Carnival Spirit: Manzanillo

(Next Post in This Cruise Report: Zihuatanejo.)

Just back from a long weekend in California, where we went to Antiques Roadshow (!!!) in San Diego and made our first trip to Big Bear Lake, and then before that we had a long weekend in Texas with the folks, but before I even download any of those photos, back to our Carnival Spirit cruise...

So, I'd gotten it into my head that if the tour started at 9 a.m., we needed to get up at 8ish, but then we woke up earlier - that "sunrise serves as a gentle natural alarm clock" effect bothering us through the curtains - and we were still staggering around, considering a little breakfast, when I happened to glance at the tickets.

Manzanillo - Tour Tickets

Not nine o'clock... eight! Eight o'clock - go go go!

We were on the pier at 7:58, and still we were the first ones on the second bus, giving us a nice seat up front. Hooray! (I just can't stand being late for anything. This is why going to the movies makes me apoplectic, all of those people who arrive after the previews, after the opening credits? STAB! STAB!)

We were really looking forward to this tour, having enjoyed the "colonial tour" in Mazatlan so much last summer.

Manzanillo - More Port

Right away I have to say that I don't know why Manzanillo's port attracts so much derision. True, there is almost nothing for tourists to do within walking distance, but the actual port is more of a peaceful lagoon with some cranes and shipping containers than the industrial eyesore people go on about. The areas right outside the pier are very pretty, very quiet. So you have to take a taxi or a tour bus to do your sightseeing - it's still a nice port.

Manzanillo - Adobe Brickyard

As much fun as we'd had on our Mazatlan tour, Mike and I were grateful not to have to get off the bus to watch the adobe brickmaking again. (Above shot from the window.)

One of the appeals of this excursion was getting to see the two volcanoes in the area, one of which is active. We had our first glimpse on the way to our first stop: a furniture stand.

Manzanillo - First Glimpse of Volcanos

Squint and you can make it out.

This roadside furniture shop seemed to specialize in decorative metalwork.

Manzanillo - Iron Chooks

And dinosaurs. (Kind of makes up for us missing Cabazon this past weekend.)

Manzanillo - Drive with Caution

This little mouse made of rock really wanted to come home with us, but who wants to buy a heavy stone near the start of a seven-hour bus ride?

Manzanillo - Rock Mouse

Manzanillo - Mirror, Us

And above you see us, just messing around, weaving around the furniture, waiting for everyone to finish what was ostensibly a pee stop. (However, since we hadn't been traveling for long, this was clearly more of a shop-stop.)

The road remained scenic, and soon we were in the little city of Colima, capital of the little state of Colima. The bus let us out at the corner of the downtown plaza so we could walk across to the archaeological museum. First, though, I noticed this swan fountain:

Colima - Swan Fountain and Penny-Scooper

Ignore, for a moment, the boy who has come with his mother and brother to scrape out the coins tossed in by tourists. Doesn't the swan look an awful lot like the swan fountain we saw in Copala last summer?

Copala - Fountain Detail

Must be a popular design.

One thing I do like about Mexico (and I know it's not exclusive to Mexico) are the plazas in the city centers. In fact, I like them so much, that when we played Scattegories on Saturday and the letter was D, and the topic was "Something you might find in Mexico," you can guess what I picked.

Obligatory gazebo shot with Mike:

Colima - Mike and Gazebo

Awful photo, really, but I'm digging whatever's happening with Mike's hair. Like a fleur-de-lis for the forehead, I don't know. (I do save the tour stickers they put on your shirt, in case anyone is wondering how bad my "hafta save it for scrapbooking someday" compulsion gets.)

Colima - Archaeological Museum

The visit to the archaeological museum (above) was not as self-guided as I would've liked, but - despite moving along with a trailing clump of people- the experience was still interesting. We traveled along an L-shape corridor to look at artifacts from the region. The museum is fairly small, composed of several small-room exhibits chained together, with one notable highlight - a cave-like room with a see-through floor over an excavation pit. Supposedly everything you can see there is "as they found it," including pottery, a skeleton of a man, and a skeleton of his dog:

Colima - Dog Tomb

Again, you may need to squint.

After the museum, we all walked next door to the Governor's Palace.

Colima - Governor's Palace

The man with the backpack on the left is our guide, Santiago.

