Saturday in Istanbul

After tow nights of party, i am tired (hey, i am no longer use to this rhythm) and today, except eating, we do nothing at Marion's place but talking about education. I can not remember how this subject started, maybe with the Balkans. Yes i think that was it, the Balkans being so divided because they had no unifying ideals. And that is what is provided by education. If it is not the first goal of education, next to intellectual stimulation. So we talk about how limited history lessons will always be, how one sided, how stupid it is to read Zola (because you dont understand) when you are 15 all this for the sake of a unified nation and a national identity. But how important it is that these things are brought to you for future use.
A passionating subject i don't feel like writing more about right now, sitting in the shade of a tree on a warm, slightly windy, November day on the south coast of Turkey.

Massive party and one more day in Struga

My computer corrupted the text file i saved this storry in so unless i find the bckup i did you will have only wild pictures today.





Have a nice day!

Saturday night is White night. Monday is museum day.

The white night is quiet an exceptional one here, everyone is on the streets, young, kids, not so young, students and workers... The main square holds a concert and we notice how small this city is, in less than an hour, we meet 3 or 4 of Aurelies friends. We go for a couple drinks and chat a bit with a young man who is very blaze of everything. He is gay and seems to think that half the population is. He has worked in Sydney and is the first person who tells me this city sucks. His parents have taken hi over the world there is almost not a country he has seen, he has written half the constitution of Macedonia, lived in New York... he is 30 and something and just had a hart attack. Even that doesn't seem to affect him. He could be a very interesting man if everything he said didn't sound so normal and uninteresting. He does not seem to want to do anything anymore...
I rapidly turn to my cafe bucheron and chat a bit with Sandra who was playing with fire and swaring around a couple days ago. Now she does not make such a strong impression anymore... Looks like someone else is getting blase... We head for a party organized by a friend in an underground club. Actually the party has not started yet, we just go to check out the location. It s old and looks like a comy place but is well decorated. Unfortunately it has kept the smell from the comy days. I chat a bit with the boss who we have met a couple days before. Nice man, new in the business it seems. Later on the club is full and people smoke and sweat and no on notices the smell anymore. The music is trance of course and people are on drugs of course... you must be thinking drug drugs drugs, thats all that happens in Skopje, well you are almost right, drugs and trance everyday. Tonight everyone seems to get ecstasy from a guy with long hair at the bar so after a couple people asking me for “something”, i tried to keep a little distant from the bar. The guy in question is Actually selling the stuff from behind the counter, alongside beers except there is no receipt for Es. Some everyone is on the same drug and at one point, later that night, i get the impression everyone is reaching a peak at the same time. Everything around is like madness, people are hugging everywhere, yelling and laughing and the dealer is laying on the bar, ecstatic. Funny times for me, the boss and a policemen, probably the only three people tonight who did not take anything. Young girls in purple, pink and flashy green are shining and dancing in the uv light, a big wasted guy with a broken nose wants to start making out with a girl on the floor, right next to the bar after crashing to the floor with a big bang. The girl happens to be the same one who was talking to me couple minutes before, getting very close and telling me about her fiance... but the big man is not the fiance. They disappear into the toilette...
My two friends are not having such a great time, they did not get their drugs from the barman but rather amphetamine from the organizer of the event... And it is not heron this time but still does not seem to work heaps... A drugs world. The word friend does not have any meaning anymore went it comes to drugs, everyone want some and when it comes down to business, you might as well rip of everyone, including our friends. As the night is getting late, i have a blast with Sandra and Hihi, they are complaining about the music, too violent so we go out a while in the park, sit in the rain and laugh with a bunch of other party boys. After smoking a little the opinion about the music suddenly has changed and they njoy it very much... To me it is just the same electronic bum bum...
Before leaving i meet some people from the rainbow festival. Quite funny to see those that were running naked, eating healthy food and meditating again. Now they are in babylon, drugged but still preaching natural life. An other dude is walking around with one crouch, seems to struggle but wants no help, just get to a place with no rain to take one more line of amphetamine. There is a day bar in the back of some building, a couple meters from the club and as he leans against it, he unpacks his stuff on the bar but did not seem to think that even though it is not wet it is still humid and his stuff starts to agglomerate to bigger and bigger balls. A dude pull out an exit pass (plastic card, same place i was a couple month ago... party people meet again...) to help but the ball dont get smaller. Damn it he is loosing patience and sniffs it all anyway...
Even if I laugh interiorly and have plenty new reasons not to do these drugs, i still understand these people have problems and maybe need help and not a stranger making fun or a starting to try reasoning them. This is not the end of junky Macedonia...

