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Kartodromo de Zarate 06/01/25

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Se realizó la presentación oficial de candidatas "Azogueñita 2025"

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Se realizó la presentación oficial de candidatas "Azogueñita 2025"

En evento especial, llevada a cabo en el centro de cultura “Rodrigo Pesántez Rodas”, la alcaldía de Azogues, a través de la Dirección de Cultura, realizó el evento de presentación de las candidatas a “azogueñita 2025”, uno de los principales eventos de la Agenda del Bicentenario «Celebrando Nuestro Pasado, Construyendo Nuestro Futuro»

Las candidatas, vistiendo atuendos típicos de nuestras parroquias y demostraron donaire y belleza, realizaron su presentación. Sofía Belén Coraisaca Cordero, representante de la parroquia Javier Loyola; Mayra Janneth Ludizaca Macancela, por parroquia Luis Cordero; Diana Isabel Yupa Tenelema, por Pindilig; Angeles Yajaira Guaraca Yuqui, por San Miguel de Porotos; Fátima Nohemi Sucuzhañay Sinchi, Taday; Marilyn Adriana Rivas Peralta, Cojitambo; Judelki Judith Regalado Vazquez, representante de Guapán y Nuria Estefania Galán Ortiz, por La Parroquia Rivera

La Vice-alcaldesa, Eulalia Palomeque, al dar la bienvenida al evento, resaltó la importancia del evento de presentación, uno de los principales de la Agenda por el Bicentenario del cantón. Destacó el trabajo del personal de la municipalidad para la organización del certamen de elección de la azogueñita y de cada uno de los actos previstos en la programación festiva.

Una mención especial se dio a las firmas comerciales que auspicia la elección, como Jori Bordados, calzado Mardays, asociación Puertas Al Cielo, Imagen Centro Estètico, Kartodromo Virgen de la Nube, agencia de viajes Destino Brillantes, Genova Inglish Institute, Go Net, internet, cosméticos Luna, Bego Estética Makeup Studio Life Spa, almacenes Martha Luzuriaga, Maxinet, Complejo Aguas Termales Guapán, Odontholine Guapán,Nutri Leche.

El alcalde, Javier Serrano, en su intervención, destacó la organización de los eventos organización por el Bicentenario y este evento en donde participan activamente las parroquias del cantón. Agradeció el aporte de las candidatas, de sus familias y de los GAD´S parroquiales para la realización, donde además de la belleza de la mujer azogueña se puede valor su aporte y trabajo para el adelanto de sus comunidades y del cantón.

Los presidentes de los GAD´s Parroquiales fueron encargados de colocar la banda a las representantes de cada parroquia, quienes cumplirán una amplia agenda hasta el evento galante que está previsto para el sábado 5 de abril, a partir de las 14h00, en el coliseo tipo mil de la ciudadela del chofer.

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El famoso lomo de ballena En el Kartodromo Sabaneta la marquesa , Toluca México ➡️ 👉

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Annullata la prima speciale per troppo pubblico, nella seconda show di Testa-Abatecola

🔴🔴 Annullata la prima speciale per troppo pubblico, nella seconda show di Testa-Abatecola

Hanno illuminato la notte del 56° Rally del Salento Giuseppe Testa e Gino Abatecola, leader del Trofeo Italiano Rally che nella prova spettacolo della “Pista Salentina” hanno subito riacceso il duello per il titolo. Una sfida spettacolare coi fari accesi quella andata in scena oltre la mezzanotte nel “Tacco d’Italia” dopo la partenza di Lecce, con lo scontro ad inseguimento nel kartodromo che ha…

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Kartodromo Dream

My father and I built the kartodromo together in 1989, said Gianfranco as we looked out across the snaking concrete racing track from the terrace above the now obsolete grandstand.

These days, since 2019, Kartodromo, on the outskirts of Matera, in Basilicata, southern Italy, is a camping stopover for motor homes and campervans. You have to navigate the race track, at a slow pace, to find a random spot on the inner two straights. Electricity, if you can get it, is supplied to you from sockets found under a bucket in the soggy grass areas the track encloses. We weren’t so lucky, so had two nights off grid. The facilites are two bathrooms each for men and women, with shower, loo and washing machine. A little old fashioned but the privacy was great.

The terrace bar and the terraced stands would one time have been full of formula 3 racing enthusiasts and their families and fans on race days. Today it is all substance but little content - at least in terms of racing. But Gianfranco fills the space, overshadowing his quiet sister/partner, as knowing temporary residents smile indulgently at us newbies’ bemusement at where we find ourselves this evening.

