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    <title>Another beginning of the week at St Idesbald &#x2014; Koksijde, West Flanders, Belgium</title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 12:09:18 -0400</pubDate>
    <description>Return to Brussels</description>
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        <b>Koksijde, West Flanders, Belgium</b><br /><br />Yeah... Killian wants it, Killian gets it. Life's easy sometimes. We're back on the road to go the seaside. I arrived quite late around 4 pm, so we just have a lazy afternoon with Alexis, Sabine and Jee. The couple is going away the same night, so we went to restaurant together. Killian played again with cuis-tax. We had a beautiful thunderstorm to watch and I took many pictures of the approaching threathening dark clouds. It looked like the Apocalypse Knights would come along soon. Thunder was far away still, and never came in nearby. We just watched the dark dark skies and the flashing lightning.<br><br>Next day, I went to the beach after a lazy breakfast at a lunchtime hour. I played ball with Killian. I figured out I should try some aikido moves and falls and I ended up with a lumbago... meaning broken back muscles. I couldn't move almost. My muscles were contracted like hell, and even laughing was painful (I had to hear the silly jokes of Jee that is why...). Standing or lying was the only option, whilst sitting was a nightmare unless many pillows were stuck under my  back. I had a doctor check up to verify that I had nothing broken, but it seemed not. I just had to wait until it goes away. I had the belgian treatment, I stay on a terrace all afternoon drinking beer while Killian was playing with cuis-tax. All the plans of hiring a cuistax myself or of nice bicyle rides in the sand dunes were revoked. <br>At night I watched Aniki, a movie about Yakuza imported in the states with another belgian beer to relax a little bit. I'm lucky I could find a decent position to sleep and made it till the next morning.<br><br>I started to worry for Friday party and my evenings till then! I kind of planned to do some climbing and maybe some more skating, and a big dancing party Friday night. The next day I was ok enough to sit and drive my car back to Brussels, so I did. My mother caught me soon for an acupuncture session. Like a needle pillow ...pin pin pin ... on my back and some in the back side of my knees ...ooohoooh and also with some electric current. "Stop me when you feel 'vrrrr' she said turning up the amperage". Nice nice. As I was lying, I had that kind of Pavlov reaction that for me triggers sleep when I'm lying so I dozed a while. My mother didn't even forgot me, which means she was a little bit worried, and after 20 min she removed the needles. Well anyway, this worked just fine! I started planning my evening and walking around. I went to see my cousin in Genval around 9 pm, and we had quite a nice chat. Then my sister arrived from France around 11 pm, so I stayed and chatted some more with her.<br><br>Not such an interesting beginning of the week in terms of adventures. The most beautiful pictures are from the dark clouds.<br />
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    <title>Another lazy Sunday &#x2014; Waterloo, Brabant Wallon, Belgium</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 18:06:08 -0400</pubDate>
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        <b>Waterloo, Brabant Wallon, Belgium</b><br /><br />I went to sleep around 5.45 am that day, so I tried to forced myself to sleep past 10.30 am when I first opened my eyes. Killian had slept with my grand-parents, but he was regularly checking out in my room to see if I was alive or so :-) I went out of bed around 1 pm, in quite a good shape looking at the beautiful Sunday. My brother Thomas and Kanki, my sister Anne, my cousin Julie were supposed to turn out this afternoon and to hang out at my parents'. <br>And they did. So it was a quiet afternoon playing in the garden and chatting, and eating lots of stuff and taking a lot of pictures. This was really cool. My brother and Kanki stayed up late with us, and Killian was excited like hell, jumping around relentlessly. I even had a nap on a garden chair. Killian saw me lying and brought me a pillow, and just as a Pavlov dog trigger, this brought me to sleep almost instantly :-) I woke up just on time for dinner. Just check out the pictures!<br />
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    <title>Saturday and the search for a decent party &#x2014; Brussels, Belgium</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 17:46:33 -0400</pubDate>
