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La fin d'un long voyage ... Kuala Lumpur

Nous sommes passés prendre nos sacs a dos a l'hotel et avons marché jusqu'à la gare de bus toute proche. Mais le vendeur refusant de nous vendre a bus ticket to the airport (he pretended with traffic jams, we risk being late when our flight was 4 hours later!), we walked up to a Skytrain station. After a change, we jumped on the train to Airport Express.

Finally, with nearly three hours in advance that we arrived at the airport. We registered our bags. The flight to Seoul was not full, the station manager gave us a row of 4 seats for 2 of us. That would certainly help to get some sleep. Then we spent time in the airport and many internationally recognized awards for the quality of its facilities. However, when we thought we find in one of these mega-modern airports has untold goodwill, we were certainly in a modern airport, but very respectable size and very quiet in the number of departures and arrivals. 23:45

precise, our plane was shaking. Our long journey home had begun. The flight went like a charm (despite the fact that we were in an A330 and I could not help but give a thought to what happened four weeks ago over the Atlantic). At 7:30, after more than seven hours of flight, we landed in Seoul.

During that lasted 3 hours in port, we walked into this beautiful and huge''Incheon airport.'' Number of duty-free shops offer the full panoply of course the more luxurious items, but most offer free workshops to learn the passenger has some Korean arts. For us, it was making''''Korean socks, bits of cardboard in the shape of the sock is covered with crepe paper glued. Once dried, you pass a string through a hole that is drilled in their end and we get a pretty decoration that can be used as a keychain or cell phone for decoration. Simple, mais tellement efficace pour faire passer le temps.

Puis nous avons rejoint notre vol suivant. Notre Boeing 747 était plein a craquer. Une fois l'avion rempli de passagers et de fret, nous nous sommes dirigés en bout de piste. Le commandant de bord a mis la pleine puissance et le mastodonte s'est élancé pour décoller. Durant les 13.5 heures suivantes, nous avons filé a 950 km/h et a 10000 metres d'altitude. Nous nous sommes alors consacrés a une succession d'activités tel que manger, dormir, boire, regarder des films et jouer a des jeux. Soudain, l'avion ralentit, piqua légerement du nez et le pilote nous annonça notre arrivée prochaine. Quelques instants plus tard, nous survolions New York. Manathan was at our feet. We did a big loop over the Atlantic, then the commander makes a final tight right at low altitude to align our plane on the runway at JFK. The wheels touched the runway. By doing so, we would breathe the air of North America just 10 ½ months after leaving the continent, 18 August 2008.

Once landed, we went through the normal process of immigration (smoothly) and then we switched devices to take our last plane that we would close the loop. A short subway ride air and we were there. It was interesting to find the cozy and somewhat sanitized U.S. airports with their long, carpeted corridors, their sequence of''fast food''and their devices very linear. Note that after waiting plane arrives (!), We finally boarded the shuttle''''American Eagle has flights to the beautiful Montreal. Being behind the schedule, the tour has taken us to all aircraft in the queue for take-off and we put our gas without seeking rest. More than an hour and a half and our trip would be well and truly over. While the pilot slalommait between gigantic cumulonimbus notes strewn on the road, we dreamed our trip without realizing that the end was imminent. A bit like we had a few days to realize that began 10 months and a half ago.

Passing over Lake Champlain in Plattsburgh, we began our descent. The time has discovered, as we welcome the country. The St. Laurent Montreal shone brightly. In the distance, outlined against the Montreal skyline. A last loop on Lake St. Louis to lose altitude and we sat in line on the runway at the Pierre Elliott Trudeau airport. The track was tight and we took a deep breath just before the wheels touch the ground. A bit like a movie or the hero finds himself in the head water and that we take one last breath of oxygen with him ... because you never know how long it will last. In our case, the screeching of the wheels on the tarmac meant the end of a long adventure. The aircraft joined the terminal and we had a Canadian immigration.

