Mauricio es una Isla Tropical situada en el Oceano Indico. Con las montanas de origen volcanico y playas rodeadas de arrecifes de coral esta Coleccion de Recuerdos de Fotografias en Color representa una interesante gama de atracciones y actividades accesibles desde la costa oeste de la isla. Incluye Mapas de Mauricio, canguros del albino, lirios de agua gigante, hermosas playas, pesca de altura, el jardIn botanico, Casela Nature and Leisure Park, caminos costeros, isla de los cocos, arrecifes de coral, Flic en Flac, murcielagos frugIvoros, tortugas gigantes, vidrio fondo paseos en lancha, hibisco flor nacional, la pesca de bajura, Isle Aux Cerfs, kitesurf, La Vanille Crocodile Park, agapornis, montagne des murallas montanas volcanicas extintas, los cocodrilos del Nilo, parapente, Pamplemousses Royal Botanical Gardens excursiones por el mar, el centro comercial Spa, Flic en Flac, Souillac carretera de la costa, paseos en lancha motora de gran potencia, el surf, el pez espada, la produccion de sal Tamarin, cataratas, deportes acuaticos, windsurf; [Coordenadas: 20:17 Sur, 57:33 Al este de Madagascar, Africa ] [Version Espanola]

Formato	Tapa suave
Número de Páginas	30
Lenguaje	Español
Editorial	Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Fecha de Publicación	2014-02-11
Dimensiones	9.0" x 6.0" x 0.08" pulgadas
Serie	Fotos Albumes
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Temas	Africano

Interview with Llewelyn Pritchard: Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing? I grew up on the Black Mountain north of Swansea, South Wales. I haven't really got a clue how this influenced my writing except I suppose it instilled in me a great love of nature, adventure and the outdoors. I am the son of an elite collier and I would much rather take this opportunity to dedicate this great poem to his memory: "My father was a miner, He worked deep underground; The rush of drams and clanking chains. They were his daily sounds. He worked so far below the ground. Where coal was hewed by pick, The work so hard and wages small He didn't dare go sick. He crawled upon his belly. In drifts so low and narrow, The wind it whistled down the shaft. It chilled him to the marrow. He ate his food from a Tommy box, Shaped like a slice of bread, While squatting down upon the ground, Where spit and crumbs were shed. His water, it was in a Jack, to wet down clouds of dust, That gathered daily in his throat and lungs. Where it formed a deadly crust. We would listen for his footsteps, He then came into sight: This man, our Dad, as black as black, just like the darkest night; Right down his back white rivers ran amongst the dirt and grime, But you cannot wash away blue scars. That you get down the mine. Years now have passed. My father gone, But I am proud to say, My Father was a miner, until his dying day." by William Holden Llewelyn has worked with The Honourable Canadian Senator William (Bill) Rompkey, on writing the history of the Voluntary Service Overseas (VSO) in Labrador. This is what Bill wrote in his letter to the first get- together of the VSO teachers at Pateley Bridge, North Yorkshire 1-3 August 2003, ..".Labrador called to you and we are calling you now. I hope you will do what you can during these few days to fill in the Labrador record with your recollections and reflections. This too will be an important contribution to Labrador history. But mainly I hope you enjoy your time together. Llewelyn Pritchard has done a remarkable job in bringing you together. He is as shrewd as Holmes and as persistent as Poirot. He could even be a great Canadian! We owe him more than we can say. It's his event and I know it will be successful. All good wishes. Bill Rompkey"