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  • Chiang Mai and Chiang Rai

    Posted By Seb on May 19, 2010

    Translation will be published soon.
    Meanwhile, have a look on the picture

    From Bangkok to Sukothai

    Posted By Seb on April 28, 2010

    Sorry, I lost the translantion of this post…
    I will translate it again later

    Australia is ending up here…

    Posted By Seb on April 8, 2010

    That some time now I have not taken the time to write, not for lack of time or internet connection, but just because i didn’t feel like it …
    I will be brief to tell you these last weeks in Oz

    Once arriving at Erlduda, I found again Frank and company. Together we went to the conquest of Uluru, the sacred aboriginal symbol transformed into a Australian symbol by numerous tourist brochures.
    But for us, agnostics western people, the truth is really impressiveless than the photos as often, unfortunately. Uluru is just a large rock formation in red sandstone in the middle of the desert.
    Nevertheless because of these parcularities, the different colors it can take, especially during sunset, it is classified as World Heritage UNESCO.

    According to the Anangu Aboriginal Uluru (wikipedia reference)

    The world was once a featureless place. None of the places we know existed until creator beings, in the forms of people, plants and animals, traveled widely across the land. Then, in a process of creation and destruction, they formed the landscape as we know it today. Anangu land is still inhabited by the spirits of dozens of these ancestral creator beings which are referred to as Tjukuritja or Waparitja.

    There are a number of differing accounts given, by outsiders, of Aboriginal ancestral stories for the origins of Uluru and its many cracks and fissures.
    “Uluru was built up during the creation period by two boys who played in the mud after rain. When they had finished their game they travelled south to Wiputa ..Fighting together, the two boys made their way to the table topped Mount Conner, on top of which their bodies are preserved as boulders.

    Two other accounts:
    The first tells of serpent beings who waged many wars around Uluru, scarring the rock. The second tells of two tribes of ancestral spirits who were invited to a feast, but were distracted by the beautiful Sleepy Lizard Women and did not show up. In response, the angry hosts sang evil into a mud sculpture that came to life as the dingo. There followed a great battle, which ended in the deaths of the leaders of both tribes. The earth itself rose up in grief at the bloodshed, becoming Uluru.
    All around this rock, many sites are sacred and holders of memory and legend.
    The ascent of Uluru is permitted, even if many warning don’t recomment it. Indeed, this site resence several deaths each year with glides and falls, and moreover Uluru being a sacred Aboriginal site, climbing to its summit is regarded as a desecration giving the evil eye. More curious than disrespectful, we did as many tourists … we climbed to the summit, and believe me … This view of the immensity of the desert, combines a strong wind is something impressive.

    For the rest, we visited the National Park Warrtaka for a walk in the Kings Canyon. Two hikes were open to us, we chose riding on the crest of the canyon to appreciate the view from the top. The beginning of the hike starts with a terrible slope, nicknamed “the slop of the heart attack” because of its difficulty. Viewed from above the view is magnificent.

    Next step: Alice Springs. This small bourcade in central Australia was a real magnet! Why you gonna ask?
    There really is not much to do here, our idea was to leave from this central point and to cross the desert in 4×4 until Perth, about 1,000 km of track before reaching the first road paved. But here was, the, beginning an endless succession of unfortunate events which forced us to return each time to our dear Alice … puncture three times, engine heater, oil leak, rear axe broken… well that was to believe that the ascent of Mount Uluru brought us really bad luck!
    Finally, we chose to take the coastal road, 3 days and 2 nights driving 4200km. The car was just running between 70 and 90km / h. A safari 4×4 and its hazards …. great but extremely expensive … too much for us!
    I am now in Perth, waiting for my departure to Bangkok on April.

