Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Kates Playground Pictu8res

Indochina 4 (05-09/12)

Nearly 2 months after my return to Mae Sot I take two days off work to go back to Laos, the last country that I had to return to visit in my mind of Indochina's French colonial times.

Ten o'clock bus to cross from west to east Thailand Udon Thani up, the regional capital has a hundred across the border, and another hour until Nong Khai and the Friendship Bridge which joins the two countries above the Mekong.

half way to Luang Prabang in fact, that I conclude that after a night in Vientiane.

two hours spent to complete the formalities of customs, and I finally crowd Lao soil. A multitude of rabateurs rushed upon me, but I expect other tourists turn up to share a taxi to the center. A Thai backpacker than thirty years leading his nose, and go. For 100 Baht (2 Euro) each of an old mercedes 60 years will lead us to safe harbor.

We decide to have breakfast and both do the same after a visit together.


His name is Guss (everyone has a "nick name" in Thailand), and sells hospital equipment in Bangkok. Towards

13h Guss leaves me to take a bus to Vang Vieng, where he will spend the night before joining Luang Prabang. Hello, we cross again definitely there.

Vientiane city has a certain charm, the buildings stand a man's height and despite the austerity of some official buildings, the general architecture is pleasant.


It feels like a familiar, and the smell of fresh bread help, we represent a nostalgic time forgets or young people dressed in colonial uniforms siroptaient a little yellow at the terrace of a coffee making facing the Mekong.


The sunset hues of rocks me dilluees and I prepare for my trip the next day I went to bed happy.

At 6:15 am I'm at the bus station, ready to face the 9 hours since I have left to travel up to Luang Prabang. I'm so excited decouvrire the idea to the city that everybody talks to me for so long and fascinating magnificient landscapes that we are experiencing, as minutes pass without my appercoive.


Here we are, it is 16.30. I walk around the center to find "The Guest House" woman he takes me and the streets are congested, as well as farangs else.

As I walk the streets which form the bulk of the city, I note that the buildings reflect the active protection of heritage. But I'm especially impressed by the number of young people to backpack. The city is literally invaded.


I finally found and look forward to a hot shower which I shall not fail to savor every drop.

- I'm afraid all of a sudden the last few weeks, my blog is more like a travel guide has an account of my volunteer service. Good for those that will help plannify their future discovery of Southeast Asia, and after all it is indeed part of what I saw here .. -

The same evening I came across Guss, with whom we dine in a typical restaurant. My dish is disappointing but I am delighted by his proposal to accompany him and Thai friends, until a few drops of water across the city.

The waterfall is beautiful, but too many people bathe and I decided to follow an arrow indicating a cave a little further. I spend a large hole in which I dare not turn his head and continues the path that climbs to the top of the hill. A dozen minutes later, a staircase "house" descends steeply to a familiar sound, the water pours in power.


down and I find myself alone in a sort of hamlet in the middle of the jungle, or water flows from all the vegetation. I thank the Lord for giving me this place decouvrire wonderful, my temper and remains motionless for some time.

Only the sound of water comes nourishment of my mind. I want to stay for centuries, but I feel that others are waiting for me.


Concluding a marathon stay, I take my last day to eat a good steak in a french cafe and finish my book in the garden of a charming hotel with a crumble creole, fingers feet fan, to the Mekong.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Buy Golden Desert Eagle Bb Gun

Indochine 3 (14-23/10)


In Hue, I went down to China Beach, a few miles from Danang, great beach town center Vietnam.

is a public bus that I borrowed for the occasion, delighted to make the economy a few thousand dong and ready to share the means of local transportation.
I arrived at the bus station running under the rain just beginning to beat. The bus was leaving in two minutes, the time to pay at the counter, he waits outside the door. Except. It starts a few minutes later, but advance at a constant speed of 10 km / h for a good quarter of an hour.

Do not get me wrong, the bus is all there is of course more modern, and there is no doubt that he can roam even beyond 100 km / h, only it is not full. We will not go faster so there will be a folding bridge between rows of seats. And actually, a half-hour later I take my bag on his knees to make room for travelers who are constantly rising.

I was hoping to surf, perhaps, one of the few spots in the South China Sea. But time does not lend itself to. High winds encouraged me to resume the road with three of Australia to Hoi An


Small hamlet of another time a few miles south of Danang, Hoi An is an expensive destination for tourists . It must be said they are charming and households bordering three streets that constitute its core.

However it does not stop raining and the river that borders the city began to overflow. I decide to go back to Danang or I take the train to Nha Trang. I learned later that flooding in the area of Hoi An have done much damage.


