The songs played on the broadcast of December 15, 2008 at Radio CIFA 104.1 FM.
1. Lesly Duppas - Ebenezer Scrooge
2. Blou - It's Christmas
3. Studio B - O Christmas tree
The songs played on the broadcast of December 8, 2008 at Radio CIFA 104.1 FM. 1. Studio B - My Winter 2. Blou - live love Christmas 3. Great Upheaval - Disturbed 4. Lesly Duppas - Christmas Dream 5. The Twangeux Monday night - It's Christmas in Clare 6. Baptist - Eldo 7. 1755 - I love you
The songs played on the issue of June 11, 2007 at Radio CIFA 104.1 FM. 1. Jason Saulnier, and André Muise - The hunter of the crank
The songs played on the issue of June 4, 2007 at Radio CIFA 104.1 FM. 1. Blou - Pied-à-terre
The songs played on the issue of 28 May 2007 CIFA 104.1 FM Radio. 1. Zachary Richard - The Ballad of Jackie Vautour 2. Blou - Set a BLOU 3. Trans Akadi - The flower of my life
The songs played on the issue of 21 May 2007 CIFA 104.1 FM Radio. 1. Naughty mackerel - Here is the 2. Blou - Johnny can not dance 3. Pauline LeBlanc - Meeting LeBlanc
of songs played on the issue of May 14, 2007 at Radio CIFA 104.1 FM. 1. Lennie Gallant - Lack of courage 2. The twangeux Monday evening - Lakes of Clare 3. Beausoleil Broussard - The barouette 4. Sou'wester - Male sea
The songs played on the issue of May 7, 2007 at Radio CIFA 104.1 FM. 1. Herb LeBlanc - The from above and from below 2. Acadian Trio - Prayer of Joseph Dugas 3. Blou - Bloody Creek 4. Great Upheaval - The man has no accent 5. Jacobus and Maleco - Icitte for good 6. Eric Surette - The molue 7. Beausoleil Broussard - The barouette 8. Norma Gallant - The shoppe has Houmard 9. Emile Benoit - Living Rose 10. Sou'wester - Twinkle, mist
The songs played on the broadcast of 30 April 2007 CIFA 104.1 FM Radio. 1. New Station Wagon - door behind 2. O'neil Devost - Harley Kid 3. Zachary Richard - On the shores of Lac Bijou 4. Dwayne Paul - Dancing in the land of Sagouine 5. Marie-Jo Thério - Moncton 6. Sweet People - Maria Dolores 7. Baptists - I learned to speak 8. Marcel Aymar - The acadjonne
The songs played on the broadcast of 23 April 2007 CIFA 104.1 FM Radio. 1. Great Upheaval - Marriette 2. Baptist - A foreign 3. Doug Kershaw - Louisiana man 4. Zachary Richard - Marjoliane 5. Blou - For Angels graves 6. Andre Aucoin - Cape Rougien 7. Herb LeBlanc - The frenchy
The songs played on the broadcast of 16 April 2007 CIFA 104.1 FM Radio. 1. Roland and Johnny - Acadia our hearts 2. Bruce Daigrepont - Acadia Louisiana 3. Denis Comeau - The game 4. Great Upheaval - Charlotte 5. Jeanne Doucet Currie, - Mystery of Jerome 6. Phillip and Wendell - Behind my spine 7. 1755 - The world has changed
The songs played on the show April 9, 2007 CIFA 104.1 FM Radio. 1. Francois Thibault - The wedding of Denis Pana 2. Denis Comeau - Y'ousse what fish? 3. Denis Comeau - The Rat Cellar 4. Great Upheaval - The man has no accent 5. Cayouche - Roll, roll 6. Maxwelton Playboys - The canoe trip
The songs played on the issue of 2 April 2007 CIFA 104.1 FM Radio. 1. Francois Thibault - Tupper Warne 2. 57 Chevy - First 3. The twangeux Monday evening - Jerome 4. Blou - Come Away Cafe 5. Eric Surette - My last fishing 6. Beausoleil Broussard - The barouette 7. Herman and Jason - The St. Mary's Bay 8. Marlene Boudreau - The Covers carapa Grosses 9. Francois Thibault - The sea and fish 10. Baptist - Eldo 11. Fish Box Eddie - February 2
The songs played on the broadcast of 26 March 2007, CIFA 104.1 FM Radio. 1. Robert Paquette - Jamaica 2. Phillip and Wendell - The nicknames 3. Suroit - In light mist 4. The wicked mackerel - Girl Bar 5. Blou - Mama Rosin 6. The wicked mackerel - The beautiful gallant 7. Great Upheaval - Charlotte 8. Lennie Gallant - The lack of courage
The songs played on the broadcast of 19 March 2007, CIFA 104.1 FM Radio. 1. Suroit - while going through Saulnierville Station 2. Jason Saulnier, and André Muise - The bastchule Margo 3. Marcel Aymar - The Eloueze of Concessions 4. Blou - Acadia Two Step 5. Herman and Jason - Peter Paul 6. Len LeBlanc - The Mountain 7. Denis Comeau - Y'ousse what fish?
