As you probably know, Liviu Mihaiu (journalist, activist, ex-governor of A.R.B.D.D. (Danube Delta Biosphere Reserve) has been replaced with the former executive deputy director of ARBDD, Grigore Baboianu. Now let's see, Liviu Mihaiu started his new job as governor with impossible declarations: he will stop the fishing in the Danube Delta, the only activity undertaken in Danube Delta will be tourism (dumb fucking ideea), he will stop the illegal fishing, he will take the entire wood resource of the Delta and put it under the control of the Administration, he will give another purpose to all agricultural terrains in the Delta (a green purpose), he even did raids with the relevant authorities with the aim of stopping poachers. Well, one day, Liviu Mihaiu tried to go on a raid but he was refused because the AUTHORITIES did not gave him the required men. So he woke up butt naked. Moreover, another government came and Liviu Mihaiu was replaced with relevant political colour. From the start, I suspected that Liviu Mihaiu served another's purposes. I still think that all he did was a facade for all the bad things that were still happening in the Delta, with or without his knowing.
Today I saw an article about the declaration of the minister of Environment, Nicolae Nemirschi.
He said that he has a gentlemen's agreement with the minister of agriculture that the industrial fishing will be stopped in the Danube Delta. A gentlemen's agreement? Come on, let's be serious. Such serious issue like the industrial fishing cannot be resolved by a gentlemen's agreement.
I, again, have the feeling that they are talking to fill our heads with promises. Exactly as they did in elections.
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luni, 9 martie 2009
luni, 26 ianuarie 2009
Baza Unu and "This is Balta!!!"
As many of you probably know, we, the collective of the Baza Unu group, gather in the summer to spend a few days in the gourgeous habitat called Danube Delta. The hardest thing to do is gathering other people for the trip except the already ready 5 "Baza Unu". 
In the year 2007 we were 5 and later joined us another 2. Catalin and Sorina. I don't have pictures with them.
We gather and we go to Murighiol this is the beginning. In Murighiol Nea Petre is already waiting for us. Two guys remain to load the boat with the tents, backpacks and stuff and the others go to buy stuff to eat.
Things are done. Here we go!
This is Nea Petre. Long live Nea Petre!!!
The Muflon in the back is Radu the Lotcar Master (a very experienced Lotcar).
After around 20 minutes of
we arrive at the spot. Magnificent. We had all conditions. Sun, water, booze, friends. And one chick. Stelian...you sexual freak. They made long baths in the Danube as I stood on the shore gathering swet in my favourite shirt called "The Favourite". I must say that I wore the shirt for a number of days until I, even I couldn't stand the smell of my own fluids.
We angled standing on the shore not giving a damn about other things except what we cook and drink.
Lovinelu floating like a fucking morning wood fairy with the fucking wood. Me with the fucking fish with big lips. The Leopard resting from last night's orgy.Talmaci doing what he can do best...fucking eating with the moronical hat. The Muflon fucking looking as the crayfish is fucking biting his fingers.
You had to be there to see Catalin trying to catch crayfish with his pastic bag on his hand not to injure himself.
The result of the crayfish hunt was this. A royal feast with boiled crayfish and garlic sauce.
The fucking crayfish. Me making the fucking garlic sauce and Muflonu picking the fucking boiled crayfish from the "ceaun". The fucking fucker waiting to fucking eat. The fucking fire-teaser making the mamaliga or as you fucking foreigners do say maize porridge (no fun). And the fucking royal dinner.
I might add the delicious chickens roasted in our oven (many thanks to Radu) (and many thanks to Talmaci who prepared them in his specific dacian ways)
The Muflon and the Petarda trying to rape the fucking chiken before we cook it. Talmaci doing his fucking pagan rituals before he cooked the fucking raped chicken.
The rest of the time we enjoyed ourselves doing almost nothing.
Take a look at Talmaci as he was trying to babble something fucking drunk ass. Muflonu passed drunk dead as he was feelling a little bad.Just a little. The fucking stranded whale...Just roasting in the sun. Or sitting like a freshly raped skinhead.
I will come back with pictures and more stories. Or someone will. The Mad Hatter or the TheAnti or Talmaci or Lovin or Crazy.
In the year 2007 we were 5 and later joined us another 2. Catalin and Sorina. I don't have pictures with them.
We gather and we go to Murighiol this is the beginning. In Murighiol Nea Petre is already waiting for us. Two guys remain to load the boat with the tents, backpacks and stuff and the others go to buy stuff to eat.
Things are done. Here we go!
This is Nea Petre. Long live Nea Petre!!!The Muflon in the back is Radu the Lotcar Master (a very experienced Lotcar).
After around 20 minutes of
we arrive at the spot. Magnificent. We had all conditions. Sun, water, booze, friends. And one chick. Stelian...you sexual freak. They made long baths in the Danube as I stood on the shore gathering swet in my favourite shirt called "The Favourite". I must say that I wore the shirt for a number of days until I, even I couldn't stand the smell of my own fluids.We angled standing on the shore not giving a damn about other things except what we cook and drink.
Lovinelu floating like a fucking morning wood fairy with the fucking wood. Me with the fucking fish with big lips. The Leopard resting from last night's orgy.Talmaci doing what he can do best...fucking eating with the moronical hat. The Muflon fucking looking as the crayfish is fucking biting his fingers.
You had to be there to see Catalin trying to catch crayfish with his pastic bag on his hand not to injure himself.
The result of the crayfish hunt was this. A royal feast with boiled crayfish and garlic sauce.
The fucking crayfish. Me making the fucking garlic sauce and Muflonu picking the fucking boiled crayfish from the "ceaun". The fucking fucker waiting to fucking eat. The fucking fire-teaser making the mamaliga or as you fucking foreigners do say maize porridge (no fun). And the fucking royal dinner.
I might add the delicious chickens roasted in our oven (many thanks to Radu) (and many thanks to Talmaci who prepared them in his specific dacian ways)
The Muflon and the Petarda trying to rape the fucking chiken before we cook it. Talmaci doing his fucking pagan rituals before he cooked the fucking raped chicken.
The rest of the time we enjoyed ourselves doing almost nothing.
Take a look at Talmaci as he was trying to babble something fucking drunk ass. Muflonu passed drunk dead as he was feelling a little bad.Just a little. The fucking stranded whale...Just roasting in the sun. Or sitting like a freshly raped skinhead.
I will come back with pictures and more stories. Or someone will. The Mad Hatter or the TheAnti or Talmaci or Lovin or Crazy.
duminică, 7 decembrie 2008
Danube Delta
my friends and yours truly.
For years we have the habit of going into the Danube Delta and seek refuge for a number of days.
I will stop here to leave space for everybody to write their opinion regarding Danube Delta.
Here I post only two places we visited :
1) 2008 Baza Unu and the "Delta Shakal" Organisation
2) 2007 Baza Unu and "This is Balta"
For years we have the habit of going into the Danube Delta and seek refuge for a number of days.
I will stop here to leave space for everybody to write their opinion regarding Danube Delta.
Here I post only two places we visited :
1) 2008 Baza Unu and the "Delta Shakal" Organisation
2) 2007 Baza Unu and "This is Balta"
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