<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:44:31.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On thE wAy tO iNdiA ... !  !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-8678837537708205258</id><published>2007-06-24T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:08.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIA !</title><content type='html'>Et voila!&lt;br /&gt;En ce samedi 22 juin, je suis arrive a New Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;3 mois et demi de voyage a travers 7 pays d europe, la Turquie, l Iran et le PAkistan.&lt;br /&gt;3 mois et demi de route, avec plus de 10 000 km au compteur,&lt;br /&gt;3 mois et demi de paysages pas trop mal ;-)  , ..&lt;br /&gt;bien sur mais aussi plein de rencontres de tous genres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas mecontent, donc, le petit Yannick !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumons les derniers moment depuis mon entree en territoire pakistanais a Quetta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Quetta etait assez special, dans le pakistan, je m en rend compte maintenant apres avoir vu autre chose...un territoire tribal avec tout ce qui va avec...des traditions enormes,pas toujours geniales... Au final le pakistan me semble maintenant ....a 99pc identique a l Inde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Quetta donc , j ai tente l autopstop comme prevu...mais 30 min m ont suffi pour abandonner...&lt;br /&gt;- Trop chaud&lt;br /&gt;- Trop de monde (de mendiants, notamment...impossible de stopper entourre de 10 enfants tendant la main...et puis ca me met pas a l aise...)&lt;br /&gt;- Pas de bon spot ou stopper\&lt;br /&gt;- Pas assez de camion.&lt;br /&gt;Bref direction la gare. 26h de trajet (l un des plus horrible de ma vie, meme si j avais mon propre compartiment). poussiere, temperature pres des 50 degres...J arrive a Lahore completement noir et puant comme jamais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 premiere nuit a Lahore en hotel routard.&lt;br /&gt;Chaud, tres chaud..a nouveau pas loin des 50....coupure d electrici&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rn5JGNniurI/AAAAAAAAATs/SR8QJbiT084/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rn5JGNniurI/AAAAAAAAATs/SR8QJbiT084/s200/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079577800804055730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;te et donc de FAN toutes les 4 - 5 heures...L horreur !!! OPeration transpiration ! Et puisl ambiance routard me pompe parfois un peu, ces types qui passent leur temps a compter leur photos et raconter leurs aventures...ouais !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rn5IWdniuoI/AAAAAAAAATU/H-RJdcmCK6g/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rn5IWdniuoI/AAAAAAAAATU/H-RJdcmCK6g/s200/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079576980465302146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Je passe donc chez un hote Hospitalitylub le lendemain. Ubaid&lt;br /&gt;Tres sympa et interessant. Je resterai 1 semaine en sa compagnie. Architecte, il est tres cultive, interesse en spiritualite, et musique...Genail ! comme moi !&lt;br /&gt;Experiences muscalles au programme donc...Il m invite a jouer dans une ecole de village pauvre dans laquelle ilest benevole dans un premier. AUssi, lui meme prennant  des c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rn5IidniupI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZMwBpXob3OQ/s1600-h/DSCN4801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rn5IidniupI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZMwBpXob3OQ/s200/DSCN4801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079577186623732370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ours de musique classique indienne, nous passeront plusieurs soirees chez son guru (une salle de rencontre entre artiste de max 4m sur 4) (ici l apprentissage de la musique est quasi spirituel et la relation eleve- professeur va au dela de l argent partage). Son guru est me dit il l un des "dinosaures" de la musique classique indienne, mais tres accessible...En europe , om paierait 50E l heure  mais ici vu le declin de leur musique ces gens vivent comme ils  le peuvent ..uniquement de la musique.&lt;br /&gt;J aurai la chance de rencontrer le "eric Clapton Pakistanais", un guitariste qui pratique la musique classique indienne a la guitare. Une vrai bete, jouant a 300pc du slide...Impressionnant !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decouverte de certains quartiers interessants de la ville et du fameux fort de LAhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rn5JS9niusI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6jRplfNUoI8/s1600-h/DSCN4803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rn5JS9niusI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6jRplfNUoI8/s200/DSCN4803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079578019847387842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rn5JpdniutI/AAAAAAAAAT8/S9oxcKVcqBc/s1600-h/DSCN4791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rn5JpdniutI/AAAAAAAAAT8/S9oxcKVcqBc/s200/DSCN4791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079578406394444498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apres 2 jours de maladie intestinal bien rude (L inde a toujours sa maniere a elle de vous accueillir)...je laisse mon ami et je passe la frontiere. Amristar. 3 petites heures au Golden Temple (le haut lieu spiritules des Sicks)..et a 10h30 officiellement je prend le bus direction Delhi. Trajet intereminable...8h officiellement, pas loin de 12 dans les faits...et...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delhi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Program pour la suite, direction Pune ou je dois me rendre dans les 14 jours pour m enregistrer aupres de l office des etrangers (formalite obligatoire pour toutes personnes restant en inde plus de 180 jours...) et puis le 16 juillet ...debut de ma formation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila qui est dit....&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas si je vais encore ecrire sur ce site...my way to India beeing accomplised...&lt;br /&gt;J espere vous avoir interesse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-8678837537708205258?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/8678837537708205258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/8678837537708205258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/06/india.html' title='INDIA !'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rn5JGNniurI/AAAAAAAAATs/SR8QJbiT084/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-1164717626243746772</id><published>2007-06-10T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:09.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The au lait...Conduite a gauche !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah lala!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0NytniumI/AAAAAAAAATE/3XtgN3mgi0o/s1600-h/DSCN4774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074727520006486626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0NytniumI/AAAAAAAAATE/3XtgN3mgi0o/s200/DSCN4774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0OINniunI/AAAAAAAAATM/I06Pfp0xrtQ/s1600-h/DSCN4772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074727889373674098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0OINniunI/AAAAAAAAATM/I06Pfp0xrtQ/s200/DSCN4772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me voila de retour dans le bordel organise du continent indien....Pas encore en Inde mais franchement pas loin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;j ai retrouve les velos, les bus surpeuples, les camions super decores, les rickshaws, l odeur fine fleur des rivieres,la crasse dans les rues, les anes en attendant les vaches...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bref je me sens quasi comme arrive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Petits hic....les femmes sont carrement voilees a fond ici et tres peu presentes en rues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ca sent le monde de mec a fond ici...L Islam pur et dur suivi a la lettre sans questionnement de quoi , comment...Bref, ca sent l ignorant. Aussi, le manque d education ! Comment les gens peuvent vivre dans une crasse aussi ambiante ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aussinon ca reste charmant ce bordel organise comme je dis est completement fascinant..pas de regle...et pourtant ca marche...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0Le9niufI/AAAAAAAAASM/Zw17zLz2Co8/s1600-h/DSCN4740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074724981680814578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0Le9niufI/AAAAAAAAASM/Zw17zLz2Co8/s200/DSCN4740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revenons sur mes derniers moment en Iran. J en etais donc reste a Kerman ou je logeais chez un groupe d etudiants rencontres dans la rues et qui m avaient offert l hospitalite. Tres sympa, ils m ont d ailleurs refile de la super zik iranienne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0MRdniuhI/AAAAAAAAASc/S9w06VNz6Ww/s1600-h/DSCN4755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074725849264208402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0MRdniuhI/AAAAAAAAASc/S9w06VNz6Ww/s200/DSCN4755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0L89niugI/AAAAAAAAASU/tOwsh8Rf9C8/s1600-h/DSCN4742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074725497076890114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0L89niugI/AAAAAAAAASU/tOwsh8Rf9C8/s200/DSCN4742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0MvNniuiI/AAAAAAAAASk/TlgoZrukM1E/s1600-h/DSCN4753.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0M-dniujI/AAAAAAAAASs/7OVFeOWNq3c/s1600-h/DSCN4769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074726622358321714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0M-dniujI/AAAAAAAAASs/7OVFeOWNq3c/s200/DSCN4769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0MvNniuiI/AAAAAAAAASk/TlgoZrukM1E/s1600-h/DSCN4753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074726360365316642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0MvNniuiI/AAAAAAAAASk/TlgoZrukM1E/s200/DSCN4753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destination suivante : Bam , la ville mythique dont la citadelle a ete detruite par un tremblement de terre en 2004. En effet, il ne reste plus rien. La ville se constitue, 3 ans apres, toujours de containers dans lesquels les gens ont arranges leur petits magasins ou maison ...Aussinon un chouette oasis. Je retrouve aussi mes premiers magnifiques arbres exotiques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pour rejoindre Zahedan, je m etais dis continuer sur ma lancee...en stop...faut croire qu il ne devait pas en etre ainsi.. : comme d hab,5 minutes sur la route et j arrive a trouver un camion. nickel. Un checkpoint police (ok pas de probleme je me dis...comme d ahb, je me cache derriere la cabine chauffeur...) mais pas de bol, le camion a un problem on doit faire demi tour vers Bam ou j attends 2 heures pour qu on me dise au final que le camion doit rester la pour ce jour. No problem! Je reprends un taxi pour revenir sur ma route de stop...j attends ...2h ...rien. Dieu a du en vouloir ainsi...OK je prends un taxi. 4 heures/450km/7Dollars (vive l arnac) et me voila a Zahedan, la capitale du Balouchistan.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0Ng9niulI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nuA-YRcXStM/s1600-h/DSCN4771.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Franchement pas accueillante cette ville, je decide d y rester une nuit (qui me coute 20Dollars!!) et de partir le lendemain. La ville est dite etre tres dangereuse, notamment par des terroristes qui kidnappent les touristes pour echanger contre rancons avec les gouvernements adequats. Les responsables de l hotel m informent d ailleurs que je suis oblige d etre escorte via la police le lendemain pour etre accompagne vers la frontiere pakistanaise....Ok ...si j ai pas le choix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lendemain matin, le flic est la..en habit arabes (le balouchistan est sunnites est c pourquoi les gens se reclament etre different du reste de l iran et reclament leur independance)..vraiment pas l air d un flic mais bon....soit...Je monte dans sa caisse...on quitte l hotel..200metres et deja il me largue sur la route allant vers la frontiere..pres des taxi...genial la soi-disant obligatoire escorte !! Quelle organisation ici, je te jure !