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        <b>Brussels, Belgium</b><br /><br />I woke up early, kind of... my shoulders a bit aching fom yesterday skate, don't ask why my shoulders. My legs are almost never sore. Even when I ran 8 km I didn't feel them a bit the next day. Killian was going away with his grand-parents to see my sister in France for that day. It was one of these days you never seem to wake up really. I took my morning shower around 6 pm. I didn't even do much during that long sunny day apart from a nap in the sunny grass in front of my bedroom, reading my book and chatting on internet. I had a plan to do some shopping but I never made it before the shops were closed.<br>I had a plan to go to Gent with my brother, but he had a hangover from his Friday BBQ and so was less than keen to party again on Saturday. I called my friend Fanfan to see was she was up to, and she told me 'come with me to a concert'. <br>Damn it, I got myself ready, I was looking tired already before starting. I was a bit moody also. I had to get out a bit.<br>Concert was not a hit. It was actually a birthday party where the birthday guy did a concert of some not so good music, and forced everyone, that me and my friend Fan didn't know a bit, to sit down and listen. We were a bit awkward too, not having present or drinks to bring as we didn't expect this plan at all. That was Kit's plan, a friend of FanFan. When we managed to escape without being too rude, we did. It was only 11 pm and nothing starts before 12 in Brussels. Bars are empty at 11 pm. There was a big discussion to where we had to go and finally we opted for the WAFF next to the Cimetierre d'Ixelles, a place with bars, pubs, restaurants next to Brussels ULB, where I went to Uni.<br>Fanfan didn't like this place much, but she had to wait for one of her friend there. Well I didn't mind and had a drink, and sometimes music was good so I danced on a stool. We met a few other friends there, Kit, Fanfan, David, Lea and the famous Claude that Fanfan was waiting for and around 1.30 am we headed up to the Fiesta, a club somewhere next to the canal. <br>That place was not so pleasant in term of music in my own point of view and I started to feel tired a bit. I had a cup of champagne. This lifted me up and I went dancing on the outside podium. Unfortunately as I was starting to warm up again, my friends left. They were hungry so around 4 am or so we went in a restaurant "La Becasse", back to Cimetierre d'Ixelles. I ate a huge steak too and we chatted a while. It's open till 7 am so ... I had no so many drinks so I got back my car at Fanfan's place and then drove back to Waterloo. I was home by sun rise, around 5.45 am and happily went into my bed to sleep.<br><br>Not a bad night, but it has spoiled what could have been a nice and cosy night of sleep. Pfff! My next try won't be before next week for the Folies Bourgeoises on Friday.<br />
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    <title>Friday&#x27;s there! &#x2014; Waterloo, Brabant Wallon, Belgium</title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 08:04:19 -0400</pubDate>
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        <b>Waterloo, Brabant Wallon, Belgium</b><br /><br />A few ideas for today... First I had some work to upload my pictures and write you some of my stories, so much catch up to do already. For this lunctime I'm probably going to eat with a friend and Killian somewhere. Then tonight I'm tempted by the rollerparade : http://www.brussels-belgium-guide.com/brussels-roller-parade.html<br>It's so cool around here, there's even techno music going along in a car that follows you! Up to 6 thousands people! Streets are blocked and all. And I've never been there. I started skating in Sydney where you can only find a handful of city skaters. So weird sometimes....<br>There's also the "Apero Urbains", which is as I understand having a drink outside in a nice historical place of Brussels, listening to music and chatting around as a prelude for a party night. I plan to get some stuff and sleep in the city with my friend Fanfan because I probably won't be able to drive. Well you drink 2 glasses of wine and you're out so... it's so boring to have to watch yourself so much. I've been doing that a few times already since I'm here, that's the only drawback of having a car.<br>.... <br>I went around in the city with Killian during the hot and sunny afternoon, more than 30&#xB0;C. I ate Thai lunch with my friend Nicolas, and then I browsed shops around and found some titanium earrings, which I felt I had to buy because I got some allergy probems lately :-) always a good excuse. Killian was just lovely and quiet and smiling, even he ate during the lunch, so when he asked for an ice-cream I could just say yes! We stopped at St Catherine place, sitting on a bench in the sun and looking at people on the street while Kill was eating his ice-cream, really concentrated on the moment, not to spill a drop. It was not a matter of stain but more a question about losing a part of the ice-cream. I took some pictures like a real tourist, thinking of you guys! It actually makes me see with new eyes what was in front of me all my life :-) Killian asked me pictures of flower buds and street lamps. He's already quite an artistic person I guess!