I actually can't tell you a thing about the palace that you can't guess from the title, but it is known for its mural detailing the history of that region of Mexico.

Colima - Part of Mural in Governor's Palace

The mural covers four walls enclosing a two-turn staircase. A small book for sale explaining all of the symbols would've been a good souvenir, hint to Colima. My photos were all completely meh, the best being the one above.

The artist is Jorge Chavez Carrillo, but the style now reminds me strongly of Rene Rebetez, who I was researching while looking into the origins of the Tarot de Acuario. No online source seems to have images of the TdA any longer, something which I may remedy this summer. Short version: I wanted to take my rare and coveted TdA deck (in original box with original book and poster) to Antiques Roadshow, but - despite all of the Beatles and Rolling Stones gear that makes it to broadcast - even I couldn't justify bringing in something from 1971 to Antiques Roadshow. (Especially something which is probably only of interest to the rabid-but-relatively-small tarot deck-collecting community, fans of Mexican science fiction, and those with a real yen for groovy early 70's pop art.) I mean, Mike - son of an antiques dealer - was ready to crawl into the ground with what we did bring, but that's another post.

And now, looking below:

Colima - Governor's Palace Courtyard

The mural around the staircase and the courtyard are really all there is to see in the Governor's Palace, at least for tourists.

Now we had a little time on our own to look around the plaza - see the church, check out the lane of shops, pose by the park statues, or perhaps just admire the Best Western.

Colima - Hotel Ceballos

I kept thinking - well, earnestly wanting to believe but sadly knowing better - that this was the "Hotel Onions."

Cebollas. Ceballos. Vowels are important.

Another option on the square, between the Best Western and the church, is the drugstore:

Colima - Super Farmacia

It's time to give a shout out to Mrs. Streeter, Senora Started-with-a-B-or-was-it-a-V, Mr. Schaeffer (sp), and Mrs. I-forget-but-her-slight-double-chin-fascinated-me (oh, karma!), my 8th, 9th, 10th, and 11th grade Spanish teachers, although 8th doesn't count because it was only half a year, then I switched to a school where I had to wait until 9th grade to do Spanish I (all over again). And, I think I've already told (repeatedly) about how I was denied Spanish IV in 12th grade in an attempt to keep me from cashing in my credits and graduating at midyear. (Clearly still bitter here! And to think my own students have this strange idea that I love the system... Obedience = Love only makes sense to dogs.)

Still, you'd think that with three years of school Spanish, a week in Mexico with Spanish class, nearly a month in Spain, and a couple hundred Spanish-speaking students every year, I could have held my own  while trying to make a drug deal.


Mike's throat hurt, but we couldn't find any conventional lozenges, just syrups for cough. Since the "throat" section was right next to the pharmacist, I decided to try my best.

As I've also relayed here before, I love languages, but I just plain suck at speaking or understanding them. Tin ear, tone deaf, something. Worse, I'm one of those people for whom Mary, merry, and marry are all the same word. Toss in a dash of natural unobservantnessityvilletown, and I'm doomed, just like the woman behind the counter on this day trying to understand my rendition of, "Por favor, mi esposo necesita la medicina por POINT FINGER AT THROAT. No tiene MAKE COUGHING SOUND THEN DO BIG UMPIRE GESTURE FOR YOU'RE OUT pero su POINT FINGER AT THROAT es enferma."

The woman actually consulted with us for a few minutes over some possibilities, even cluing me in to garganta (throat), which I think was on a spelling test in 2nd period during sophomore year. Soon, though, I pregunta'd one ¿Qué es éste? too many, and she gave up, summoning a man from the back. Oh no, not the man from the back. Mrs. Streeter, Ms. B or V, Mr. Schaeffer, and Mrs. Chin would be so ashamed. Not to mention fifth period, who just last month taught me the quite valuable tramposo.

Now it was him with some English, her with no English but seemingly the actual pharmacist (she who wears the white coat), Mike with a sore throat (but no cough), and me with a sad speech impediment en español.

Eventually a likely product for the ailment was selected, and here you can see Mike paying for benzocaine lozenges ("Mike, if it ends in -caine, it has to be good"), the cold that would eventually smite both of us still in the early "oh, it's just a passing sniffle" stages on his face.

