Lundi 28 novembre 2011 1 28 /11 /Nov /2011 17:20

Il est 10h30 du matin. On est jeudi 17 novembre.

 

Je discute avec Rachel sur Skype dans un internet cafe mitteux du centre de Franckfort. Et oui mon depart pour les Etats Unis est proche, puis j'ai oublie le chargeur de mon ordi, rah j'ai li'impression que j'aime rendre les choses plus difficiles qu'elles ne le sont parfois. Elle me demande : "T'es aux USA deja?"

Je lui reponds non, un poil irrite par la question.

 

C'est a quelle heure ton vol? Bah 14h00, j'ai encore le temps... Mais comme je l'ai dit, je m'appelle Arnaud et j'aime bien me rendre la tache ardue. Je double check mes horraires d'avion, le doute s'installe.

Depart Franckfort  :11h30, Panique!

 

Je cours, check out de l'hostel, cours jusqu'a la gare, train, aeroport, Terminal 1. Je cours encore jusqu'au comptoir ou une gentille hotesse me fait gentillement savoir que je me suis gentillement fait enflouer de mon billet. Elle me dit c'est trop tard. Je lui dit que non. Elle me soutient que oui. Je la hais gentillement.

Je suis venere, apres moi meme, apres des gens que je ne connais pas, apres ce foutu panneau qui se dresse devant moi et qui lit : "Don't forget to check in 1 hour prior departure". Je vous fait pas la traduction.

 

  Je me precipite au service des tickets de Condor(la compagnie avec laquelle je vol), pas de remboursement possible. Je veux l'insulter. Je me retiens. Prochain vol pour les Las Vegas, Dimanche soir. Je prefererais plutot manger des inscetes pendant une semaine que de rester 3 nuits de plus a Francfort. Je me renseigne sur la compagnie juste a cote, US Airways. Prochain vol pour les USA je demande ? 12H35 Philadelphia, elle me reponds. Je dis Ok et j'embarque, j'arriverai a Las Vegas vers 21h00, heure locale, soit environ 9h00 de vol jusqu'a Philadelphie et 4 autres heures jusqu'a Vegas.

 

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Il est 16h00 lorsque je pose pieds sur la terre du nouveau monde. Mon vol pour Vegas est a 18h00, ca devrait le faire. Sans compter que nous sommes aux USA, et tu rentres pas comme ca. Je passe l'agent de securite tripote mon passeport timidement, le met dans une pochette rouge et balbutie dans un francais degueulasse: 'Inspection secondaire".

 

Je donne la pochette rouge a un autre agent de securite. Je lui demande ca va etre long? Il me dit " Vous etes en bas de la pile". J'attends anxieusement avec des mexicains, noirs, asiatiques avec papiers non en regle. Certains pleurent, d'autres secouent leur tete de depit et d'incomprehension. Apres 1 heure d'attente, je fais pareil que les autres. Secoue ma tete et soupire. 17h30, on appelle mon nom. On me tamponne mon passeport, je suis deja en course pour mon prochain avion que  l'agent me lance plein de dedain:  "N'oublie pas de te marrier dans les prochains 90 jours". I say yes.

 

Je cours, passe la securite, saute dans l'avion a 17h57. Arrive a Vegas plus tard. A suivre...

 

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  Las Vegas

Par Arnaud.bulle
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Samedi 26 novembre 2011 6 26 /11 /Nov /2011 02:01

Premier article d'une longue serie sur mon sejour en Alaska pendant une annee accompagnee de ma nouvelle petite famille.

Par Arnaud.bulle
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Dimanche 17 avril 2011 7 17 /04 /Avr /2011 19:47

Tasmanie

Et beh voila mon trip en  NZ et australie se termine deja, 18 mois sur la route et de belles aventures, anecdotes a raconter lorsque je reviendrai en France. Quoi de plus epoustouflant de finir mon  petit bonhomme de chemin dans le Pacifique en faisant un petit detour par la Tasmanie, hote de vilains animaux comme par exemple le diable de Tasmanie, un des seuls marsupiaux carnivores. A part le risque  de se faire mordiller un bout d’oreille depassant negligeament de la tente, rien a craindre de ces petites creatures charognardes.

