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On the road for ... 1 year, 8 months and 14 days
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Next stage : SPAIN - March 2008
On Mars 15th, 1997, after skydiving with friends on the Moulin Blanc beach in Brest, I took my bike "Magic. 24044kms and 333 days later, I came back to my starting point. The earth is actualy round and magnificient. But it is fragile tto. It is not dangerous, it's the unknown that implies fear. I was specially touched by the russian welcome all over this huge Siberia. This name means goulag and sadness for us in the west but it means a real pleasure for me.
9 years left for this trip but I never forget. There is life before and life after. Every time I see a globe, I wonder how it can be so
small I can go round the world by bike.
Magic is impatient to set off again, it is now decided : we leave again on june, the 10th! It will be ready, so I will. We are A nous les grands espaces, le vent, le soleil, la pluie, sans savoir le matin où nous serons le soir. We are going to ride on this planet without a sound, proud of our wanderer's way of life.
y bodyguard. I was telling myself while climbing 15% narrow streets I would love to live in a favella (so stupid this Poupou!). There is a very particular atmosphere full of good mood and spontaneity, lots of people who do small jobs, people cry, move, laugh, and argue each other! I could have stopped 20 times to tell my story and to be taken on pictures. I did not have at all the feeling of poverty like in 
ters high and 28 meters wide. When we see his face, we do not think anymore of a base-jumper, he is watching the city with lots of compassion and tenderness and seems to say : No worries, I am looking after you !
hour to wait for a quiet moment looking for Promise Earth on the other side, with heart beating a lot. In that kind of moment, you would love to be Bobsleigh Champions to manage to do it in 3 seconds, you tell yourself it is too stupid to put your life at risk and you want to give it up. And then suddenly a 300 meters « hole » in the traffic and without thinking a second, you go ahead in front of trucks tooting. Once on the other side, your nerves crack.
People try to keep large corridors between jungle territories.
While riding further north from 
happy to have a bag in the back to protect my left leg... Because it is hot, glasses were put down and people are talking each other at red lights: Where do you come from? Where do you go? Are you Italian? (or American, German … but never French!). 
Waves of immigrants have come from everywhere, city had only 600000 inhabitants in 1920, thus 30 times less than today! A special hotel at arrival could welcome up to 10000 people. Tomorrow, I ride to 
I have just arrived in 
e met an amazing guy. Mario Calle is a Columbian and lives in 
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