Jun 18 2008
Hey, that’s my bum in the newspaper.
Depuis deux semaines, Gabrielle est sur les routes du Royaume-Uni et de l’Irlande. 15 jours, en fait, pendant lesquels elle (de facon responsable) vit des aventures extraordinaires. La chanceuse.
Parce qu’elle aime bien raconter ses aventures (quand elle en a le temps, et de preference sur un clavier qui a des accents et des apostrophes), elle vous offre, en bref, un survol des 15 derniers jours.
-La montee de la (moitie de la) montagne la plus haute du Royaume-Uni, apres une nuit dans la foret a me battre contre les midges (mot en anglais). Les midges sont sympa, malgre leur omnipresence, parce qu’elle sont trop petites pour etre capable de suivre un humain qui marche. Alors, quand elles se massent autour de vivants qui montent la tente, la solution est de monter la tente, en marchant. Teste et approuve.
-La nuit, en compagnie de Greg (qui a ete mon compagnon de voyage pendant quelque jours), dans un arbre situe dans un camp militaire.
-Reussi a faire plein de nouveaux trucs de jonglage. Apres cet ete, je planifie etre une pro-professionnelle.
-Arran, des pierres levees et le chateau de Tintin (magnifique ile, magnifique).
-Quelques nuits plus tard, avec un nouveau compagnon de voyage, nuit au sommet d’un autre arbre. (lien)
-Glasgow, et ma premiere partie de Scrabble en anglais (perdu, mais honorablement - 126 pour moi, 159 pour Kevin)
-Manchester nue, sur un velo. (serieux) (moi)
-Liverpool. Liverpool, Kieran et les toasters.
-Le lever du soleil arc-en-ciel sur le ferry vers Dublin, Irlande.
-Spencer Tunick a Blarney Castle. Autant l’experience que le chateau. Ca fait beaucoup de tout nu en tres peu de temps, ca. (Spencer Tunick?)(mes fesses, en tout petit)(blarney castle)
-L’Irlande, aussi. Coup de coeur immense.
(sur les routes d’Irlande)(ok, c’est ma jambe. mais le dessin a ete fait pendant le trajet cork-dublin)
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Guys, this is a new thing for me. Since I’ve met all of you and that you are my friends and all, I decided that I would make the whole thing bilingual. So here I am, blogging for the first time in a foreign language (not exactly, but…)
Gabrielle has been on the roads for two weeks now. Two weeks, the calendar says, but in my brain it feels more like months. Lots of adventures have happenned, mainly good ones (a few not so good but yet not bad either) that I really don’t want to start writing here because it would take ages and that I can’t be bothered. Instead, as a way of saving time while still telling you about my life (if you care), here is a few highlights of my existence.
(I have to say that it’s also a selfish thing, this whole ‘writing in english’ because my mind thinks in that language and when I write in french, it’s slightly painful. Hitting the keyboard with english letters is much easier and enjoyable. I’m making myself happy like that)
-This whole thing started with the (half) climbing of Ben Nevis, highest mountain in the UK, after a night battling against the midges while trying to pitch the tent. Althoug I hated them, I have to say that they have, over the mosquitos, the distinct advantage of not being able to follow someone that walks. Solution: building the tent while walking. Tested and approved.
- The night, accompanied by Greg, my temporary travel buddy, on top of a tree that happened to grow in a military base. Falslane, yu!
-I’m about to become a professional juggler. I can now do the under hand trick on both sides, and juggle with someone else quite well. After this summer, I hope to be an almost-semi-professionnal.
-Arran, standing stones and Tintin’s castle. Flabbergasting.
-A few nights later, with my new travel associate, another night on top of another tree. (link)
-Glasgow and my first Scrabble game in english. I lost, duh, but very honourably, 126 for me and 159 for Kevin.
-Manchester naked on a bike. (seriously)(me) It was bloody cold.
-Liverpool. Kieran, Liverpool and toasters.
-The rainbow sunrise, too early on the ferry towards Dublin.
-Spencer Tunick in Blarney Castle. The experience as much as the castle. It makes a lot of nakedness in a short time. Bah. (Spencer Tunick?)(my bum, in very small)(blarney castle)
-Ireland, also. Very very much love.
A few days in Irish-land still, and then back to the good old UK, for a quick tour of Wales, Oxford and London (amongst others), before heading down to my ancestors.
And I’m still alive.
Yous?