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soit ! enfin j arrive a la frontiere. UNe fois la frontiere passee, c comme si d un metre a l autre je changeais de planete. les customs pakistanais sont vraiment minables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un bus vers quetta la premiere ville au Pakistan. depart prevu a 3h, retarde a 4h, reretarde a 5h...et finalement effectif a 7h ! Le bus genre genial, avec soi-disant Air Con, television...Quel bus! J ai carrement cru au debut que le toit allait me tomber dessus avec tous les bagages charges...mais bon , ca a l air de marcher..et finalement , avec parfois une petite vitesse de 20km/h dans les montee, j atteins Quetta le lendemain vers 7h du mat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bienvenu au pakistan !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-1164717626243746772?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/1164717626243746772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/1164717626243746772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/06/au-laitconduite-gauche.html' title='The au lait...Conduite a gauche !'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rm0NytniumI/AAAAAAAAATE/3XtgN3mgi0o/s72-c/DSCN4774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-6914121022491886281</id><published>2007-06-02T09:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:14.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The best of Iran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I m  now ending my stay in Iran. The city from which i m writing now is Kerman, still 500km from the border with Pakistan but i can say the coming week will be the last before entering the english Indies.&lt;br /&gt;So , since Kasan, i went to some of the most beautiful and historical places in Iran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was Esfahan, a myth in itself. It is maybe the most beautiful islamic city, people say, and one of the most pleasant in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Esfahan is the place where you can see the best of persian architecture. The Imam square is, i think, as nice as is our belgian Grand Place. In evening, there s a really special atmosphere there. All families come there for pic-nic and enjoying the last sun rays of the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from this wonderful place, Esfahan is also nice for its old bridges along the river (which are also worth to see in evening), the shaking minarets...and maybe just a talk in english or french with its student always interested to know your opinion about Iran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Esfahan, i also had the "luck" to see and hear the president AmadiNeijan who came in the city for a meeting with is people. The whole Imam Square was full. The perfect time to get an idea about the opinion of the iranians about their president...I think a lot of them don t like him , but the less educated of them still support him expecting their situation to change...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, i did my own opinion about him quite easily when i saw on the wall flags where were written in capital letters "Down to USA", "Down to Israel" ! Why ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmEzfOLFLfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zt_Wn5lCuIQ/s1600-h/DSCN4621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071391266869423602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmEzfOLFLfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zt_Wn5lCuIQ/s200/DSCN4621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmEy3eLFLeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/EGdavXm70V0/s1600-h/DSCN4619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071390583969623522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmEy3eLFLeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/EGdavXm70V0/s200/DSCN4619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE0UOLFLgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/is5uj2psNVI/s1600-h/DSCN4631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071392177402490370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE0UOLFLgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/is5uj2psNVI/s200/DSCN4631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE1reLFLhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lCSD30qE_ic/s1600-h/DSCN4606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071393676346076690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE1reLFLhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lCSD30qE_ic/s200/DSCN4606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second place i went after 3 days in Esfahan was Yazd, the desert city. One of the oldest city in the world. You can imagine the mud-made houses, the narrow streets avoidind too much sun, and wind-catcher systems to keep the streets fresh. A quiter place than Esfahan, where i stayed in some really good-value hotel. It s also the place of Zoroastrianism, the old religion of Persia before of invasion of Islam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE2k-LFLiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fXbTW2LO8uo/s1600-h/DSCN4658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071394664188554786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE2k-LFLiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fXbTW2LO8uo/s200/DSCN4658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE3H-LFLjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xwys_iPK1tE/s1600-h/DSCN4648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071395265483976242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE3H-LFLjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xwys_iPK1tE/s200/DSCN4648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE3j-LFLkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fU6g1FcgZQs/s1600-h/DSCN4660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071395746520313410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE3j-LFLkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fU6g1FcgZQs/s200/DSCN4660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE4AeLFLlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FO7KCWc_eD8/s1600-h/DSCN4652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071396236146585170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE4AeLFLlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FO7KCWc_eD8/s200/DSCN4652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third place: Shiraz, the cultural capital of Iran. The city of all famous poets in Iran. One of them is Hafes. His tomb (see the picture on the right) is workshipped like Imam s ones. And also the closest place to explore Persepolis, one of the most ancient historical site in the world, dating from around 500 BC, the first Persian Empire. A nice place even it does not remain that much after Alexander the Great destroyed it after his coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE4TOLFLmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EiJPaw6gcGg/s1600-h/DSCN4698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071396558269132386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE4TOLFLmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EiJPaw6gcGg/s200/DSCN4698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE47-LFLnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LEA7vreYwPI/s1600-h/DSCN4687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071397258348801650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE47-LFLnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LEA7vreYwPI/s200/DSCN4687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE56OLFLpI/AAAAAAAAARM/s2magHerjdM/s1600-h/DSCN4709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071398327795658386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE56OLFLpI/AAAAAAAAARM/s2magHerjdM/s200/DSCN4709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE5hOLFLoI/AAAAAAAAARE/4kjhD-zHUIo/s1600-h/DSCN4705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071397898298928770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE5hOLFLoI/AAAAAAAAARE/4kjhD-zHUIo/s200/DSCN4705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE6_eLFLrI/AAAAAAAAARc/OAtn7dwh9dQ/s1600-h/DSCN4701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071399517501599410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE6_eLFLrI/AAAAAAAAARc/OAtn7dwh9dQ/s200/DSCN4701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE6SuLFLqI/AAAAAAAAARU/lFWOFApPtlo/s1600-h/DSCN4703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071398748702453410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE6SuLFLqI/AAAAAAAAARU/lFWOFApPtlo/s200/DSCN4703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE8LuLFLsI/AAAAAAAAARk/yiCrCl8Ogpo/s1600-h/DSCN4685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071400827466624706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE8LuLFLsI/AAAAAAAAARk/yiCrCl8Ogpo/s200/DSCN4685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each time, traveling in between these places i had the oportunity to try Iranian hospitality. Hitch-hiking also, even if not common in here, was really easy. Much more than in Europe ! Here s the family of one truck driver who invited me to his place for dinner and spend the night as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonderfull Sceneries! Enjoy the desert !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE80-LFLtI/AAAAAAAAARs/TSOuTn3oQ_Y/s1600-h/DSCN4638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071401536136228562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE80-LFLtI/AAAAAAAAARs/TSOuTn3oQ_Y/s200/DSCN4638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE9OuLFLuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/rAKUBOxogTI/s1600-h/DSCN4725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071401978517860066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE9OuLFLuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/rAKUBOxogTI/s200/DSCN4725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New trucks design as well ! Check this out !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE9ceLFLvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9tZj4GGEYHU/s1600-h/DSCN4723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071402214741061362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE9ceLFLvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9tZj4GGEYHU/s200/DSCN4723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE93eLFLwI/AAAAAAAAASE/ePhzGpDjoRY/s1600-h/DSCN4724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071402678597529346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmE93eLFLwI/AAAAAAAAASE/ePhzGpDjoRY/s200/DSCN4724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-6914121022491886281?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/6914121022491886281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/6914121022491886281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-of-iran.html' title='The best of Iran'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RmEzfOLFLfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zt_Wn5lCuIQ/s72-c/DSCN4621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-2863597354482107041</id><published>2007-05-20T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:16.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Iran ! Let s switch off the television</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBG6rVj9lI/AAAAAAAAAOE/koV-4rN1U0U/s1600-h/DSCN4503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066627554671326802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBG6rVj9lI/AAAAAAAAAOE/koV-4rN1U0U/s200/DSCN4503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Iran !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As personally expected, there are lots of ideas , mostly western ideas, that need to be reviewed or changed !! I think everyone should have that opportunity to come here to see what Iran really is ... And then think just a little bit about why medias and powerful people of the west want to show that really untrue image about Iran!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do some people impose their views to a country that has probably the most ancient and rich culture in the world ! Of course, the Iranian government is not good, and i discovered how much the iranian people here don t like their government and their crazy president and there are lots of things to be improved in Iran, like women status for example... but Iran people are not terrorist, are not against occident !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i discovered how much people here are well educated, humble and have managed to preserve their culture from the western "one-way-of-thinking". Iran, the previous Persian Empire, has a culture claiming to have started around 4 000 before Christ. There s so much to learn in Iran about their history, their architecture, their religions (Zo&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBHZbVj9mI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BKTsYZt6FgY/s1600-h/DSCN4500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066628082952304226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBHZbVj9mI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BKTsYZt6FgY/s200/DSCN4500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roastrians, Sufism, Islam), their religious distinction with the other muslims which are sunnites while Iranians are Chiites, so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please, switch off your television and come here to see what Iran really is ! !