13 mai 2012
Chennai, Tamil Nadu A few days I'm trying to raise money to go Malaysia. I first arrived Chennai ten days ago, realized the harbour was closed to non-sailsmen, tried to get a permit without success, headed for Mahabalipuram, where I am right now, 60 kms down from the capital of Tamil Nadu. CouchSurfing at Bob Marley Cafe, on the beach, I get help and support by people who are definetly among those I'll remember: true open-hearted human jewels. Robeat, the owner of the Bob Marley Cafe, is the main one : He suggested... [Lire la suite]
03 mai 2012
http://www.howtotraveltheworldforfree.com/ I just sent this guy a message on CouchSurfing. Damn. It ruins my movie project ^^ I have nothing to say. Apart from a big appreciative whistle. We didn't went the same way neither I should do the same amount of kilometers but... That's it. I couldn't help thinking, during this whole travel: "I'm doing that, and nobody will never know it. So it means tousands of people did more, and more."
26 avril 2012
23 avril 2012
GOA Relaxing, swimming with the waves, partying for my birthday with this Korean and this awesome polish girl. Waiting for the amazing Indian sun to set in the palm trees. Cooking potatoes found in the aftermarkets, or coconuts, raw mangoes. Crossing a river in Hampi, five times, clothed as Gandhi. Heading for South-east Asia.
05 avril 2012
Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh "MP" as they say. Woohoo ! 10 thousands kilometers. Starting this travel I thought I would party somewhat reaching this symbolic threshold. Nope. I have no friends to party with - even my good old fellow, Francois, left me for an Iranian girl (which is perfectly understandable), and I feel a bit bluesy right now. Here's a funny thing to do: check 5000project.com at the tab "Iran", then the city "Tabriz", you might be surprised ^^ I recently gave an interview to a national Indian newspaper I can't remember... [Lire la suite]
12 mars 2012
Amritsar, Penjab. After three wonderful day with Kieran, an Australian musico, and Marta, my portugese sister, in Dharmsala, I'm back from the mountains. We will meet again. The North of India is awesome, and like everytime in this country (travel 10kms, and the language, the people, the lanscape and the food change radically) - totally different from the main "India" (what is the main India ? Gujurat ?). I'll remember Himachal. And Hima (here for Holi, the national party of the 6th, with all the "club" ^^ You miss me,... [Lire la suite]
28 février 2012
Shimla, Himachal Pradesh At the gates of Kashmir. Damned. Monkeys eveywhere, the land of the gods. It's cold out there. Beautiful old British georgian houses everywhere. A few photographs of what happened before. Err.. This is Taj Mahal, and err... This is me. At the same place. Yep. No editing involved. After that I went to Chandigarh, an entirely custom-made city by the french architect le Corbusier, my idol. One big dream fulfilled. This could have been a living utopia. And still life is much more breathable here than... [Lire la suite]
20 février 2012
HELLO EVERYBODY ! This is your favourite traveller live froooom.... INDIA ! Yes ! After an administrative nightmare in Tehran, and 20 days in Iran I wish would have been more fulfilling (I spent to much time in various offices) I am in India. What happened meanwhile ?In Iran, I met various wonderful people - but few I can thank enough. The Irani hospitality is something nobody can figure out without having encountered it. I've been PAID a flight to Delhi. Yes. I was (what a surprise) in the Indian embassy when came a girl (Sara,... [Lire la suite]
30 janvier 2012
I totally forgot this vid was online so here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUa2PfBIYdw&feature=player_embedded It's already valuable for my total-hippy look but also for what is said. Everything is on youtube. Sorry for the non-french speakers ! See you for a complete message.
17 janvier 2012
http://maps.google.fr/maps/ms?msid=200965993097799504753.0004b036906a78011a4a5&msa=0&ll=44.024422,19.863281&spn=30.094135,56.162109 Maybe the last message before entering Iran. We're in Diyarbakir, the gate to Kurdistan. Here, they call it "The Turkish Paris", because it's close to everything in the country. The city has gigantic basalt walls, and most of them are well-conserved - young people gather in it to smoke illegal stuff. Inside the walls it's like the dwarves mine, La Moria, in The Lord of The Rings. Big basaltic... [Lire la suite]