A Nha Trang, I suffer from a stiff neck and keeps the room more often. The score is beautiful and sandy beach, but the massive constructions that stand on the edges of their ranges are colonized shade.


My bad leads me to prefer urban walks to sea winds and besides, I prefer the path I walk up to the Cathedral, being hoisted on a promontory in the center of the city, as that leads to the beach restaurants .



My trip is nearing its end, and finish with a flourish, I have an appointment with volunteers from Saigon Mui Ne, new route of nearly four hours by car.


The beach is beautiful as Nha Trang, and wilder, too. The dunes that contribute ay form a microclimate mild and sunny remind me of the Landes.


We spend two days wandering in a very nice bike and bask in the sun before hitting the road to Saigon where I stayed one night before I go back to Phnom Penh and Bangkok and Mae Sot.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Japanese Public Masterbate

IVY Restaurant Sarjapur

Yesterday noon we went to the restaurant with 11 of 12 colleagues from my bus.

This is the Ivy 10 minutes by car to work. It is still under construction but the frame is really nice with swimming pool, beach with his false volleyball court and a nice decoration.

There is no map as it is a huge buffet which costs a little over 4 e per person.

In addition to the soup served at the beginning you can choose among half a dozen entries and a dozen dishes.

Yesterday there were all kinds of vegetables, full of Indian breads and Western, more rice, pasta has the Neapolitan of dals, potato curry ...

Same system for the buffet which included brownies covered with hot chocolate, lemon tarts, the goulab-jamoons, of Indian sweets, ice cream ...

At the end we had all eaten 4 or 5 plates.

It's still quite expensive for India, but everything was delicious and the setting really nice. Besides the group of girls we put a good atmosphere.


The restaurant seen from outside.

Finally he makes the first floor hein pas tout l'immeuble ;)


Piscine official




Le restaurant à l'intérieur





Buffet de desserts
(Personne n'a pris de photos du buffet principale :( )



On s'est posé dans un des petits bangalows après le repas.



Boyz




Pimp and girlz ^ ^



And by the pool.
shame of having to return that job I would have bathed.

Prebuh our bus driver

Remote Starter Hyundai Santa Fe 2010

Another weekend in Chennai Pondicherry

The friends of my girlfriend arrived.


Note: Photos available tonight

2004 Chevy Ss Silverado Truck For Sale




Last Friday I went to Pondicherry in order to certify a signature for papers in France. In effet l’ambassade de France se situe a Dehli mais il y a aussi deux consulats : un à Mumbai et un à Pondichéry.

La ville se situe ici :

Il s’agit d’un ancien comptoir Français et l’influence hexagonale est encore très présente :

- Beaucoup de gens parlent français

- Le style architectural est colonial français

- Street names are in French (Rue de la Marine, Rue Bussy)

- There are bakeries and bookstores French

I only stayed few hours but the city seems very peaceful, surrounded by a huge beach and surrounded by a lush jungle. It does not seem affected by pollution, traffic jams and everything seems quieter.

I went back to Chennai by bus (3H - 1 e 50) having first filled my bag with 3 sticks and a dozen croissants / breads au chocolat.

Note: Photos disponibles ce soir


Chai à 6H du mat'

La rue qui mène au consulat

Le consulat de France


Lever de soleil sur la plage en attendant l'ouverture du consulat


Friday, November 9, 2007

Blog About Efudex Usage

Indochine 2 (12-14/10)


The night train that I took of Hue Saigon is actually also a day train. Indeed, he puts 17 hours to reach the imperial city from HCMC (Ho Chi Minh City). Count another fifteen hours until Hanoi.

I therefore Hue on 13 late after-noon. It was important for me to be there before dark so I can wake up a 2 am to see the bend 15 of France against the English. I must confess that I shot down again, at 4am, the throat of bitterness, is part of the memories I do not keep too long in the memory. A short night

compensate me for the disappointment, if not lost sleep, and I went to the meeting of the imperial city full of enthusiasm fatigue.

On my way I met a French-speaking guide who gave me a little lift in what looked like an old pharmacy has over the years 50, PMU at the corner. We agreed to meet for lunch at the riverside.

two hours, I visited the Forbidden City, dreaming of seeing stand the remains of imperial buildings, proud again, and not ready to host the Great of Cochin, the Gulf of Tonkin and China itself.


At the sight of some building remains virtually intact or skillfully renovated, I could not help but see the red flag of his shadow haunt these places in another time.
The guide told me that the north is much more common than the south. The people are after him are liars honey in front of you behind your back and vinegar. Anyway I do not have time to go further north.


Thus began my journey back along the coast to Saigon.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Why Does My Snowmobile Backfire And Not Start

Bangalore Chennai # 3