Good night!

Birthday in a Hostel.

After yesterday nothing at all day, we decide to take action and get out of the flat a little while Aurelie's is sorting out her work stuff. We first go into the Big Bazaar, a huge market place where you can by fresh (i mean real fresh) fruit and vegetables every day. Alongside these you also get Olives, Spices, rice, ajvar, olive oil, cheeses and all sort of bottled (not canned) food. Next to food you ca also find pretty much anything you need, from mobile phones to chainsaws, plastic cups to small fruit knives by packs of 10 (made in china of cours) etc... It is a pretty lively place and it is good to walk through her though the merchants look at us really strange when we by 4 or 5 apples. People are used to by huge bags of them. Just like Aurelie said about the peppers, she once took 3 and the man just laughed and offered them. It seems only foreigner do this, I suppose we got used to buying so small amounts because of the so high prices in markets...
We then stop buy in an old cafe on the Albanian side of town, the older nd more beautiful side of Skopje is mainly inhabited by Albanians and has all the nice shops selling jewelry and watches. Regarding this separation of the city and some peoples reactions, i could write one more thing about the stupidity of human beings when it comes to hatred between two “races”but i don't really feel like it tonight and would rather just say that we where served admirably and had a good time on this terrace, sippin our Turkish coffee even if the day was not the most sunny and warm one.
We then walk a bit more, the night is falling as we get to the old bridge. This old stone bridge is restricted to pedestrians and leads to the main square of Skopje. An huge square with many fancy bars and cafes terraces which is always crowded at night. We walk alonf the river a little and shoot a couple pictures. Tonin is one of those guy really enjoying to have a digitl slr to play with and he shoots a couple good shots.
We later meet back with Aurelie and here friend Histina, also called Hihi :) We take a cab to a small bar one of her friends has opened in what once was a flat. It is nicely decorated with a mix of oriental decorations and modern pictures or paintings. The ambiance is orange and th music is well picked. Add to that a couple a fun loving, nice bartenders qho are also friends and you get a perfect bar :) After a couple beers and Rakias, a nice song of La rue ketanou, we get an other cab back into the center to an other friends place. This time it is a hostel, 10 euro a night, it is a really good place to stay in Skopje and a friend of the owner is celebrating his birthday there. We go underground, into the living room, or common area and share al ittel food a lot of beer and most people also take a trip. Lsd on papier buvar :) Not my thing. But i m told later, while i am telling more stupid stories then usual that i took some. I certifiy that no but Tonin explains me that Lsd is passed very easily trough skin contact or by sharing the same fork, even maybe breathing the same air. I don't feel any different however, i am just quite happily drunk as i often am (not really drunk but a bit more than tipsy :)
There is one special girl here tonight, she is playing with her hat and a stick and making a show, you can see she feeds on people attention. She later does a couple fire tricks, lighting long metal finger and playing with the fire until she puts it out with her mouth. I try to get a couple good pictures but you will see i didn't get much. She is a surprising one, she speaks a little French since she lived in Lausanne for about 6 month. Right next to a street i lived on, close to the Coop Caroline. She ha a bit of charm and me and Tonin get into more discussions when she starts here performance of French slightly old school swearing. It is lovely and sensual, we are both captivated by her “Naon! Ca chuffit!” and other ¨Ta geule” said with such a sweet accent. This is what i felt that night but Thinking back about it, since i have seen her again a couple days later, i think i might well have been on a little Lsd because what i heard then, was nothing like what i thought i had heard... or it was just the nice moment in the nice hotel!