The officer seemed surprised that we were gone so long. She must be newly assigned to this position because people who go long ... ''''S a lot! Finally, after having picked up our bags on the carousel, the last step was to cross Canada Customs. With the remarks of the officer of the Immigration and stamps collection alien who decorated our passports, we were certain to have to spend a moment at the excavation. But to our surprise, the customs officer took our declaration form has cast an eye on it and we launched a''good day''as stoical as your baker who greet you when you enter his store to buy a baguette. Automatic doors were opened. Behind every massing of many who had sought a relative, friend, client, a family member. To welcome us, it's Stephanie who was. What a nice feeling to return after so long. It was tight, and then we joined Gary was in the car. We put our bags in the trunk and took the motorway to the south. This time, we come full circle. For real. While parading the road and that we find so familiar places, a strange feeling we lived. A mixture of nostalgia for completing a journey as unique and comfort has to finally ask us to return and begin to digest what we had eaten for so long. But soon, one thing has taken over this''melting pot''of emotions: finally, it is not so sad it's come back home ... it is so good here.

We had set foot on this continent where we have chosen we establish a few years ago. 5 years for Sylvie. Almost 11 for me. We should now deal with one more string to our bow. Or rather more experience in our lives. Therefore it would take us a while to really return to our former way of life (if that's really what we want) and integrate it peacefully digest of life we've been through in recent months. But it will be the last opportunity for a post by a few weeks where we will tell our reintegration into the lifestyle of North America. With our joys. There. Our achievements. And certainly very few disappointments ..

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Fish Scales Are Peeling Around Mouth

At 20:15, we jumped in a taxi to the bus station rejoind which was a bit far. Our bus was leaving at 21:00. Planners, we came to 20.30. While we waited, an impressive number of buses (many were returning to KL) in succession, all apparently more comfortable than the others. An employee reassured me by telling me that our (No 104) had not yet arrived and we would advise that once he would. But at 21:00, still nothing. 21:15. 21:30. 21:45. Still no more buses No. 104. At 22:00, a bus of its kind''municipal''bus entered the bus station. As before, there was''104''scrawled on a sheet of paper. It could not be done! Both say that jai felt rising in me a huge anger from the feeling of having been deceived. There was no question that we reach KL in such a vehicle. Seeing that I was rather worried, a company supervisor told me that this vehicle would lead us only has about 50 km from here, or we would get into our''real''bus that arrived from another city. Somewhat reassured (but not completely because the story smelled bad!), We boarded our shuttle''.'' An hour later, we fixed the poorly lit parking d'un arret de bus de village. Dehors, tout était sombre. Mais pire que ça, il n'y avait pas le moindre autobus a l'horizon. Apres etre restés ainsi 15 minutes, nous sommes finalement desendus pour apprendre que l'autre bus arriverait ''dans 10 minutes''. Le temps en Malaisie devant etre flexible, c'est pres d'une heure plus tard que nous avons enfin vu arriver un autobus digne de ce nom. Nous avons mis nos sacs dans la soute et avons pris place dans ce qui serait bien plus confortable pour passer une nuit sur la route.

A 6h00 du matin, le chauffeur alluma les lumieres. Dehors, le jour se levait. Le décor était noyé dans une brume matinale: nous arrivions a KL. Apres etre descendus dans la grande gare routiere or there was already an important activity, we went along wide boulevards to join a Skytrain station. A few stops later, we were at the train station to put our bags on consignment. Indeed, late in the day, it was expected that we find Constance (cross few weeks earlier in Banaue, Philippines) who lives about 40 km north of the city. Our plan was as follows: visit the city during the day and take the train late after-noon we will be welcoming or Constance Rawang for the night. After having locked our backpacks in the major guidelines of metal, so we took the subway to our first visit to KL's famous Petronas Towers''''(named for the Malaysian national oil company). These are two twin towers of over 450 meters high (88 storeys) which have the characteristic of being connected one to another at the height of the 42nd floor. This gateway (the skybridge'''') serves as a point of view for visitors. However, the number of the latter being limited to about 1300 per day, should arrive relatively early in the morning to get a chance to get a pass to reach the sky''''42nd. At 7:15, we arrived at the entrance of mastondontes concrete and steel. Soon we reached the entrance of visitors. The few dozen people had already arrived. We sat as we read the newspaper to pass the time. But soon, the crowd began to swell and it was not long several hundred people are out of cash in back of us. Around 8:30, the big metal curtain rose and the assignment schedule could begin. Luckily, we had access to 9.15. After visiting an exhibition room depicting the construction of the towers (their height,''''design, location, lightning, etc..) Is called on visitors to 9:15. We boarded an elevator and a few seconds later the doors opened. We had already arrived at 42 étage. Nous avons embarqué sur la passerelle d'ou nous avions une vue plutot impressionnante sur la ville. KL s'étend bien plus a l'horizontale qu'a la verticale. La taille moyenne de ses batiments est relativement faible, ce qui tranche avec des villes comme Hong-Kong ou Shangai. Une des raisons de ce ''manque'' de gratte-ciels est que la Malaisie est un pays jeune, toujours sur la voie de l'acces a la modernité qu'elle n'a commmencé a vouloir atteindre que récemment. Les tours ''Petronas'' sont le symbole visuel de cette volonté de développement. Elles ont été érigées dans les années 90 alors que le gouvernement malaisien exprimait clairement sa volonté de faire de la Malaisie un pays ''Developed''in 2020. And see the rigor with which he seems to follow the roadmap, it's a safe bet that it will achieve this to great effect, one of the facilitators who are in the sub-soil of Malaysia as important oil reserves that can fill the coffers of the state of precious capital.