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBHvLVj9nI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y5_u2vUiC18/s1600-h/DSCN4511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066628456614458994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBHvLVj9nI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y5_u2vUiC18/s200/DSCN4511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my first stop in Iran was in Tabriz. The 3rd biggest city in Iran i think. A nice place actually where i met a nice person, Vincent. I visited the bazar, some mosques. I went for a walk on the hill surounding the city. Walk that ended under an incredible rain..even storm! I never had to do such a walk, 15 minutes at least, under such a storm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, i discovered how much eating will be a problem in Iran as it was in Turkey. One more "meat country" ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBH-rVj9oI/AAAAAAAAAOc/q9TO7F9U4I4/s1600-h/DSCN4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066628722902431362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBH-rVj9oI/AAAAAAAAAOc/q9TO7F9U4I4/s200/DSCN4520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBIYLVj9pI/AAAAAAAAAOk/HWgcl0ZNNQg/s1600-h/DSCN4522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066629160989095570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBIYLVj9pI/AAAAAAAAAOk/HWgcl0ZNNQg/s200/DSCN4522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next step: Tehran. More than ten millions inhabitants, cars, a lot of pollution....A big city like New-York or Istanbul ! But i like so much taxi rides in evenings in such cities...Everything seems to be so big and crazy. Also, Tehran is the place to see the evolved society of Iran. That s the place where every new thinking current is starting and is the place where our ideas of Iran can, the most, be hurted. I   met Maryam and Dovoud her husband via the hospitalityclub. I stayed 3 days in Tehran and they o&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBIvbVj9qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/h3bRbzi_Elg/s1600-h/DSCN4536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066629560421054114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBIvbVj9qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/h3bRbzi_Elg/s200/DSCN4536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ffered me the opportunity to meet really interesting people. The 1st day i visited t&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBJJbVj9rI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xQMCqfv5DJ0/s1600-h/DSCN4537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066630007097652914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBJJbVj9rI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xQMCqfv5DJ0/s200/DSCN4537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he bazar, which is of course really huge. In the evening, i was invited to a "house party"....where iranians drink alcohol. But in a reasonable way. I met interesting people. These days i discovered the double lie of iranians : outside (women covered) and inside (almost like in Europe).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBJm7Vj9sI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DjAyVkJRPKc/s1600-h/DSCN4548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066630513903793858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBJm7Vj9sI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DjAyVkJRPKc/s200/DSCN4548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week end on friday, i was also invited by Dovoud to an artist exhibition where i was again invited to taste some iranian hand-made wine and met a really nice familywhose man was a  critic-journalist and was in 1979 one actor of the islamic revolution. We had a relly great talk about the revolution, the propagandist media, the US policy and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBJ6LVj9tI/AAAAAAAAAPE/l4DVs9P5lVA/s1600-h/DSCN4555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066630844616275666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBJ6LVj9tI/AAAAAAAAAPE/l4DVs9P5lVA/s200/DSCN4555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next day. Direction Kasan, 200 km south to Tehran. 1st real experience of hitchiking....and it is working really well! As i expected the people are &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBKobVj9uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/swDTvOdrC-o/s1600-h/DSCN4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066631639185225442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBKobVj9uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/swDTvOdrC-o/s200/DSCN4556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not used to see hitchiker and then stop by curiosity. GreaT! An ice-cream on the way, a small ride in Qom the city on the way...and they drop me to take a bus to Kasan for the last 100km. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the bus, i meet 2 iranians girls. Really friendly they offer me to help me to find a hotel and to show me about Kasan the next day. Who sait it was impossible to have any contact with girls in Iran ??! Of course, they ask me to answer, in the case someone is asking about what i m doing with these girls, that i m a friend of the father... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBK7bVj9vI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7JZQ_h4wjvk/s1600-h/DSCN4570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066631965602739954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBK7bVj9vI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7JZQ_h4wjvk/s200/DSCN4570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening, i find myself the only man betw&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBLHbVj9wI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0Hjqbl9i89Y/s1600-h/DSCN4581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066632171761170178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBLHbVj9wI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0Hjqbl9i89Y/s200/DSCN4581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;een 10 women for the diner in the park and a visit to a friend of them wich is a professional Tar player, the traditional persian instrument (from which is coming the guitars for example)....Antoher example of the wonderful persian culture....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBOxLVj9yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gFr00Hgllts/s1600-h/DSCN4576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066636187555591970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBOxLVj9yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gFr00Hgllts/s200/DSCN4576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, i spent the day with these ladies visiting Kasan and its historical houses....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow i m leaving for the mythical Esfahan ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-2863597354482107041?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/2863597354482107041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/2863597354482107041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/05/iran-let-s-switch-off-television.html' title='Iran ! Let s switch off the television'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RlBG6rVj9lI/AAAAAAAAAOE/koV-4rN1U0U/s72-c/DSCN4503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-3105127142859535223</id><published>2007-05-14T06:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:17.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Derniers moments en Turquie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me voila arrive au "pays des mechants" depuis 2 jours et...&lt;br /&gt;ca va j ai toujours ma tete ...et mes deux mains....&lt;br /&gt;et je pense pouvoir esperer la garder le temps d etre au Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgBQBX8kZI/AAAAAAAAANU/4RS7qe-MdRg/s1600-h/DSCN4470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064299155736531346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgBQBX8kZI/AAAAAAAAANU/4RS7qe-MdRg/s200/DSCN4470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mes derniers moments en Turquie donc...&lt;br /&gt;A Erzurum, la derniere grande ville a l est j ai ete accueilli par un hote de l hospitalityclub tres sympa. Meme la ville en elle-meme est pas super genial, j ai passe un bon temps avec mon ami Mustafa a echanger de la musique...&lt;br /&gt;Aussi, Erzurum etait la permiere ville 'vraiment musulmane' j ai envie de dire...pas de nightclub, les femmes en noir etc... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgB-RX8kaI/AAAAAAAAANc/nqtoQwthNqQ/s1600-h/DSCN4474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064299950305481122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgB-RX8kaI/AAAAAAAAANc/nqtoQwthNqQ/s200/DSCN4474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En plus j ai fait le bilan poids (avec mon jeune ami ici sur la photo) de mon mois "pain fromage" en Turquie. Ya que de la viande ici!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgCUBX8kbI/AAAAAAAAANk/4y1edfRvHQg/s1600-h/DSCN4477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064300323967635890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgCUBX8kbI/AAAAAAAAANk/4y1edfRvHQg/s200/DSCN4477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kebab a longueur de journee, non merci!&lt;br /&gt;J ai resenti aussi une grande difference par rapport a l ouest. Ne serait ce que sur les routes qui sont dans un etat lamentable (le 30km/h est de rigueur!)&lt;br /&gt;Et puis c est carrement plus pauvre qu a l ouest. Plus de mendiants, notamment des femmes toutes en noir la tete recouverte. Juste une main qui depasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apres Erzurum, je reprends la route (u&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgC4xX8kcI/AAAAAAAAANs/97YoLarX66M/s1600-h/DSCN4482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064300955327828418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgC4xX8kcI/AAAAAAAAANs/97YoLarX66M/s200/DSCN4482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ne des plus splendide qu il m ait ete donne de chevaucher. les montagnes dementielles. les steppes!!) sous la pluie toujours direction Dogubeyazit! La derniere petite ville avant la frontiere avec l Iran. Au pieds du mont Ararat (5100m) . Un mythe impressionant !&lt;br /&gt;D offic, je croise tous les types qui font le trip comme moi vers l inde ou la chine.&lt;br /&gt;Un dernier the, une derniere biere et direction la frontiere le samedi matin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgDQRX8kdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lypn5lgeZt4/s1600-h/DSCN4493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064301359054754258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgDQRX8kdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lypn5lgeZt4/s200/DSCN4493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bilan turc assez bon pour les paysages de l ouest a lest.&lt;br /&gt;Les gens d offic toujours cool...meme si j ai eu droit a quelques experiences assez speciales...avec des mecs un peu excites qui sur la fin m ont peut etre rendu un peu parano avec les hommes ici...C est ce qui arrive dans un pays musulman qui se liberalise a fond, ou les jeunes passent leur temps sur Internet...et n ont que tres peu de contact avec les filles...soit!&lt;br /&gt;Ya pas mal de trucs assez bizarre en turquie...a moitie en Europe mais toujours en Asie....&lt;br /&gt;La turquie, pas ideale pour les vegetariens!&lt;br /&gt;La turquie, je comprend maintenant l expression "fumer comme un turc"!&lt;br /&gt;La Turquie, europeenne ou asiatique...difficile a dire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgDtRX8keI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-KGSIgzHx9E/s1600-h/DSCN4498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064301857270960610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgDtRX8keI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-KGSIgzHx9E/s200/DSCN4498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La frontiere iranienne! j y passe 10h pas pour moi mais a cause d un probleme d organisation du personnel de douane et le check des camions qui se stoppe.&lt;br /&gt;Bref j ai quand meme deja mon camion pour Tabriz et je tue le temps avec le chauffeur. Un magicien hypnotiste  qui n est chauffeur routier international que pour pouvoir voyager en Europe et ainsi participer a des concours de magie en Italie notamment ! Apres les tours de carte classiques, il me fait un tour impressionnant!