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Divine surprise (Village Voice, 26/01 / 2011)

Was he the first that most Parisian of Handel's Julius Caesar, at the Palais Garnier, January 17? A bunch of ministers, pundits, figures of letters, publishing, media, came close ranks to confront the hydra. Under cover of diplomatic smiles, despite their flourishing rosette, each one had in the iris same fear: "Julius Caesar? Four hours and ten show? What are we going s'emm ... "At the time of greetings, unanimously passed a much different under the paneling. "I can not believe I am not asleep. "It's strange, I thought it was beautiful ..." "Me too! I even laughed, it's unbelievable! "Does this mean that the tunnels Handelian became bearable? Let's not far. But the staging by Laurent Pelly - Harlequin, light and tightrope walker - has increased the chore like a finger of orangeade blurs bromide. Sure, some were offended händelolâtres they dare disturb their holy boredom, because depression has always minions. For the rest, the Pelly method is infallible. Offer him some of scenograph our political debates, the ceremony of the Caesars, the Easter Mass, the parade of November 11-well, they look!

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Phnom Penh, the capital city of 2 million inhabitants! Well it feels ... After Hanoi and Saigon cities halluciant traffic and heavily polluted, Phnom Penh, she is calm, quiet, nice. Traffic is very dilute, no horns ... In short we do not feel in a capital city. With regard to architecture, as has Kampot, found the colonial french, cute and also the temple architecture has very specific binding worship Hindu and Buddhist ... In short I 'm in love.

I stay on Lake Side, a neighborhood backpacker in ship recycling. The guest house where I wanted to stay is in rubble, so I turned on her neighbor standing (even for one month, according to new guidelines from the city). The place is idyllic, a terrace with views of the lake has been made in the guest Empac Demolli. The location is perfect for watching the sunset!

I found the low-Sam, one of french with whom I spent the holidays. The reunions are very lucky. It is precisely by being on the terrace in the evening of my arrival, discussing with backpacker I hear "Cecilia!". The most surprising thing is that I should not be in Phnom Penh before 2 days (Bokor requires) and it was to be still in the Mekong Delta. M'enfin, so we spend three days here together to discover the city's royal palace, with a sublime mural all the way around the main temple, the "killing field" or camp or S21 Khmer Rouge executed thousands of people, impressive (no photo, sorry) and we discover even the Khmer cinema. Well we did not expect was the great film and although we got for our money. It was, shall we say, fun! The movies that we did find a room so that a film. And we fell on a horror movie. The suspense is really laughable as the special effects ... M'enfin is an experience ... Exclusively, the poster (if you find it on the net Rodge, enjoy good by cons ... I do not know the title).

I leave Phnom Penh alone, Sam along the north-east and Siem Reap and Battambang and me doing the opposite.

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Kampot and Kep: Arrival in Cambodia Phu Quoc

Here it is Vietnam c is over! Again I leave the country backwards ... But I know that many other beauties awaiting me and meetings ... Starting
Phu Quoc, the bike has embarcadaire taking me, I'm sorry. I go into great places that I have not even explored n! I definitely still on my hunger on this island ... good but the Hornets well chilled me anyway ... So here I am
Kampot, I not give the details of the transition boundary, really easy, no worries.
Kampot, downtown has French colonial architecture, charming! The market is impressive (2nd photo): it is a "court" under tarpaulin interior surrounded by buildings or simple everything what you want, it goes to the jewelry, fish, through the dishes.

is a quiet town with a multitude of grotttes and caves nearby. I visit some with child-guides who speak English bluffing. In one of her (Jeje is for you!), We find stalactites form such that when tapped with a stone, a note resounds ... One of the children played relatively well (the video does not pass on the blog, shame). Then they took me to see a lake nearby.

I finished the day with a game of petanque (the colonization of the good times. .. lol) with children ... they are very strong, a little 9-year moving from one tile to tile, really awesome!

I had originally planned to go and stroll in Bokor National Park is 40km, but impossible to go on my own (supposedly, it's actually what they say to force the tourists to take a "tower"), and the agencies offer a tour for $ 22, no negotiation possible, so it will be without me.
I'm leaving myself a stroll Kep, a seaside town 20km from the. Very quiet again, with a magnificent beach and especially endless rows of hammocks ...

Ah yes, I feel compelled to share with you ca ... In Cambodia, they Alain Delon cigarettes! manufactured in France and more ...