The visit was timed. After 10 minutes taking pictures, we were called back to the elevator because another group would take our place. We took the elevator in the opposite direction and 9.45 am, we were out of the visit. Rather effective. In going to the entry point, a small signs indicating''more tickets for the visits.'' You Do not Mess with quotas!

At the foot of the towers is the most modern and pus prestigious shopping malls in the city. Have not yet breakfasted, we have joined the area of food to swallow anything stand for the rest of the day. To our surprise, we had a rather Western tariffs ... much like we had to reformat the consumer society that we would find in a few days in Canada. Really, anywhere in the world, money is king!
Then we strolled the aisles to discover that the stores here are the same as everywhere else: ''Sony Store'', ''GAP'', ''Banana Republic'', ''The Body Shop'', ''l'Occitane'', etc. Et que les prix pratiqués sont les memes ue chez nous! Bref. Vers midi, nous avons pris un plat a emporter et nous sommes allés nous installer a l'extérieur des tours, sur le parvis ou dansaient de somptueuses fontaines. Apres avoir fait le tour du parc qui les entouraient, nous avons rejoint le centre des expositions tout proche. A l'intérieur, une exposition était consacrée aux produits malaisiens. Puisqu'elle était ouverte a tous, nous avons défilé dans les allées ou nous avons découvert une partie du savoir-faire du pays: des autos, des produits alimentaires, du loisir, clothes, electronics. In short, Malaysia is well and truly on the path of development.

The morning after a fast spinning, we needed to reach the station to retrieve our bags and catch a train to Konstanz. However, all day, a terrible back pain had greatly handicapped. Once at the station, persistent pain, we chose not to do too much and have decided to stay in town. We took a taxi to the hotel where we had booked for the next day, hoping they would have a room tonight.

The hotel was located in a busy neighborhood street rather Chinese: Jalan Petaling Street'',''that is deemed to be a unique shopping area. Indeed, the street being closed at night, the taxi had to drop us a bit further. Our bags on their backs, we entered on said street or we quickly realized the value of the place. In a deafening cacophony, hundreds of small stalls selling thousands of counterfeit goods (watches, clothes, bags, sunglasses, etc..), Making the area an ideal place for foreign tourists fond of such items. In''zigzag''between the plastic sheets of étlas and speakers who were all screaming louder than each other, we finally reached our hotel. We had a room, being careful to apply it does not on the side of the street! Once installed, we immediately called Constance him that we would come this evening. Luckily, she came the next night in town. We then planned to eat together.

After taking a shower (we had spent the last night on the bus!), We went out to eat. The decor was impressive: the whole trip, we had rarely seen such a concentration of stalls counterfeits, as clearly visible to customers and the addition but also the authorities. Finally, we have landed in a small street restaurant run by two Chinese. A soup, a plate of noodles, tea, and a great kindness on their part have completed our perfect day. It was time to go to sleep.

The next morning the weather was gray. After lingering in bed, we had lunch. But my back demeurrant recalcitrant, I finally made my bed-in''to me''(named after the call for peace by John Lennon and Yoko Ono had started when they spent 7 days in bed ' 'Queen Elizabeth''in Montreal in 1969). Its edge, Sylvie occupied his day by visiting shops selling articles of clothing bijoux.

