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Most stations reply through snail mail, even e-mails, given that you provide your address and ask for a QSL Card in return.
Also, when writing to a station remember to include a SIO Code, which stands for signal, interference, and overall. SIO 555 would be the best and SIO 111 would be the worst. On the back of the card, they print SIO you gave them. I gave Radio Habana a 444 rating, as you can see.
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I've had emails from the Overcomer, because I've written with opinion or comment.
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In case you didn't notice, I scanned your Mix Tape artwork as well!
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Do you know, I did notice that, but it was just before the old laptop died! I'd forgotten to return to the thread and thank you.
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Originally Posted by Пятхъдесят Шест
Last night Ecuadors Voice of the Andes presented a stange listen, normally broadcasting in Spanish only, they have a small (yet odd!) segment for people who are just learning or trying to learn English. Granted the actual topic seems rather typical for a radio broadcast (the belly button, and its unsubtle 'fluff'). Anyhow, it was read extremely slow and took a turn for the peculiar towards the end when this tale was told:
“[One] September I went alone on a canoe trip. On the very first day my canoe [boat] turned over in [the water] and I lost some of my equipment in the water. ... I lost all my [extra clothes]. So I knew I would have to wear the same [clothes] for the rest of the trip.
Six days later I was finally back home. The first thing I wanted to do was change clothes and [clean myself]. But when I took off my [shirt], to my amazement, I could see something sticking out of my belly button! I could not believe it; something was growing in there! [It was a small plant!]
... It was actually rooted in some [fluff]! I have never heard of anything like that in my whole life! Well, I guess that seed found everything it needed in my belly button: [fluff] as a [place to grow], [water] from my body sweat and [the river water] splashes, warmth from my body heat, and some sun-light through my loosely knit [shirt]. [I kept the small plant in a container. But,] it died a few days later.”
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You can listen to it here: The Belly Button |
Thank you. That's a very fine story! Reminds me, purely for the fortean/South American river connection, of the dread, cringe-inducing candiru fish:
It is feared by the natives because it is attracted to urine or blood, and if the bather is nude it will swim into an orifice (the anus or vagina, or even in the case of smaller specimens the penis—and deep into the urethra). It then erects its spine and begins to feed on the blood and body tissue just as it would from the gills of a fish. The candiru is then almost impossible to remove except through an operation. As the fish locates its host by following the water flow from the gills to its source, urinating while bathing increases the chance of a candiru honing in on a human urethra..