Infected Mushroom.

Today is the day of that live concert that has kept me in the area and (i dont know it yet) will keep me around for some time. I leave Nis in the morning, this time i m hitchhiking back and it should not be a problem to get over the 200 kilometers to Skopje. I get out of the city after a minimal breakfast and a long struggle at the post office to get a package sent to Switzerland, a freaking long customs paper to fill which is fortunately in Serbian and French unlike the other paper for the post office which is only in Serbian, written in Cyrillic. The women at the desk is just as nice as in most French post offices, she is disgusting. Anyway, the guard is nice, we chat and laugh.
The first men who picks me up in the outskirts of Nis is young, he works for the family business and he takes me a couple kilometers, a good spot to get south, not by the highway but the normal local road. Soon an truck comes up, and i get the best ride of the day. A man in his 50s, he is driving his truck all over the place and has been to most European countries. he is keen to talk and with such people my Serbian is good enough to talk about almost anything. Of course we speak about the usual topic, the beautiful Serbian country. Its food, it girls, its music, culture and beautiful natural landscape. Serbia, he says, is a country with such great land that it was never hungry, always had plenty to eat and plenty of the best since it all comes from the neighboring fields and farms. It is true, you can see food growing everywhere and what you buy at the market (unless you are in Belgrade or buying bananas) rarely was driven around for hundreds of kilometers. You get fresh, local, seasonal and delicious fruits and vegetables. For proof of that he points at his belly, big and round like always in the Balkan, shows a great smile and drives on. We then also talk about his job, he tells me he has driven this Mercedes i am sitting in for 800 000 kilometers without maintenance, just the normal oil change. And it keeps going! he has driven over 3.5 millions kilometers in his lifetime!
H drops me in a tow some 40 kilometers south, Leskovac. A short but pleasant ride. As I walk to the right spot to continue my journey, a men on a tractor passes slowly, turns around on his seat and gives m the finger with a bad grin on his face. I realize how fast I can change moods, not that he scared me but he switched my thoughts from very positive ones inspired by my ride to darker ones about human nature. I then have to wait quite long before i get a ride with Vladimir to Bujanovac, he drives to visit his girlfriend or the weekend. We talk about rock, watch a live concert on the small screen sitting next to the driving wheel. He drops me in a familiar place, i have waited her on my less successful ride north a couple days ago...He started his journey this morning in Trieste, he is in a bit of a hurry and quite tired. Understandable, he has been driving for over 10 hours straight...
We pull up at the Macedonian side boarder, big queue 15 minutes of waiting, far to much for my stressed driver. He sakes little, we converse in a mix of languages, Italian, English and Macedonian. While we wait we watch the dogs begging for food at each car and make jokes. We pull over at the cafe just across the boarder, it seems my driver needs one more awaking drink to make it the last 70 kilometers. After the boarder i get to see the industrial zone bordering Skopje, on my way out, i was sitting on a bus reading the small book by Suskind i was offered by a German on the ferry in Albania. At first it is a real nice sight, some of the hilly fields have just been worked on and are brown other are yellow, between them rare trees and houses stand to complete the landscape. There is something about this view that made me think it is beautiful and i think it is the round shape of the fields laying on a hill side. Nothing is straight or flat. The dark brown color adding to the impression of relief.
We arrive in Skopje, i get of in Autokomanda, the area Aurelie lives in. she is not home so i take a little time and sit at the internet cafe where i wait for her and Totor. As they arrive, we head for her home and drink the bottle of beer that was waiting for us in the fridge. impossible to buy more, the stores stop selling alcohol in Macedonia at 7 pm. So we start the bottle of Raki i was offered on my first ride into Skopje. It is strong. I show em how to prepare a cafe bucheron. Make coffee, add a lot of sugar, dont stir, drink the coffee, leave the sugar, add the raki. Then comes the funny part, us a metal spoon to stir and as you stir put the raki on fire and mix until all the sugar is melted in. Nazdravie.
A friend of Aurelie who will get her in for free joins us and we head for the Skopje fair where the concert takes place. We catch a cab and i discover once again how cheap they are. About a euro, maximum two fro a ride trough the city. The crowd is pretty young and excited, so are we. guy at the wardrobe is a fucking asshole, i give him 100 and as i don't see my 50 change, i understand that he has no change and i need to wait, i give him an other 50 but never get my 100 back. Motherfucker. oups sorry did i just write that?? The The next lesson about Skopje is that it is a drug city. It is a trance night so of course there are drugs but I did not expect this many. Almost everybody takes something: mdma, ecstasy, amphetamine, speed, lsd... but it seems cocaine is to expensive. Tonight I am a little drunk and very excited to see Infected mushroom, the only trance band i really like, so i don't need any of this and off course you all know that it is not my type of drug. A bit later, i find Nicolas and Alberik who came from Pristina for the night. Nice to see them again!
Soon the show starts, distorted guitars, electric keyboard, crazy light show and the singers modified voice singing the classics of infected mushroom. Remembers me of the times i was biking over the hills of Sydney listening to my ipod. “I m the supervisor”. The crowd goes crazy, people dancing everywhere, jumping, turning, running... It is all over much to fast, but a good dj takes over and makes us dance for a couple more hours. As the show ends, we are all still up for more and try to find an after party. Impossible, so we head for a place Enes knows. We all expect an apartment and are surprised as we get into a strange internet cafe after a long taxi drive. The place smells like cigarettes and is pretty crowded (remember it is about 5 am) with people sitting in front of their screens. There are also a couple girls, young, maybe 19 sitting in the chairs, laid back. Unreal moment. What are we doing here?? Enes tells us there are rooms and we can go sit there... Hu?? we can rent a private room and site there... this just gets stranger. We don't real want this so we head to Aurelie's place. There i am confirmed what i know about Skopje. As Aurelie is sleeping next door, her young Macedonian friends (about 20) take an acid trip at 7 in the morning... Me and Nicola watch this unreal scene laughing and not really believing it. Soon i to go to sleep.

