Commercials

Just some commercials I wanted to show:

Hey, it's like Napoleon said: "Power is based on the appearence of power."

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Girls: men aren't dificult to understand, Sprite will explain it to you.

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Dudes, this is the price we have to pay...

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I've always prefered US chicks...

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Which one would you choose?

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Luciano: this one is for you, it's your dream came true...

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Finally, a gift from Axe, I hope you enjoy. To play, click here.


And by the way, if everything goes right, I'll be posting from the Netherlands from January 27 for 6 months. I promise photos of dutch chicks.

Oskar. Corvette Captain. Bismarck.

In May 18, 1941, the Bismarck and the Prinz Eugen, comanded by admiral Lütjens, weighed anchors at the Baltic sea giving begining to the Rheinübung (Operation Rhin), a plan created by admiral Raeder which pretended to concentrate the currently spread fleet of german battleships in the Atlantic in order to be able to use a naval taskforce strong enough to defeat the allied convoys' defenses. However, in May 26, a group of 15 british Swordfish airplanes from the Ark Royal aircraft carrier succesfully damaged Bismark's starboard helix and the rudder, marking its destiny: in the morning of May 27 the Bismarck was surrounded by the british Home Fleet, comanded by admiral John Tovey, wich proceeded to bomb the german ship. The surviving german sailors scuttled the Bismarck at 10:40 hours, to prevent it from being captured.

The Bismarck under attack

The british managed to rescue only a part of the german sailors on water, the presence of enemy submarines forced a quick retreat. Later in the day the Cossack destroyer received the order to come back, but the only survivor they found was a black cat over a floating table. The cat had a necklace with a medal with the inscription "Oskar. Corvette Captain. Bismarck." next to a broken cross.

The Cossack's officers discussed for hours about what to do with the cat: "He is a nazi officer and he must be arrested" said the engine comander; "But he must be treated with dignity" said a deck inspector. During the assembly Oskar escaped, entered the kitchen, and stealed a piece of meat. After a week, he had explored the hole ship, and had hunted several rats, which he gave to the cooks. When there was combat, Oskar took cover under a bed, and he joined the night guard until dawn. One day the crew improvised a war council and gave him england citizenship and the rank of ensign. He also got a new medal: "Oscar. Royal Navy. 1941."

After 5 months, in October 24 of 1941, the Cossack was sunk by the U-563 in the north of the Atlantic, over 120 british sailors died. But Oscar was rescued with the rest of the survivors by the aircraft carrier HMS Ark Royal, were he found a new home, and a harder-to-find-kitchen. One day the Ark Royal docked at Gibraltar, were he got out of the ship along with the crew, and suddenly disappeared. Some sailors feared the worst, and others thougth that maybe he had gone with a female cat from the port. After two days he was found wounded and dirty, and was sent back to the Ark Royal for recovery.

Just then, the Ark Royal was commissioned to a mission at the Maltese island, were it was sunk by the U-81, comanded by captain Fiedrich Guggenberger, but only one of the 1663 sailors died.

The U-81

The Royal Navy high comand considered that three sunk ships in one year was enough -after all, he was a black cat- and, after being portrayed for the National Marine Museum (lower photo), decommissioned him and sent him to The Home for Sailors, Belfast, were he had the same rights of any retired officer until his death in 1955, when he was buried with honors.

Trip to Uruguay

Sorry for my abscence, I've been out a while. My friends and I decided to go to Punta del Este, Uruguay, for the new year.

Luciano, me, and our foreign friends from the hostel in Montevideo.


The Centenario Stadium!


I wonder why a city smaller than Santiago has much bigger monuments.

Sunset at Piriapolis.

We reunite with our car-travellers friends at Piriapolis.

They had to pay a bribe to the argentinian police in the way to Uruguay, and they got a receipt!

Punta del Este, here we are!

My God... Martín, get the hell out of the car, so we can take this babes!

Luciano and JA, teaching the uruguaian people about the chilean culture.

Punta del Este was so expensive that at new year we spent a homeless day: no sleep and no food in 24 hours.

This is the drink, these are the players, this is the Chivas' life.

Luciano enjoying our extremely cheap champaign.

Punta del Este's unorganiced, disordered and time unnacurate fireworks.

Party at the street!

Hey, I love you too, babe.

When you're homeless, any place can be your bathroom, and anything can be your breakfast.

A Buenos Aires guy proposed Luciano to be the boyfriend of the redhead.

Luciano and I decided to explore the "natural beauties" at the beach of La Paloma.

Uruguaian chics partying at La Pedrera.

We founded this cheap camping in Punta del Este.

It was near this unfunctional bridge. Mmmhh, delicious dulce de leche icecream!

The Great Observer, having success with this Paraguaian chic.

We are surrounded by beautyful chics! Here they are like atoms: they are everywhere!

Luciano, having beer in his mate.

This babes definitively have Peter Twister's seal of aproval!

Mmmhh, seems like we're not being very discrete.

Wow, look at that atom!!

Atoms, and more atoms!

When I came back to Santiago, the first thing I did was to slap the first chilean girl I saw.

Damnit, Luciano! Always forgeting something in your bag!

Martinoco, feeling funny inside.

J.A., you've lost so many barely-used-solar-protectors, that by buying new ones you'll raise the hole uruguaian economy!

Rodrigo's phrase: "I'm a negatively electric charged dipolo, looking for an atom to join."

Partying at La Perera again, in my final uruguaian night.
What is this? Make up for free?

I'll regret this, but the temptation is too big... sorry, I meant four big temptations.

Well, it's the price I had to pay.

Hey, Luciano could't resist temptation either.

Want to marry? Elvis can help you!

Well, that's it. Finish, finito, kaput, sayonara, aur revoir.