Colima - Mike, Taking Delivery of His Street Meds

(The cold didn't hit me until the end of the cruise, for which I was sort of grateful, but taking two days off right after Spring Break raised a few eyebrows in the office. Vitamins. This summer. I swear.)

What's next? Oh yes! Pyramids! Whee!

Colima - Stupid Taggers

The tagging in Colima wasn't anything like what we saw in Sinaloa (Mazatlan) and Guerrero (Acapulco). In fact, the above as we left town was a rare example. Still unfortunate, though.

We knew from pre-trip research that these recently discovered (last ten years? twenty?) pyramids would be modest compared to those of Uxmal, Chichen Itza, etc. That's still about all I know. I think we would've learned more - like, are these modest bumps it, or do they go very far below the surface, or what? - if we'd noticed that the guide plaques have a column in English.

Las Campanas Pyramids - Guide Plaque

Oh. That's what comes from wandering around aimlessly. (Which luckily has its own merits.)

Las Campanas Pyramids - Looking at Pyramid

The first "pyramid" is above. If it's flat-topped, doesn't that make it more of a ziggurat? I should've read the plaques.

We were in Tour Group 2, the group that quickly dissolved into independent explorers. Tour Group 1 was far more obedient.

Las Campanas Pyramids - Tourists

Like ducklings, almost.

As interesting as the pyramid structures were ("Ah, rock structures. Old. Once purposeful. How much the world changes. How little we know. Et cetera."), we kept returning our gaze to the volcano. Now and then it would show off with a puff of smoke.

Las Campanas Pyramids - Volcano Gets Huffy

(I almost never shoot in RAW. I don't have the skills to justify the storage space. But... RAW is fun to post-process, I admit, even with my limited knowledge. Above is one of a very few RAW shots I took. I know it's a very fakey-looking photo, the equivalent of writing a letter using eleven fonts, six of them variations of Olde English and wingdings. The kind of heavy-handed mucking that makes better photographers cry and cuss out every "100 Free Photoshop Actions!" website... but still! Fun!)

Here's the "Mike, go stand in front of X" shot:

Las Campanas Pyramids - Mike and Volcanos

The excavated grounds have about a dozen structures, all easily climbed, plus a grave with little figurines that we didn't bother walking out and climbing down to see. (Hot. Lazy. Jaded. Volcano-fixated. Pick up to four.) More of the site lies beyond fences, covered in trees and blown-by plastic refuse, but it hasn't been explored yet. Santiago said that the structures extended underground, but the exhibit has such a feel of permanence that I'm not sure if I understood him correctly or if there are plans to keep digging.

A road for parking divides the site:

Las Campanas Pyramids - Tour Buses

(From here the volcano is on my right, slightly behind me, and we're about halfway across the larger part of the site. The smaller part is beyond the buses.)

Colonial Tour - Bus Driver and Coupon

The driver handed us each two coupons for drinks as we boarded. Ah, that meant Comala was next, where we'd find succor for our parched gargantas.

Colima - Dancing Dogs

Throughout Colima you will find representations of these dancing dogs on t-shirts, as figurines, and of course here, as a large sculpture in the center of a roundabout. Some say an old dog is whispering wisdom into a young dog's ear - notice that one is wrinkled and one is smooth. Some say the two are dancing romantically. (Then, when you get home and try to research more, many say that this type of dog was, spiritually, a guardian to the underworld and, practically, a food source, so now I just see an altercation. "Eat him - he's old and useless! No, eat him - he's young and chewy!" Stupid Information Age.)

No matter where I travel, I will never get used to people being excited about blue jeans.

Colima - Roadside Levis

(Shot from the bus window.) Okay, so that's only $25-$30, but you know they're probably the same as the $10 ones at Wal-Mart back in the States. (Of course, $10 is just the cost to our plastic cards. In terms of price to community and local economy, I'm sure ours is disproportionately higher. She said, unable to mention certain discount superstores without such contrite disclaimers.)

Comala - Zona Magica Sign

Comala is near the "Zona Magica," one of those mystery spots where things roll uphill and such. Carnival offers a very similar tour to ours that goes to the ZM, but we didn't want to give up the pyramids. I know I didn't have a lot to say about the pyramids, but they were still pretty neat, even without the excitement of a huffy volcano, and I think we made the right choice.

Would we do the ZM tour instead, if we cruised Spirit again? If Spirit was still running this itinerary? (She's switching to a variation on Splendor's itinerary, with extra Cabo.) If it was free?