 

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Photo du sus nome Diable de Tasmanie que j'ai prise dans un parc naturel

 

Au rayon des bizaretes, le tigre de Tasmanie(supposement en voie d’extinction), le platypus, koalas, quolls, guana(gros lizard), Wombats, et autres kangourous et Wallabies, cukabara etc.

Apres 10 heures s bord du monstrueux Ferry, il peut embarquer 1200 voyagers, nous voila a Devonport une petite ville portuaire ou nous rassemblons nos forces et campons de maniere sauvage dans un petit parc. Rachel, bientot 7 mois enceinte se sert de mon corps comme coussin pour plus de confort. Il faut savoir faire des sacricices de son proper corps parfois. Haha  fun

 Nous decidons ensuite de nous dirigier a l’Ouest a Burnie ou nous avons une connaissance la bas, rencontre au Rainbow. Avant cela on decide de se relaxer quelques jours a un festival de Blues histoire de supporter un peu  la communaute locale. Nous faisons du stop pour nous rendre au Mont Roland, une petite marche d’une heure, cuisinons au feu de bois et campons. Apres les temperatutes extremes de 45 degre dans l’etat de Victoria cela fait du bien de se geler le cul la nuit dans une tente par 4degre celcius.

Apres le festoche nous retrouvons encore a voyager de la maniere la plus economique, le stop et ca marcche bien pour nous, Un jeune nous prend et nous invite a rester chez ses parent dans la petite ville nomme Pinguin, Anne et Williams nous accueille de maniere extraordinaire. Fait du bien de dormir au chaud dans un bon lit quand meme ! Rachel se construit un petit nid perche sur une pille constitue d’une dizaine de coussins et essayera meme de me chipper mon unique repose tete au milieu de la nuit. Bonne chose qu’elle ne puisse pont lire le Francais. Le lendemain nous decidons finalement de visiter notre ami a Burnie, il propose de conduire a Cradle Mountain, 2 heures au Sud de Burnie,le temps n’est pas au rendez vous mais nous investissons le petit refuge, preparons un bon repas et invitons qui veut se joinder a nous. Un peu de musique et nous voila repartit dans notre famille d’accueil provisoire pour la nuit.

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Cradle mountain, nuageux et pluvieux

Direction Est à bay of Fire to be continued.

Apres avoir recharge les batteries et une bonne nuit de sommeil, direction east coast. Nous resterons bloques trois nuits dans la ravissante petite cite de Scotsdale, a 100km de la cote Est. Des pluies diluviennes bloquent les routes des deux cotes. Malgre avoir trouve un abris ou nous installons la tente, le vent et la pluie aurons raison de nous(vindiou), et de nos affaires par la meme occasion. Nous passerons la troisieme nuit dans un hotel a secher notre tente, entre autres choses. Bref nous nous rendons finalement a St Helen et campons dans la Bay of Fire, le soleil brille a nouveau, mexicain wallabi Burritos au menu. Awesome ! Hitchiking again…

 

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bay of fires

La ville ou nous atterissons ensuite s’appelle Bicheno, touristique et plein de vieux. Pas l’ideal pour faire du stop, après deliberation nous decidons d’installer notre tente sur la plage, camping sauvage. Un jeune couple nous invite a passer la nuit dans leur maison, ils ont un peu pitie de nous surtout voyant Rachel enceinte de 7 mois. Apres 2 heures et demi de stop, on decide la mort dans l’ame d’abandonner et de payer un montant astronomique, 72 dollars pour nous deux pour aller a Hobart. Par un hazard troublant, on rencontre Jamie, un ami du rainbow, sur notre chemin. Il nous fait savoir que Lynn la personne chez laquelle il habite part pour Hobart aujourd’hui et qu’elle aurait une place pour nous. Awesome!

Lynn est une personne remarquable, elle possede une immense maison qu’elle a transforme en une sorte de squatt/centre de travail/maison d’accueil pour personnes en difficulte. Avec le loyer que ses locataires lui paient, elle offre la possibilite a d’autres jeunes en difficulte(enfants cancereux, etc.) de rester dans sa maison et de s’epanouir.