<br>Time flies sometimes, and I had to hurry back to the car and get to my sister's to get her rollerblades she kindly offered for tonight's rollerblade. I had no time to chat long, went back to my parents to drop Killian, and off again to the city with the rollerblade outfit. <br>The meeting point is Place Poelart, next to my former high school. You'll see a picture it looks like a prison. Up there on the place, you have the "Palais de Justice", very famous and weird architectural achievement in Brussels.<br>It's the first time I'm at such roller parade. You have sponsors distributing a lot of stuff and a DJ is already warming up the skaters. Mainly you drink Redbull and eat sugar sport tablets all night, so you are pumped up! Regularly the cohorte stops and you get water too, Vittel bottles please.<br>So many people! A few police on bikes, another set on rollers, and some rollerparade stewards to canalise the crowd on the streets. At the head of the defile, you have a few cars. The redbull car, the Vittel car, the doctor car and just head of the skaters the DJ car, with 2 huge flags, a set and a DJ, the DJ friend dancing with no conviction (probably her hundredth rollerparade) and the cameraman.<br>It's a long way, but you have regular stops. Even one where people are throwing out candies from the windows of a big units building, from their balcony. I felt like an animal in a zoo, but nevertheless ate the candies, you never know about tomorrow lol. Others stops where you get Redbull or Vittel or different kind of powder (all legal, there's police involved :-). Yeah everyone gets a whistle too, so at moments it's very very noisy. I didn't see too many accidents  , and when there's one people get the hands up in the air to signal a 'stop' around the guy on the floor. It moves like a wave, like in the motorway when someone lits up the accidents lights to signal there's a massive slowing down in front, and the guy behind follows etc. Same when you turn right, hands are raising in waves towards the turn, or when you have tramway rails, hands are getting up to signal slow down. So funny! Stewards, all with the same red sponsored shirt, are acting like sheperd dogs on the crowd. Police is keeping walking people away, forbidding them to cross the road or so when skaters go through. Each time there's a stop, police and so go forward to secure the next lap of the circuit to let everyone go through safely.<br>Apparently the guy to organise that is the same that was planning parties at Who's Who land, a former night club in Brussels, and he's making money. Someone told me I should bring the concept in Sydney, but I don't think I'm that commercial type of person. I'm perfectly happy skating with 10 rollerbladers around me and enjoying it. While otherwise I would be involved in so much work I guess... But the music is a cool thing for sure, that car with the DJ is really great fun.<br>We were back at our starting point around midnight. I went to have a drink with newfound friend nearby, where a few skaters and police officers (after changing clothes :-) where hanging around, enjoying the warm night ahead, and apparently planning for going out.<br>I had a plan to go out with my friend Fanfan, actually to meet her at Apero Urbain on the way of the roller parade, but we never passed it by so I ended up doing the full tour. Now she was back home, and not likely to go out again. I felt a little bit bad, but I definitely enjoyed skating anyway. Around 3 am I felt suddenly really tired and decided to go back home. I only had a couple of beers so it was safe to drive, I'm a wise person you know that :-) well maybe you don't so... I had a delicious warm shower (yeah I was salty as a peanut) and a good sleep, and here I am, fresh and ready for new adventures!!!<br />
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    <title>Concert at Indigo &#x2014; Brussels, St Gilles, Belgium</title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 05:06:42 -0400</pubDate>
