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Mercredi 21 mars 2007
6 AM. Can't sleep. Your eyes are still close, you're turning in the bed endlessly to find the illusion of being asleep again. You know you're awake but you don't really know where you are yet. You'll only know it once your eyes are open and will see the room you're in. You keep your eyes closed and try to imagine where you can be, avoiding the reality of seeing the room. And awake in this dream world you imagine yourself in Never ending summer, 90 mile Beach, in Napier Prison Backpacker in your cell, in your tent somewhere in the wild or in the Southern Laughter, Queenstown... You imagine yourself somewhere in New Zealand. But something inside you knows you're not there. The bed is too comfy and too big. There are no other snoring people in the room and it doesn't smell the smell of 10 sleeping people who slept there all night.
My eyes are now open, I see the Southern Cross over my head and smile. A smile full of sadness as I know it is the New Zealand flag I just put on the ceiling of my room. The air is fresh, I look around and see the familiar room where, except for NZ, I've been sleeping for the past 15 years... home
It's been 5 days I'm home now, I haven't seen the sun, the grey parisian weather is still as bad as I remember, half raining half snowing, fully shitty. It is being back I realise how much in a dream world I've been living... And how difficult it is to come back.
I believe the path of your life is made of the choices you make. Two years ago now I've been offered a good job with good money in a good company, and I decided to leave to New Zealand. Choosing the job, I would have been a completely different person today than the stranger who's writing this. And today it seems I can't go back to what I was. I can't go back to a life in Paris with a job, using public transportation everyday, working as hell to get enough money to live with. There is so much to see and so much to experience that Paris just doesn't sound right.
Travelling is a kind of drug. A drug so powerful that once you experienced it, you can't go back. And most of all, travelling is freedom. I read a book on my last week in New Zealand, called The Beach. They made a movie of that book but I haven't seen it and I've been told the book was really cool to read when you travel. It is the story of an english guy who arrives in Tailand, seeking for adventure. And the way it is made, I recognised myself very often in the way a foreigner discovers a new culture. And he made a point I agree with, which is the difference between a tourist and a traveller. A tourist wants to see as many things as possible in a very short time, takes pictures all the time and all he will remember years after will be the memories from the places he took the pictures. A traveller takes time to experience things, to see by himself and to adapt to his new environment. He doesn't want to see, he wants to understand. A tourist want his environment to adapt to himself where a traveller change himself to be a part of the place... I guess you have to be a traveller once to understand that, and once it's done, you don't want to come back as a tourist...
I didn't bring back any present for many reasons. First I had no room in my luggges, and then you always have to be politically correct and to offer something to B if A has something and all this bullshit I hate. The only thing I can offer is my story, but it costs a few beers :p The story of my experience in New Zealand. And if by any chance I can make someone leave and try and overseas experience, then I know I offered much more to this person than any present can offer.
Now there is only one thing that can make me stay in Paris and in few weeks of time I'll know if it's worth staying here. But as long as I'm in France, I'm not a frog anymore and the story of this weblog will end now. I'll have a mobile in a few days with a new number, and those who want to get in touch with me know how to do so.
And to end this message I will quote St Augustine, who once said "The world is a book, and those who do not travel, read only one page."
cya in another life
jb
My eyes are now open, I see the Southern Cross over my head and smile. A smile full of sadness as I know it is the New Zealand flag I just put on the ceiling of my room. The air is fresh, I look around and see the familiar room where, except for NZ, I've been sleeping for the past 15 years... home
It's been 5 days I'm home now, I haven't seen the sun, the grey parisian weather is still as bad as I remember, half raining half snowing, fully shitty. It is being back I realise how much in a dream world I've been living... And how difficult it is to come back.
I believe the path of your life is made of the choices you make. Two years ago now I've been offered a good job with good money in a good company, and I decided to leave to New Zealand. Choosing the job, I would have been a completely different person today than the stranger who's writing this. And today it seems I can't go back to what I was. I can't go back to a life in Paris with a job, using public transportation everyday, working as hell to get enough money to live with. There is so much to see and so much to experience that Paris just doesn't sound right.
Travelling is a kind of drug. A drug so powerful that once you experienced it, you can't go back. And most of all, travelling is freedom. I read a book on my last week in New Zealand, called The Beach. They made a movie of that book but I haven't seen it and I've been told the book was really cool to read when you travel. It is the story of an english guy who arrives in Tailand, seeking for adventure. And the way it is made, I recognised myself very often in the way a foreigner discovers a new culture. And he made a point I agree with, which is the difference between a tourist and a traveller. A tourist wants to see as many things as possible in a very short time, takes pictures all the time and all he will remember years after will be the memories from the places he took the pictures. A traveller takes time to experience things, to see by himself and to adapt to his new environment. He doesn't want to see, he wants to understand. A tourist want his environment to adapt to himself where a traveller change himself to be a part of the place... I guess you have to be a traveller once to understand that, and once it's done, you don't want to come back as a tourist...
I didn't bring back any present for many reasons. First I had no room in my luggges, and then you always have to be politically correct and to offer something to B if A has something and all this bullshit I hate. The only thing I can offer is my story, but it costs a few beers :p The story of my experience in New Zealand. And if by any chance I can make someone leave and try and overseas experience, then I know I offered much more to this person than any present can offer.
Now there is only one thing that can make me stay in Paris and in few weeks of time I'll know if it's worth staying here. But as long as I'm in France, I'm not a frog anymore and the story of this weblog will end now. I'll have a mobile in a few days with a new number, and those who want to get in touch with me know how to do so.
And to end this message I will quote St Augustine, who once said "The world is a book, and those who do not travel, read only one page."
cya in another life
jb
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hi bro, i know how do u feel and i dont want to understant it soon...im still happy in NZ, so i keep a new bottle of vodka in freezer , just in case if u come around...take care
see ya
'tain quand j'ai lus le premier paragraphe j'ai cru que tu t'etais pris une vieille murge et que tu alle te lever a cote d'un gros thon, hehehehe.
tout a fait d'accord avec toi sur les voyages, c'est po moi qui vait dire le contraire, je te conseil le livre suivant : "de l'usage du monde" a lire absolument pour tout ceux qui aiment voyager, c'est de nicolas bouvier. dans ce livre il y a une phrase qui a motive ma vie de voyageur: "arrange toi pour toujours obtenir ce que tu aimes sinon tu finiras par aimer ce que tu obtiens"