As you may know, I spent two years in London. You might think that for a frenchy, living on Queen Elizabeth’s island would have depressed my sensitives taste buds. And you would be wrong, oh so wrong my dear reader! London offered me the chance to discover cuisine from everywhere in the world.
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Back home, there is few things that really annoy me. People pushing me in a crowded place and not apologizing. Being late and people who are late. Even if I must admit being late at all my meetings. It’s in my genes, I can’t fight it, it’s my Latin blood! I hate cold espresso, bicycling under the rain and also tomato sauce stain on a white blouse. Let’s not talk about guys in the street asking if I want to grab a drink with them. No. I don’t want to know you. I’m busy and you are scary. Leave. Me. Alone. Please.
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Being on an island could describe the sensation of being trapped, of running around in circles. Like Johnny Cash, you have been everywhere, explored all the caves, inspected under every bushes and walked on every path. All around you is the ocean and you are certain: you have seen it all.
Under the rain or on a sunny day, the island have no mystery for you anymore.
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“I am Muslim!” Said proudly the taxi driver who was driving me from Ubud to Canggu. “And you?”
“Hmmm… I try to take what I think is the best from every religion, but I am not from one confession really!”
The taxi driver didn’t talk to me until the rest of the trip. He looked obviously upset! Whatever is your religion in Indonesia, you HAVE to have one.
The boat I took from Nusa Lembogan to the Gili Islands stopped in Lomboq to unload some passengers. We stayed at the small pier for half an hour because of police control.
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When in Java, I researched for a silent retreat in Bali, I thought it would be a great life experience to not use my voice for few days. When I realized I would not be able to listen to any music, read any book and that I will basically starve for one week if I clicked on the button “reserve”, I quickly change my mind and naturally search for something less hardcore. I will have a life experience in a yoga retreat.
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I really try to work on my stubborness during this trip.
It’s somehow hard for me to make the difference between: “this is going to be funny to do that” and “I need to do that to prove myself I’m a strong and independent woman”.
I take selfies.
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I continued the exploration that day and without any hesitation, I can say that my favorite place is Angkor Thom.
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A bit confused, I arrived at the train station at 3am. It was already hot. Maybe it just never stopped to be hot in the end…
I sat down on a bench, not really sure about what I was thinking about when I took that cheap ticket to come here. I was a lonely girl with all her belongings with her in a place where she was not supposed to be. I didn’t felt really in danger as there is always policemen and monks around in a train station but… Rule number one, never stay too long around a train station at night, anywhere in the world. Ah nah, that’s rule number two sorry. The first one is: “Don’t come back with a child”.
The Wanderlust Queens Project 