Well, as lovely as Comala is, and as interesting as it would be to see new things, no. No, because it would mean missing something onboard, something whose loss on this day still makes Mike whimper in the night.

The Indian buffet.

It just had to be on Thursday. The one day we were spoken for.

"Mike," I reasoned, "the Tandoori grill on Splendor was shit." "The butter chicken was excellent." "The paneer was bricks of sawdust," "The butter chicken!" "The naan was inedible." "The butter chicken!" "But the butter chicken was only offered once!" "I know. But it was so good."

The Indian in the dining room was delicious, so maybe the buffet was just as good. Maybe it was better. But who knows? Taste of Nations shut down at 3 p.m., just as our tour returned.

(Well, Sam from the pub trivia knows. He made one of the buffet items a question that night. "I eat these every Thursday," he said, and when he described what it was, I cried a little. And, through my tears, got the answer right. Bittersweet triumph. So, if you're going on Spirit and playing trivia, there's a hint: know your Indian foods that are popular in Britain.)

Still, the world is full of Indian buffets, but there is only one Comala, and perhaps only one trip to see it... soldier on...

Comala - Drink Coupon Ready (Don Comalon)

Kosher-size salt and sliced limes offered good omens, although having a table for two was luck enough.

Oh, Santiago tried to rearrange everyone. It started like this, on the bus: "We're going to a restaurant. We're all going to sit together, and the food will be served family-style. We'll share. And when we want more, they'll bring us more, until everyone is full. Okay?" Mike and I shared a "there's plenty of food on the ship if we want to bail on this" look.

Then we got to Don Comalon's, situated on a corner of the plaza, and Santiago gestured for us all to sit outside the open front of the cafe at a few available tables for four and six, which was just dreamtalk. Not only were we triple that capacity, but those of long legs and jiggly bellies and personal space issues were never going to climb into the cramped seats.

We hesitated. Should we do as logic dictated and go inside? Should we be... bad? We watched another family grab a table indoors, and suddenly we couldn't get to the one table for two fast enough. Mike and I may not have led the revolution, but we hoisted the banner. The rest of the bus filled half of the inside and the rest of the patio. Santiago gave up and sat at a table with a couple who didn't seem to know him otherwise, determined that mingling would happen.

Our table was next to the hand sanitizer. It's like they were expecting me!

Comala - Hand Sanitizer (Don Comalon)

We spent our free drink coupons wisely, with el azúcar verdadero.

Comala - Squirt (Don Comalon)

Santiago had mentioned before we arrived that vegetarian food would be available. I asked the waiter if I could have the vegetarian option. No, he said. I tried again. No. Not crabby, just "no" with a shake of his head. He left. Oh. Awkward. But then he brought Mike and I different plates. Um... I couldn't tell what I had.

Mike, eternal hero and whatnot, asked Santiago about the vegetarian option, and Santiago asked the waiter, who confirmed that I had potato tacos and guac tostadas, unlike Mike's assortment of chicken concoctions. (He can't really remember what he had now, and I didn't upload the pic of his plate because it wasn't photogenic. However, below is my food.)

Comala - Vegetarian Meal (Don Comalon)

Not much to look at it, but it was darn delicious. (Mike said the same of his.) I've been a lifelong hater of guacamole, but I sprinkled some lime juice and salt on the tostadas and, mmmm.

(I know someone is going to come here and comment that the food was probably full of animal fat, ha ha, where's your vegetarianism now, missie? Etc. etc., what with people being douche-canoes - thank you, Bloggess - or assuming I'm incredibly naive or both. Maybe it was full of fat. Maybe even... suet! Shrug. I try my best, failing with every dinner at a restaurant that doesn't use cage-free eggs, but still. I try.)

I've had guacamole a few more times since returning to the States, but no matter how much I doctor it... ick. It must be the one fatty vegetarian food that I just can't like.

I'll always remember, though, how we began our meal, eating silently at first, just savouring the new tastes, when Mike spoke up. "You know, this may be the most inoffensive guacamole ever." A benediction from Mike, fellow avocado-despiser. Such is the magic of Comala.