    Hitchhiking in the desert, from Port Augusta to Erldunda

    Posted By Seb on March 19, 2010

    Already few weeks  ago, that the idea to hitchhike on Australian roads is running through my  mind. So in Adelaide, I splited up with our little band to be alone  for a while. Hitchhike experience in the desert, especially the first day was very exciting and interresting. I had planned ten liters of water, lots of can of food, my tent and a sleeping bag in case i had to sleep in the bush. The bag is heavy but it is better to be foresighted. It was during this first day that I most walked, between 15 and 20km, before Tomas, a young Australian doing a weekly commute between Adelaide and Roxby Down picked me up for the 150 km remaining until Woomera.

    Woomera is a small village with 250 people, it marks the beginning of the forbidden area, a plot of 127 000 km2 (the surface Area of England), yielded to United States after the World War II. That, it’s offering to our American friends a great playground for testing all kinds of missiles and Rocket. It is forbidden to fly over and enter. Nobody knows exactly what they are doing (aside from the regular missile tests). Design new weapons, smilitary cientific research, area 51 … X-files lovers, I give you free rein to your imagination.
    Coming in, I settled down in the only caravan park, the Traveler’s Village. Here I met the owner, Lynette Little Soon I will dub her, My Aussie Mum, owing to the kindness she is to me. Not wishing to see me sleeping in my tent when the weather was beginning to be bad, she offered me a room, we spend the whole evening talking in the bar, where she insisted on offering me more Jack Daniel. The next morning, she will even pick me up to the main road  so that I can continue my journey. Lynette, thank you again for all this generosity.

    My Aussie Mum


    Once on the main road, my second walking day started. Next stop, Cooper Pedy, about 350km. After about 5 km walking, Dan, his wife and their two dogs  stoped, they live in Coober Pedy and are going home after two weeks of vacation with their family. That is perfect. The road with them go very quickly.

    Coober Pedy is the famous cave-dweller town in the desert with post-pocalyptiques landscapes where numerous movies, including Mad Max, Star Wars, Pitch Black, Priscilla and so on, have been running. This city is also the capital of the Opal, and sincerely, you would think that the city has been built on a mine! I spent 2 nights in a underground hostel! No windows, dark … but cool

    After that, I headed off to Erldunda, more a rest area in the middle of a desert than a village. 500 km north. During this trip, it is Rob, an Englishman living in Australia for 10 years, working for an Australian travel agency who picked me up. He was very good company, and must make several stops to visit some customers before coming in Alice Spring. Notably we stoped at Indulkana,  a small Aboriginal community (Anangu). There are a school, a center Aboriginal art and some houses. The site attracts me right away, and curious to know and understand the culture, Aboriginal opinion and their way of life  in Australia, I asked the staff if I could stay here for a while. Unfortunately, to stay here, a permit is required. Perhaps asking more the manager, it would have been possible to stay, but Rob had to start quickly, letting me little time to think about. So I decided, with some regret, to go with him, leaving behind me, an experience that would undoubtedly have been unforgettable and instructive.

    Here is Rob


    Getting to Erldunda, I found again Frank, Chris, Sarah and Nick, my hitchhiking trip ends here. We now look out for the symbol of the Aboriginal community, the sacred Mount of Uluru


    Adelaide and the wine road

    Posted By Seb on March 19, 2010

    My trip to Adelaide was very brief and marked especially by the Wine Road in the region of Barrossa! At 9:30 am, go to the first winery, which is also the more known, Jacob Creek … 10:30am let’s drink, the first tastings start. Shiraz, Cabernet Sauvignon, Grenache, Merlot, Mataro Mourvedre, Sangiovese, Tempranillo, Pinot Black, Chardonnay, Riesling, Semillon, Sauvignon Blanc, Viognier, Pinot Gris.Of all these varieties, we tasted only six, before heading to the next wineries, Vinecrest wine and Richmond Grove… let’s drink again!
    Everybody feeling already the effect of these tastings, the lunch is essential before going to the last winery. On the menu, kangaroo steak accompanied by two good bottles of wine. It was in this last Winer, Sheppelfield, that we tasted the best bottle, one that theoretically must have been just smelled! One Porto 100 years old, $ 600 a bottle. Famous! Just one or two drops of this wine and our day was profitable. Very good day…