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        <b>Brussels, St Gilles, Belgium</b><br /><br />It was a very quiet evening, a private concert in St Gilles. I had a good talk with my friend Fanfan. <br>We went first to eat a durum. <br>That day I noticed the fashion sense is somewhat different in Brussels than Sydney. I had my Japanese gothic frilly mini-skirt and I felt like a freak out there on the streets. Every guy was going with a comment, and girls with a look. Not that I care a bit in the world, just that I felt a difference. It really felt like if I was a unveiled woman in a muslim country or something like that. Well  in the concert place, I was noticed but people were more cool. I had a look around, but there were really no one I could make a big smile to anyway so ... :-) I was quiet and chatting with my friend, dancing a little sometimes in this place devoid of any energy. I mean everyone was just staring at the scene, not moving an arm or a leg. So I concluded this was the right time to play with my camera and teach some of its effects to Fan, because she just bought the same. So we also had some fun taking pictures!<br>It was good after all, I had to wake up early today to play with Killi as my mother and father were working.<br />
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    <title>Trip to St Idesbald &#x2014; St Idesbald, Belgium</title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 04:39:08 -0400</pubDate>
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        <b>St Idesbald, Belgium</b><br /><br />Yesterday I phoned my long date friend Jee, to see what he was up to and when we could catch up. He was in his family's house in St Idesbald on the Belgian North coast. So he proposed me to join with Killian. He was already there with a couple and 4 children! I figured out this was a good plan for Killian and myself and so I planned to go there the next day. The trip is approximately 2 hours, a bit less. I was a bit lazy Tuesday morning sleeping till 11 am while my parents where taking care of Killian. I took a few coffees, packed up all the stuff and it was already more than 2 pm when I left Waterloo. Killian was really excited, he couldn't wait anymore to be there. Unfortunately there was a massive road accident on the sea motorway, there's one almost everytime I take it, so I was forced to take a smaller road and it took 3 hours to get there. Belgian tend to speed on motorway. When I'm at the limit + 10, i.e. 130 km/h everyone is passing me by, probably around 150-160. I know I've been speeding myself a lot too so I don't throw the stone. You get caught sometimes and it costs you a lot, but it doesn't happen often if you get the list of speed radar from internet.<br>                              <br>                              Although it was a few years since I was there, I found jee's house easily remembering the morning cycling going to fetch some croissant in small roads. I called him and set up to meet on the beach. We left the car in front of the house and just walked towards the beach. Sun was shining and sky blue, like today, and it was the first day since I landed in Belgium. This was good omen!<br>                             <br>                             A few photos on the way to the beach...<br>                              <br>     <br>                           Before mass tourism and all the coastal buildings the coast was all looking like this   So when people complain about wild construction in other countries, where they savagely massacre all the natural landscape, look first at what happened to your own country too. I always think of that when I see Belgian coast, because I think sand dunes are beautiful and there's almost none of it left. These ones are just a few preserved hundred meters.<br>    <br>       &#x9;&#x9;<br>     <br>                   Here's how it looks without the sand dunes :<br>    <br>    <br>               The next day we set up for a bike tour with Killian, me and Jee, while the family had left early morning to go to the fish market. I was too late and too lazy to go to such early activity so instead we had coffee on the beachside while Killian was running his bike on the bike park. They've understood it all there, because the bike park is surrounded by cafe and restaurant. So the parents are able to enjoy the sun, have one of those famous belgian beer or some food and watch out for their kids. Even the shop to rent bikes and cuistax is around the corner. <br>               <br>               The cuistax is something I haven't found yet in another country than Belgium, but I heard recently they do that in France now and they call them Rosalies. A cuistax is anything with wheels, usually 4 or 3, that's not a bike and that kids or family can ride. You have the solo cuistax and also the huge and heavy "get all together" tank cuistax with up to 8 seats. Get all the family together : grand-parents, parents, friends, kids, and babies in the same boat :-)<br>               Or a bunch of friends too, especially if you drink-drive in the sun :-) this helps to expulse alcohol from your blood without too much danger for the general population.