Starts ... full of mistakes to correct, sort, store .... and good luck for the future pavement ahead. It's heavy and I was tired I read 2 pages in the 50's. Doc file. pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff. return in 15 days ... Or next winter ... I advise you to Madagascar and Australia ca seems to me the least worst to read.
India and Nepal, the end of a long journey. I remembered a certain closed-mindedness on my part, this is the end of a journey into the world of 18 months, and I think I was just tired. We all love Nepal, India by cons and we love it ha ra ï same time.
How to be disgusted with the Hindus in less than 10 seconds. I am in Calcutta at a crossroads. I want only one thing. Cross the road. Not obvious but not insurmountable. A nenette reaches out to her husband, this one pushes the limit violently stamping. The scene lasts a split second but I am the one meter behind. The girl about 20 years, she instinctively turns and looks around. Forces that would not shame in this situation. And then a stranger and more. oh la la ..... She is obedient and she owes him more respect and has not borrowed a pedestrian crossing for several days, may be more or never will know. Nobody has ever encouraged to think. The idea of rebellion was the way to go. not obvious, the arrival in Calcutta, it is hot in June. it does not smell the jasmine here, it stinks of piss.
She says immediately to her husband that I look at what is wrong, I watch them because they are in the field of vision to cross. I think only cross the road. The guy turns around, takes her by the hand (good for her) and looks at me as if I was something incredibly foul. I spell his best grin with a look of killer like I'm gonna kill you, really. Jealousy in the extreme and classic or quite normal. During the second a little shocking it eventually look down. with little change of expression if it is a smile of amazement. Imagine, you walk down the street, there is one woman for every 100 men, and yet it is either old or rich or lucky to be born.
Muslims in some countries at least is the cream, they have the right to leave her with a veil, it's cool actually. There's no veil, but they remain at home. I find it deplorable that was me more about living conditions Indian women before because I would never come. I mean, you made poems about the smells, food, landscapes and blablabla, it awakens your senses ... but they are completely WEST tourists or what! In fact they are just disgusting these Indians. There is it a country where human rights are trampled for 300 million people. Slaves behind the facades. China, no, it's wrong, at least they are treated has equal, far from the idea that we can make it, China in 2008. Afghan women blablabla .. Modern slavery is not recognized by the international community.
On the way back, stopping in North India is very difficult, the heat of June is impossible to live, I'm not open to learn a lot more for the now and then ... Kathmandu you know, hippies, drugs, traveling backpackers, Annapurna, the cool, calm. 'll have to see! bus!
After 6 days in India, I'm sick. 50 degrees is not a decent temperature for a human, really hot Varanasi. 6 liters of water a day is good for health, sick of sunshine, so white, clear, at 8am it is already too hot to go outside, it was in June, the Ganges is at low level. sitting in the shade. The food is not fresh. Kolkata, my city of arrival in India made me sick. Normally I just avoid the fish, even though I am far from the sea, bad memories. Small restaurants are not the most dangerous, at least the customers are local, food is rotated and fresh. Unfortunately
. It's been a long time without a lot of big flop. Having cold 50 degrees is possible after 3 days in india, poor main course, a lot of adapting to the sweltering heat. After I did not really planning to Nepal but in the mountains, at altitude and it is the only way to get back on their feet. Explains awkwardly in the previous post is just a problem of slavery that bothers me in India, a society of men, the way, was about the controversy repeatedly about the ban the burka in France. View the situation in India, two from France, their emancipation has long-term or immediate loss of public life as here. Much doing nothing, we will win the right way over the centuries. A little more important to address. Anyway, I may be changing their minds. But the India I'm surprised
In any case, I'm better in Nepal, recovering. It's much easier to live. Hindu and Buddhist religions have common origins, they are 50 to 50 here. It dramatically increases the number of women out there and Hinduism is more liberated than I have seen in Calcutta. At 800 meters you win a few degrees, 35 is cool. 25 to Kathmandu at 1300 m even better.
