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30 oct. 2012

Home, Europe

Hello freaks ! 

Yes, you've missed me, so what? I'm finally home, back in good old Berlin, after months of wandering around the world and sh**ty countries. I assume you didn't all forget about my existence of semi-professional loser, so I'll update you about the newest news. How about I start by showing off? 

Argentina was fun but expensive - seriously, since when are third world countries more expensive than France? Now that I think about it, I'm starting to regret having set my course to this nevertheless beautiful country, where I began squandering my savings. Ok, I'll stop wining for once. La Paz and Sao Paulo were cool, and the food was great. And YES, you can survive in Argentina without eating those stupid pampa steaks. 

Chile had beautiful landscapes but was a complete disaster... It showed me that, no matter what, you can only count on yourself. And when it comes to me, you can't even count on yourself. For further questions, refer to my shrink. 

Hong Kong was cooler than expected, probably because there was free Wifi at the airport. I was there for a few hours on a Sunday night, after a 14h30 flight from Los Angeles. My expectations were very low - go to the city, see stuff, eat, see stuff, go back to the airport. I managed to do all of those, and even managed to check my mails! Hong Kong is a weird place though - it's Chinese, but also English, and also very international. HK is basically an upgraded version of China, let's call it China_v.2. 

Japan was as stuck-up as your mother-in-law. Even worse - as stuck up as your mother-in-law having hemorroids. I still had a wonderful time, though, as Japanese people are the nicest in the world. And the landscapes are more than stunning. But still - the society is full of tabous and social rules and peer pressure and stuff. Have you ever listened to the song 'The great pretender' by the Platters? Well, it's a bit like that for Japan. Combined with 'The show must go on' by Queen. 
The Article 1 of the Japanese constitution: "Any attempt of showing or feeling any kind of emotions on Japanese soil shall incur criminal liability and might result in application of the death penalty." (What? This quote is a fake? Damn, that will teach me to quote Wikipedia) 
But who are we to judge? 

South Korea is a great country with nice beaches and FUC**NG typhoons looking forward to ruin your holidays. Yeah, travelling in a typhoony region during typhoon season wasn't the best idea I ever had - especially if the travelling part is done by ferry. During 19 hours. But although I was as seasick as shit, I'd do again, and perhaps a 3rd time. But unlike Bender, that wouldn't be it, I'd keep avoiding those bloody planes and take ferries if there are some available. In the name of environment, anti-mainstream and hipster attitude. 
The spicy food was delicious, although those stupid koreans don't understand the concept of vegetarianism. Damn you all! I always had to make sure they didn't add weird sea food or chicken's eyes in my food. 
Besides, Korea is like a cooler version of stuck-up Japan. Don't get me wrong, they are still somewhat uptight - let's say they are just as stuck-up as your tax collector. 

Russia was a breath of fresh air (and cheap alcohol) . People are way more cooler than in Japan & South Korea - by that I mean that they are way more rude. They will slam the door to your face and tell you to fuck off if you are in their way. In Japan, would they do the same, they would commit seppuku. Sooooo better to deal with direct people. Of course, cheap vodka helps, I guess.  

Oh, I almost forgot Lithuania! Vilnius is cute and feels like a village in the countryside (but seriously, who cares about Lithuania? Raise your hand if you knew this country existed). 



It has been a blast - and I managed not to get stolen, nor to get killed. I never lost my passport and was never bitten by street dogs. There were times were it could have gone bad - like going camping in a NON-waterproof tent when a thunderstorm is coming up, or accepting an invitation to spend the evening playing poker in a countryhouse near Moscow with 8 men from Daghestan, Armenia, Georgia or Azerbaidjan - me being the only girl. Aha.

So what did I learn from those 8 last months? Did I become happier? Did it make me a better person? Am I now an adult? Am I wise? 
People, don't be ridiculous. I'll never reach adulthood, nor will I be refered to as wise (read previous paragraph if you doubt this statement). I guess I changed after this wonderful trip, and I think I know what I want and expect from life. Happiness is not something you can buy on the black market in Vladivostok, unfortunately - but I'll keep looking! Seeing different lousy cultures showed me than being European is awesome (even though the Euro currently sucks). 


I did realise something about myself. I had taken a class at the Kyoto University about the Japanese society - one of the only interesting classes. We had to think about the concept of nation and citizenship. I have a French ID and a British passport, a German driving licence, a fake asylum seeker ID and a stolen Portuguese hunter's licence. Which made me realise that I am everything and nothing at the same time. I called you freak at the beginning of this message, but you should be throwing stones at me for being such a weirdo.


So I am back in Berlin and saw wonderful things, met awesome people, and learned a bunch of new stuff. Discovered other ways of life, and was pleased to realise that no other country reaches the greatness of the French culture. Yes, you all suck! Which made me realise that I'm not entirely home yet. Sorry Deutschland, but France wins. Mostly because of the food! 


Quand reverrai-je, hélas, de mon petit village
fumer la cheminée; et en quelle saison
reverrai-je le clos de ma pauvre maison
qui m'est une province, et beaucoup davantage? 

If you can name the poet, I'll post a video of me pole-dancing! 



Next time, you'll know more about how shitty the Japanese universities are. Because they suck!!! 