Comala - Fruit Plate (Don Comalon)

That said, the fruit was unremarkable, although the cukes were decent. (When did jicama start showing up everywhere? I know it's a Mexican staple, but I never had it until about four years ago, and now it seems to be quietly sneaking onto plates and buffet lines everywhere. I want to like it, but it hasn't happened yet. Still trying.)

After the meal, we wandered around the square.

Comala - Looking across Square (from Don Comalon's)

More post-trip arty-farting with photos:

Comala - Scruffy Dog

Comala is known for its "ponche," an alcoholic punch available in several flavours. In fact, the town was preparing for a ponche festival.

Comala - Legendary Ponche

Of course Mike was told to stand in front of the church.

Comala - Mike and Church

I keep waiting for the spike to show up above his head, like in The Omen, but so far nothing. (I guess that's a good thing. Still, if we keep this ecclesiastical tourism up, there'll be a pair of tinfoil booties in his stocking this year, per Little Nicky.)

One thing I respect about Comala is that it doesn't want for shade.

Comala - Under Arches

It also has more volcano-themed magnets than you could ever want.

Comala - Mike Considers Volcano Magnets

Despite several near-buys, it turned out that the number of magnets we wanted was zero. Photo magnets, meh. (By the way, I assume everyone has seen this by now, yes?)

Comala - Statues in Square

Comala has similar plaza statues to those found in (the city of) Colima. Hey, what does that plaque say? That the governor who dedicated these statues was Jesús Silverio Cavazos Ceballos? The pieces of onion all slide into place.

The statue of the seated man is of Juan Rulfo, who wrote Pedro Paramo, apparently about a man's journey to Comala, here a ghost town of actual ghosts. Marquez and Borges were fans. Colour me both educated and impressed. (Text me when an English translation is out for the Kindle. Speaking of Kindles, if you have one, and you haven't done the upgrade to 2.5.2 - do this. The ability to organize titles, finally, plus the social networking candy is completely nice.)

Chairs saved a spot for the bus:

Comala - Chairs Saving Bus Spot

From the bus, we were able to stare for awhile at the souvenir shop where I'd bought a t-shirt.

Comala - Everyone's Souvenir Shop

One of our fellow passengers continued to shop while the rest of us waited. The rendezvous time came and went. Santiago left to nervously urge her along. We waited. She finally boarded, laden with bags but oblivious to a chill that wasn't air conditioning. More than one person joked that she better have presents for us in there.

Now for the pleasant ride back to Manzanillo, failing to snap photos of things like Home Depot, but passing what Santiago called the most controversial statue in Colima:

Colima - Controversial Statue

This is a "pre-Colombian humanoid" raising its leg to pee, if Google's first result for "controversial statue Colima" is telling the truth.

Look, here is a video of how it feels to drive around it at night:

Honestly, at the time I didn't even notice it was meant to be peeing; I only looked at its face and thought, "ugly, but provocative." (Now I have to agree that the whole deal makes for an unpleasant visual. Sorry.)

After seven hours off and on a bus, walking the length of ship to reboard seemed forever. By the way, did you know that cruise passengers are urged to leave their passports onboard (in the room safe)? We only need our "Sail and Sign" to return to ship.

On previous trips we never went to the travel talks, so we took our passports with us, assuming this was what normal, sane people did. Foreign country? Duh? But then I saw a flame war about it on the Cruise Critic boards - who knew? Apparently the cruise ship feels that the risk of losing your passport to thieves is greater than the risk of being trapped on foreign soil.

So, having never had to show our passport when going through Customs before (just our S&S cards), we tried it. No problems at all, and it was nice not to have the bulky things in our pockets. Still weird, though. I wouldn't do it if I were going on a non-ship tour, but Carnival (and I assume all cruise lines) has an agent on the pier who will receive your passport if the ship is forced to leave without you, so... Yeah. Still weird. Interesting, though.

Back in our lovely cabin, we enjoyed some laziness. What happened for the rest of the day is fuzzy. I think we just flopped around, honestly. Reading. Balcony. Etc. Mike was feeling the cold he didn't know he had, and I'm fairly sure we skipped Know It and Show It, even though I highlighted it in the Fun Times.

We did go to British Pub Quiz, where things were as fun and convivial as usual, including our first loss in the Shanghai Bar. Ah well.

Off to the dining room, where on this occasion we realized that sometimes just having a table to yourself isn't enough. Normally I don't care about or even notice people at other tables, but when there's a baby in a high chair next to you, banging and whimpering and leaving a debris trail, this draws in even the most reluctant eye.

