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Golden Temple.
Here's the ev1 ad. Hopefully this embed is a little easier? Dunno.
art for [email protected] of their character, deadeye! they're on a job but they sense that someone's watching them through a scope.. somewhere..
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The team behind GM's EV1, circa 1993.
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J31 ~ Au bout du Monde
SĂŁo Miguel~Sagres (78km)
Hier soir au camping j'ai rencontrĂ© Larissa et Julien, un couple de Suisses. Ils sont en vacances pour 2 semaines et descendent la cĂŽte avec leur vĂ©lo depuis Lisboa. Des vrais aventuriers. Ils aiment partir en week-end dans leurs montagnes (souvent Ă pied) sans savoir s'ils seront Ă l'heure au travail le lundi matin. Bref on a discutĂ© itinĂ©raire et il se trouve qu'on a le mĂȘme objectif pour aujourd'hui. Atteindre le cabo SĂŁo Vicente, l'extrĂ©mitĂ© Ouest de toute l'Europe continentale. Julien me prĂ©vient que la mĂ©tĂ©o n'est pas bonne. Il est vrai que je ne m'y suis jamais intĂ©ressĂ© tant j'ai Ă©tĂ© chanceux sur ce point lĂ .
Pas de photos avant l'arrivĂ©e car l'appareil est restĂ© (Ă peu prĂšs) au sec dans le sac toute le journĂ©e. DĂšs 10h j'aperçois de gros nuages noirs arriver. Je mets au point une tactique : Ă la premiĂšre goutte je m'arrĂȘte pour m'Ă©quiper (protection de sac, k-way, sur-pantalons). La stratĂ©gie semblait bonne, malheureusement elle n'a pas marchĂ©. A la premiĂšre goutte j'ai le temps de m'arrĂȘter et puis c'est tout ! En quelque secondes un dĂ©luge s'abat sur moi, je ne peux que tourner le dos aux coups de fouet donnĂ©s par chaque goutte. Ăvidemment je suis en plein champ au milieu de nulle part trempĂ© jusqu'Ă l'os. Rien d'autre Ă faire qu'attendre et accepter. Averse d'une quinzaine de minutes qui se rĂ©pĂšte au moins 4 fois dans la journĂ©e. J'apprends Ă anticiper et Ă repĂ©rer les abris.
En fin de journĂ©e je retrouve Larissa et Julien. A une intersection ils se posent la mĂȘme question que moi: Passer par Sagres dĂ©poser les sacs au camping avant d'aller au cap (et faire donc un aller-retour du cap Ă Sagres mais de façon plus lĂ©gĂšre) ou aller directement au cap avec les vĂ©los chargĂ©s. On se dĂ©cide pour la deuxiĂšme option en suivant l'EV1 et on part ensemble pour le cap! Une fois arrivĂ©s, la mĂ©tĂ©o nous laisse un peu de rĂ©pit pour profiter du spectacle. En vĂ©ritĂ© cela fait 3 jours que je roule avec un vent de face qui s'intensifie chaque fois un peu plus. Je me sens Ă©puisĂ© mais fier d'ĂȘtre arrivĂ© jusqu'ici.
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Missing || Closed
Harsh October air whipped at Kenâs face, the biting cold causing him to yank up the sweater Aisha had bought him last Christmas. It was an itchy, beast of a thing, an awful shade of yellow, but just wearing it made Ken feel safer somehow. It made him feel like Aisha was watching over him, and Lord knows he needed all the help he could get today.
The man had been up since dawn, organizing groups and setting the search parameters. Even though the search wasnât officially beginning until 2pm, Ken had been hard at work doing everything he could to give them the best chances. The alternative was too terrible to entertain. This wasnât the same. Brian wasnât Pete. Max was in prison, and Philip was long gone. This was a terrible incident, but it wasnât the same.
It couldnât be.
A strong gust of wind had the burly man shrugging further into his coat as he looked out at his community. Forlorn faces, cheeks flushed pink from the cold. This wasnât how any of them wanted to spend a Saturday. It wasnât how any of them wanted to spend any day, out in the woods, searching for a lost boy among the ghostly whispers of a Devil returning to finish what he started all those years ago. Ken could tell the ghosts of the past were tapping on everyoneâs shoulders, even those who were too young to really know the intricacies of what happened all those years ago.Â
Taking a moment away from expectant faces, Ken turned towards the hot coffee station Aisha had help set up. He pulled out his thermos, worn from so many family camping trips, events full of so much more laughter and happiness than today. Heâd been so scattered lately, he hadnât even seen the person waiting patiently to fill up on caffeine and warmth.Â
âOh, sorry. Didnât mean to jump ahead of ya,â Ken muttered, sidestepping his neighbor, gesturing for them to go ahead and fill up.Â