Elle nous laisse sa voiture pour une journee car elle doit prendre un avion pour Melbourne et revenir le lendemain sur Hobart. Alors que nous avons fait sa connaissance depuis a peine deux ou trois heures elle nous fait confiance et nous llaisse son vehicule! Ca nous offre la possibilite de conduire jusqu’a notre Hostel et de nous faire un petit trip au sommet du Mont Wellington le lendemain matin. A notre grande surprise, il se met a neiger et je me souviens a ce moment precis que je n’ai pas vu la neige depuis presque 2 ans. J’ai Presque eu envie de m’ enrouler dans ce blanc duvet a l’instar d un petit africain qui n’aurait jamais vu le neige. En realite, je me suis juste precipite dans la voiture, utilisant la seule moitie de mon corps qui reagissait encore aux sensations exterieures.

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Neige sur le mont wellington

Puis après un frugal dejeuner sur la plage, on se dirige vers l’Aeroport pour recuperer Lynn. Elle nous propose d’aller au Musee Mona, flambant neuf et construit par un gambleur (joueur) qui lui aura coute la modique somme de 200 millions de dollars. (Well played sir) Ce musee est tout simplement de la balle, neo-contemporains, bizarre, excitant, excentrique ! A voir pour les chanceux qui sont sur Hobart (et gratuit). Apres cette excitante journee nous cuisinons un festin avec Blue eye fillet (un poisson tres prise dans la region et vendu autour des 39$ le kilo), une sauce au beurre et une fricasse de legumes. Il est temps de quitter la Tasmanie, avec plein de bons souvenirs et l’espoir de revenir un jour et visiter le sud et la cote ouest !

 

Sinon au rang des petites nouvelles, notre petit bebe grandit bien encore a in utero, bien au chaud, bien nourrit, la future maman se porte bien eglamenent et est tres excite de retourner back home. A l'heure ou j'ecris ces dernieres lignes, nous sommes du cote d'hawaii je sais si vous avez entendu parler, c'est un archipel paradisiaque au milieu du pacifique, une bonne place en attendant que la neige fonde en Alaska!

  

C.U Peace

  

Arnaud

 

Autres pics

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gorgeous rachel, 7 month pregnant and still backpacking

 

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un kangourou c'est doux

 

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Musee Mona, publicite avec des gouttes d'eau

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Jeudi 27 janvier 2011 4 27 /01 /Jan /2011 02:28

We MUST Change, it’s not an essay on what I think of Australia and NZ (which are both old corporations owned by England, the Queen, Rockefellers, Rothschild anyway …hehe)

 

Hello my dear mates,

2010 was a year full of discovering and I would say a year of introspection for me. Not only I met amazing people who are now good friends, beautiful souls from all over the world, but also I found my own true love.  It also helped me to open up my mind a bit more and confirmed my doubt in the viability and sustainability of our so called society. Bababababa

While traveling throughout New Zealand and Australia gave me a tremendous perspective on my own life. I’ve encountered during my journey revolting behaviour and attitude. At some point, I needed to make some great effort to keep my faith and compassion in humanity. So I decided to write this article to give you a glance of my personal feelings about what must change in the so called ‘developed’ modern way of living.

 

Travelling throughout New Zealand or Australia means enjoying nature in all its glory .  New Zealand & Australia offer beautiful landscape. Both are blessed with a climate and environment that enables them to produce and grow pretty much anything that they need. Living on such beautiful land should raise people’s interest on subjects like sustainable living, waste management and food ethic; it is in fact the opposite that happens. Some people have absolutely no incentive on these subjects and yet seem not to have any interest whatsoever in learning a better way to live. They ’ve already made up their mind based upon what they’ve been told to think by the mass media (conspiring to propagandize via TV, radio, and newspapers); so why bothering to confuse them with the truth?

 

Food ethic

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What I’d define as food ethics in my own term is the ability of one to recognise and identify food that he eats in an ecofriendly, sustainable and healthy way. A crucial point about being good consumers is to be self-conscious and respectful of our planet. This can’t go on forever. A good example that illustrates what I’m talking about is being aware of buying certain products such as Palm oil. Wilderness areas and wildlife habitats are under pressure from intensive use of the land, with palm oil culture being one of the worst. It has caused the extinction of several species and is now threatening the survival of Orang-utan in the Amazon forest. An easy solution to this issue is insisting the government passes a law forcing food companies to have a clear labelling of their products. As consumers could then make the distinction on whether or not to buy the so called vegetable oil. Is it canola, olive, or blend, or just plain palm oil? How can we make a right choice when we don’t know what they put in our food?