&lt;br /&gt;Mon poing ferme, il depose de la cendre sur ma main...apres qques minutes de concentration, j ouvre ma main la cendre se trouve desormais a l interieur ! IMPRESSIONANT ! !&lt;br /&gt;Finalement on quitte les customs. Une petite nuit de plus dans le camion et me voila apres x arret pour reparer le camion, le the...a Tabriz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-3105127142859535223?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/3105127142859535223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/3105127142859535223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/05/derniers-moments-en-turquie.html' title='Derniers moments en Turquie'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkgBQBX8kZI/AAAAAAAAANU/4RS7qe-MdRg/s72-c/DSCN4470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-1697423587132102510</id><published>2007-05-10T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:22.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cappadokia</title><content type='html'>İ m now almost finishing my journey through Turkey. after 5 weeks. İ have now reached the half of my way to İndia...&lt;br /&gt;İ m ın Dogubeyazit at the moment, the last town 40 km before the border with İran.&lt;br /&gt;And it is time for me to give some pictures about the last 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the way from the coast to Cappadokia: some really special hills with really few vegetation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNN5RX8kXI/AAAAAAAAANE/ewTWPOZOM-I/s1600-h/DSCN4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062976052406292850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNN5RX8kXI/AAAAAAAAANE/ewTWPOZOM-I/s200/DSCN4359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNOFxX8kYI/AAAAAAAAANM/6vAgKhMDT90/s1600-h/DSCN4365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062976267154657666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNOFxX8kYI/AAAAAAAAANM/6vAgKhMDT90/s200/DSCN4365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cappadokia:&lt;br /&gt;=========&lt;br /&gt;The Cappadokia is situated south of Ankara and is a small region where volcanic activties some thousands years ago and sedimentation with wind and water have created that world-wide unique relief !&lt;br /&gt;İt give really wonderful sceneries, small villages with some kind of chimneys in which are built houses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guzelyurt - Selime :&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNDRBX8kJI/AAAAAAAAALU/NSSCyiQXLDk/s1600-h/DSCN4380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062964365800280210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNDRBX8kJI/AAAAAAAAALU/NSSCyiQXLDk/s200/DSCN4380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNDyRX8kKI/AAAAAAAAALc/bTilg7bT6z4/s1600-h/DSCN4395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062964937030930594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNDyRX8kKI/AAAAAAAAALc/bTilg7bT6z4/s200/DSCN4395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNEzBX8kMI/AAAAAAAAALs/ObhZgtsfACU/s1600-h/DSCN4418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNEQBX8kLI/AAAAAAAAALk/QsRU2rKZf18/s1600-h/DSCN4401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062965448132038834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNEQBX8kLI/AAAAAAAAALk/QsRU2rKZf18/s200/DSCN4401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNEzBX8kMI/AAAAAAAAALs/ObhZgtsfACU/s1600-h/DSCN4418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062966049427460290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNEzBX8kMI/AAAAAAAAALs/ObhZgtsfACU/s200/DSCN4418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNEzBX8kMI/AAAAAAAAALs/ObhZgtsfACU/s1600-h/DSCN4418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNEzBX8kMI/AAAAAAAAALs/ObhZgtsfACU/s1600-h/DSCN4418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNEzBX8kMI/AAAAAAAAALs/ObhZgtsfACU/s1600-h/DSCN4418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNEzBX8kMI/AAAAAAAAALs/ObhZgtsfACU/s1600-h/DSCN4418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNEzBX8kMI/AAAAAAAAALs/ObhZgtsfACU/s1600-h/DSCN4418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goreme : (ou le village des schtroumfs)&lt;br /&gt;A wonderfull place full of colours... where i put my tent for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNFShX8kNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ji-WLBoBrDA/s1600-h/DSCN4425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062966590593339602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNFShX8kNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ji-WLBoBrDA/s200/DSCN4425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNFwxX8kOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b6srwW_NKUc/s1600-h/DSCN4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062967110284382434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNFwxX8kOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b6srwW_NKUc/s200/DSCN4436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ucishar :&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNGPBX8kPI/AAAAAAAAAME/ig1BAYC1EWk/s1600-h/DSCN4446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062967629975425266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNGPBX8kPI/AAAAAAAAAME/ig1BAYC1EWk/s200/DSCN4446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNGnxX8kQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YeKo81QRuzo/s1600-h/DSCN4444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062968055177187586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNGnxX8kQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YeKo81QRuzo/s200/DSCN4444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNHcRX8kSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/99MlW3NEAwo/s1600-h/DSCN4439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062968957120319778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNHcRX8kSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/99MlW3NEAwo/s200/DSCN4439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNHTRX8kRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Rg-hAUH72SQ/s1600-h/DSCN4441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062968802501497106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNHTRX8kRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Rg-hAUH72SQ/s200/DSCN4441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cappadokia is a wonderful place ideal for children (i can imagine i would have liked it to walk these places beeing younger) and architects i guess.... A dream-lıke place !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are some pictures of the road from Cappadokia to Erzurum. Back on the silk road heading east. A long and difficult way because of the really bad state of the road to go upto 2000m hıgh. A really basic road narrowing in hıgh altitudes valleys... Not yet the steppe but already really nice plateaus...&lt;br /&gt;After that 2 days journey (700km approximatively), i can defenitively say how much Turkey is great fore its wonderful sceneries...and mostly for its mountains..İ saw so much different types of mountains in here !&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNKGhX8kTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ANrzzDKvaaE/s1600-h/DSCN4448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062971881993048370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNKGhX8kTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ANrzzDKvaaE/s200/DSCN4448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNKTxX8kUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EG7_7JPhGjw/s1600-h/DSCN4457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062972109626315074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNKTxX8kUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EG7_7JPhGjw/s200/DSCN4457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNKsxX8kVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8J40VC9QxpU/s1600-h/DSCN4461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062972539123044690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNKsxX8kVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8J40VC9QxpU/s200/DSCN4461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNMixX8kWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/M5v9qyIR2lg/s1600-h/DSCN4462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062974566347608418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNMixX8kWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/M5v9qyIR2lg/s200/DSCN4462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-1697423587132102510?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/1697423587132102510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/1697423587132102510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/05/cappadokia.html' title='Cappadokia'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RkNN5RX8kXI/AAAAAAAAANE/ewTWPOZOM-I/s72-c/DSCN4359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-5135160612532882878</id><published>2007-05-02T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:24.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pourquoi tant de gens vont en Turquie ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji4FRX8j-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MmdsksyV_QU/s1600-h/DSCN4268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059996582053449698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji4FRX8j-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MmdsksyV_QU/s200/DSCN4268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Une question simple a laquelle la reponse m a vıte saute au yeux une fois a İzmir.&lt;br /&gt;Ca fait presque deux semaines maintenant que je l aı &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji34hX8j9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7eza7xVy-Bg/s1600-h/DSCN4277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059996363010117586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji34hX8j9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7eza7xVy-Bg/s200/DSCN4277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quitte donc ca fait deja loin , mais bon en y pensant , je revoit une grande ville assez belle et riche. Avec une allee longeant la mer assez sympa. Et puis le ferry qu on prend pour aller d un cote et de l autre de la ville. Et dire qu il y a des gens qui prennent ce ferry chaque matin pour aller au boulot...trajet incomparable avec les embout pour joindre Bxl !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji3qhX8j8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/s7jzUJz0qf8/s1600-h/DSCN4269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059996122491948994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji3qhX8j8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/s7jzUJz0qf8/s200/DSCN4269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussi j ai ete heberge une fois de plus via l hospitali&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji4ShX8j_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/GfK-s_VZMOs/s1600-h/DSCN4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059996809686716402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji4ShX8j_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/GfK-s_VZMOs/s200/DSCN4292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tyclub chez deux types assez sympa, assez habitues des "travellers on the way to İndıa". Leur petit appart avait une vue ıncomparable sur la mer. İmaginez le plasir de prendre le petit dej le matin avec la vue ! Qui plus est, le turkish breakfast est royal : pain et fromage, tomates, omelette, olives, le çai...Bref le debut de journee parfait avant d aller flaner dans les rues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 jours max a İzmir et direction les plages!&lt;br /&gt;Premiere etape : Gököva&lt;br /&gt;Une petite station tres peinard avec d offic une plage a faire rever et une eau turquoise.&lt;br /&gt;Bref , l image parfaite pour magasine de vacance. - jours aussi. logement en tente dans un pseudo-camping. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji5GxX8kBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bN1tfZWZbUE/s1600-h/DSCN4308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059997707334881298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji5GxX8kBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bN1tfZWZbUE/s200/DSCN4308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji4vBX8kAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e7_nAhLmz0k/s1600-h/DSCN4309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059997299312988162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji4vBX8kAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e7_nAhLmz0k/s200/DSCN4309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji5bRX8kCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YkvhQKko3-w/s1600-h/DSCN4300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059998059522199586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji5bRX8kCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YkvhQKko3-w/s200/DSCN4300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuxieme etape: Öludenız&lt;br /&gt;Plus petit encore, mais plus oriente tourisme occidental (Gokova c etait plus pour les "vieux turcs"). Mais bon la saison n ayant pas encore commencee, ca reste tranquil et agreable. 