Apres une bonne journée de repos, le corps était reposé et les douleurs estompées. Nous avons donc été rejoindre Constance avec qui nous avions rendez-vous pour aller manger. Elle était accompagnée d'amis qui oeuvraient tous dans des ONG. Tous les 7, nous avons donc passé un tres agréable moment autour d'une bonne assiette de nouilles chinoises et d'une biere bien fraiche. Les discussions ont porté autant sur le voyage que sur la vie en Malaisie, nous permettant ainsi d'avoir le point de vue de personnes qui le vivent un peu plus ''de l'intérieur''. Apres avoir avalé un café glacé sur la terrasse d'un ''starbuck'' ou d'énormes rats défilaient tranquillement in the dark, we separated because it was time to go to sleep.

Sunday morning was our last day of travel. Actually, he floated in the air a subconscious feeling of end of something. The weather was gloomy, but hot and heavy. Leaving our hotel, we saw orange cones separating the lanes, police and lots of riders: it was the KL marathon! The tourist bus that we had planned to take being stuck in traffic, so we changed our plans, starting on foot. Luckily, the city of KL is''small''. It is relatively easy to walk on foot to tour the center. The first stop was on''Merdeka Square,''the main square and whence came the marathon and the nearest cricket club in the city. Then we went along major arteries and everything was closed, forcing Sunday morning. Finally, around noon, the activity has started full swing. The streets were filled and the stores opened. We enjoyed the air conditioning of the latter to escape us a little about the scorching heat that has prevailed outside. On the way back, we made a stop at Masjid Jamek Mosque'',''the oldest in the city. Once dressed in big coats (Sylvie and me being in shorts et en t-shirts), nous avons pu nous promener dans ce lieu tout aussi agréable que paisible. En fin d'apres-midi, nous sommes finalement rentrés vers le quartier chinois. Le soir, nous sommes allés manger dans la rue: porc grillé pour Sylvie, poulet et canard pour moi. Puis, a 21h00, nous avions rendez-vous avec Céline et Maud (les 2 filles rencontrées aux ile Perhentiennes) qui étaient dans le meme hotel que nous et qui partaient elles aussi le lendemain (mais pour l'Indonésie!). Tous les 4, nous sommes donc allés prendre un verre (et meme un peu plus) au ''reggae bar'' tout proche de notre hotel. Assis sur la terrasse en sirotant des bieres, nous avons refait le monde, avec cette fois-ci un semblant de début de constat de ce que nous avions vécu au cours des 10 derniers mois. C'était notre derniere soirée a Kuala Lumpur, notre derniere soirée en Malaisie, notre derniere soirée en Asie... notre derniere soirée de voyage!

Ce lundi matin, le réveil fut un peu étrange en se disant que la date du jour (29 juin) était la meme que celle inscrite sur les billets d'avions qui nous rameneraient au Canada. Mais notre vol ne partant qu'a 23h45, nous avions toute la journée devant nous. Apres avoir déjeuné, nous sommes donc partis prendre le bus touristique a 2 étages qu nous n'avions pas pu prendre la veille a cause du marathon et des embouteillages qu'il occasionnait. A bord, nous nous are installed on the rear platform, the open air, for better appreciate the beautiful day while enjoying the view of the places we passed. After seeing the procession of the King who came to his palace and be awarded by the Central Station, we went down to the bird park. This unique location is a bit over 3.5 hectares entirely covered with a gigantic net. Inside the home to thousands of exotic birds, each more beautiful and more colorful than the others. For a few hours, so we strolled new in this environment or the heady feeling was just the same as we felt a few days ago when we were surrounded by thousands tropical fish amidst the crystal clear waters of the islands Perhentiennes. The fish were turned into birds. The coral trees. At midday, we attended a show featuring peroquets who performed all sorts of pranks like counting, biking or even speak. Equally funny and impressive.

After this great experience, we took the tourist bus to complete the loop and down in Chinatown. Storms broke out in the rain and that we arrived at our hotel. So there is justice somewhere: from the rain, it's always a little less sad than from under a bright sun!

arrived at the hotel a little late (we had to leave the room for 4:00 p.m., but we got there at 16:15!), We quickly took a shower and closed our bags down before the reception. We then had to do some shopping before going to eat one last time in the noisy environment and greasy street restaurants. To conclude our trip, we dived for the last time our chopsticks into a rice topped with grilled pork, chicken and duck. 19h00: departure time had struck!

