Driving back home that day, I encountered a procession of villagers all wearing their celebratory outfits, holding baskets on their head and carrying leaves. They had rice on their throat and on their third eye. I stopped on the side of the road amazed and observed from afar.
Continue reading
Yogyakarta is different than any other city I visited in Java. The colors on the walls, the nice smell coming from every warung (these kind of small restaurants opened on the street where you can serve yourself succulent Nasi Goreng for few bills), the noise of the busy traffic, the smily people, the chicken on the road…
Tap tap on my shoulder.
“Hi! You remember me?”
Continue reading
Thierry and Arnaud invited me to this big reunion of French people met on the way. How could I say no! With my little experience of traveller I know that it could be a great night or a disaster, depending on which kind of “French” they were. Fortunately, they were the good ones and even if it’s really hard to enter a group in which everybody already knows everybody, I had an amazing time that night.
Thailand is really open in terms of graffiti and street art. I doubt it’s legal but they are everywhere!
I’m not that idiot and of course, when I planned to go to Lop Buri, I knew theRe was some ruins and monkeys there, but I promised that I’ve been really shocked by their presence in the city.
I dropped my bag a The Noom Guesthouse which was a really nice place, full of good vibes, with a nice terrace where the customers were spending their days relaxing and observing the outside world on a mattress.
My bedroom was really simple but for 150 THB, I was not complaining. I had everything I needed: a fan and a moskitoes net.
I woke up late that day and missed Marion and Eddy so I went outside on my own for this second day in Bangkok.
First, BREAKFAST! I walked to Khao San Road, really “well” reputed for its night life full of drunk and irresponsible backpackers and its day market. I asked for a mango juice to this lady on a little stall and I delightfully took a sip of it before realizing there was crushed ice in it… You can imagine my face transforming from a stupid smile to a grimace of horror. Well that was it… It was too late…
The Wanderlust Queens Project 