I wanted to thanks Mylène for the interview. Braving the risk of storm growing up seriously, we went out for a drink in a fancy hotel facing the sea, few minutes by walk from our hostel. Yes, there is fancy fancy hotels in Nusa Lembogan. Maybe… Two or three. But still.
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It exists in Canggu, a place where you can drink expensive cocktails in tin shiny cups, observe skaters riding in an empty pool, dance in front of a projection of old surf movies, and then get a tattoo.
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After an epic journey from Ijen Volcano to Denpasar in Bali, Alberto and I were absolutely exhausted. Waking up at 1am, hiking in the condition I explained in the last article for more than 8 hours, taking the van, the boat and a public bus was like living the longest day of my life. And it was not over yet.
After the three days hike in Myanmar, wearing my destroyed converses and sleep on the floor, freezing to the bones, I thought that the hardest part of my trip was done.
I was not imagining one second that a way more intense experience was waiting for me in Java and that I would admire a sunset in Hell…
It took me twenty minutes to guess that Vento was from Mongolia. If I’ve learned something during my trip is that you always can be surprised by the nationality of people. An accent or the color of the skin, the shape of the face or the way people dress themself up doesn’t mean anything and most of the time travelers have influences from everywhere.
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Another goodbye.
As always, I had the impression to leave a bit of my heart in Koh Phi Phi…
You know what you leave, you don’t know what you’ll win… It’s not like I’m loosing a little part of myself everytime I leave a place, I just have the impression that my heart and my soul are getting so big that I can drop a small piece of it everywhere on my way…
On my last night in Phi Phi, as I was wandering in the streets, colored with drunk old teenagers and careless young adults, I asked myself if the places you decide to go while traveling could influence the person you are…
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On the 31st of December 2014, one year ago exactly, a Scottish church rang midnight and the bagpipes in the stadium I was standing in began playing the goodbye song. Fireworks were illuminating the sky and my cold smoky breath was blurring the stars behind my partner’s head as I looked up at him. As much as Scotland can be cold on a 31st of December, my heart was burning with love and hope for the new year to come.
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Mister loverman.. shabba! Mister loverman…
Twist and shout… Come on, come on, come on baby now..
Yep, you are in Myanmar, in the only and unique reggae bar, 7th Joint.
This bar has nothing to do with reggae except the colors on the wall and the bob Marley picture illustrating the menu. But you have a live band playing sometimes and it’s just a great place to meet people. Like these expats from France and Maurice or these two football coaches from Nigeria…
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Tap tap on my shoulder.
“Hi! You remember me?”
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The Wanderlust Queens Project 