<br>               <br>               Killian is fond of them for sure as is any kids. He made 2 new girlfriends, definitely older than him (9) but he was not paying attention to those details and had good fun with Manon and Soda. They even invented a game with stones that he promised to teach to his friends in Australia. There was a little girl of 2 years and a half, but that was not so much fun than playing "I crash my cuistax against yours" type of game with the 2 other ones. And the baby Juliette, well ...for Killian it's another world already. Not to sure what to do with her!<br>               <br>        <br>    <br>   <br>       <br>  <br>    &#x9;&#x9;<br>      &#x9;&#x9;<br>  <br>  <br>    <br>     <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>     The afternoon we decided to have everone cycling around the sand dunes and on the coast too. I found a bike for myself that had a third wheel attached with a seat for a kid. That's cool because Killian was there, otherwise he was riding too slowly to follow the troup. There he could help my by cycling or just rest and have a look around while speeding at my own cost :-) It's like a tandem but with a small seat for the kid. The trailing wheel is also moving, rotating left or right, in relation with the 2 others.<br>     <br><br><br>        <br>   &#x9;&#x9;<br><br><br>And finally check the album for more pictures! I don't understand a bit on how this stuff it's supposed to work because my pictures are all around the place in the text anyway so...<br>It was so hot, nearly 30&#xB0;c, an increase of 16&#xB0;C in 2 days :-) that I decided to go and have a swim in the North Sea... well at least put my 2 feet in there. I was in my bikini and all... so cool it looked like summer at last.<br><br>After that, Jee Killian and I went for a hot dog before we said goodbye and back to Waterloo. I had to meet a friend, Fanfan, to go with her to a concert where her special friend was playing on the guitar. See next entry!<br />
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    <title>Lazy Sunday &#x2014; Brussels, Belgium</title>
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        <b>Brussels, Belgium</b><br /><br />Sunday started as an end to the Saturday, dancing merengue in a not so latin club for a private beach party. I was there with my friend Vero, drinking vodka till the morning and luckily for me also dancing. Beach party in Brussels does not involve a beach, nor even an outside area. It's just the way people are dressed. It's clear from the look of it that they don't go often to the beach, and they don't know how to dress up in these unfamiliar circumstances :-) For my case, I didn't know anything about this dress code, so I was with a Gothic Punk Lolita outfit from Shibuya! Music was crap at the start, but after a few vodkas it seemed to me the DJ was a little bit better! Killian was sleeping with my parents, and I didn't want to drive a car in such a state so I merely went back home with my friend. This was planned : I had pyjamas, new clothes, toothbrush in a bag... The thing I forgot is that, here, smoking is allowed in clubs, and so you stink like hell after a party, my throat was painful, my nose stuck, like if I spent the night smoking myself. Awful...Even my bra was stinking cold cigarettes. Well I literally crashed in the sofa all dressed up around 6am when we entered my friend's place. I woke up around 12 to put my pyjama and find a more comfortable position. I had planned a lot of things for the afternoon. I made sure nobody worried by sending a couple of sms, and I went back to sleep. Around 1.30 pm I decided it was time to wake up, took a Nurofen and a shower and had a morning bread with my friend who happened to wake up at the same time too. I still felt I drank too much, but was not that bad. I didn't even pay for a single of my drink last night, thanks Vero and all her friends, but I had one in my hand all the time (in between the dances!).<br>I made Vero happy by copying all my music on her drive, these 30 gigs, and also I had a song "Korana" from Buddha Bar she was looking for since a long time.<br>Then I got my car and went to my brother, to bring him and Kanki back home to my parents. We had dinner and stuff, discussed all afternoon, played with Killian and then I drove them back home in the city. I stopped by and started copying music and movies from my brother too. I bet my 160 gig drive is too small now... He got 130 Gigs of movies and divx, and 30 gig of music.<br />
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    <title>Premier jour a Langkawi &#x2014; Langkawi, Malaysia</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 09:08:28 -0400</pubDate>
    <description>Killian et Isabelle en Malaisie</description>