One of the reasons of unawareness in New Zealand and Aussie is probably caused by lack of education, and of course a deep conditioning from tv and mass medias that succeeded in their attempt to drain people’s brain. People are stuck in a belief system that they are conditioned thinking “they are protecting their programming which has settled into the ego mind”.

 

 I’ve read recently an article about how manufacturers of unhealthy food (Mc Donalds, Coca cola, Pepsi to name just a few) are dominating Australian supermarket shelves and junior sports clubs as they target their wares to children. 92% of food and drink sponsorships representing children were selling unhealthy food. The study also found out that manufacturers of unhealthy food were using sophisticated internet marketing techniques to target children. For example, they are using games designed to gather children in front of their computer who are consciously or not taking an active part on the development of their new Cyber commercial space. “It’s like a cheap ad agency” said someone in the minister to give you a little touch of Australian humour. The truth is that they don’t take it really seriously, like a bad Australian joke. They say parents feel helpless. I guess governments that are controlled by those big companies can’t do much either to stop that from happening, can they…?

While I thought I witnessed the worst behaviours during my stay in the U.S when it comes to consumerism, little did I know that there were actually countries out there trying to compete for the same inadequacies.

Not surprisingly to me, Australia has the highest rate of obesity per capita outplaying the big America in their own field, like the English taking over Australia’s supremacy in cricket.

 While I do my shopping I make a habit of looking in people’s trolley and it is despicable. Among the dozen of bottles of soda you can only find processed food, such as white bread (how dare they call that bread anyway? It’s my French side that speaks now), pack of 50 frozen (non-organic) sausages, meat pies (also non-organic nor free range), caged eggs and vegemite (which is probably the most healthy item they have in their daily ration). I could write a long article about vegemite or how the typical white Australian, and New Zealander in the same bag, spent his all existence thinking vegemite is its own food group, but let’s not go there now. Overeating is obviously a major problem in developed countries and of course fast food which are omnipresent in Australia. For $4.95 you can have a double cheese burger, fries, big frozen coke and Sunday. After all, why would you bother buying vegies and fruits that are more expensive and needs to be cut and cooked…?

Huge consumption of non- organic meat is also a major problem that needs to be issued at a higher level. Not only human body doesn’t need such a big amount of protein (on average American and Australian consumes 100 gr of protein/day while they don’t even need half of it!) but also it takes a lot of resources (100, 000 litres of water to produce 1 Kg of beef) not to mention the amount of methane that is produced. There are also good veg alternatives to meat when it comes to nutrients and protein, good free range quality eggs, nuts, legumes, organic milk, yoghurt etc.

 So take it easy with meat, unless you’re pregnant> J

 

Waste management

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We all know (or maybe not) that waste disposal is an ongoing problem that needs to be issued. Chances are our children and grandchildren will get buried under our own trash if we don’t take drastic action starting now. The truth is that we live in a disposable society where everything is single use and thrown away… For example in Australia, when you buy a coffee, not only they generously offer you a nice looking (often non-recyclable) disposable cup, but along with it comes:

- A nice white plastic lid to keep it warm

- A little jacket so that you won’t burn your pampered hands

- A sophisticated single serving sample of raw and white sugar

- The same sophisticated single serving of cream

- A plastic stick or spoon to stir

- A rigid paper tray so you can put it on the ground

- Plastic bag to carry it to your car without burning yourself…

 And there you go, you can have your warm sweet latte while driving to work. How remarkable… How developed… Well done Australia.

Speaking of waste, did you know that in Australia for one trolley full of food that is purchased, another identical trolley full of food is thrown away? In Australia 7.5 million tons of food is wasted annually. It would feed 13 million Australians for an entire year (and were not talking about rotten tomatoes or meat that turned bad here, but food that is perfectly fine to eat). For example, they throw entire bags of oranges because one of them happens to be on a different shape or is a bit softer than the others…

While in NZ, Rachel and I made a habit of going during the night and looking into dumpsters (what is called ‘dumpster diving’ and some people actually make a living out of it) to find amazing stuff that people would throw away. Brand new desks worth hundreds of dollars, printers, desk chairs and a lot of food. We found dozens of unopened bottles of organic apple juice, yoghurt, bread, fresh veggies and fruits. We even salvaged around 15 Kg of golden kiwis one day that we gave away to people in Wellington streets shouting ‘free kiwis’,’ kiwis are for eating not for throwing’. Hehe good times !

