea and indeed the further from Japan we travel the fewer masks are in evidence, until in Europe they are nowhere to be seen. They may be effective in preventing sickos from flecking their sputum around, but apparently they don’t do jack to stop the incoming viruses who can just as easily crawl up your hand or form a chain and bungee jump down your earhole.

Istanbul airport – sadly no views of Hagia Sofia on the way in, we kill time buying huge boxes of Turkish Delight whilst observing the numerous pale Russian young men who are everywhere, interspersed among the throngs of Arabs. Honestly, dropping all notions of PC, is there an uglier language than Arabic anywhere on this planet? I doubt it. Those harsh gutterals make it hard to determine if they are trying to communicate or just coughing up phlegm.

Next flight to Madrid, and I try to watch a Turkish documentary about Gallipoli. It is atrociously subtitled, and soon debilitates into an exercise in nationalism and militaristic propaganda, not to mention a deification of Attaturk. And that’s why they can’t join the EU, along with a little matter of 1.5 million dead Armenian civilians.

At last, Madrid! Stinking, red-eyed and blotchy-skinned, my first sight of Spain is not auspicious: a shitty looking half-built airport terminal. While waiting at the baggage claim a drunken Russian does a projectile vomit all over his fellow travellers while a man with either burnt hands or leprosy asks my companion to light his cigarette in the smoking area.

Soon we are on the metro, tired and bewildered, expecting to be assaulted by gangs of Roma children at any minute (more non-PC – chill, it’s humour), but instead get treated to the sight of a sexy young South American lady pull out her large tit in full view of everyone and proffer it to her progeny. Japan this is not, and it takes some adjusting to get into the European way of things.

The Suites Viena Hotel near the Plaza de España is wonderful. Warm friendly receptionists give us an enormous modern room complete with its own kitchen and microwave oven. This is quite possibly the largest hotel room I’ve ever stayed in, and the price is good too.

Hotel Suites Viena, Madrid

By now it is late afternoon, and though tired, we feel duty-bound to go out for an exploratory stroll. We head down to the nearby Palacio Real and its attendant Sabatini gardens, all bobbly trees, hedges and fountains, very nice indeed. However, the heat is astonishing in its ferocity – at 6pm it is still scorching hot, in the upper 30’s C, and we are shamefacedly forced to seek out giant buckets of liquid refreshment in that traditionally Spanish hostelry known as Burger King.

Next we climp up to Plaza del Sol, a transport hub and centre of old Bourbon Madrid, which leads us to the Plaza Mayor, an ornate square formerly the site of bullfights, executions and the odd bit of inquisition torture.

Madrid's Plaza Mayor

None of these sights are overwhelming in their beauty, and I reassure my companion that while Madrid is no Paris, the surrounding towns of old Castille and the city’s art treasures will more than make up for the Spanish capital’s slightly worn appearance.

(The full set of photos from this trip can be found here).

Kalé Polis, the ‘beautiful city’… The Greeks called it in this way…

Ancient in origin and oriental-loooking, Gallipoli is located on Salento’s western coast and overlooks the Ionian Sea.

The city is divided in two completely different parts, connected through a stone bridge: the old part, called Centro Storico, located on a chalky island, and the new part, called Borgo, placed on a promontory on ‘dry land’, if we can say so.

Gallipoli was once connected to dry land by an isthmus, called Porta Terra, that was the only way that allowed to enter the city. The isthmus was then destroyed, and in the seventeenth century an arcade bridge was built; it is still today the only connection way between the island and the dry land.

The old part of the city is surrounded by walls and bastions about one kilometer and an half long, used in the past to defend the city from the attacks of enemies coming from the sea. A castle was erected to watch over the old city, but today it cannot be visited by tourists.

The medieval center is very striking, full of narrow and winding alleys, little yards and baronial buildings; the dominant colour is the white of the terraced houses.

The old Gallipoli is surrounded by a parkway called La Riviera, from which it’s possible to look up to a part of Gallipoli’s coast, one of the most charming in Italy, made up of low reefs and beautiful beaches. The seafront Galilei leads to the southern beaches.

Today Gallipoli, destination of an always growing tourists flow, has a lot of good accommodation facilities, such as the gallipoli hotels and the gallipoli b&b, famed in all Salento.

The range of hotel is really very wide: we can point out, among others, the Palazzo del Corso Hotel, luxury five stars placed in a beautiful building of the nineteenth century and located in Corso Roma, the city main road, and the Palazzo Mosco Inn Hotel, enchanting four stars placed in the heart of the traditional historic city center.

Among the B&B we can point out the Palazzo Angelelli b&b, a recently restored nineteenth century house, and the Relais Excelsa b&b, located in the small seaside resort Lido Conchiglie, an ancient Liberty style mansion immersed in a green oasis.