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A Y'est je suis enfin arrive en Chine! Apres des dizaines d'heures passees dans des bus de nuit, minivan, truc machin avec un moteur et des roues sense etre un bus de montagne, j'ai voyage depuis Jinhong dans le sud sud vers la province de Yunyang au coeur des risieres en terrasse.
L'endroit etait des plus depaysant considere que j'etais alors le seul blanc de cette petite bourgade et donc le seul a ne pas parler chinois. Contrairement a l'asie du sud-ouest personne ne parle anglais ici et c'est a coup de mime aggremente d'effets sonore que j'ai pus successivement me procurer une pommade anti-moustique, une douche avec eau chaude et des cotes de porcs (je vous laisse imaginer la scene, me designant les cotes en couinant comme un gorret...).
Depuis 2 jours je suis a Kumming, la capitale du Yunnan, perchee a 1800 metre d'altitude: une sorte de grosse ville bien chinoise, assez moche, tres moderne et l'endroit le plus capitaliste visite jusqu'ici. Une vieille ville demolie et reconstruite en faut vieux, bien Disney, bien kitsch.
Mon visa pour le vietnam en poche, je quitterai Kumming demain, destination Dali, ville antique majestueuse sur la route menant au Tibet.
Au moins on risque pas de crever de soif...
Beer Laos mon ami!
Le parcours avec ses petits ponts, lacs, forets, bunker, tout
les elements qui attire mes balles irremediablement...
Mon caddy, obligatoire; meme en me conseillant les clubs
et la trajectoire, j'arrivais quand meme a les envoyer
a babeloued!
Le resultat de cette arnarchie... explication: 35 degres a l'ombre,
suant comme un boeuf, des nuages de moustiques
(haaa si j'avais eu mon Jam Boy hein Stephane?), Pas de gants,
en tongues (ta mere en tongues au golf), clubs immitation Mizuno
(Pas mal, mais tres lourd), resultat: meilleur score, un triple boogey
(trou no 6, le score etant efface par des larmes de joies)!
Ferry to cross the Mekong to Champassak.
Wat Phou, Pre-Angkorian temple in Champassak.
Or the reason why I couldn't write anything about Laos so far.Nearly a month in Laos and no post or pics about it. The reason is quiet simple: very slow pace + lots of home brewed Lao lao + laziness = no blog.Laos is one of this strange country quiet difficult to understand. Total communist state which start very slowly to embrass the capitalism way of living, like some kind of Chinese lazy cousin, make it simple to travel around. I started 3 weeks ago in Don Det one of the 4000 island far south. After 4 days swinging in my riverside bungalow hammock, rafting, reading, drinking fruit shakes and listening to reggae music, I had to move further north or I would have ended as a pot head hippie. I moved to Champasak for a few days, beautiful province on the Mekong river far from the backpapers scene. One pre-angkorian temple, cycling trough the rice fields and talking shit with the locals and the few fellow tourists around a bottle of Lao lao is pretty much the only thing to do there.My next stop was in Savannakhet. Badly rated by Lonelyplanet (as always), this small very quiet city on the mekong bank happended to be one of my niciest discovery. Incredibly friendly people, I met the designer of a local newspaper which get me to teach him a little bit of english and giving some flash encoding tips. Of course all that ended on the riverside bars drinking Beer Lao and eating chicken feet (which are revolting by the way.). The following day 3 israeliens and I left the city for a 2 day trek in the jungle and locals villages. Again we met lots of extremely nice peoples, playing cards, visiting and teaching a little in the village school, and of course sharing some lao lao.1 week spent in Ventiane mainly to wait for my chinese visa. Not the best capital in the world, Ventiane need a lot of effort to be enjoyed. In the end, after swimming in some fancy hotel's swimming pool, partying with a bunch of expats, enjoying a contempory percussion gig, swinging some clubs at the driving range and playing golf, I must admit that I loved Ventiane.Vangvien, just the crasiest place in southeast asia! Another week spent there between rough drinking session and chilled out movies watching afternoons. Beside its amazing surroundings, limestone peaks, lagoon and caves, the main reason to go to Vangvien is tubing. You stick or ass on a truck tire and let yourself floating down the river, stopping as many time as your liver let you, at bars flanked on the riverside. Rope swinging, flying fox, mud volleyball, all that in an extreme state of drunkness make tubing the funniest thing to do in Laos.I arrived yesterday in Luang Prabang, Laos most beautiful city. Its pretty indeed, to pretty. Locals want only one thing from you: your cash.Tourist scams due to the high level of upper class tourists, very unfriendly staffs, make this city look more like disneyland than the real Laos. I'll try to leave this place as soon as possible. Next stop: Nongkiew...by boat.