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Cricket Bats, Wormwood

09-06-25 09-06-24 09-06-18 Kota Bharu


After 30 minutes of crossing, we landed in Kuala Besut. We nous sommes dirigés vers la station de bus ou nous vons du attendre pres de 2 heures le prochain départ. Le bus pour Kota Bharu arriva enfin mais puisqu'il s'agissait d'un bus local et que nous étions a l'heure de sortie des classes, nous avons eu la chance (!) de faire le ramassage scolaire. Devant chaque école que nous croisions, nous embarquions plusieurs dizaines de jeunes que nous égrennions alors un peu plus loin alors qu'is descendaient les uns apres les autres en avant de leur maison. Le chemin de 45 kilometres qui nous séparait de Kota bharu prit plus d'une heure et demie. Mais nous sommes finalement arrivés, et c'est la une des leçons de notre voyage: plus on s'énerve et plus le temps paraît long. L'essentiel Is not there? So we took his misfortune patiently and we let ourselves go ...

arrived in Kota Bharu, we landed in a city without a real character, with its shopping centers under construction and its broad avenues sullen. Muslim stronghold in northern Malaysia, the rate of veiled women has quickly feel the importance of religion in the region. But surprisingly, cohabitation seems to be okay with that part of the population who dresses and behaves much more Western, wearing shorts or short skirts and going to McDonalds or KFC. But for us, this town was a stopover on our way to Kuala Lumpur. Indeed, it is here that the night train from Kuala Lumpur louse (KL). Yesterday, wanting to book, we learned that the train was full. But Kota Bharu is the urban center of the region, we still decided to come here to find a bus that would take us up to KL. After having deposited our bags in a guesthouse and have had confirmation that trains full étaiet we went out about the bus. To our surprise, the majority of departures evening (several dozen) were already complete. We then booked 2 tickets for the 21:00 departure day. And to spend a night trip ALMOST comfortable we opted for a vehicle with less upper-class passengers, which pays more attention to each of them.

Thereafter, we went the next night market, hoping to find a place to eat. With regard to the night market, highly recommended by our guidebook, it consisted of dozens of stalls selling not anything very interesting for tourists like us. We finally ended up in a Chinese restaurant located in a garage on the ground floor of a decrepit building. While Ted and I were talking, the owner (Chinese) came to us accompanied by a young girl. Il s'agissait de sa fille. Cette derniere avait étudié le français a l'université et la maman était particulierement fiere que sa fille puisse le parler avec des francophones. Il fut fort intéressant de pouvoir échanger ainsi sur quelques sujets divers avec la demoiselle. Puis nous avons traversé a nouveau le pseudo ''super'' marché de nuit pour regagner notre guesthouse.

Jeudi matin, nous avons été passer un peu de temps su Internet (le Mc Donalds offfrait une connexion gratuite!) avant d'aller visiter le marché central de la ville. Cet immense batiment octogonal est constitué de 3 étages, avec les produits frais au rez-de-chaussée, les produits secs au premier étage and clothes and accessories in the 2nd. The place was particulirement interesting to take some pictures of the lives of vendors and customers who roamed the aisles. After having spent a long time in the market, we were walking through downtown or a few are particularly well-preserved historic buildings. After eating fried chicken (like KFC) which seems to be the specialty of the place, and while the heat was particularly oppressive, we have put ourselves in the fridge to eat ice cream before returning to our guesthouse. We bought some food on the bus and 20.15, it was already time to leave.

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Chamomille Tea Benefits

Perhentiennes


After 4 hours of driving, we reached a Jerteh, a small village straddles the main road linking Kuala Terengganu Kota Bharu, near the Thai border. The bus deposited us on the edge of the road with our bags. After having eaten a plate of noodles, we took a taxi to the village of Kuala Besut or of the boat to the islands Perhentiennes. In the office where we bought our tickets was a map of two islands which are called respectively Pulau Kecil''''(Little Island) and Pulau Besar''(the big island). Kecil on a beach was named rather inspiring Coral Bay''of''. It was decided: that's where we would begin our stay in the islands! Indeed, we had about a week to spend in the vicinity, and pensions to stay 3 days on an island and on the other four days. At 16:00, we were getting into one of these speed boats''''who liaise with the islands. Despite the good separation between the islands of the coast, the voyage lasted only 30 minutes thanks to an engine rather''chivalry''(not less than 400 horsepower outboard''''). But the sea being formed and being closely spaced waves, which made the conditions for a rather ... scoop!