Spa sessions??

Waking up is not easy once again... The day kicks of with some coffee and some intense, long blog writing. After that we head off to Nenad‘s summer house in Vrnjaska Banja, small thermal city with a well known heeling spring. The setting is beautiful but the town a little touristic and crowded with people. Nicola, a friend of Nenad joins us for tonights carnival closing party. The town is full of people running around and we make our way through this semi chaos. The house is beautifully set on the top of a hill with view on the pool and the surrounding hills. We get in for sunset, have a nice pizza, a couple beers and check out the carnival. Kids are franticly running and screaming around the dancers. Music is switching from folk to pop through modern adaptations such as folky kill bill versions.

Nikola, Nenad and Jelen Pivo!

carnival curiosity...

We head back to the chalet were we drink a beer with the neighbors and I let everyone taste some of Milan‘s grand fathers Rakija. Its strong and good but would be even better a little fresher. Tonight there is a concert in the old towns amphitheater. We don't know it yet but we will get an incredible setting, a very well adapted laser light show and the blasting sounds of Roberto Rodriguez. But first we go to a somewhat fancy cafe bar were most men of our group and around us will spend most of their time hypnotized by on girls ass... Yes it was quite unique, even the girls around were staring at it and god knows what they were thinking about...
I wasn't to keen on more electronic music tonight despite of the delicious cocktails from the bar. But i still go along and hit the main party, after negotiating a group price, the surprise entering this arena was great. I m not sure if they could find a better place for such an event. As you get in, from the bottom of the half circle, you immediately feel the music through your body and the general atmosphere takes over any worries, you get into it right away.

Let the party begin! And it went on until late in the night... and so long for the healthy spring water, leave that to the old people :)

Sunrise

Sunrise on Belgrade after party :) Went out with Mina and Natasa, some more Splavs and excellent Drum n Bass. Sorry don't really have the will to write more now :)

Ona, a ne neka druga

This means something like she and not an other, it is one of Jeremies favorite places here and i will soon get to know why! After the begining of the day on Ada (previous post) we went watching an other football game with his colleges. Russia - Netherlands. Again i get to know why i m not a biog fan of football. Boring game. But at least we get to eat some nice burgers and salads.

