My Martian Manifesto



I keep hearing the same question: “Why do you want to go to Mars?”
Well, that’s not the right question. The right question would be: “why don’t you want to go to Mars?”
You! Yes, you! The one that keeps telling me I am crazy and suicidal!

Just how much do you know about space travel? Or about Mars, for that matter? What makes you so sure that doing that would kill me? Now please stop reading and really give it a thought.

Have you ever thought about how big the computers were when the first men landed on the Moon? Which percent of the spaceship they occupied? I did!
Or about how many people landed on the Moon in the last few years? None!
That’s right, none. And let’s take this idea further.

Do you have any idea how much it would cost to send people safe on Mars? About 2-3 billion dollars.
How much many does the humankind spend on wars, commercials, thing they will never use? Sport events? Give it a thought. Or a google search. Or if you are not in the mood, I’ll tell you: hundreds and hundreds of billions. Every year.

You, reader! Be honest with yourself! You spent a few bucks on that cool device you saw on TV, the one that promises you a flat belly, didn’t you? Did you ever use it? Is your belly flatter?
How much was it? 30 dollars? 50 euro?

What if I told you that if you gave up a dollar, and everyone would do the same, there will be enough money for not one, but two Missions to Mars? Your belly won’t be flatter, (except for the amount of fat some extra chips you lost giving up a dollar would bring you), but the humankind will be prouder. That’s right, prouder! 

Aren’t you ashamed that we are not there yet? I am!

You keep hanging on to the idea that the people that go there will not be able to leave the planet anymore. Can you leave your planet? Does that make you suicidal?
Does being born makes you suicidal, or you parents - killers, just because you’ve been born on a planet which you can never leave?
And don’t give me that crap about radiation and starving to death. Do you have any idea how much radiation you took in on those flights to Hawaii? How about giving it a search?

Starving? Dying of thirst? How about thinking of how many weird chemicals you swallow everyday? How much of the rain forest has been destroyed by some big corporations, so you can swallow them? At least I'll be eating organic food there.

Or, how many people starve to death here, on Earth? Why aren't you so worried about them? Because there are so many! For how long will the drinking water supply last here, on Earth?

Are you worried about me living on a deserted planet to try and make it livable for generations to come? How about worrying about you living on an overpopulated planet that will get deserted in a few generations?

Mars One is not a just dream. It’s a necessity.

What if it goes wrong? Some dreamers’ bubble will burst.

What if it goes well? The whole world will join in a wonderful common project, new technological discoveries will be encouraged and developed, new friendships will be made, and new lands will be traveled.

So please, blame me further for being an insane lunatic.
And feel good and sure about yourself by doing so.


Cambodgia si Tailanda - Zilele 8-14

Si de-aici incolo...
Ca sa fiu sincera nu prea imi mai amintesc pe zile ce si cum. Asa ca o sa pun la gramada.
Am stat in Phi Phi Island 5 zile, care au zburat.
Am facut scuba doua zile, am fost in Maya Bay, insula unde s-a filmat "The Island" cu Leonardo Di Caprio, am mancat la speluncile localnicilor, am baut cocktailuri si am lenevit, ca doar de aia e omul in vacanta.
O sa pun poze cu comentarii si va las pe voi sa deduceti cam cum e acolo si daca a meritat.
Poza facuta la micul dejun.
Cocktail cu rom de-al casei. Foarte bun.

Doua dintre supele lor. Nu ma intrebati cum se chemau. Bune. Chiar foarte.

Taitei de-ai lor. Nu seamana deloc cu cei chinezesti.

Calamar prajit. Chestia aia verde sunt frunze de menta prajite. Nu mi-ar fi dat in gand in veci sa fac asa ceva dar erau delicioase.

Desertul. Fructe de-alea gelatinoase care sunt si pe la noi sa intaresti duceata, am uitat cum le zice, cu lapte si miere.

La un pahar de cola cu proprietarul. Foarte de treaba.

"Maseuza". Era de fapt un "el".Dar facea foarte bine masaj.

Harta arhipelagului.

Trotinetele care ne-au dus la barca de scuba.

Poza de la receptia hotelului.



In drum spre Maya Bay




Maya Bay


Memorialul victimelor tsunamiului din 2004 de pe Maya Bay

Un sarpe intr-o scobitura in stanca

Insula lui Di Caprio




Stanca langa care am facut scuba prima data.

Golfuletul unde am mancat de pranz


Monkey Bay. Adica maimutele de acolo.




Maimutele de acolo sunt mari amatoare de cola. In a doua zi de scuba ne-am pus sa mancam pe o insula unde e o singura maimuta. Care mi-a sterpelit fara jena cutia de cola. M-am luptat cu ea, am recuperat-o, dar apoi i-am dat si ei una. A desfacut-o tacticoasa si a baut-o.





Spa-ul hotelului.



Poza in jacuzzi, ca shmecherii








M-am si bronzat oleaca.



 
Crabi in golfuletul din sat.








Le capitain :)

I live! (Nu stiu daca v-am zis, dar mi-e frica de apa...)

Semnul pentru rechin. Nu era niciunul, am vrut sa-i sperii. N-a reactionat nimeni.

Am trei brate :)






L-am gasit pe Nemo!



































Si a venit si ziua plecarii. La intoarcere am avut cateva ore de pierdut in Bangkok, asa ca am mai dat o tura. N-am mai vazut nimic special, ne-am plimbat din nou cu SkyTrainul si am mancat intr-o zona neturistica. Preturi mult mai bune, mancarea foarte buna.

Ceea ce vedeti aici sunt doua sucuri, unul de plante verzi si unul de dude. Genial.
Si-apoi ne-am intors acasa. Fara peripetii de data asta.

Dar lasa ca mai plec eu...si data viitoare o fac lata, ca plec fara niciun fel de organizare. Adica fix de capul meu.

Sunteti pregatiti?