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Nostalgia lie (Village Voice, January 19, 2011)

They may say, in vain, nothing beats the sales pitch. The French love chatters, jugglers, merchants of soup. The surprise success of the documentary President Yves Jeuland and major commemorations show how France mitterrand tastes even liars. On the one hand, cold cynicism of "Uncle" to the other, swaggering logorrhea Georges Freche: two schools elevated to the falsity of Fine Arts, as Jean-Leon Jerome (more than a few days at the Orsay Museum ) gave history a stylized vision, perfectly distorted but deliciously seductive. Sell the dream, you will fly our hearts promise of wind, you will possess our souls. Witness the success of movies and Carlos Mesrine: they were thieves or murderers matter because they had the seductive villain. And if the public does not necessarily endorse the package of gangsters he admires, he always give them the benefit of the charm and the thrill of adventure. "What a villain! "Yes, but what fictional character! In France, fiction excuses everything. Be romantic, you'll have all the rights ... and all the voices.

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We're off, Fabrizio, Greg and me in Phu Quoc, a small paradise island in southern Vietnam. Unfortunately, we spent a lot of time to search a bungalow ... In vain, in addition, requires high season! So we knocked on a hotel room in town, which throws a lot less anyway!

Of the 3 days spent here with the guys we've met a lot of local fishermen, etc. ... and had a drink with everyone, sometimes too ... This island is really beautiful whatever level beaches, forest and local life!

Unfortunately the island, she loves me not! I've had all the miseries of the world there! It started with a fall motorcycle ... good some scratches, but nice (we do not see the picture but I also scratched his foot on the coral)!

And then it's worth it I developed! Then, after the departure of the guys, I have met Lola and Elima, two french vacation for a month here (the father of Lola runs a restaurant on the island).

We leave quietly make a day motorbike in the northern island: road agreeable, beautiful weather, walking in the forest, magnificent meal at a resort (a little touristy but private beach, so good) and moving to another deserted beach, we passed a fiddle essein Hornets !!!!!

The kids were dropping the essein and our theory says that the noise of motorcycles has directed them on us! They are picking on us, well mostly Lola and me! They begin to bite and in a panic, the error j confess, I started to shout and Acceleration (I still do not understand how I did it not to fall motorcycle for that matter). Lola has done the same, c is in my view why we are the only ones affected. We were 6 to 4 bikes. A Vietnamese, it took three bites, Lola and me fifteen at last count 28!

s So the chase is over a few hundred meters after, in a village, I have thrown my bike and ran to the people and that they m help to rid myself of 3 Hornets remains on me (my Lola confesses later that she was put s really panicked when she saw the cloud of hornets to attack me in the back).
Once the dust settles, Lola want to go panicky al hospital (she knows she is allergic to bees), accommodation, very friendly, we cover the bites of essential oils and ice and not end up taking us to the nearest clinic. The, the pain reaches its paroxysm, it s my turn to make my panic attack. No I never had experienced pain as sharp! My back was burning and my neck, my ears and arms (or they biensur picnic, oh yes and they even bite through clothing also, the time ...). So panic at the clinic, the "survivors" are involved in dialogue with the doctor, call a taxi (faster that an ambulance) and try to calm us down. The taxi finally arrived (after 3 good quarters of an hour), the, bad road requires every bump hurts me, 1 hour drive!
At the hospital, we find the father of Lola and her friend (Vietnamese, which greatly facilitates the communication). After 15 minutes to find the doctors, we were lying in a room with 10 beds. It must still wait. They end up making us injections and blood tests. The pain fades gently, very gently. Al hospital after five hours, we ask to go home (we had finished a 2 in the same bed without a pillow, with other patients and their family symbol), one is even better when in a bungalow! We go back, go to the pharmacy take 3 days of Medoc and Lola has the great kindness to share his bungalow with me (I slept for 2 nights in a hammock under a mosquito net in a guest house nearby). The next day, pain, burning sensation finally gave way to body aches, can not turn your head for 2 days and then they slowly faded and, after 5 days, start to itch like bites ever. Overall I consider myself lucky! For one, because I wasn t alone when C arrived (well you can always say, AC would not have happened if t had been alone ... but good), two, I had the chance to make my recovery with someone understood my pain and more and with whom I got along wonderfully!
Here are the pictures, oh yes they had me as the eye picks dirt ... strangely, I never suffered, and finally compares the back, neck and arms ... (First picture at the clinic, looking at the right shoulder. 6th picture, I've finally got my revenge in the bungalow, 3 days after! And 7th, place of convalescence)

After 2 days, feeling better, we made the best dishes of the restaurant Lola's father: tray of seafood on the barbecue (a cry) and chocolate fondue ( with fruit from here, I do not even tell you) ... must be of comfort!