I'm in Pokhara, a small town, the second largest tourist Nepal dansretrouve in a neighborhood with tourists beside a lake. There seems to be a hundred hotels and many grocery stores, restaurants and souvenir shops. Yet many of these hotels are empty 11 months out of 12. Looks like Lake Toba in Sumatra, a tourist area deserted. It makes cheap hotels for great service, 3 Euro TV, bathroom, fan. They catch up a little on the food and I'm sick when I eat chips I need it more than ten, rations dwarf here. And suddenly, they are all AC, some food in Europe, America exclusively with portions of chic restaurants. This is not the super food, I always look forward to return to AC, but it's pretty good compared al'Asie in general. Cons by direct order steak frites 2 each. They're mad it's not expensive and they know it. For 2 or 4 euros they are 3 and 3 to cook has to watch (a lot). It is the organization of disorder common to poor countries but by the number of Nepalese present for so few customers and revenue that see also poverty. They flock here to work 2 hours in 15 hours.
Same for travel agencies lend to sell you a trek every 10 meters. I wonder how they live. $ 30 per day for a trek, one off-budget, two, I have more money, my real three-guide does not speak English, it will pay $ 3 a day, I think. And the remaining $ 27 ... hun, I do not eat for $ 27 per day right? No competition is fierce and prices are suitable for western tourists with 15 days holiday in Nepal. It must be good, I'll come back on holiday around October, November, good season. As in India after the monsoon. IL raining a little, they are not major storms either, ca drizzle today, the landscape is dry and the humidity does not allow for super visibility. A pity, I was not information but to see, season or not.
And no, censor beep beep.
Arrives in Kathmandu, I continue my treatment of EUR 3 chicos restaurants dish. 1.7 euros great beer is the crisis here. It's expensive.
This place has it all. The district Thalem. It's ten times as big as Khao San Road in Bangkok. There are no hippies, no whores, no beggars, vendors hashish every ten meters with a cop who monitors at each street corner to get his probably had. Travel agencies, souvenir shops, money changer has regular intervals, one in three actually. You take ... Streets, you add quite old buildings, like old city without the bells and blocks, and you change the jewelry stores in vinasse those little souvenir seller commerces.Un then another and then a igh a grocery store a money change a hotel, another hotel, streets barely wide enough for 2 cars, the concentration of foreigners in hotels in this area of Kathmandu. Plus a few motorbikes, hundreds lend you a crush or just lend you a blow eardrums was honking, some thousands of Nepalis rich or less rich who make their lives and you do not even need to come to get an idea.
In any case I feel at home in the old neighborhood for Asian tourists. After that lack of surprises ... but it is routine.
Back in India I think my visa ended on July 14. I have my flight Delhi-Colombo-Paris on August 13 with date changed, fortunately, because a month in India's gonna be hot. 180 euros. The Colombo-Paris with the same company costs 300 euros. They are weird airlines sometimes. Gold coast of Australia has made Paris ca, 320 euros. Cheers for single trips.
an introduction, conclusion, or in parentheses. This is my travelogue on a trip to backpack for a year and a half starting in Beijing and ending in Delhi via Australia. It is badly written. I now have a big job to write a little more interest to readers. This is not a backpacker's guide with cheap price and good restaurants, there are cons with ideas of places to see, things to do, my impressions of the different cultures at the time that no longer reflect necessarily my opinion in hindsight. Joys, small blues. Page titles with the country have more things to do with the content.
Damn, I am the blues. Happy and sad return to end this adventure. One and a half of wandering. 4 years if I count Madagascar and Martinique. All that for having to turn the page. A dream that was realized to study the world around us. You give me my cap anthropology or still need to learn to write? Go
this is not the time for assessment, the wait time for a depressed sort of self psychoanalysis (I invent words now). Write a bit to take stock of his health mental. It helps me a lot this year was not too off.
No, just kidding. As if anyone living outside the system some time back was to stamp. Funny idea received. We stamp before leaving, unless they returned. The adaptation will be easy, I'm going home. I have not changed, over my 16 years, finished my 20 years. Do not tell me about an open mind but facilitates adaptation, flexibility. Do not tell me about closed-mindedness (though) but to diverse viewpoints and varied a bit more radical as they should. But then, especially, especially not associate the words India and smells to me. I smell the jasmine no girls here, it stinks of piss.
Go, return to this magnificent initiatory journey from Beijing to Delhi via Sydney.
