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100 days already

100 days already!

I through 10 countries, some at a run some more slowly and traveled over 11,000 kilometers. I slept in hovels and luxury hotels. I eat everything I was proposing in the stalls at the roadside or in the souks and never be sick. I travel in old and dirty trains, in buses and ramshackle wooden boats, but also in luxury trains, buses modern I have always been welcomed by fellow travelers.
I have so many email addresses I forget that sometimes the owners.

I prison in Lake Nasser, the Red Sea, Arabian Sea and the Persian Gulf. I crossed the Red Sea and the Strait of Hormuz. I saw the source of the Nile.

I crossed deserts and mountains of 4500m high and vast plains. I saw people or women hiding derrriere black veils, I saw women walking naked. I saw very poor people, other oppulants too little.

I saw the most beautiful women in Ethiopia and the most beautiful eyes in Yemen. I hate Pizza Hut and Oman, Dubai madness amuses me. The Iranians by their modernity surpirs me behind the mask of Islam.

I saw the splendours made of human hands, the pyranides of Egypt and the temples of Karnak and Abu Simbel, the churches of Ethiopia, carved terraced mountains of Yemen and their villages perch, pisa skyscrapers in Hadramout and the skyscrapers of Dubai, I saw the sublime and beautiful Samarkand Isfahan. I've seen horrors built by man, or rather by the desire of some men megalomaniac almighty.

I saw unforgettable deserts, white sand dunes of Egypt and Sudan. I always loved the people who lived there.

I saw beautiful scenery in Ethiopia, wild animals and men free and proud.

I pass by people not happy, others sad and alone, having lost their families, illness or an earthquake. I saw children laughing and begging others in a violent rain with a plastic bag for an umbrella. I saw the carnage of the disease disappeared from us.

I saw women working tirelessly in all countries. Be happy ladies live in our Western countries.

I saw people with skin colors and different customs, all proud of what they were. All welcomed me with kindness, all helped me when I needed it.

I was drunk the vodka Uzbek to alcohol and to Ethiopian honey cocktails from Dubai, I'm drunk qat from Ethiopia and Yemen. But I have not tasted opium from Iran.

100 days is too long. My family and I miss my friends. The beers on Friday night between pots, patios de Paris, springtime in the south, diners at home, lunch at Gregoire, aperitifs made good wines and kemia of JM & MC, meals at Jean and Brigitte, the mediterranean sea, its light and easy living.

Thanks to those who leave me messages on this blog, Christilla, Isabelle, Alice and Malthilde and all others.

I continue my journey motivates and always curious what I discover and the people I meet. Tashkent has a few more days and I go in the direction of the Himalayas! In addition I do not go alone, I make some friends ...

I will prefer the those ...