We walk our way to Ona, get a small bottle of rakija and do what young people do on a saturday night: drink, talk, laugh...

View on the city old center from Sava banks.

Kusturica toilets

Beautiful Serbian music and girls!

This was the best night out so far, great people, great music. The band is playing among the crowd, everybody sings along and dances on the tables!

Dont ask, there is something between me and stairs that had to be settled, this time, i won!

Sunrise on Sava

Those beautiful pictures were taken in the early morning after a movemented Friday night in Belgrade. Until now, i have been enjoying caffes, kafanas and bars in Belgrade, time to see what the nightlife has to offer. After a relaxed day spent partly next to the lake on Ada, i Joined Milian and Ana, two couchsurfers. They are hosting Birna, a young girl from Island who thinks that she will travel until she has no more money and that then, a tourist buro will take care of sending her home :) sorry Birna but i had to say this :)
We watched the game, tasted Milians grandfathers Rakjia, one of the best i tried so far, had a couple beers and went to eat some chiche at the fast food next door. Those fast food are real fast and popular, they offer good burgers (Pljeskavica) and this one also has chich. Delicious, fast and cheap.
Later, around 3am, Milian takes us to the borders of Sava where numerous Splav (some sort of artificial floating islands arranged to be clubs) are sitting next to each others. We chose one, Freestyler, get in, get the most expensive beer i will ever drink in Belgrade... Yell at each other trying to have a conversation, basically do what you do in any trendy nightclub :)
When we leave to check out if the music is any better next doors, it is impossible to get in anywhere...
So we wonder around, hence the picture of some old militia buses...

Life in Podgorica

After chatting for a long while with Marko, the owner who is also working as a policeman, as a programmer and has opened a martial art school. I realise who hart i may be for people here to live, the programming job gives him 210 monthly €... so he has 3 other jobs... You might think life here is much much cheaper then in France or Switzerland but this is NOT true. Gas is almost the same price (maybe 10% difference), basic aliments like bread, flour, sugar or milk area little cheaper but only about 2 times...

After settling down in my room, taking a long awaited shower, i make my way to meet Maria, her boyfriend and Alain the Frenchmen surfing her couch. We have a great meal of cevapci, grilled meet, Kajmac (difficult to explain, it is like butter, but with a cheesy taste... it is made by boiling milk and taking the foam on top. Odlicno, Delicious), Ajvar (a paprika paste), some salad (Krupus of course, cabbage) and delicious fat fries! After that nice meal, we make our way to a jazz concert under a bridge.

Alain and Vuk (wolf in Sernian) drinkin beers and chillin the concert.

After that nice music, the music in the packed with hudge serbians (2m + and 120 kgs +...) night bars is a bit of a shock and i make my way to sleep. The next day is all walking around podgorica, getting to Marias flat, chillin, talking with Maria, Engel, Alain, the roommate Nelly, the student of Maria, Valdana. Some nice dinner, listening to the credence clearwater album i was offered, some more talking about politics, music etc...
Me and Alain have planned to trip a little together for the next days and go up north, to the Durmitor national park. So tomorrow we will start hitchhiking around 9 and try to get there by the evening. But know i am joining Vladana and her 2 friends for a couple beers in the city. Nice long and pleasant night out with those young people. The night will be short, tomorrow we are back on the road!

Kotor castles!

So that evening, Milian kindly made a detour from his route and droped me in Kotor where he introduced me to his friends. Since he had been driving since 3 this morning, he did not join us for a beer. His friends where very kind and welcoming, showing me the city, the places to be and explaining that here it is so small that everybody knows everybody. This might explain why the fancy dressed young girls looked a little perturbated by walking whith a stranger with a hudge backpack in the small streets of Kotor Stari grad (old town). So they might even have been some small talk about me :) I droped my bag in the car trunk and we go to one of them fancy bars. Expensiv drink, pop music, the girls love it, the guys decide to go and find something else: a pub with cheep beer and rock music :)

Around 1 am, my compagny has to go home, tomorrow is a working day. I take my bag and make a n attempt to get into the world famous (so i was told) "Maximus" nightclub ... As you could have expected this from a worldfamous club, they did not want to let me drop my bag at the cloakroom and i could not get a glance of the club and only got part of its banging electro sounds... A bit disapointed i made my way out of the old town finding a nice spot to sleep.