18 avr. 2012

Hong Kong

Dear readers,

It's been a while that I haven't written anything. It's a bit hard for me, as I feel this blog reached its apotheosis with the last messages about Chile. I can't imagine to experience crazier stuff than what I did back there... But hey, I'm in Japan now, so EVERYTHING is possible, and count on me to get myself in as much trouble as possible...  

This message is still not about Japan. Still have to report my Hong Kong 5 hours stop, between Los Angeles and Osaka! Have to warn you though, nothing stressful happened. So no need to prepare an adrenaline shot before reading this message.  
 
On the 7th of April, the last thing I did before leaving the Americas was kissing my libido goodbye, then boarded the plane to Asia. The flight to Hong Kong lasted 14h30. I would describe it as... a huge, massive pain in the ass. Literally. Cathay Pacific Airways rocks, the food was great (no Easter special roasted duck to my great joy), lots of different films or series or songs to hear or watch, the guy next to me was funny - though he said I looked like Steffi Graf... But at some point, exactly after the 8th hour, you're like... Oh, what, another 4h30 to go??? I'll never survive that long! Then it's even worse when you realise you're crap and made a mistake, and that you still have 6h30 to go. Maths were never my strength.

At that point you'll  loose faith in humanity - if you still had some. Because there is nothing left to do: your eyes are melting because you've been sitting 40 cm away from a screen since 8h; your ears are begging you to deactivate the repeat mode you set on 'London Calling', your leg muscles stopped responding to the synapses after the first film and you're just a thrombosis away from falling in the toilet hole, if you manage to pull yourself together and pound your fat to the bathroom to refresh yourself.

The worst part is that you know you can't sleep. I boarded on Saturday at 1pm, hence I wasn't tired, and knew I would be arriving in Hong Kong at 6:30pm. No, I didn't spend 29h30 in a plane, people: don't you listen? I couldn't sleep when I should have and couldn't when I wanted (great example of the different meanings of the word 'I could'). So after watching Twilight, the beginning of Carnage and some SATC, I got bored. I wrote the second and last posts about Chile. Then got bored again, besides my eyes were starting to bleed due to an overdosis of screens. So I started meditating. But then they served us dinner. So I decided to get pissed and ordered their best wine, then a second glass, then a third. Then... a fourth? Things got dizzy at that point. But the wine was ok. 

And then, finally! I understand the feeling that sailors must have had when somebody on the ship first saw a piece of land, after neverending weeks or months of hard labour on shipboard. Hong Kong, at last! After 14h30 of bedsores, boredom, drunkenness. Asia! The new world! Well, the second new world. Well this wasn't enough to rouse me from my torpor, it wasn't until I got this passport stamped that I could understand where I was. 

The schedule of my next flight could enable me to spend 5 hours on the spot. So I took the train from the Airport to Victoria, AKA Hong Kong Island. Here's a map. Needless to say which program I used? 


20 minutes and the equivalent of 10€ less later, I arrived in Victoria. Time was limited so I hurried my ass around the city and headed straight to the famous escalators: the longuest outdoor escalator system of the world, built in 1993. They cover a distance of about 800 meters and an elevation of 130 meters, and run down from 6 till 10 am, then up until midnight. It's actually a bunch of about 10 to 15 escalators, it's not just one. And best of all: it's for free!

Going up
I stopped at about Hollywood Road and looked for the Man Mo temple, which is famous for... closing too early??? This sucker was closed as I arrived, so nothing much to say about it. Why do temples have to close on Sunday evenings before 10pm? Seriously. That's bad for tourism. 

Man Mo, I'll be back.
After this desaster I took a few pictures of here and there:


This and that
And then the earthquake created by my rumbling stomach drove my feet to a small cheap restaurant where good food and E.coli could be served.



I wanted to order good old vegetarian food. But all I got was an oil soup with a few noodles and tofu swimming inside. But tasted good. After a while I realised that I had to keep going if I wanted to catch that other flight. So I left, took a tramway to the ferry dock and enjoyed the ride. 



Spot the odd one out! Isn't there something unsual in this picture? Come on... You can't see? No clue? Damn, you really have to learn to read carefully. I said I arrived on the evening, and this picture was taken during daytime. Besides, I could never take such a well-composed picture. I admit it: google provided me with this picture.

After a nice fun ferry ride, I arrived on the other side, in Kowloon (stupid name, if you want my advice).

Who's she waving at?

Decency prevents me from giving a nickname to this tower
Sorry about the wobbly pictures, people. But if I may remind you, it's night. So back off and get a subscription at National Geographic if you want to see nice pictures. 

Victoria downtown
I walked a bit around, managed not to get lost nor mugged, did a bit of window-shopping 

Hong Kong, where J.Lo and her crew go shopping
I got myself a kiwi-pear juice from a street seller, and after paying, realised they also make (in different bowls of course...) soup out of shark fin. I gave my money to the devil !!! Damn Chinese people, may you all rot in hell. 

I was short on time so headed back to the airport. And saw the line of Japanese people waiting for my flight to Osaka. Saw their outfits, their looks, saw them talk and laugh, and realised, those 5 months in Japan will definitely be remembered.

Thanks for reading! 

Claire