1 nuit de camping pil-poil sur le lagon qui a entre parenthese ete classe, dit on , meilleur plage du monde (ca m etonne qu a moitie...). Bref le pied! Ensuite, apres la rencontre de qques amis francais je me vois invite a la "cabbac valley"...Pas trop mal non plus. On y reste, avec le couple de francais et leur fils et une allemande et ses deux gamins 3 jours. Juste assez! Gladouille au soleil.... et puis c pas mal de passer un peu de temps dans une ambiance plus "enfant"...&lt;br /&gt;Les vacances dans les vacances!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji5_xX8kDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/usbGHYSrGXI/s1600-h/DSCN4314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059998686587424818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji5_xX8kDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/usbGHYSrGXI/s200/DSCN4314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji6pxX8kFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8ofwPypTfsc/s1600-h/DSCN4342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059999408141930578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji6pxX8kFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8ofwPypTfsc/s200/DSCN4342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji6QhX8kEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/S9A2He1z9nY/s1600-h/DSCN4323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059998974350233666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji6QhX8kEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/S9A2He1z9nY/s200/DSCN4323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji7yRX8kII/AAAAAAAAALM/g5W5ynDnr3U/s1600-h/DSCN4330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060000653682446466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji7yRX8kII/AAAAAAAAALM/g5W5ynDnr3U/s200/DSCN4330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji7AhX8kGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BubMj_lZDMQ/s1600-h/DSCN4328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059999798983954530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji7AhX8kGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BubMj_lZDMQ/s200/DSCN4328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji7gBX8kHI/AAAAAAAAALE/e3pu5GMRVRs/s1600-h/DSCN4341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060000340149833842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji7gBX8kHI/AAAAAAAAALE/e3pu5GMRVRs/s200/DSCN4341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troisieme etape: abandonnee car yan a pas su decoller de Oludeniz... Peut etre me comprenez vous en jetant un coup d oeil aux photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fini la plage, j ai repris la route direction la Capadoce...mais bon le chemin est pas des plus droit.&lt;br /&gt;Et des plus facile pour le stop...İl me faut redescendre jusqu Antalya, remonter jusque Konya et enfin arriver ici a Aksaray...&lt;br /&gt;J avais un peu peur pour la route mais comme d hab ma bonne etoile ma aide et jai fait le tout en 2 jours, tranquil!...pas dans les conditions d hygiene les meilleures...mais bon, la route,c la route!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-5135160612532882878?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/5135160612532882878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/5135160612532882878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/05/pourquoi-tant-de-gens-vont-en-turquie.html' title='Pourquoi tant de gens vont en Turquie ?'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rji4FRX8j-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MmdsksyV_QU/s72-c/DSCN4268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-4706870737329268779</id><published>2007-04-18T08:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:26.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merhaba ! !</title><content type='html'>Quite a long time i dıd not write anything. But already so much happened. Let s take it back from where it started....Sofia....&lt;br /&gt;(Sofıa - İstanbul = 550km, quite possible in one day if i m lucky...) İ left it the previous tuesday early the morning. As usual  the starting point is a petrol station where after  a few minute ı meet a guy going directly to İstanbul. but...of course he does not take me....So i finally manage to find 1 car, a 2nd one, a 3rd, a 4th and finally around 2PM i m crossing the border by walk as my previous dropper could not drop me farer....Anyway, it s really good....it s quite symbolic to cross the 1st border between Europe and Asia by walk. İ liked it.&lt;br /&gt;3 hours waiting and i found a truck going to İstanbul which i reach around 9PM. Finally here i am.&lt;br /&gt;İstanbul is quite a symbolic place for me. The border between Europe and Asia. 1/3 of my all travel and a wonderful city the people tell me...5 weeks traveling through Europe. Around 4000km done already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXL1cji9PI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sxWXjb_bVAQ/s1600-h/DSCN4261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXL1cji9PI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sxWXjb_bVAQ/s200/DSCN4261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054670275852039410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXMEMji9RI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ue6m7TN3734/s1600-h/DSCN4256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXMEMji9RI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ue6m7TN3734/s200/DSCN4256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054670529255109906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXRzcji9TI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hKHsSk-Cryg/s1600-h/DSCN4218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXRzcji9TI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hKHsSk-Cryg/s200/DSCN4218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054676838562067762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXQgsji9SI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9PEmD-8169w/s1600-h/DSCN4212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXQgsji9SI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9PEmD-8169w/s200/DSCN4212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054675416927892770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Already quite different...İ actually have to say (even if my turkish frıends won t maybe not appreciate...) that for me, i defenetely felt İ had crossed the border with Europe. The way people behave, the crouded places, the weather,the tea instead of the beer (not all the time of course...), the Narghıle, the food quite different...but defenetely really good !!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXSDsji9UI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VPxi9G6eVJE/s1600-h/DSCN4211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXSDsji9UI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VPxi9G6eVJE/s320/DSCN4211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054677117734942018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;İstanbul :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXSssji9WI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-t4JCwHGqNM/s1600-h/DSCN4224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXSssji9WI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-t4JCwHGqNM/s200/DSCN4224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054677822109578594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    İt was for me quite a nice place.  An hıstorycal place with wonderful mosks. 11 - 15 -19 inhabitants (İ dont know exactly.. i heard a lot of different versions...anyway for sure i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXTRsji9XI/AAAAAAAAAJE/29vJspwgLE8/s1600-h/DSCN4239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXTRsji9XI/AAAAAAAAAJE/29vJspwgLE8/s200/DSCN4239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054678457764738418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t is really huge !) The call for prayer (the "reading") 5 times a day makes also the city charmful. The European side, the Asian side separated by the Bosphore and only 2 bridges. The traffic jams....and every simple bus ride which takes hours... Taksim, the center of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course met nice people there. Zuhal, and her cousin Emre, Pinar and Özge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXUgMji9aI/AAAAAAAAAJc/R79nh7x8ZAc/s1600-h/DSCN4232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXUgMji9aI/AAAAAAAAAJc/R79nh7x8ZAc/s200/DSCN4232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054679806384469410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXU9Mji9bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/T5XO395vM1A/s1600-h/DSCN4236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXU9Mji9bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/T5XO395vM1A/s200/DSCN4236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054680304600675762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    The 1st day, i was on the turkish television. My host actually braught me to a television show where the famous sınger "Djandan" was performing....Turkish music ! İn the day i had been of course visiting all the famous places : Sultanamed "the blue mosk", Ayasofia, the Grand Bazar,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXTr8ji9YI/AAAAAAAAAJM/GLnA2zTGtEk/s1600-h/DSCN4248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXTr8ji9YI/AAAAAAAAAJM/GLnA2zTGtEk/s200/DSCN4248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054678908736304514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Next day, we all together had a wonderful part&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXT9sji9ZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vssL4qKSea8/s1600-h/DSCN4246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXT9sji9ZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vssL4qKSea8/s200/DSCN4246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054679213678982546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y on friday in a club where they re playing really the best music...turkish, arabic, latino, some gypsi music from Europe as well...a great moment !&lt;br /&gt;Saterday, we went to the prıncess İsland. Wonderful resting place a little bit away from the city...nice views,...already a glimpse of paradise...so close to the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i m in İzmir, the biggest city to the Egee coast. The travel from İstanbul to here was a mix of ferry, coach bus (but without paying...quite unique!), bus, and car. That way allowed me to admire the beauty of Turkey: small hills, bıg mountains, lakes...&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to be in Antalya to swim in the medıterranean sea ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-4706870737329268779?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/4706870737329268779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/4706870737329268779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/04/merhaba.html' title='Merhaba ! !'