The Boka bay at 5 am. Early wakeup by some fisherman as usual when sleeping by the sea...

Walking up the Streets to the castle, not a soul up at this early time of the day!

The stairs along wich some brave venitian soldiars must have been defending the castle from the turks (i m guessing there, nobody was around to give me a history lesson but i know this castle was a Venitian forteress ...)The view on the bay from the top of the castle

Small Kotoran old town streets, rare delivery cars drive through theese streets in the mornings, you better not own a Hummer...

After last nights disapointment and the expensive price of nights here (100€ for hotel and no hostels...), i decide to make my way further... no idea where but away from here :)

Rijeka with Dejan

The next day, i call Dejan, we meet after his day of work and go to his bosses place. Toma lives in a great house with superb view on the Rijeka bay. He and his wife Lana are parents of two recently borne twins, Max and Lu. Together with Dejan, they build very special parts for ships. And Lana who is a design teacher, designs interiors. They have a company named design Lab, you should check it out Erik for your boat! I ll give you their details if you want! Anyway, Lana designed the interior of their home and it feels very warm. We have a great meal of fish, a specialty, a stew of different fish and seafood with polenta. Delicious.

I had such a great time i didn't think of taking pictures of any of this...

The next day, Friday, we go to Zorans birthday, a nice party by the sea, next to the stadium. Music, vine and people from all over the place, including from Lausanne. Zoran is a film maker, and a pretty crazy guy!

Happy birth day Zoran!

Zoran s crazy car at the end of the night, begining of day. Siting one the road playing songs. Great night!

Marche, Kayak et 2ans de George Best

Je commence par suivre les conseil de Jiga et fait un marche vers une tit hutte a 1h30.
Sur la route une salamandre fuit, j ai apris ensuite que les slovene font du schnaps a la salmandre. Il font couler le schnaps sur la salamandre qui secrette un poison halucinogene. Il parait qu avec ca, ben c'est garanti que les enteremetn de vie de garcon part en couille comme il se doit....
Apres un bon goulash a la cabane, je suis de retour a l'agence de Jiga et m'inscrit pour un tit rafraichisement course pour l'esquimo rolle (se retourne en Kayak). Easy je masterise la technique.
Direction George Best Pub/hostel qui fete ses 2 ans et offre un barbeuc royal. Encore mieux que le mien, sisi... La biere, le whisky et le JaegiBull coule a flot... C'est un truc pour toi gunther ca, Jaeggermeister red bull.... La soire se fini tellement tard que plus personne peut m'indiquer ou est mon lit, je dors quelque heure sur un banc a cote du patron qui ronfle comme un ours.

16.05.2008 : 981

Mmm meme pas trouve de titre original pour ajourd'hui.... 981 c'est apprioxamitivement le nombre de miles que j'ai parcourues jusque la.
Jusque la j'ai passe la jourenee a ecrire tout ce que vous avez lu, alors j'espere que ca vous plait!!
Ca suffit, j vais fait un tour dehors, grimper un peu, acheter un bon sac de couchage et me diriger vers le nord est pour randonner un peu dans les alpes slovenes.

