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On the road for ... 1 year, 8 months and 14 days

 

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                Next stage : SPAIN - March 2008  

Current Position : Béni-Mellal, sky-diving in Morocco

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.

Lundi 7 janvier 2008 1 07 /01 /Jan /2008 22:03

 

IMG-1080.JPGMagic has its arm plastered but it should be stronger than it used to be! Thanks Alain for working till 2 am the other for the bicycle to be sent asap. I’ve improved in mechanics, now I know what is a “tige filtee de 8 mm” (sorry I didn’t find in the dictionary how to translate this) … It reminds me of work: it is always in transmission of information that lies problems!

 

Everybody in the hotel and the small street were waiting for the piece to arrive, not for me to leave asap …everybody asked each other “ca va?” (How are you ?) and is ready to chat, the dogs know me and follow my way when I go for groceries.

 

At night, we meet, always the same, in the restaurant of Aisha, she decides on what you will eat and it can be nothing if she’s tired. We talked till late, Ibrahim (in the middle, second rank) is very acknowledgeable in history. It’s a bit strange to hear French here, if a see a white person around during the day (he has a strange look this one!), it is the maximum and I realize I’m white myself. The official language of the country is French but everybody talks “Wolof” as well. IMG-1078.JPG

 

Only the main road is tarred on, only sand and dust for the other streets with the old taxis (usually only 2 screw nuts out of 4) and small horse-carts.

 

Looking forward anyway to cycle again tomorrow, is 370 km ahead, Occidental Sahara 1200 km away and Morocco 2000 km away.

 

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