Well that’s it for today, it was not my intention to write a treaty on ecology, but there are some things I can’t keep to myself. It’s just that revolting.

 

The choice becomes whether we want to remain

part of the problem or become part of the solution.”

Anyway about me(because after all that’s what I like talking about the most),  like I said in the introduction I spent an amazing year with Rachel, she’s the most beautiful and amazing girl I’ve known. It just feels good to love freely and purely.  She has everything that I needed in my life and I am pretentious enough to think I bring her happiness as well. It is so good to share with her! We have so much love for each other that a new life has formed as a result. As I’m speaking she is 20 weeks pregnant and almost halfway through her pregnancy.  She is well and joined me in Aussie.

I proposed to her to be my fiancé presenting her with a ring that I made. We plan to marry this year. We’re sharing a room in greater Shepparton, 2 hours north from Melbourne where I work at the Orchard. Her belly is growing at a phenomenal rate, and we are able to feel it moving. He’s responding by kicking especially when I speak French to him/her.

We are so happy and joyful about the good news, very excited. So as you can imagine 2011 will be very promising. Anyway hope everything is well in your life as it is for me, dear readers, family, friends, strangers…

Peace! ;-)

 

 

Par Arnaud.bulle
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Mercredi 1 décembre 2010 3 01 /12 /Déc /2010 06:39

IMG 0890To my English fellas,

 

 It’s been a while that I haven’t written on this blog, so Yes I’m in Australia now.  In fact, it’s been the case for more than 2 month, so what the hell happened to me within those 2 month. Well, well mes amis a shit loads, heaps of stuff, Pardon my English.

 

So basically I spent a month camping in the bush at the Australian Rainbow Gathering (see picture on the right) in the beautiful mountains with the not less beautiful Rachel who illuminates the event. For the ones that are regular of my blog, they already know what the Rainbow Gathering is and who is Rachel.

 

 

For the remaining ignorant, It does not have religious purpose, nor it is related with any sect or political organisation. It is simply a bunch of people who share the same idea about life that gathers for a month celebrating life in peace and harmony by sharing food, activities around the camp and knowledges. When a decision needs to be making, then the all community is involved. Indeed, a talking circle is called and this circle is closed only until a decision is reached based on consensus. How it works is easy, simple and yet it works perfectly well. Proof that we can live a life another way than the mainstream capitalistic society has to offer.

 

Anyway after this month, me and Rachel ended up hitchhiking the east cost from Sydney to Brisbane, living up the Aussie Dream. Goood’ay Mate! I reckon this part of Australia, especially around Byron is pretty unique and special, although a bit crowded with backpackers and pseudo surfers. What amazed me the most about this country is of course its immensity, the huge land dry and flat once upon a time dominated by aboriginal community... From this land has emerged an amazing wild life offering a multitude of different species like billion of bugs and thousands of birds, snakes, kangaroo, spider etc.

 Life is everywhere but maybe the most curious creature of all is the Australian himself. Godd’ay mate! Worst than the kiwi the aussie like to call everyone(including their own mother) mate ! They are very open minded, curious about foreigners, a bit confused about their identity as Australian citizen.

 

 

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                    Mouloulaby beach

 

So yeah we ended up travelling around Byron Bay, Mullumbiby, Uki where we had some friends from the rainbow. Then Brisbane where we met Carla, rainbow sista as well. In the meantime Rachel had to go back to NZ to finish up her WHV. Sad but true... I misse her a lot but we are more connected than ever even thousands of kilometers away from each other. Growing a new life together...

 

 

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  Me and Rachel, painted face at the Rainbow

 

 I had to get back to a more individual life style and took part of a 3 dayscourse vipassana to get myself together. Purifying my mind and advancing on the long path of self realization and ego detachment, those kind of things...

 

French entry soon. Plus check out new album Australia on the right side of the site.

 

Ta

 

CU

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