Bises a vous tous, vous me manquer deja (un peu)

Je complete ce post, la journee s'est fini par un achat de bon duvet en plum d'oie filling 600 pour les conaiseurs, j devrai plus jamais avoir froid avec ca. Ensuit, depart pour Bled!! La ville au nom si prometeur :)

Easy le stop, une miss super sympas ma aborde a l'arret de bus pour m explique ou il faut aller et puis j'ai pas attendu 20 minute que 2 jeunes s'arrete. Ca me change du camioneur si peu locasse (ca me revien il a meme pas me dire quel sont les plat traditionelles...). Eux bosse dans les sport extrem, encore... Ce coup ci, dans la chute libre, il film le saut en tandeme des touristes. Il m'emenent au centre pour boir une biere. Je rencontre un de leur pote, Jure, un type un peu dingue qui faisait du hokey et va maintenant partout en velo (y compris en italy pour matter le Giro). On parle de Thailand et de voyage, pour lui c'est l'echapatoire de sa vie de tout les jours. Il me propose de m'heberger, j'accepte. Superbe apart tout neuf, beaucoup de gout le mec. On bois encore un tit schnaps de sa grand mere en mattant la demi final de hokey.

Bled. (encore un chateau bordel)

J'ai depase les 1000 miles hehe!

Ljubljana, un chateau de plus

Debout, depart avec Nikki et Patrick, les deux qui m'enmenent a Graz (Lena remercie les un coup pour moi!). Arrive sur une aire d'autoroute pres de Graz j'ecrit Rijeka sur mon carton et attant, peu de voiture passe et personne me prend. Un voiture immatricule Rijeka passe sans tourne la tete. Une bonne heur plus tard un camioneur slovene m'embarque.
Un chique type tres simple qui m'expliquera a quel point le metier de camioneur crain; en tt cas en slovenie. Des longues routes, des periode de 20j loin de chez soit et comme recompense un maigre salaire et 3 semaines de vacance tout les 4 mois (pas enorme apers avoir bosse tout les jours pendant 4 mois...). Il a ete partout en europe, dans toutes les grandes ville mais ne connais a chauqe fois que la yone industrielle et le lit de son camion... Il avais un drole de rire un peu aigu et etouffe, pas de femme ou d'enfants...
Sur la route, devant la beaute du paysage, du vert parout, des colines parcouru par de petites routes et riviers, semees de maisons; je decide de rester un soir a Ljubljana. Arrive a la ville je passe par le touriste info de la gare, une jeunen fille gere convaincu de son travail mais tres profesionel m'explique ou se trouve un bonne auberge de jeunesse et qu'elle coute toute 20 euro la nuit... Decu je ne resterai qu'un soir ici en plus ca m'as pas fait un impresion extra jusque la. Je lu idemande comment sont les differents quartier de la ville, elle me dis ou sont les touristes, ou est le coin alternatif, le mur de grimpe, l'auberge, le chateau, les parc etc... Je lui demand ce qui se passe ce soir, elle me sort le program... MC Brother Culture!! yes! bamboule j'ai bien fait de passe par ici, j'a gagne ma journee.
Direction l'auberge en pasant par le tres beau parc Tivoli avec une expo de Yann Arthus Bertrand, les photos (pas les sienne ce coup ci) de different animaux superbe et surprenantes.
L'auberge et tres class et confortable ils ont vraiment du gout ces Slovenes. Ma coloque est une allemand dont j'ai oublie le nom. On mange un pizza avec une bonne biere slovene dans un bar passant du bon son e parlant de choix de vie, de l'importance du present mais aussi de certain plan pour le futur, d'art, de normalite etc... Puis direction le quartier alternatif, le squatt est juste renversant. Metelkova est plein de petit club c'est peu comme artamis, le soin et les galerie d'art en plus. La biere coule a flot et on rencontre des slovenes assez marrant dont un chante haut et fort des chant coco et Jougoslave.... J'aprend que les Flying Donuts passe aussi ce soir... oblige de choisir, j'opte pour Brother Culture (desole Greg). On se dirige donc ensuit vers le club pour voir Brother Culture, l'allemande decide de pas venir et de renter. J'enchaine sur une superbe fin soiree, il passe Ing et herbaliste et mouilt autre pure thunes.


Voila je suis vanne, journee hyper remplie une fois de plus!

Vienne dans une caravanne lundi soir

Voila je suis tout seul snifff...

