Today, a year ago I left for this trip. A year since I left my apartment, distributed my business, my furniture and my shirts. A year since I became head of Cairo to reach Hong Kong via road and sea I did not give up until the passage of the chain of Karakorum, I came to Varanasi by road. I ended my trip by arriving in Hong Kong but did not achieve what was the purpose of finding a job.
I had four steps that I did not want to miss arrive in Djibouti by the craziest train, cross the Red Sea by dhow from Djibouti Moka to see Esfahan, and cross the Karakorum. I have and I'm proud!
I regret not to have climbed the mountains of Ethiopia Siemens, not to be going to Socotra, not having seen the Taj Mahal, having too little seen in India, and not having finished my travel by road. I regret not staying longer in the unique places that the modern world does not change or slightly among the nomads of the desert tribes in the Omo Valley, in Kalache or in some Indian temples.
I am often asked if this trip has changed me. I do not know. I know it's hard to tell.
eight months on the road with slow means of locomotion, time stops and the mind starts to dream, change takes time. Glare, surprise, boredom, curiosity, excitement, fear, sadness, anxiety, joy, tenderness, fatigue, satisfaction, loneliness and boredom are part of a such a trip. Meetings are numerous, sometimes very short times longer. The diversity of people, cultures and landscapes is incredible. It also crosses the poverty, misery and excessive wealth. So all this, we are observers, we cross the world is believed to touch but it touches.
So what remains he? Changes there? We know each other better? Difficult questions!
When I remember I left, images of these countries, the fruits of my imagination and my reading, this project seemed a bit crazy. I was not of course be equal. I was scared and I existed.
The departure is not to be the most powerful moment. I think it is in this act is the chief. Being able to leave everything, go with a backpack on the world's roads.
Once gone, you enter another world, one of the passenger, especially when you go into these little tourist country. The reality is quite different. Freedom is great but new constraints appear, anxieties have other sources, perhaps the loneliness or the appearance of schizophrenic perpetual journey. The mind is entirely open to diversity. You end up not compare what we see with its origins, but with what precedes. We absorb the difference without noticing. We must make an effort to imagine coming directly from Paris into one of these places to measure the originality.
time also lost his bearings, he stretches, stretches. It feels to pass, it looks even. The space expands, grows his own world.
We must return to find that it has changed his view of his own universe. This is not a change in his own personality but rather in its repository aesthetic, moral and cultural.
I do not think more freely than before, my love for my family and my friendships remained intact, my country is the south.
I do not know more than before what I make in my life I have left. But what does "make something of his life"? I understand that only the work and social position are only in life insurance but are not goals, I knew before leaving.
I also know that the journey can be a life form, we do not build anything, but cons, his drinking as soon as you miss the daily life reasserts itself.
After a year without address and without constraint, I find myself wanting to ask me to build or create something. But what? Unfortunately I have no answer!
cons I know, I had a chance to make this trip to meet all these people who shared a piece of my way, helped me or greeted. I am full of rich memories. I often find myself dreaming of a place or a face seen on the distant roads in that other life.
This trip is inked in my mind, like a dream!
towers architect glass soar above the sea Behind the rise buildings stand against each other in the narrow streets of Hong Kong, they are strangely thin, most are ugly, sort of HLM. The population density makes it an extremely lively city of morning until the end of the night. Here 
Signs Chinese mingle with the most famous Western brands. 
nts bamboo scaffolding hooks to skyscrapers is certainly the one that best characterizes this city, a blend of modernity and remains traditions. 
bones to lose their wages. Macao surpassed Las Vegas in terms of turnover, the Casinos are popping up like mushrooms. The Portuguese city disappears gradually exception of a few streets untouched by the developers but the Portuguese is an official language and cuisine and wine have also resisted green. There is undoubtedly a reign Latin flavor. 
Hong Kong's beaches are 10 minutes from downtown on the south side of the island. It is one of the few cities in the world where one meets in the subway surfers after a day on the waves of Big Waves bay, beach pretentious name. 
oduct everything from Oktoberfest with Bavarian or Chinese parties and his Scottish kilt and the Chinese playing the bagpipes, amazing! But gradually we feel about a culture of their own, the Hong Kong cinema is proof. 
My Grandmother passed away a few days after my return. Unfortunately I have not reviewed. She left with her memories and secrets. 
There are times where meetings will be decisive for your decisions. 8 kilos lighter after a week of violent turista, determined to leave for Kathmandu to renew my Indian visa despite my fatigue, my bus ticket in hand, I meet a tourist counter at my hotel in Varanasi. Briefly, it will bring down the weak motivation I had left: "You're crazy, the road is very dangerous in dry weather, but there with showers is madness. In addition you for 48 hours under your fitness gonna be a hell, I strongly advise you to fly. "It took me no more, to pause in my journey, fly to Kathmandu but not for the beaches of Thailand, determined to get fit and to leave the violent humid heat of India. The impossibility of crossing the border or the sea to Thailand from India was the last excuse for this neglect. 
. Everything is simple, I stop at a travel agency, a few hours later, I'll be in Kho Tao. From Bangkok, I was stick a pin on my T-shirt, and from there I was transferred to Kho Samui airport to a bus, then a boat to reach this small island in the Gulf of Siam. Barely any native, I find myself with tourists, I feel full shift. Kho Tao 
ais m still quite beautiful. 
I rest, eat 5 meals a day to try to gain weight, without success. I started climbing, favorite sport tourists from Railay. Apart from some Palestinian friends, I can no longer enjoy this trip. I feel tired and listless to leave. After much hesitation, I finally give up and take a trip to Hoing Kong. But it was in France that I finally arrived. 
