Vote for Prashant!! 52525

There we go, finally in the night train with Robi and Alexis direction Darjeeling, hoping for a bit of more relaxed time after the crazyness of Kolkata... In the train I think of all the good and the bad time I had with my computer which died a few hours earlier after fantastic services during the past 4 years. Suddenly, we see every passenger giving some money to two travestites who where sort of begging down the coach..... what ???// that is really strange// earlier on in the day another travestite tried to pickpocket me pretty aggressively/// what is going on in this country the ladyboy are rather strong;;; we finally got the explanation. In india, they are a sect and the throw the bad eye to who doesn't give them money, and apparently it is a great business to be travestite in here, it is like the mafia every single one in the train/// appart from us three /// gave them money.... Normal in India is just different. Once in New Jaipa... can't remember the end of the name let us say Siliguri, we took a jeep to Darjeeling. Some people said we were meant to be abovee the clouds ,,,, well we have been "in the clouds!!! oh my god!!
We were meant to see amazing landscape of the Himalaya, and we saw winter, white everything white.... so we spent most of the days eating momos (local dish).... one night, as we were coming out of a retaurant (basically after 3 kilos of momos) we suddenly heard a massive crowd singing and dancing coming up the hill. A really emotional image like the end of a war or somethinglike that, of course we joined and started yelling some phonetically closed sounds as the crowd and dancing with the people. We asked a few people what it was but it took long to understand as the reaon so crazy was>>>" it is for Prashant !!, Prashant he is in final!! youpi! " Prashant is noone else than a policeman from Darjeeling who is now in final of Idian Idol the singing contest/// and that is the reason for the crazyness. In the morning, every house had a poster for supporting Prashant, mentioned the name to anyone and you will get a shiny smile. Prashant is a national hero; funds were collected from everywhere to send sms to vote for him. To help him to win you too you can send an sms to 52525 ( you probabaly need the indian code first). WE spent money to support the boy and felt part of his success. Facinating! After the crazy party we decided to go on a trek for a few days to see the amazing mountains/// once again not much chance there. But the money was well spent // we had the crappest guide on earth to guide us..>> his name was pretan and I can only derecommend him from all my strength. Pretan looks white but speaks Nepali; he has 5 rings on each hand and has this skill of being able to speak about 10 words per second for hours without breathing but only in Nepali...... in english during the trek, he was mute. To start with, we were on a jeep for 5 hours where we thought we'd have a private one/// ononono we were 25 on a jeep where in Europe you would fit 10 persons max:: 18 inside + 7 on the roof. As the locals are not used to cars, Alexis had to hold the old lady adn her daughter who vomited the food they ate during the last year for 5 hours so that they wouldn't fall of the jeep. As you would have understood it, we were happy to walk after this long time in the jeep. And we soon understood something:: Pretan and his Sherpa were not good walkers!! and we had to wait for them all the time:: as soon as the way was going up, we would lose them and we had to wait for them each time there was a crossing in order to know where to go. At night the highlight was to eat some Yak and drink some undrinkable alcoohol, which name I can't remember, listening to the fashist arguments of Pretan...... lovely! Anyway I had a great time with the two frenchies who came along. and we even got to see the mountains on the last day at 6.34 in the morning as the owner of the hotel still brushing its teeth woke the whole hotel up so that his clients could finally see the mountains;;; he did well, 15 min later the clouds went back on stage..... After Darjeeling I made my way (alone,,, it had been a month I have been travelling parents and friends) to Nepal to reach Kathmandu. In the bus, we got stoped very often ( I think by the maoists rebels but I am not sure::: there was plenty of marches adn aggressive slogans...... indeed there are elections in about 2 months and I think that the pressure grows);;; and I was dead scared when we were turning right, I am pretty sure that the metal was touching the wheel, it was very loud but noone cared...... Anyway, I made it to Kathmandu, which is such a weird city... the roads are in mudd but the shops and other thing look really wealthy. Some Hippies here and there, but mostly rich tourist eager to start fantastic treks with their brand new fake "The North Face" material.... And guess what:::: I am going tomorrow rafting and then trekking around the "Annapurna" above 8000 meters (well not the trek);;; after that the plan is to go for a Safari to see Rhinoceros and tigers on elephants back in Chintaw before going back to India to Benares.
Saya, read me there!!

the bourne Identity

27,,,, I am 27.. what an old boy! is the first thought I had when I woke up in the middle of the forrest. As I mentioned in the last post, for my birthday, I was experiencing the Gibbon experience: you go for three days in the jungle trecking in the mud and sleeping in treehouses in order to see some wild gibbons. Well to be honest, we didn' t see any but we heard them at 5 in the morning and went chasing them a good hour; and unfortunately we were unlucky. Not a big deal, we saw loads of other massive insects and one snake. but the most amazing part of the experience was the zipping system::: to go from one treehouse to the other you zip you litterqlly fly from one to the other it is hqrd to describe, you roll on a cable and ziiiiiip. great great great but really hard trecks the last day we walked for 8.5 hours in the mud and I got sucked by around ten leechies/// little bastards I hate them§!!. I met the people who started the project and as the boss was french we got on pretty well. I staid one more day to work for them and create a map of the area with all the zip cables and so on. I got paid with food and a T-shirt heheh so if you happen to go there once and see a map you'll know the designer. after that I quit Laos and went quickly through Thailand to get my plane from Bangkok to Yangon. In Yangon I met my parents who I hadn't seen for 10 months,,, quite an emotion!! To get in Yangon I did in Hanoi my visa, but as they didn't have all the details they needed to process it, they invented my life hahaha I felt like Jason Bourne in The bourne Identity::// there you go I live in Zurich but I can't remember the exqct adress. I am 1.72m tall, I work as a marketing consultant for marketing Zurich ltd. and I have black hair hahahah 1.72m // yeh right not too sure about that one anyway, passing the border check I bent my knees and hoped everything would be fine. ... ouf thank the lord I went through. then I had two weeks of a different lifestyle with my parents heheh more palace then crap hostel; so my vision of Myanmar was pertty different then the way I see places normally in this trip. It was grest as a break and the people are ssoooo nice there;; great country with amazing places like Bagan or Inle lake. Well It looks like the things are changing there now and we can only hope for these poor people. After Myanlar I flew off to India to Kolkata where I met this old mate of mine The Robi.heheh quel bonheur!! India is just a different world!! It is so funny in particular the moves with the head that people do to say, yes, no, maybe;;; it is like a dance I love it. tonight we are going to Darjeeling but my computeris pissing me offffffff!! anyway
saya red me there