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        <b>Langkawi, Malaysia</b><br /><br />    Nous voila debout a 8 heure, dans notre chambre au Malibest Resort qui donne sur la plage. Pas notre chambre, et puis de toute facon la place est prise on va devoir la quitter pour ce midi...<br>Tout ca a cause de ce festival d'eau "Pesta Air" qui draine des touristes d'un peu partout, y compris Malais. A cette heure matinale, toutes les boutiques sont fermees dans la rue principale de Cenang Beach, la plage la plus agitees de l'ile. On se demande meme si on va pouvoir prendre notre dejeuner.<br><br>On arrive a la station breakfast du Rasa restaurant, qui semble animee. Je parle de mes problemes de chambres avec Papa Dean, qui semble proprietaire ou du moins fort investi dans les lieux et qui fait aussi le service. Il me propose un endroit un peu eloigne de la plage (2 minutes a pieds) mais que je peux garder les 5 nuits qui me restent, et puis un deal voiture a 30 RM. Je dis OK, je reviens a 14h pour visiter la chambre.<br>On trainouille dans la chambre jusqu'a 14h. Killian est de tres mauvaise humeur, il rale pour tout. Il finit par me martyriser en m'ecrasant ses genoux sur la figure alors que j'essayais de jouer avec lui pour lui changer les humeurs. Il l'avait fait expres c'etait sur. Je suis rentree en colere et me suis fachee sur lui. Du coup il s'est endormi sous le lit avec son doudou.<br><br>La chambre me plait, elle est decoree avec gout. Killian est aussi d'accord. On la prend pour 90 RM.<br>Le temps qu'on arrange la voiture pour un peu plus cher que prevu (45 RM) il est deja plus de 16h30.<br>Killian veut absolument aller visiter la ferme des crocodiles depuis que je lui en ai parle. Ca a l'air loin sur la carte, alors j'hesite car la ferme ferme a 18h. Bon finalement si ca lui fait plaisir! On est parti et on arrive a temps!<br>On est la a 17h30 et on observe les crocodiles qui sont nourris par un garde avec des poissons. Il y en a des centaines dans cette ferme, depuis les bebes, jusqu'au monstruosites geantes. <br>J'ai pris quelques belles photos.<br>On retourne au Rasa Restaurant ou je meurs de faim. Je me commande de la soupe de poisson et des 'beef strip salad'. En fait le second plat c'etait des 'beef skin strip salad'. Beurk ca me degoute l'idee de manger de la peau de boeuf alors je laisse tomber la salade...<br>De retour a la maison Killian s'endort apres m'avoir signale : "Je me repose..."<br>Je passe une soiree sur la terrasse de mon voisin, un egyptien qui est cuisinier, avec Papa Dean et Mama, une javanaise qui  avant la retraite faisait de la recherche en marketing, et un londonien saoul (car il a fait la fete chez les voisins qui fetaient l'anniversaire de leur fille depuis 14h00)... Il y a des bieres et du Chicha (narguile) avec du tabac a la pomme. Je goute, mais a part me donner mal au coeur ce ne me fait rien alors j'arrete... On discute mine de rien jusqu'a 1h du mat, apres quoi je vais me coucher... C'est la grosse soiree de mes vacances quoi!<br />
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    <title>Langkawi Day Cruise &#x2014; Langkawi, Malaysia</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 08:50:50 -0400</pubDate>
    <description>Killian et Isabelle en Malaisie</description>
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        <b>Langkawi, Malaysia</b><br /><br />    Avec tout ce qu'on a dormi hier on s'est reveille avant  le reveil tous les deux, qui sonna a 7h30. Je prepare les sacs pour notre croisiere de 6 heures sur un grand bateau blanc, tout comme me l'avait demande Killian. On dejeune au Rasa Restaurant, et Killian a droit a ses bonnes petites gauffres preparees minutes! Un taxi vient pile a l'heure pour nous emmener a la jetee.<br><br>Et bien en effet, c'est un grand bateau blanc. Un 74 feet, construit a Brisbane en 1962, avec pas mal de bois, et qui pese un impressionant 75 tonnes. Il a des voiles mais on s'en servira tres peu car il est apparemment difficile a manoeuvrer a cause de son poids. Le capitaine est un vieux type aux cheveux blancs, sans doute un australien, qui aime bien discuter avec les femmes dans la quarantaine mais pour qui un enfant comme Killian est juste un "inconvenience". Bref il ne me plait pas. Par contre, le second qui est un malais est tres sympa et essaie d'amadouer Killian. Comme d'habitude car les malais sont tous tres gentils avec les enfants...<br><br>C'est sympa, on a un grand frigo plein de glace et de diverses boissons a volonte. On regardes les iles qui defilent.<br>Pour le midi on s'arrete sur un ile pas loin de la Thailande sans doute, qui me fait penser aux iles ou on passait notre lunch de midi lorsqu'on faisait de la plongee a Koh Lipe. Meme type d'arbres, de sable.<br>Le lunch est un barbecue prepare par un pere Thai et son fils qui est en vacances scolaire. C'est delicieux et on a de tout, du poisson, du boeuf, des brochettes de poulets, des salades .... et meme des sangliers des iles qui viennent voir s'il n'y a pas a manger.<br><br>En attendant que ca cuise, je vais faire un petit tour en Kayak avec Killian, qui ne tenait plus. Il allait partir tout seul dessus si je ne venais pas!