    For the rest and the discovery of the city. I let you see the pictures. —HERE—

    Shepparton, following and end…

    Posted By Seb on March 15, 2010

    Life in Shepparton was far from being hectic, but few details are worth to be storied. To begin I will briefly introduce few people of our “gypsy camp”.

    dsc_0127The one we can consider as the mascot was Trayvord, originallydsc_0186 from Queensland, he is 47 years old, but his daily consumption of alcohol and cigarettes make it looks 60. Far from to have enjoyed a life of comfort, he has been in prison for stealing cows. Married and divorced with four children (he does not see for long time ago). He has been harvesting almost 12 years in Boris’s farm. His nickname, broken leg, it gave to him because of an accident (he felt from the ladder). Every day, without exception, he drink his cubi of bad red wine. Nevertheless very pleasant and engaging, we spent several evenings with him listening to his stories.

    Danni, a Serbian expatriated in Australia few years ago. His character is marked by his nervousness and his misogyny. Talking to him about history or politics does not particularly easy, he monopolizes the conversation and does not accept any argument. But nevertheless, he is a good and pleasant father, buying grass and girls for his only son. Ok. maybe I’m exaggerating a little. I’ll spare you the detail about these so-called diamond traffic.

    dsc_0185Patrick  … that is the icing on the cake! Originally from Sydney, we only know the life that he imagines to be his! Therefore our Pat think that he is a secret agent working for the Australian Government to fight against the KKK. His father, who is nothing else than the inventor of the atomic bomb, and also a hero of war, knowing all the great politico-diplomatic secrecy of the second half of the 20th century. Hiroshima and Nagasaki are therefore a big plot australiano-Japanese in order to scare the Communists. Indeed the high Australian diplomats of those times would have visited the Japanese Emperor to tell him the facts, to show him the evidence of the massacre that Nazis were doing, so that he reacted. By this way a secret agreement would have been signed between both governments to simulate the atomic bomb. As for the current relations between Europe and Australia … well, they should improve soon . Indeed, Australia, France, United Kingdom and Ireland (perhaps more, I do not remember very well) will become one in the next three years, to be one and  single nation. And of course, because of the importance of his family and himself, he is awaiting to meet again and marry his fiancee who is  anyboby else than Stephanie De Monaco!

    That’s it for the main characters!!

    Besides them, our bunch of Franco-Belgian-Canadian spends the time between harvesting and  good night. Every evening, we was making good meals, from traditional pasta dish to the elaboreted rooster marineted in wine. For the record, Boris (the owner of the farm) allowed us to kill 4 of these roosters, we’ve plucked them, and made them marinated one whole night in a Australian red wine! Perhaps our best meal!!

    Shepparton, harvesting and gypsy camp

    Posted By Seb on February 6, 2010

    After 6 greats comfort days in Tim’s house in Melbourne, I am now in the small town of Shepparton.
    Just arrived, I met a bunch of French (difficult to avoid them, there is a big french community, over than 2500 people  looking for a job in this small town). Immediately, they accepted i jumped into their vans to go doing door to door in all the neighboring farms. The first day, the “farm fishing” is successful, a farm in a neighboring town propose to us, to start the next week. The camping being espensive and waiting to start working and sleeping on the ground of the farm, we will end up sleeping under a bridge where a group of backpackers has piched a little Woodstock. Great meeting, even if most of people spend more time drinking goun (the cheapest wine of Australia) than looking for job. Anecdotally, at our arrival, a group was doing a alcoholic marathon, 3 or 4 days just drinking from ths morming till the night… no comment! I even did some good meeting.

    3 days later, back to the farm, we met a group of Indians people who were also harvesting. Really good guys, we shared meals and tasted some Indian specialties like the unavoidable Indian bread, the chapatis.
    After two working days  sorting out apples, the tyrannical farmers began really to bother me and  being not enough docile for them, they fired me on the spot! That solved my dilemma: stay or go away. In short, I packed up my things and headed off to another campsite where some friends had settled down,  for spending my last night in Shepparton. Purpose of the following day, to reach Renmarck, a small village at 500km to the north, hitchhiking. Over there, I know someone who may pull strings for me for a job and host me for 1 week.