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RiXL1cji9PI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sxWXjb_bVAQ/s72-c/DSCN4261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-1397665640514305642</id><published>2007-04-08T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:27.732+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulgarie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkK-ndus4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_0Su3EUejiM/s1600-h/DSCN4178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051080527934567298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkK-ndus4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_0Su3EUejiM/s200/DSCN4178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon je reprends...j avais commence un de ces romans pour expliquer mes derniers moments jusqu a maintenant jusqu a ce que le pc plante. Merci ! Bon je disais, donc. J ai donc quitte Varna et la mer noir mardi direction Veliko Tarnovo, une petite ville quasi a mi distance de Sofia et Varna. J arrive assez faci&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkK4ndus3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/X3hiNMGkrnc/s1600-h/DSCN4174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051080424855352178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkK4ndus3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/X3hiNMGkrnc/s200/DSCN4174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lement sur place vers 14h. En marchant avec tout mon bardas en rue, je me fais vite agripper par une petite dame qui parle francais et qui me sors son cinema..blablabla.. et finalement j accepte de passer la nuit dans sa guesthouse. J y rencontre au passage un danois qui m explique toute la haine qu il a envers son pays. Tout lui deplai&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkKyXdus2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jX_50RSX1fY/s1600-h/DSCN4171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051080317481169762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkKyXdus2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jX_50RSX1fY/s200/DSCN4171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t, le systeme politique, les femmes, le temps...Bref, lui a choisi la bulgarie. Il a d ailleurs achete un terrain ici avec la baraque , a remettre un peu...le tout pour 3000Euro...Y s est pas fait arnaquer , je pense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petite visite de la ville qui est assez chouette comme vous le voyez sur les images. Une bonne nuit. Et me voila le lendemain debout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec une Bonne maladie: mal de tete, a la george,etc&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkLF3dus5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZWQWqJo1mkk/s1600-h/DSCN4183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051080652488618898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkLF3dus5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZWQWqJo1mkk/s200/DSCN4183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Bref, pas l ideal pour reprendre la route.&lt;br /&gt;En plus y pleut ! Soit, apres deux bonnes heures a la pompe a essence du coin, je trouve quand meme un type qui me prend jusqu a 50km de Sofia. Le reste du trip se fera en bus.&lt;br /&gt;Enfin arrive a Sofia, mais je sais pas trop ou...Technique habituelle, je cherche le client a la tete "je parle anglais"...et bonus, je tombe sur un type qui se plie en 4 pour moi et me depose au fian lavec sa voiture juste pile poil a ma creche !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkLNndus6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/YYAFvVa0eyU/s1600-h/DSCN4187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051080785632605090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkLNndus6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/YYAFvVa0eyU/s200/DSCN4187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Une bonne nuit. Une journee au pieu. Une autre bonne nuit, un peu meilleure celle ci.&lt;br /&gt;Et hop Samedi, avec mes hotes, on prend la voiture direction 40km hors de la ville , dans un petit village tres tranquil pour feter Paques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atelier peinture d oeufs. Apres-midi soleil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkLVXdus7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/293BNT423ys/s1600-h/DSCN4193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051080918776591282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkLVXdus7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/293BNT423ys/s200/DSCN4193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En fin de soiree, un son venant du village nous fait tendre l oreille. Ca sent la bonne music de fete...la bonne musique gypsy. Direct, on prend nso deux jambes et le reste, guides par la musique. On tombe sur un groupe d une dizaine de types au coin d un magasin...deja bien entame par la fete..mais animer par une super musique. Juste un sax et les percu. Ca sonne! Et les gards s en donne a gra&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkQuXdus-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xlhfuMv07VM/s1600-h/DSCN4194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051086845831459810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkQuXdus-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xlhfuMv07VM/s200/DSCN4194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd coeur. L ambiance est assez folle. Tout le monde est deja bien loin, mais on s amuse vraiment a fond ici. Bref, une experience assez folle que de me retrouver avec ces types pour la plupart gypsy...Petit episode special, a un moment l un des type se reprend une biere sur la table ainsi qu un bon vieux couteau de cuisine qu il glisse dans la poche de son manteau. J ai entendu tellement de trucs sur les gypsy de la part des autres gens (voleurs, menteur, etc...bref les pires trucs) que sur le moment j ai un peu flippe mais bon....je suis toujours la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkLqXdus9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/IsdBhMR-9Ig/s1600-h/DSCN4205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081279553844178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkLqXdus9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/IsdBhMR-9Ig/s200/DSCN4205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkKyXdus2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jX_50RSX1fY/s1600-h/DSCN4171.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkLendus8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Zh-SpjOk76Y/s1600-h/DSCN4203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081077690381250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkLendus8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Zh-SpjOk76Y/s200/DSCN4203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le soir, a minuit direction l eglise.&lt;br /&gt;Paques est l une des fetes les plus populaires en Bulgarie. Il y a donc vraiment plein de gens a l eglise. Chacun sa bougie. A minuit, enfin on fait exploser les oeufs ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkKyXdus2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jX_50RSX1fY/s1600-h/DSCN4171.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Demain, direction Istanbul ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-1397665640514305642?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/feeds/1397665640514305642/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2676713074579188386&amp;postID=1397665640514305642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/1397665640514305642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/1397665640514305642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/04/bulgarie.html' title='Bulgarie'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhkK-ndus4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_0Su3EUejiM/s72-c/DSCN4178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-6545624499280135663</id><published>2007-04-03T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:30.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Varna en photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKnXikPymI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FDIYxUQisFY/s1600-h/DSCN4149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049282155093412450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKnXikPymI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FDIYxUQisFY/s200/DSCN4149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une eglise de plus. Mais assez jolie le soir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKoDCkPypI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IA4j4HP7ioI/s1600-h/DSCN4168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049282902417722002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKoDCkPypI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IA4j4HP7ioI/s200/DSCN4168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vue sur la ville de Varna depuis le port. Varna est la deuxieme ville de Bulgarie. La Bulgarie compte environ 7 millions d habitants...pas enorme, n est pas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKn4SkPyoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XiTcZ3cVP8k/s1600-h/DSCN4151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049282717734128258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKn4SkPyoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XiTcZ3cVP8k/s200/DSCN4151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petit jam session improvisee avec les ouvrier communaux. Pour la plupart des turcs...Cours de danse et musique turc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKnrSkPynI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y7Ii4tGi_b8/s1600-h/DSCN4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049282494395828850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKnrSkPynI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y7Ii4tGi_b8/s200/DSCN4157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les toilettes : Homme/Femme ou Femme/Homme....&lt;br /&gt;Pour le savoir, une solution attendre que quelqu un en sorte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reponse: les hommes a droite, les femmes a gauche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKoYSkPyqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GVrbS08Mks8/s1600-h/DSCN4169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049283267489942178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKoYSkPyqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GVrbS08Mks8/s200/DSCN4169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKpzykPyrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0aunNPHW-fk/s1600-h/DSCN4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049284839447972530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKpzykPyrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0aunNPHW-fk/s200/DSCN4165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le port de Varna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-6545624499280135663?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/feeds/6545624499280135663/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2676713074579188386&amp;postID=6545624499280135663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/6545624499280135663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/6545624499280135663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/04/varna-en-photo.html' title='Varna en photo'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhKnXikPymI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FDIYxUQisFY/s72-c/DSCN4149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-1558585290976687212</id><published>2007-04-02T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:59:26.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Varna, Bulgaria</title><content type='html'>Today, i just arrived in Varna, the 2nd biggest city in Bulgaria situated to the Black Sea coast.&lt;br /&gt;I was really lucky for the travel from Bucharest as i managed to find, after some 30min waiting on the road in Bucharest, a man going directly to Varna ! Sometimes , things can be so easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So my feeling about Roumania is finally quite good. I met really nice people there (some a little bit crazy in Bucharest, others you could never count on when they give you an appointment)...nice scenery, nice really rural places...Also, i learned a little bit more about the gypsies which are a lot more present in Roumania than in Hungary...but most of the time they are uneducated people, quite dirty, robbers who are not well considerated by the other people because of that...This situation is like a never-ending spiral  which makes their possible integration in the society uneasy to realise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i celebrate my first month traveling ! Already so much good moments....&lt;br /&gt;So much to come again . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-1558585290976687212?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/feeds/1558585290976687212/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2676713074579188386&amp;postID=1558585290976687212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/1558585290976687212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/1558585290976687212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/04/varna-bulgaria.html' title='Varna, Bulgaria'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-8098382184226219996</id><published>2007-03-31T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:30.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucuresti...but no rest !