<br>Ensuite Killian a meme tente le tuba et le masque. Il est parti tout seul dans l'eau et il s'est mis le masque et le tuba. Je l'ai rejoint pour l'aider car lors de sa premiere tentative il avait mis le tuba a l'envers et s'etait pris une tasse. Ensuite il l'a refait dans le bon sens et il regardait sous l'eau. Pas sur qu'il respirait vraiment par le tuba, mais en tout cas il crachait dedans comme un fou car c'est ce bruit qui l'amusait lorsque j'en faisait : lorsque je soufflais pour cracher l'eau.<br><br>Sur le retour, meme principe. Mais Killian n'en profite guere il dort tout le long. Il s'est endormi sur mon ventre avec une bouchee de gaufre en bouche pas encore mastiquee. J'ai fait un petit somme aussi, et puis je l'ai recalle dans une serviette. <br><br>Je suis retournee dans le "jaccuzi" : a savoir un filet etendu depuis le bateau dans la mer, afin qu'on puisse se faire trainer comme des poissons (voir les photos! marrant comme tout surtout dans une eau aussi chaude).<br><br>Apres cette journee ensoleille, on est revenu a la chambre vers 16h30. On s'est lave, et puis on est parti faire du Shopping a Kuah, a une demi-heure de route, dans une grande shopping mall "Langkawi Shopping Fair". C'etait totalement ininteressant mais au moins on etait au frais. Sur le retour j'avise un magasin d'electronique dans la rue. On m'avait dit qu'on pouvait trouver des lecteurs de DVD pas chers ici, ce qui m'interessait car alors je pourrais regarder mes dvds achetes en Chine dans la chambre et se faire des soirees TV!<br>Bon ben c'etait pas gratuit, mais je suis finalement repartie avec un lecteur de DVD portable incluant un ecran. Il lit tout les medias CD, DVD etc, les memoires USB, les cartes Memory stick et SD, et on peut jouer a des jeux NES 8 bits dessus avec une petite manette de jeu fournie. Bon ca va, j'ai craque... Je m'en suis voulu tout la soiree, en reflechissant a ce que je ne depenserais pas a la place ou en pensant a ce que je n'avais deja pas depense en choisissant une chambre a 90 RM! C'a ma coute 535 RM, soit 116 euros.<br>Ensuite toujours avec la voiture on est alles manger au Beach Garden Resort. C'etait bon mais pas special, et cher. On s'est contente d'une pizza et d'une portion de frites a la mayonnaise (pour Sir Killian en doutiez-vous?)<br><br>Apres on est retournes dans le chambre et on s'est endormi devant un DVD "The Deep" sur la vie dans la mer profonde....<br />
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    <title>Deuxieme journee a Langkawi &#x2014; Langkawi, Malaysia</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 08:43:45 -0400</pubDate>
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        <b>Langkawi, Malaysia</b><br /><br />    On se reveille doucement. Rien de prevu aujourd'hui, on est toujours fatigue de notre dernier voyage. On a l'hotel et la voiture, et on peut faire ce qu'on veut!<br>On se prend un breakfast au Rasa vers 11h.<br>Comme il y a un festival d'eau en cours (pesta air) sur Cenang beach, on essaie de ce cote la puisque c'est juste de l'autre cote de la route. Mais il fait etouffant, il n'y a pas d'ombre et mes yeux sont injectes de lumiere sur ce sable blanc. Tout ca pour une plage ou il y a beaucoup de meduses! Pas possible...<br>On prend nos cliques et nos claques et j'opte pour une destination  a 40 minutes de route, au Nord de l'ile, une petite plage qui est sensee etre bien pour nager et sans meduses. J'arrive jamais a me rappeler ce nom  : Pentai Pasir quelque chose.... <br>C'est effectivement une belle petite plage, juste ce qu'il nous fallait. Avec des autres enfants ce qui plait a Killian qui va nouer connaissance par le jeu.<br>Le seul danger ce sont les singes : ces sales chapardeurs sont capables de piquer tout ce qu'on laisse trainer sur la plage. Je n'ai vraiment pas envie d'en voir un se barre avec mon sac, qui contient nos passeports et nos tickets entre autres, ainsi que mes cartes de credits. Je fais donc un pile de grosses pierres mega-lourdes sur nos affaires.<br>On s'amuse vraiment bien, et je lezarde aussi a l'ombre... Tranquille, on y reste tout l'apres-midi. <br><br>On revient a la maison vers 17h. De la on s'ecroule jusqu'a 21h15!  On se reveille quand meme pour aller manger au Champor-Champor, recommande par le Lonely Planet pour leur menu inventif. Le cadre est tres joli, un petit jardin, des lumieres, des fontaines tout cela en plein air. Killian est en pleine forme. Je choisis unh poisson local, servi avec des bananes cuites et des legumes locaux ainsi que du riz jaune. Delicieux et des prix honnetes. Leur coktail Singapore Sling etait tres bon aussi!<br>Sitot termine, devinez ce qui nous arrive! On retourne se coucher...<br>Que du sommeil!<br />
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