I was a rich man when I was young, said Gianfranco. I raced all over Europe. I won prizes. Then I made a big mistake. I got married. But what can you do? I love my wife.

Gianfranco is quite a character - a showman who speaks at least four languages and loves to hold forth with his temporary guests.

He’s a great salesman for his town too, and Matera is quite a town or city, I should say. As campers pull in seeking a stopover for a night or two, or have been drawn by its ancient history or more recent movie fame, Gianfranco holds court around a map of the town, with pen and highlighter, he marks out the way to walk, the best places for views of the Sassi, Matera’s historic stone heart, plus the must-see ancient water sistern in the main square, where to get the best gelato and which of the town’s 150 churches, are most worth seeing - especially the ones carved out of rocks.

He tells us we must go up to one of several viewing points above the campsite to see the Sassi at night, lit up like a fairy grotto. He shows us his best photo of the scene at sunset, a flaming sky hovering above a twinkling town as if its lights set the sky ablaze. Gianfranco works out who has transport and who he could ferry up to the best viewing point for eight o’clock that night. He is an enabler. Everything is possible and seemingly no trouble. We don’t buy into the offer as we want to settle into the evening in our own way.

Gianfranco provides a shuttle service for campers four times a day into Matera and back. We opt for the 10am the next day and gather five minutes before as instructed. A German couple and French couple with a bichon friese join us. Gianfranco arrives to drive us, clip board in hand and says, Make a wish, to me. I realise he is referring to a time we would like to return. We opt for 6.30pm. With all he has told us about the town, we think we will be well occupied for eight hours or more.

Return times sorted, Gianfranco directs the French couple plus dog into the back seats of his Fiat Scudo. He opens the front passenger door and offers the Germans in then changes his mind. No, he says, I don’t want to speak German today. Today, we speak English. He indicates the middle row of seats for the Germans and points our way into the front. It’s nice to occasionally be the chosen ones.

On the short journey, he told us a little of the town’s association with the film industry since the 1950s up to now and includes Passolini’s The Passion of the Christ, Mel Gibson’s The Gospel According to St Matthew, and right up to date with the most recent Bond movie - No Time To Die.

Kartodromo, Gianfranco says, was the base for the Bond film crew. He is driving the winding road into town as he reaches into his pocket for his mobile and, one eye on the road, finds a photo of Bond’s silver grey Aston Martin, in fact three of them lined up in a row by the grandstand.

I was their driver, he says, while they were here. A finger in every pie, I thought. The opening sequence of the film is a mad car chase through the narrow streets of the Sassi, typical Bond fare in an untypical setting.

Our first view of this ancient troglodyte city takes my breath away. We had walked down from the shuttle drop off to the large main square where a market of local craft and antiques was happening. We looked for the three arches Gianfranco had drawn on our map like an extended m. You will get your first view of the Sassi from here, he said. I wondered how when we had walked down hill. I had no idea what I was about to see.

There was a small crowd at the balcony under the arches and a busker was singing a contemporary Italian song in its echoey chamber. The crowd moved on and we stepped up to an arch. And there it was - a city within a city built into a vast basin in the rock teetering on the edge of a ravine. We could see a myriad of shiny cobbled lanes falling away below us, and tightly packed and stacked tilted tiled roofs. I could now see how it often substituted for Jerusalem in films. The town climbed up the other side a kilometre away, where a cathedral created its highest point. As my eyes adjusted to its impressive size, I could pick out some of the rock churches and cave dwellings.

The Sassi has a blemished past since the twentieth century. It became one of the most deprived places in Italy by the 1950s. Old black and white photos of large families with haunted faces in one room cave houses, replete with cow or donkey, stare out at us from various points on our perambulations through its lanes. Writer Carlo Levi was exiled here in 1944. Horrified by the poverty and distress of its inhabitants, he wielded his pen and exposed how people were living, writing Christ Stopped at Eboli in 1945. Shamed, the government blustered in and removed the population to new estates and high rises above and beyond - a sad unravelling of a tightly knit community - and the city, inhabited for over 10,000 years was left to the cats and to crumble for a decade and a half.

In the mid 1980s, the government began to give grants to artists and artisans to take over dwellings. A creative community grew and, with further investment, 2nd generation locals returned.

Today, the Sassi is a popular tourist destination with many tightly packed restaurants and hotels, as well as artists studios. There is an evident class divide as you cross from the well heeled south district to the worn down north, where some abandoned houses still gape forlornly at passers by.