    Luck or fate, Nadege a French girl encountered in Melbourne, just arrived in Shepparton and had a date for a job. They are looking for two people! I show up at the rendezvous. That’s it, I am hired in Kalafatis. Just one problem, the ferm does not offer accomodation. The campsite is full and there was no way to pay $ 100 per week sleeping in a backpacker hostel. Finally, Boris, a Bulgarian farmer, agrees to let us sleep behind the fields where have installed a few caravans. After a thorough cleaning and some repairs … we’re getting installed! Here, I feel a bit like Christopher MacCandless during his discovery of the magic bus in Alaska. lol

    The work in the fields are not going too badly, even if it’s hard and does not pay so much. Stand up daily at 5:30am, I harvest between 1.5 and 2 tons of pears per day in 35 degrees in the shadow, and paid 30 dollars (19 euros) per 500 kilos. To forget the salary, I positive and imagine I am in a fitness center with intensives activities! I hope to work thus until early March and earn enough money to finish my tour of Australia without touching the Asia budget.

    Just a little anecdote: the spider visible on the pictures is a Redback, be careful it’s small but sturdy, the farms are infested. Here there are also Tiger Snakes, one of the most dangerous snake in Australia, I have not yet had the “luck” to see one, but last week one lucky girl was bitten by onr in another farm . After the first anti-venom, the doctors told: “We will know in 4 hours if she dead or no”!

    Conclusion: Join us at Shepparton, harvesting fruit, we need manpower.

    Have a look —here— to see the picture


    Posted By Seb on February 3, 2010

    This is the 2nd largest city in Australia with its 4 millionpeople. It is widely regarded as the cultural and sporting capital of Australia. It has thrice shared top position in a survey by The Economist of the World’s Most Livable Cities on the basis of its cultural attributes, climate, cost of living, and social conditions such as crime rates and health care, in 2002, 2004 and 2005.

    In Melbourne, this week, Tim a couchsurfer, hosted me in his house for 1 week. Therefore I was living in a large and pleasant house at some kilometer from the centre. As chance, Tim also hosted Nicolas for 3 days.
    A very good experience with couchsurfing.

    I will not give more details, I spent 6 days to visit, walking in cities and parks, to some museums, an exhibition on AC / DC, another on the history of Australian or cimema I was able to photograph the car Madmax, and last the life of Dennis Hopper.

    I let you have a look at the pictures … it is —here—


    Posted By Seb on January 13, 2010

    See Sydney’s pictures (Christmas pictures are on a special page)

    So where to start? In five weeks in Sydney, many things happened. and because I did not write as I went along – yes I lost the habit- it will be complicated.

    For my first week in Sydney, and thanks to my dear and beloved friend Lamya, I stayed at the Strand Hotel! Aaaah the Strand.  Here we are far from the sleep factories that are the ordinary backpack hostels where all backpackers squeeze up into dormitories,  sometime smelling quite bad, where they charge for everything, the staff are indefferent etc etc … no the Strand is akin more to a pub-hotel, nice, cheap, comfortable, pleasant, simple, with people who are really sympathetic … Inside we feel good and we stay! As soon as we arrived, we were told the plan: Tuesday night free barbecue on the Strand’s terrace, free pizza on Thursday night at the Three Wise Monkeys Bar and so on. A week later I moved to Chinatown into a nice apartment with 7 other people. I won’t tell you the details of the 6 hours I spent cleaning the kitchen and exterminating the cockroaches which had monopolized the place! But apart from that little detail, very quickly solved, my roommates were very nice and the fact that 8 people were living in this “2 rooms-one-kitchen flat” was no problem.

    After a short while, I started working for the Australian Red Cross by collecting donations in the street, not very well paid, but at least I practiced English. Briefly, my life in Sydney was divided between touring and making discoveries of the city, – the Opera House, the Harbour Bridge, Botanic Gardens, Hyde Park … – and going out, barbecues, beaches, work, sleep, cinema… an almost normal life!
    In the Basement, one of the largest jazz clubs of the city, I attended a James Morrison concert, one of the greatest Australian jazzmen, not to be confused with the British popstar of the same name.