I've left in Kathmandu. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh I love. As I like Wuhan, Chongqing, China or even. Tadlo and 4000 islands in Laos. Penang, Malaysia. Bukit Lawang and Lake Maningjau in Sumatra. Phnom Penh and Bangkok same, and yes I like Bangkok, it is the facts speak not my spiel negative about this city. I love Tasmania and Sydney too. And Tulear and Mangily. I love Madagascar seems far today. Martinique and deemed racist by people who have heard from people who have never heard puts one foot over there, ok but can be a little remetons things in perspective. Walou, no racism to me the bottom. All these places I likes to discover the chain as a drug to travel. And I forget. These are not the inevitable or surprising. It's just the mood, context and meetings. Kathmandu is one of them, it's good to live in tourist mowing. here I am at Agra has the Taj Mahal 100 m, 200 ok good. Reconciled with India "and yes" I do not condone the fact that it stinks of piss, I do not condone the treatment they inflict on their women by keeping them ignorant, trapped, while a subject of international community involvement Travellers continued to associate India with "delicate scents and colors" my ass yes. The facades are gray mine but good. Well, they are nice these Indians. It was just over 6 days to adapt. It's not very complicated, they know the tourists since the hippies, it's old but it's not an easy country to take charge.
short here more than anywhere, you have to be flexible. I do not condone censorship China, corruption Madagascar, Cambodian or Laotian. The treatment of women in Malaysia, India and Indonesia. Trafficking of precious stones in India coming straight from the hands of a small African ready to die in a mouse hole to enrich these ... The nuclear policy of my government that the future of my country more beautiful radioactive discharge in the world. Yet I go. The world toune do not round and has less to stay at home locked up has read books by candlelight. Without thereby departing from the I will not because they are not good as it should.
Pff. But what I said. Yeah, Kathmandu is better.
Kathmandu, the strike is for 76 or something like that. The means peace since 2006 but no pot these days is the strike ... more ... I must leave the country, my visa expires in 48 hours. Transport strike and they protest by blocking main roads. Think 24 h to 300 km that separates me from the border. That crisis, um, crap.
And I have two ideas of genius. Either I buy a Yak, a can of 10 liters, biscuits and a compass and heading for the border through fields and mountains eating yak hot, still steaming fresh steps in the villages. Either there is always a solution and it is Sunday morning. I am French and it knows about strike. Strike in the night from Sunday to Monday is over the forces of a French or Nepali, hehehe. 17 h towards the bus station. The bus is full and the only one tonight. Shit. But everything works out, I'm white, so rich, so VIP. For 600 rupees, 6 euros, they emit a Beijing and make me a place. This is 2 times the price, but hey, okay, it's nice to be white.
10 hours later, I arrive in Nepalganj, border Nepali, as planned, without incident, the Maoists strikers and slept deeply. This border post parrait me the fastest route between Kathmandu and Agra, Delhi. Little employed by foreigners. I filed a rickshaw to the border. I sign the register and see the last tourist has to be happening was Japanese 4 days ago. Needless to say, road infrequent. The customs let me go. I ask my stamp, he said he did not and I made a nice sign to make me happy. It is not yet here and not even compute a buffer, your signature will do after all.
Branch 2 km of no man's land. This cunt pedicab laid before me a bus to Lucknow. It's pouring, I'm quenching, walk in 10 cm of mud, what a story to make 1 meter with 15 kg on the back without breaking the mouth. But basically, here I am illegal.
That's Mr. cyclo, you understand that I went to the Taj Mahal before you have to take me to see the police chief. Turn around, I'll pay you well for that you pay your backchich unjustified I know, but you have to pay because he must share, because I'm white, rich and you do not put your young driver sticker, or when your right rear wheel is deflated. Attempted manslaughter, this can be expensive. I add not to be taken literally but close.
I deposited at the border post which had a magnifying glass. I wake up the chief, it is 11 am in the morning, he takes a nap, 2 taps on the shoulder was all nice flicks of hello hello. He wakes with a smile and sends me to the doctor.
The doctor is the spitting image of Gandhi in thinner. If so ... His office is a table, 3 chairs and a stack of file. Just 2 walls, his office was outside. It must me diagnose swine flu, which I did not, I hope finally. He begins to swear against its leaders. He can not afford to make a diagnosis and apparently they want it. The only logical way is to put me under observation. It smells bad, it smells bad. Spend 3 days in his office does not enchant me. Against them by the doctor and the police chief, they seem satisfied by this method.
Small break to reflect on H1N1 cases, the signature of Nepalis do not act out of Nepal, You'll turn around and you get your stamp by the right people. Yeah easy to say is not the cyclo will help me, passport or visa not said anything, you can explain where to go for me, please.