Vu que j'ai plus les clefs de l'appart, je suis l'invite de Lena a la Wagenbourg Wien. Encore une assos terrible qui se bouge et fait plein de truc, manif, soundsystem mobil, petit concert et peut etre un petit festival prevu bientot.

Tout les Lundi c'est journee porte ouverte, differentes personnes de different milieux et ages viennent boir un pot et discuter jusque tard dans la nuit au son de seeed, ALIF soudsystem et autre bon sons dont j'ingnore l'origine. Y' aussi les pyromant qui se font un tit feux sur le bar, le jongleur qui t'explique que tu peut fair des superbe balle de jonglage avec de la farine et des ballons de bodruch: tu remplis le premeir ballon de farine, tu tasse bien et ensuite tu envelope ce premier ballon dans un autre, tu coupe le bout qui depasse et tu fait ca 4 5 fois pour avoir un truc bien solide :) easy.

Quelque mots sur le spot, Une 15aine de caravanes, des tit chiens, des gros chien. Une bonne organisation, de l'eau courante, des douches, des toilettes, une cuisine comune, un enclos pour les chiens avec un portail fait maison arborant une sculpture d-arignee matalic qui crache du feu faite par Rico Mais surtout une 15 d'occupants permanants aux occupation diverses: mecanos, ebeniste, physiciene etc... Des occupant au grand coeur, pres a acceuilir nimporte qui, et dont les mot d'ordre sont autogestion, tolerance, respect. J'ai dormis dans l'ancinene caravane de Lena, une remorque old school, celle en forme d'oeuf. Petit spot tranquile et chaleureux, comme mes hotes.

2 tites roulottes, moi j avais la blanche un peu deriere sur le gauche

Le partail avec l'arignee!

Wien Stadt der begabten II.

Un autre surdoue de Vienne, Mr Hunderdwasser. Architecte un peu philosophe, dans un mouvement contraire, original, il met du vert (du vrai vert, des arbres quoi) et des couleurs dans ses batiments. Des forme un peu moins geometrique et plus arondies.

Et la nouvelle generation de surdouees aussi s'affaire, nottament lors de bonne rigolade avec les jeunes etudiants dans les maison d'etudiant et avec les arrache du coin (on a rencontre un cuisto, lui par contre est completement illegal, mais tout aussi arrache que vous autre). Mais surtout dans une assos completement alternative de vienne> I:DA Idee directe Action un lieu ou Lena (qui te salue Gus d'ailleur) et ses potes s'affairent a creer un lieu alternatif pour la culture, l'information et une vie en societe differente, reele en fait. Superbe concert du Goat Orchestra, Marcel je leur ai filer le contact de sat, tout comme aux Yopla Guys d'ailleur :) Bon on a fini arraches et avec du chocolat partout.

Mmmm une fontaine de chocolat, c est bon mais ca tache....

Chuche tour 2eme etape!

A les filles d'alsace! Merci Arno pour le pur weekend par chez toi, merci au Yopla Guys pour la soiree fantastique et a Francois Stoll pour son bon pinard.

Suberbe tour dans les forets du haut du bled avec Ju et Foin, l'autre jedi n'ayant pas eu le courage a la hauteur de sa reputation. Hein Moum! Fait gaffe, bientot la maison, le chien, les enfants et t'auras plus le droit de venir nous voir. C'etait vraiment sympas de vous voir vous autres Gays (bien que certain soit passe de jedi chucheur a padaone chucheur).

Un dernier petit gout de Lausanne et la premiere etape du Dédé chuche tour...

La vue du parc de Milan, Lausanne 2eme ville avec le plus de parc apres Geneve ;)

Bon j ai pas de fotos de la soiree de depart mais de toute maniere ca serai censure... A ben si, Judith en a trouver 2 qui sont corectes hehe.En tout cas, je peut dire que ca m as fait super plaisir de vous voir et que j'ai passe une superbe soiree. Bon j ai pas tenu jusqu'au bout d'accord mais pendand 14h quand meme.

Le mur dedier au cult de dede et niko

une belle brochette de gens courant apres les derniers rayons de soleil

LAPIN!!!

Un autre genre de lapins...

Gros bec