    With the approach of Christmas, being already a good little band, we decided to celebrate it in Lamya’s flat. On the morning of the 24th, off we went cooking for 6 hours. The $35 expat’s menu per person:

    Aperitif with rose wine and/or beer
    starting with “Brazo del gitano”
    Greek zucchini stuffed with feta and broiled in the oven
    Stuffed Peppers rissoto
    Homemade lasagna
    Coconut brownie with vanilla ice cream on hot chocolate sauce
    Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot – Champagne
    Jack Daniels and Vodka for after-dinner drinks

    So a good Christmas, well done and with good fun! The only snag of the evening, our two Italian girls confused the Christmas party with a common Saturday drinking party and finished the night vomiting on the carpet in the room! I’ll spare you the details…

    Just a week after it was New Year!
    We decided on 31 December, we would wake up at 6am and head off to the Botanic Gardens, which is the best place to attend the festivities, just in front the Opera House and the Harbor Bridge! But at 6am, it was raining … :( ! We came back to bed! Finally we arrived at the Botanic Gardens at 10.30am and there were already at least 7000 people queuing up! Holy shit, especially when we knew that the best location can hold only 3,000 people. No problem, a friend edged her way into the queue, and we found her again one by one, overtaking everyone, about 6000 people! So finally we got some beautiful places and  spent the rest of the day playing cards, drinking champagne, talking, before the 12 strokes of midnight.
    14 hours waiting … for what? For 12 minutes of fireworks like I did in my garden when I was a kid!!
    What?? That was worth 5 million dollars, damn they are expensive these firecrackers in Australia !!!!!

    No.. ok I’m exaggerating, it was not so bad, but really … It’s not worth those in Spain! While watching the firework, I
    even asked myself, whether it was actually midnight, hoping that what I was seeing was only the preliminary! In fact the problem in Sydney is that to really enjoy the fireworks and understand its cost, you should rent a helicopter and see it from the sky. You will understand why, watching the following video:

    Resolution 2010, like every years, stop smoking … already 14 days without smoking! So far so good!

    For the last days in Sydney, we decided to go and see the famous Blue Mountains!

    Here is what you should have seen:

    blue mountain1

    And this is what we saw:

    blue mountain3

    A little disappointed anyway, even if the evening, camping under this small rain was very nice! We had a good fun!

    See Sydney’s pictures (Christmas pictures are on a special page)

    South West Rock Dives

    Posted By Seb on December 2, 2009

    A dive in a cave, simply amazing!
    To give you an idea of the place,  here is a  schema:


    Then we went down to 24 meters deep, once torches are on, we came into the cave, and, better not be claustrophobic, especially going up in the chimeys. Underwater in the cave darkness is really scary and some way are really very narrow. Regarding wildlife, it is important to be vigilant to avoid touching the ??? (i don’t remenber the name) a species of shark, which remains static on the bottom awaiting the arrival of prey. This specie is not dangerous as long as we don’t step on them by mistake, because in this case they might bite. Otherwise there are all sorts of crustaceans living in the darkness of the cave.

    Grey Nurse Shark

    But the most impressive happens only at the exit of the cave. In fact the place is constantly populated by scores of Grey Nurse Shark, another species of shark, 3 meter long, inofensive if we do not bother them too much. Its big mouth and sharp and curved teeth make it looks aggressive. However, his attacks against humans are rare and often caused by human carelessness. Therefore we skirted the walls to avoid teasing them too closely. By the time the sharks are approaching so near we could almost touch them. Of all the dives done in Australia (11 total), this one are by far the best. Unfortunately, not rented camera, I only could recuperated very little photography, whose quality was very weak.

    Rather than post pictures that do not represent the beauty of the site, I invite you to see those posted on the diving center web site. —Click here— and once on the page go to the gallery South West Rock Dive Photo.

    As a bonus, a small video:

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