But after 25 minutes jumping up and sens, le bateau longea la cote ouest de l'ile qui était abritée des vents et des courants. La mer s'applatit et l'arrivée sur ''Coral Bay'' fut un spectacle inoubliable: de petits restaurants et guesthouses étaient installés sur une plage de sable blanc. Sur l'eau bleue transparente flottaient quelques bateaux. En arriere, un belle foret verte recouvrait le relief. Les prochains jours s'annonçaient plutot agréables.

Le bateau nous fit descendre sur le quai nouvellement aménagé. Avec nos sacs sur le dos, nous avons rejoint la plage en ne quittant pas du regard cette toile vivante qui s'offrait a nous. Apres avoir pris une chambre a la ''Fatimah guesthouse'', nous nous sommes affalés quelques moments before going to watch the beautiful sunset that we wanted to welcome you. In the evening a strange concert attracted our attention: about 18:30, a host of generating set off. Indeed, electricity is not available on the island, the only way to get them is to produce it. At nightfall, each school then starts his generator to light the scene. It was then time for each visitor to plug its''electronic''Bebelle such as phone, camera, Ipod and other computers. Then we eat has been one of the beach restaurants. Feet in the sand, we have feasted on grilled fish on the BBQ. While the tide was low, it was time to go to sleep.

The next morning, we did not really feel like we are upset ... just discovered a little of our new ENVIRONMENT. After having lunch, we took the little footpath which crosses the island of Kecil, crossing some lizards in transit. Indeed, this island has a length of about 2 km and a width (at its center) of almost 200 meters. The entire island is blank (except the beaches are few facilities or permanent) and covered with thick vegetation, only one path worthy of the name through d'un rivage a l'autre, de ''Coral Bay'' a ''Long Beach''. Il est tout de meme possible de rejoindre d'autres plages mais il faut alors prendre des chemins moins fréquentés et un peu plus escarpés au travers de la foret. Le moyen le plus efficace pour rejoindre les différentes plages de l'ile demeurre cependant le bateau-taxi,ces petites barques a moteur qui vous amenent ou vous le désirez pour un prix tout a fait raisonnable.

''Long Beach'' est, comme son nom l'indique, une longue plage qui fait face a une mer bleue turquoise. Au bout de la plage se trouve également un quai fraichement construit. En dessous de ce dernier, des centaines de poissons multicolores de toutes sortes. Ils entouraient quelques swimmers who ventured through, which would give them the feeling of bathing in a basin of a municipal aquarium! This beach is more popular (and less peaceful) than ours, we recrossed''towards Coral Bay.'' We spent a quiet day, made rest, rest and ... rest. By mid-after noon, when the oppressive heat was somewhat abated, we were rent masks, fins and snorkels to go for a swim to see if, on this wonderful island,''the song refers to plumage''... After the beach was an area bounded by buoys where boats and (Many a rotate) could not penetrate, thus ensuring peace, tranquility and safety divers on Sunday we are. Immediately with water, the show was great. First, the water being at 30 degrees was a bit like stepping into a bath (but without the foam!). Once the head below the water level, it was the fireworks. Abundance of coral and thousands of fish of all kinds (and all colors) that forage around. Parrotfish crunching noisily coral. Clownfish ardently defending their anemone. A line has points discreetly hiding under a reef. A little later there was a floating pontoon vers lequel nous nous sommes dirigés. La profondeur passa rapidement de 2 metres a 5 metres, les coraux laissant place au sable. Alors que nous nagions, Sylvie me fit de grands signes: une tortue passait en dessous de nous. Ne faisant ni une, ni deux, nous avons pris une grande respiration et sommes allés voir de plus pres. Effectivement, une belle tortue verte passait par la. Elle devait peser environ 40 kilos. Il était surprenant de voir a quel point il était facile de la suivre, alors qu'elle ne semblait pas particulierement dérangée par notre présence. Alors qu'elle volait littérallement sous l'eau, il nous fallut remonter a la surface pour reprendre notre respiration. Quels instants magiques. Nous avons alors réalisé at what point it was extraordinary that two days earlier, we watched one of its congeners in laying eggs and had relaunched a range of baby turtles. Today we swam with one of these graceful creatures who generously agreed well we accompanied him a few moments. Wow. A real sequence emotion! But it was not over. With Sylvie, we came back to swim a little closer to the beach. Suddenly, while we were working in funds of 1.50m, a big fish in the form passed easily identifiable in front of us: a black tip shark (or shark reef'''') of about 1.50m. Certainly they are harmless (as long as they feel not in danger), but the impression is of the same. Say that the movie''Jaws''did nothing to give a good positive image of sharks. But we were calm and watched with great interest how this predator prowling between massive corals in search of potential prey.