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4ZIikPyjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UvfgYPxf35w/s1600-h/DSCN4127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4ZIikPyjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UvfgYPxf35w/s200/DSCN4127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047999866837387826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don t like Bucharest. "Nothing to see" were telling me the people i met before. I think they were right. But there s more. It s quite poluted, there s lots a cars, lots of people, no parks (and you know how much i really like green areas...), no place to have a rest in the streets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4Z7ykPykI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rm52UkBBFqw/s1600-h/DSCN4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4Z7ykPykI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rm52UkBBFqw/s200/DSCN4130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048000747305683522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, this is the first place in all the travels i ve done before where i don t feel safe. I m always really careful to my stuffs here&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhEWZCkPylI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GlzizmRZvB8/s1600-h/DSCN4132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RhEWZCkPylI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GlzizmRZvB8/s200/DSCN4132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048841276700478034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, you can see these  charmless communist buildings. Big avenues with on each side these residential high buildings . Almost like the cities in France where you ve these "HLM" outside the city where they used to park foreigners... Here the same but inside the city, everywhere !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-8098382184226219996?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/feeds/8098382184226219996/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2676713074579188386&amp;postID=8098382184226219996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/8098382184226219996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/8098382184226219996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/03/bucurestibut-no-rest.html' title='Bucuresti...but no rest !'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4ZIikPyjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UvfgYPxf35w/s72-c/DSCN4127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-4319441449309935733</id><published>2007-03-30T08:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:32.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Romania...some more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4V9SkPyhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/U623FHDiK6Q/s1600-h/DSCN4081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4V9SkPyhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/U623FHDiK6Q/s200/DSCN4081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047996375028976146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4VVykPygI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ILr8mGKP7K0/s1600-h/DSCN4084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4VVykPygI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ILr8mGKP7K0/s200/DSCN4084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047995696424143362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some really nice pictures that i took in Sighisoara again...They actually don t need any comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4U1SkPyfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eub9aCEfqPI/s1600-h/DSCN4087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4U1SkPyfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eub9aCEfqPI/s320/DSCN4087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047995138078394866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rgy_JCkPyeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QDakbuZji1E/s1600-h/DSCN4093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rgy_JCkPyeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QDakbuZji1E/s200/DSCN4093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047619444404111842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then, after Sighisoara, i went 120 km down to Brasov, the second biggest city in Romania where i first spent 3 hours in the railway&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4WyCkPyiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KocYFpQdgjw/s1600-h/DSCN4100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4WyCkPyiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KocYFpQdgjw/s200/DSCN4100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047997281267075618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; station...I did really not feel secure there. There were all these gypsy children playing around and that kind of people whose look can tell you they defenetely could have bad intentions about you...But i think i have the technic now not to attract these kind of people..I don t know, i think everything is in the eyes..Just try to have the same way to look at the people that they have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rgy8rykPycI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RI4mEFtIAM0/s1600-h/DSCN4114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rgy8rykPycI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RI4mEFtIAM0/s200/DSCN4114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047616742869682626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rgy93SkPydI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A0Ecdov7vKs/s1600-h/DSCN4109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rgy93SkPydI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A0Ecdov7vKs/s200/DSCN4109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047618039949806034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Also, in the train station i saw these really special gypsy guys different than the ones you can usually see hanging around from who you can really feel they re quite poor...All dressed in black costumes, with really big hat like Zorro s one...They defenitely have more money than the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasov was a quite nice city, in the mountains, with less cars than in Cluj,...A more wealthy place.&lt;br /&gt;With a really wonderful orthodox church as you can see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-4319441449309935733?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/feeds/4319441449309935733/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2676713074579188386&amp;postID=4319441449309935733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/4319441449309935733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/4319441449309935733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/03/romaniasome-more.html' title='Romania...some more.'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rg4V9SkPyhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/U623FHDiK6Q/s72-c/DSCN4081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-2922609257393485750</id><published>2007-03-24T16:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:33.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Romania ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVLtqe7QVI/AAAAAAAAADE/cjVIGxyRYDY/s1600-h/DSCN4064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045522205408706898" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVLtqe7QVI/AAAAAAAAADE/cjVIGxyRYDY/s200/DSCN4064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Finally here i am in Roumania. But first, the way from Budapest to Cluj (450km), my first step in Ro. I decided to leave tuesday early in the morning. No luck it was raining. But well, after 1 hour of buses, metro, i m fianlly arrived to my hitch-hinking place close to the airport which is on the road leading to Cluj. I really expected to make the 450km in one day and arrive in Cluj the same day, m&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVPQqe7QXI/AAAAAAAAADU/M_BUqEsKmnA/s1600-h/DSCN4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045526105239011698" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVPQqe7QXI/AAAAAAAAADU/M_BUqEsKmnA/s200/DSCN4053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aybe late in the evening. But no way ! New personal record : 5 hours waiting under the small drops of rain. No one takes you when it is raining, even more on small roads. So tuesday, the 450km expected turned to be 20km. I spent the night in a small farm ac&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVQKqe7QYI/AAAAAAAAADc/KydBBNXSSDM/s1600-h/DSCN4059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045527101671424386" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVQKqe7QYI/AAAAAAAAADc/KydBBNXSSDM/s200/DSCN4059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tually close to Budapest. Soit! C est la vie. Next day, i ve been more lucky. At 7.30AM, i was on the road...2 cars, 1 truck and i m in Roumania around 12.00 AM or 1.00 PM as the border with Roumania is time zone changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVXQae7QdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/w_nxplROlJQ/s1600-h/DSCN4075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045534897037066706" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVXQae7QdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/w_nxplROlJQ/s200/DSCN4075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been told that hitch-hiking in Roumania is a business in itself; people who take you when you re hitch-hiking ask you some money. I must be lucky as for now i did not pay anything. More, the 1st guy who took me to Cluj offered me a beer on &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVUoKe7QbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/loPz-cIK6bQ/s1600-h/DSCN4072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045532006524076466" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVUoKe7QbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/loPz-cIK6bQ/s200/DSCN4072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the way, a tour in the city Oradea, and phoned, when i was sleeping, to the person who host me in Cluj to have a meeting point. Simply great, that man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In Cluj i spent 2 nights in The youth Hostel (not so cheap...15E for the night in dormitory) beca&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVROae7QZI/AAAAAAAAADk/qrY1M1HzVkI/s1600-h/DSCN4070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045528265607561618" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVROae7QZI/AAAAAAAAADk/qrY1M1HzVkI/s200/DSCN4070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;use my host from HospitalityClub could not host me. There I met a great english guy though. Totally different than the idea i had about the english. Traveling really opens you a lot !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    About Roumania, I really like it even if this country seems to me like a little bit chaotic sometimes... Similar to India in some ways.. Here you really feel you re not in western-Europe anymore for sure. A lot of people in the streets, be careful when you re crossing streets, no care about buildings or streets renovation ,so on... There s a lack of organisation...but that s the charm of this country.Still really nice churches, and colorful houses, and the feeling of a still strong culture. A rural cuture actually. Villages here still live slowly, agriculture is still really present as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i m in Sighisoara, a small city a little bit more on the way to Bucarest. A nice medieval-style city. On my way i still continue to have nice talk about my favourite topic: the Gypsies....and the reasons why they re so few recognised and appreciated...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still looking for my concert as well..One day maybe, who knows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-2922609257393485750?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/feeds/2922609257393485750/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2676713074579188386&amp;postID=2922609257393485750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/2922609257393485750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/2922609257393485750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/03/romania.html' title='Romania ! !'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RgVLtqe7QVI/AAAAAAAAADE/cjVIGxyRYDY/s72-c/DSCN4064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-4461888707085260300</id><published>2007-03-19T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:34.