Luckily the family was finishing their meal when we arrived. (We shared a border with the Your Time dining section.) I'm not trying to be the unrelenting asshole who can't cut a family with a toddler a break, but some behaviour belongs in the buffet upstairs. (Actually, I don't think this lot belonged in any public dining environment, but I'm trying to compromise.) Messy, vocal babies in the dining area dedicated to finer dining are one thing. But parents who don't make any effort to calm the baby and who don't at least pick up some of the cutlery and crayons from the floor before leaving the table are another.

Carnival Spirit - Pick Up After Your Child, (Expletives)

Sure, it's just inanimate, harmless stuff on the floor, and maybe you could argue that it's the waiter's job to deal with all of this (but good luck getting me to agree), but it's not nice to leave an unusual degree of mess for others to clean or look at. There were four adults at that table - no one could reach down and do a quick scoop-up as they left?

Moving on. Mike started with the "Chicken Tenders Marinated in Thai Spices with Boston Lettuce, Carrots, and Sweet Chili Sauce." I had the delicious "Vine Ripe Beefsteak Tomatoes and Fresh Buffalo Mozzarella, Marinated with Basil Leaves and Virgin Olive Oil."

Carnival Spirit - Thai Chicken Tender Salad Thing

Carnival Spirit - Tomato Mozzarella Salad

Tomatoes with actual taste - how I miss them. It's funny - I don't eat fruit as much as I used to. (That I buy it, put it in the crisper, and forget about it until cleaning the mysterious green spheres out of the bottom of the drawer is probably the main reason why. I need an eye-level fruit drawer.) But every once in awhile I'll get some and remember to eat it, and it's just so... flavourless. Whole Foods, Sunflower Market, Trader Joe's, Glaziers, Albertsons, Smith's, Vons, Fresh and Easy... I don't care where it comes from, it's usually just texture on a plate. (Don't even mention farmers' markets; here in the desert, they're a joke.)

Now, sometimes I'm luckier than other times. This morning I had plums for breakfast, and I'd give them high enough marks to qualify for the William Carlos Williams semi-nationals.

Anyway. I don't know if things are especially bad lately, or if my expectations for fruit haven't been subtly whittled down over the years because I've been busy eating carbs and fat instead. I do know part of my poor experiences is because I live out in sand country, where we truck most of it in, and part of it is because of the factory farming methods that lead to underripe or subpar (but so big and shiny!) varieties dominating in stores and restaurants. Whatever the state of things, I really appreciated being able to eat a real tomato.

(Now I just tamp down the little voice inside asking how much longer Mike and I can live without a proper garden. Do those aero-ma-thingie-jiggers really work?)

Speaking of carbs, here is Mike's "Penne, Tossed in a Tomato Cream with Vodka," in a starter portion.

Carnival Spirit - Penne in Vodka Sauce

He followed that with his good old "everything else on the menu is fish or rare beef or mushroomy" steak. Me, I chose the vegetarian option, of course, which was lasagna.

Carnival Spirit - Mushroom Spinach Lasagna

A fellow passenger (Tom) played the grand piano at the top of the aft staircase.

Carnival Spirit - Passenger at Piano

(I have a video, but I backed it up then deleted my handy copy. Oops. It didn't really do justice to the little tingles that come with eating pasta and hearing the theme from The Godfather begin.)

We never saw anyone else at the piano; perhaps it's there just for such talented guests?

Carnival Spirit - Vanilla, Raspberry, Chocolate Cake with Raspberry Sorbet

Dessert was the dear old raspberry/vanilla/chocolate cake with raspberry sorbet. Mm!

In our chamber, the sleeposaurus awaited:

Carnival Spirit - Towel Animal - Something Saurus

I think this was the night we watched trailers on pay-per-view. Or maybe we read. Or watched waves. Cruisetime limbo. It's the best...

...Interrupted only for the late-night Mexican buffet:

Carnival Spirit - Late Night Mexican Buffet (in Room)

The grownups were wrong: staying up late never stops being fun, and staying up seems to be completely inevitable when you know you have places to go in the morning while your spouse sleeps in...

Carnival Spirit - Behind the Fun Tour Ticket

(All photos from this day.)

19 June 2010 |






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