I knew this last border crossing turns into anything. They want me to finish my passport beautée is the last blank page they attack. 2 Nepali speakers and I have my PAD. Indian side I return shots big hello customs that are starting repere me. It was time, this time it's good.
6 people in the office with me watching me, I completed the paperwork for a good quarter of an hour he checked an hour. We discuss my trip, flu, their AC is a big problem, he called his boss who reminded, is the feet and hands ready to his superiors how to manage the situation properly. This is the kind of charismatic and authoritarian leader pisses his superiors. I laugh, too, they are symathiques and have a more than comic.
3 hours later, I have a head like a pumpkin strength to listen to talk about anything and everything, flu, travelers from the end of the world in Indian and English. But I spent a good time and had no fever grows, He hands me my passport and looks sad to me to leave. Well thank you guys, if I promise I will return back to Nepal to see you make me pay for a theme and ask for a thermal camera and a Pentium 4 it will be the next class to impress the Japanese, who made off-piste.
Sniff, bye guys, good to meet you, Namaste. This flu has created a good time at the end of the world and reconciled me with the Indians of my arrival. Surprising and easy to introduce, they do not feel concerned and adhere because I do not speak of them but others. Finally, your point of view. These people of course speak English, they have a good education, damn, some have a damn good education to know Napoleon, Louis XIV and Normandy. Western culture is a little known. Explain that to an Indian who speaks as an Indian, not for tomorrow.
It is 15 pm the same day. and I'll speed up the resume of a busy day in ... you know.
We share a taxi, a big 4x4 has 10 in there to go to Lucknow. I sympathize with a young Nepali-Srilankano multi-lingual in Srilanka which returns after 3 years to meet the mother of his fiancee. Text, translation, word for word. Her mother is Nepalese, Sri Lankans and his father, he travels a lot. Make the road with a backpacker's Sri Lankans, the luxury, it changes the Canadian, English and Israeli. It changes the routine ahaha. As far as I can remember the only Sri Lankan who has I never spoke, ate pizza has Tulear (Madagascar) between two stones biz.
Arrive Lucknow, off the beaten tourist, it is hard to find a hotel. I think they are racist. Be my friend is Pakistani and a part of me hides the truth. Or the North Indians do not like South Indian or Sri Lankan. either they take us for gay, who knows ... Let's really the period of examinations and Lucknow, a city renowned for education in the area is armored private school students.
On-line reconciliation. It takes us into a diner's mouth or get drunk beers at once from the 65cl to 8 degrees between Indian middle class. Nice, it's been a long time without a good drunk. Transport fares are incredibly cheap, I paid 4 times the price by finding cheap ca.
In Lucknow, it also eats Kabaab. This is not the same as those of Turkey in Nantes. The for 20 cents is 2 pancakes and 4 meatballs. These delicious kebabs of Lucknow. Furthermore I do not understand the reputation of spicy food in India. Eat Local in Thailand or Indonesia (the worst for my taste) and Indian food parrait almost bland, nan correct dose, or simply not exaggerate. Finally personal printing, it depends may be regions. Each surprises. So
for food in Asia. - 1 The Indo-Pakistani restaurants in Penang, Malaysia. it's good, that's all. - 2 The momos, dumplings TIBETAN findable in China in Kathmandu and in Tibet TFW, - 3 The Kabab Lucknow, mug I have the recipe, it's unbelievable. - 4 the pasta carbonara and Western food kathmandou.Les best pasta carbo asia even if he did not even need the ecore burn a little creme fraiche, it changes everything. - 5 the big mac mac from bangkok, and hamburgers in Australia. What ben! - 6 The nasi goreng, pat thai and forget all specialties. - 7 milkshakes or fruit shakes in Laos, Thailand Cambodia. a preference for the milkshake-Cambodians, great art. - 8 The Indian samosas and all these little machines based puff pastry
for worse - X spicy chicken in Beijing. This is a chicken plucks empty. cutting thousands of pieces of 3 mm with the bones. All served in a bowl of chili. 1 for 3 pieces of chicken chili. I have never spit fire like that. - Z Forget the steak fry Vietnamese. resembles more a of vomit that was boiled and reconstituted for a semblance of appearance of steak.
I was at the Taj mahal agra, I talk about food as it sights at the reputation of deliberately poisoning its customers, a scam which kills some longtime visitors. normally it's over, but if a doctor needs money, it could fall on me. My chief of Martinique is returned from a trip to India is seriously ill. You would see the kitchens. They are like puppies Malagasy prisons. Finally immagine! Cheers
India, long live the delicate scent of roses and jasmine in my ... I miss my country.