What we see is a city carved out of the rock - malleable calcarenite made from sandstone and time-ground fossils - at the edge of a precipitous ravine. As we walk through regular rain showers, I wonder how it all didn’t just wash away, but tufo, as it is more commonly called, for all its sandy texture is as strong as the generations after generations of people who carved out their lives in this rocky cavern.

The Sassi is believed to be the longest inhabited area in Europe, tracing its populations back to pre-historic times. The city’s archeological museum has many artefacts attesting to that from flint spear heads to extraordinarily beautiful Roman ceramics.

It also happens to have some remains of a pre-historic whale, discovered in nearby Lake Giuliano fairly recently. Its gargantuan body washed ashore over a million years ago and was no doubt picked clean by roving carnivores before its skeleton was covered by sand and eventually incarcerated and preserved by layers and layers of sediment hardened to create new land.

We sat and watched a beautifully realised immersive film projected onto two long walls of a darkened gallery, entered by curtain and triggered to run by our arrival. We sat on low seats and were soon submerged in an animated ocean described by a seductive narrative voice, speaking in Italian. English subtitles ran along the bottom of the short wall to our right but we could barely take our eyes off the transformed long wall to read them as we floated in its depths and witnessed the arrival of the giant whale, alive again and swimming right by us, filling the wall screen with its magnificent body, believed to have weighed between 130 and 150 tons. The narrator associated the leviathan with stories we’d know since childhood - Jonah and the Whale, Pinocchio; stories of men swallowed whole and trapped in the belly of a whale; given time to reflect on their mistakes before being belched back onto dry land once more - a second chance to do better this time.

The film ended and we felt a little bereft as we were deposited into the light and the next room - a small space that encased two pieces of the whale - part of its inner ear and a section of skull. The rest of the fossilised remains, including a rib that measures three meters, continue to yield knowledge about the little known Pleistocene era from which it came. Eventually, the Giuliano whale will be displayed in the museum. No doubt suspended in all its one hundred meter skeletal glory, sparking the imaginations of all who see her to write or dream of being swept inside this magnificent creature, and changed forever.

Later, we go into a cave dwelling, dark and organic, itself like the belly of a whale, furnished as it would have been in the early 20th century - a one-roomed home hewn from the stone. Shelved beds for large families each have tufo-carved cats snuggled into wool blankets - some things never change.

A voice rolls out from speakers a narrative in French, then English, then Italian, guiding our eyes to nooks and crannies displaying pieces of social history as tufo-carved members of the family (husband, wife, grandmother and various representative children) stand or sit silently in naive-style sculpted poses that betoken their roles.

The woman is preparing food for her husband who sits straight backed by the fireplace, presumably to ease a spine bent by a day’s labour. She looks at him as he stares ahead, a perpetual gaze that holds her unspoken thoughts and concerns. While grandmother sits at a loom, a young woman cradles a cloth baby: the oldest and youngest siblings most likely. I imagine childhood only lasted to the age of two or so, back then, before small hands and feet could be directed to useful work for the good of the family. The voice tells us that families were large, often as many as ten children but infant mortality was high. Hence the large families, I thought, to ensure enough children would survive to carry on the line and the endless work of subsisting.

Matera gave us so much that day. We walked all over the Sassi, weaving in and out of its lanes, dropping into an art gallery here, a chapel there or grander church. Stopping for coffee on a terrace to wait out a shower, walking the ravine-side path and leaning on its wall to eat a sandwich, taking in the magnificence of the view, watching walkers across the expanse explore the ancient once inhabited caves on that side, imagining nightly echoey calls across the divide from centuries past with news or requests or threats.

And finally finding Angeli’s for the best gelato in town. I had a thyme and mallow ice cream from its spotless stainless steel containers. Delicious.

Gianfranco appeared the next day as we were striking camp to hit the road for Pompeii. He was on a neat scooter, his glasses perched on his nose as he told us to taste the best cheese in Matera before we left. I looked to where he pointed under the scaffold starters gate, its red, amber, green lights recalling engine roars of impatient racing cars, and saw a small white van, it’s side door open displaying its white cheesy wares.

He looked eager, lean; a touch of the boy racer still about him, though he peered over his glasses, in middle-aged fashion. Can I take your picture, I asked? Prego, he said and posed happily, enjoying the limelight one more time.

For so many reasons, Matera is a special place, well worth a visit. But if you get a chance to stay on the Kartodromo site, you will be let into Gianfranco’s dream for a while of racing cars and movie stars and the best of everything Matera has to offer.

Madeleine

(Sassi at night photo by Alamy)

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