After much sense and as the day; finished, we returned to our bungalow for a shower before going to eat. For the next day we had planned a boat trip to go diving around the island. From the next table provenanit accent well known: they spoke French with the accent warm south-west. We then approached the two girls in question as to whether they had made out, and if so, with whom and how is it that they had enjoyed the experience. They called Maud and Celine had gone for 18 months and were traveling for more than two weeks on the island. We then spent a good part of the evening discussing with them in Perhetiennes particuiler and world in general.

Monday, 20, was overcast. Perfect for spending time on the computer! We had lunch in a facility that had an internet connection (yes, it's now available everywhere, even in the middle of the islands!). I opportunity to put some pictures online. It was also the opportunity to write some posts to resume the backlog over the last few weeks ... In the late afternoon after I returned dive along the beach to enjoy once more the magic of the places we had to offer. The night we found Celine and Maud with whom we shared our meals.

Tuesday morning we were going to do our first boat trip. At 10h00, we embark with 6 others for a day of snorkeling''.'' The first stop was called''point''shark. Rather reassuring! Finally, although this is a good place to observe the reef'' sharks'', few were at the rendezvous that day. Certainly because of the particularly high attendance of the site by hundreds of Korean tourists and singapouréens ... But funds were superb, crystal clear water and fish everywhere. After a second spot, we made a stop to swim with the turtles. On the sandy shoals lying between the two islands (Besar and Kecil), the boat slows down to see the shadow of the carapace of a turtle grazing on the merits. Immediately identified, the driver makes you jump into the water (with your diving equipment). It is then up to you to swim fast enough to see something. If the turtle is nice, elle va continuer a brouter paisiblement au fond (la zone est en fait un herbier) pendant que vous la regardez et que vous la prenez en photo. Sinon, elle se met a nager et croyez moi, si elle en a assez de voir votre face, ce n'est pas long qu'elle accélere et qu'elle disparaît! Apres avoir longuement nagé avec des tortues, nous avons acosté sur kecil pour aller manger. Puis nous sommes repartis vers un phare planté a quelques centaines de metre du rivage. A son pied se trouve un superbe récif coralien autour duquel gravitent plusieurs milliers de poissons multicolores. Enfin, notre dernier arret eu lieu sur une plage au nom évocateur de ''romantic beach''. Loin de tout, sable fin et blanc, eau transparente a plus de 30 degrés et poissons de partout. Magnifique. Le soir, nous avons retrouvé Céline et Maud pour partager notre repas. Mais épuisés d'avoir autant palmé, nous avons rapidement pris la direction de notre lit.

Mercredi, nous avions prévu de repartir en bateau, mais de sortir (autant que possible) des sentiers battus. Le propriétaire de notre guesthouse nous proposa de nous emmener sur de toutes petites iles inhabitées pas tres loin de la. Céline et Maud se sont jointes a nous. Toute la journée, nous nous sommes donc promenés de plage en ile, d'ile en crique, de crique en plage. Chaque fois, les fonds étaient différents. Tout simplement superbes. Et quasiment personne d'autre que nous. La mer était notre. Assurément un grand moment de ce voyage... Le soir, les cuisses et les avant-bras bien rougis (voire écarlatis!), nous avons mangé un autre succulent BBQ avant d'aller nous crémer puis de nous immobiliser comme nous le pouvions sur notre lit.

Jeudi 23, la journée s'annonçait tranquille. C'était notre derniere journée complete dans les iles (et une des dernieres de notre voyage!). Nous avons donc passé la journée a lire et a écrire. Sylvie ses livres et moi le blog. Le soir, un dernier repas avec Céline et Maud.

Vendredi 24, c'était le départ pour la terre ferme. Puisque seulement 3 bateaux relient quotidiennement ''Coral Bay'' is popular, we decided to take it at noon. Thus, we could enjoy a few hours more idyllic surroundings. Indeed, he trotted necessarily somewhere in our head a little feeling back, end of journey. Around 11:30, Celine and Maud came to tell us goodbye and we joined the end of the pier. At noon precise, our pilot lowered the throttle and the boat rushed to Kuala Besuth.

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