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment quitter Budapest ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rf6mn_q5U2I/AAAAAAAAACs/3jCd2aR3BQo/s1600-h/DSCN4027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rf6mn_q5U2I/AAAAAAAAACs/3jCd2aR3BQo/s200/DSCN4027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043651838737994594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Voila presque une semaine que je suis a Budapest et vraiment j adore cette ville au final peu populaire chez nous mais a tort...La ville est assez sympa...j y trouve un melange de PAris pour les grands boulevards qui cadrillent la ville ce qui lui donne cet air de grande ville, d Italie...je sais pas pourquoi mais la langue hongroise me fait beaucoup penser a l italien..ca sonne assez bien au final...et puis les filles ici sont d une beaute assez boulversante...bref un vrai petit paradis. On m avait prevenu...j ai pas ete decu! Aussi, j y ai fait vraiment de tres chouette rencontres...en arrivant ici , je me voyais deja devoir quitter la ville apres 2 jours car je trouvais personne pour m acceuillir et finalement je suis tombe sur une charmante petite hongroise. Et mes jours ici sont assez tranquils... et festifs. Tel la petite soiree qu on s est fait ici le vendredi soir. le tout comprenant 1 hollandais et sa femme de thailande, Edina l hongroise qui m heberge, 1 francais (evidemment!), et une roumaine to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rf6oV_q5U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/TsBOPiT_QNc/s1600-h/DSCN4036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rf6oV_q5U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/TsBOPiT_QNc/s200/DSCN4036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043653728523604866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut aussi charmante...d autant plus qu elle parle et adore le francais, n est pas Mihaela ? Bref une tres chouette soiree, ou on a bien refait le monde...les discussions prennent vite de l ampleur quand autant de cultures se rencontrent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussi, j oubliais..mais ce jeudi c etait la fete nationale hongroise...j ai eu droit a une scene asssez impressionante...les extremistes de droite (assez presents en Hongrie) criant leur discours contre les etrangers..et en soiree l altercation avec les forces de l ordre pas loin de ou j etais...special la fete nationale en Hongrie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila, donc dimanche j ai passe la journee avec mon amie roumaine, un petit tour en ville et une escapade hors de la ville avec une petite vue des alentours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rf6m5_q5U3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/6V2aPp8Mc0A/s1600-h/DSCN4040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rf6m5_q5U3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/6V2aPp8Mc0A/s200/DSCN4040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043652147975639922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e lundi matin...(enfin..ma notion du "matin" a depuis le debut de mon trip un peu recule dans la journee...)bain turc....Tea for two and .....two for tea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demain je reprends la route, vers la roumanie...j espere que je vais pres trop avoir froid parce que ce w-e 25° et aujourd hui 1°...ca va cailler dans les montagnes roumaines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unique petite deception, j aurai pas eu mon petit concert de musique gypsy...Bah, y en aura bien un en Roumanie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-4461888707085260300?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/feeds/4461888707085260300/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2676713074579188386&amp;postID=4461888707085260300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/4461888707085260300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/4461888707085260300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/03/comment-quitter-budapest.html' title='Comment quitter Budapest ?'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/Rf6mn_q5U2I/AAAAAAAAACs/3jCd2aR3BQo/s72-c/DSCN4027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-548649295602796836</id><published>2007-03-16T11:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:36.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Premiere semaine...Y s en passent des choses</title><content type='html'>Deja a Prague...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqJsvq5UnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PUQlXJYLAWM/s1600-h/DSCN3962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqJsvq5UnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PUQlXJYLAWM/s200/DSCN3962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042494134598324850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive en 2 jours de routes en Allemagne principalement.&lt;br /&gt;Meme si j ai attendu la plus part du temps (2h) sous le bon vieux crachin belge, apres j ai eu pal mal de chance vu que je me suis chope un camioneur tcheqze du cote de liege...direction Nurenberg ou je suis arrive vers 20.00 dans une aire d autoroute de laquelle j ai tente de repartir ...en vain.&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis donc retrouve contraint et force de tenter de dormir dans l espece de cafeteria . Les camioneurs dans leur camion...moi sur mon banc. ca comm&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqOAPq5UwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fHKrfpS3QjE/s1600-h/DSCN3969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqOAPq5UwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fHKrfpS3QjE/s200/DSCN3969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042498867652285186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;encais bien pour ma premiere nuit.&lt;br /&gt;Par la suite, je me suis dit que ca serait quand meme chouette d arreter la route vers les 4-5h histoire de pas renouveler l experience. Enfin&lt;br /&gt;Le lendemain,  vers 6.30 AM premier drop , un type costard cravatte, mercedez, 200km/h sur l autoroute...direction le boulot,...le tout suivi d un bon vieux camioneur tcheque a nouveau direction prague pepere (80km/h max pour les camions)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqIXPq5UkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GgVxRpvKCf8/s1600-h/DSCN3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqIXPq5UkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GgVxRpvKCf8/s200/DSCN3947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042492665719509570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A prague, je retrouve mon ami Ondra que j ai connu il y a 3 ans maintenant en Angleterre quand nous ceuillions les framboises. Il m heberge dans un espece de petit kot pour etudiants avec une super cantine a l ambiance assez morne...&lt;br /&gt;Visite de Prague classique, l horloge, le pont.  Aussi, je me rachete une bonne carte de toute l europe du sud est vu que j ai deja perdu la mienne....puis fiesta le soir...Prague reste une petite ville assez charmante au final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqJFPq5UmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xc2wx6g6sPU/s1600-h/DSCN3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqJFPq5UmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xc2wx6g6sPU/s200/DSCN3988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042493455993492066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direction Brno le vendredi , la 2e ville du pays ou m attends Vladi (aussi rencontre en Angleterre).&lt;br /&gt;Visite de la ville &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqKlfq5UpI/AAAAAAAAABE/OIvfDQEdgaE/s1600-h/DSCN3992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqKlfq5UpI/AAAAAAAAABE/OIvfDQEdgaE/s200/DSCN3992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042495109555901074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bien sur , promenade en nature + une petite soiree concert avec un adepte letonien des percussions et un groupe hollandais de musique experimentale...genre les percussions sont interpretees par une femme au claquette avec un mix de sax et trombone..musique bizare mais interessante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puis cette s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqTPPq5U0I/AAAAAAAAACc/JMfunCJowaE/s1600-h/DSCN3999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqTPPq5U0I/AAAAAAAAACc/JMfunCJowaE/s200/DSCN3999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042504622908461890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emaine, a savoir lundi 12, direction Budapest. Mais j avais plus trop envie de betement prendre l auroroute donc j ai descide de passer par les petites routes en traversant les petites montagnes de Slovaquie. Ca marche au final tout aussi bien... on avance au final moins vite bien sur (par de coup de 30-50km)mais le paysage est plus chouette, et on tombe sur des gens different. Genre le camion faisant London-Prague est remplace par la petite camionnette de l electricien allant faire son petit depanage...Etc..et me voila arrive assez simplement (apres 2 camionettes, une vieille voiture d un bon fermier senteur "la vache", une caisse audi d un business man, une voiture volant a droite d un anglais exile a Budapest) a Zvolen...une petite ville au &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqNV_q5UvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BeqBdBnO6rg/s1600-h/DSCN4002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqNV_q5UvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BeqBdBnO6rg/s200/DSCN4002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042498141802812146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;milieu de la Slovaquie pour passer ma premiere nuit..&lt;br /&gt;J aurai beau chercher ... les gens ici ont peur des espece d etranger qui veulent juste planter leur tente dans un coin du jardin...soit je trouve un petit coin tranquil, je m installe...dodo.&lt;br /&gt;Ou plus ou moins car 20-25degre le jour mais la nuit j ai vachement caille, le matin je me reveille . ma tente est completement gelee..je comprend pourquoi jai eu froid...je me demande comment je vais faire une fois dans la transylvanie en Ropumanie...enfin , chaque chose en son temps..mais bon c clair, va falloir m organiser un peu plus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqM-Pq5UuI/AAAAAAAAABs/jO3blLVEdMs/s1600-h/DSCN4012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqM-Pq5UuI/AAAAAAAAABs/jO3blLVEdMs/s320/DSCN4012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042497733780919010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqLqfq5UsI/AAAAAAAAABc/9wOyvE2LDTk/s1600-h/DSCN4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqLqfq5UsI/AAAAAAAAABc/9wOyvE2LDTk/s200/DSCN4022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042496294966874818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un petit camion direction Budapest, et me voial en pleine banlieu de budapest, au mileu des HLM vers midi. Le temps de me rendre dans le centre &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqMIvq5UtI/AAAAAAAAABk/0OUxzHera-k/s1600-h/DSCN4007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqMIvq5UtI/AAAAAAAAABk/0OUxzHera-k/s200/DSCN4007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042496814657917650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;et puis rebelotte a nouveau chercher un logement via l hospitalityClub.&lt;br /&gt;Avec difficulte je trouve une Autrichienne qui accepte de m heberger pour la premiere nuit.&lt;br /&gt;Le lendemain rebelote...internet...j epuis toutes mes ressources...et finalement (j y croyais quasi plus) je trouve un logement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et me voila.&lt;br /&gt;Sauve jusque dimanche. Je loge chez une charmante hongroise qui accepte de me prendre meme si elle logeait deja 1 couple de hollandais. Chouette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-548649295602796836?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/feeds/548649295602796836/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2676713074579188386&amp;postID=548649295602796836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/548649295602796836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/548649295602796836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/03/deja-prague.html' title='Premiere semaine...Y s en passent des choses'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqJsvq5UnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PUQlXJYLAWM/s72-c/DSCN3962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-8066558780975088472</id><published>2007-03-16T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:36.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Depart de Bxl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqHyPq5UjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZhM0sbawSH0/s1600-h/DSCN3928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqHyPq5UjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZhM0sbawSH0/s200/DSCN3928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042492030064349746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqOWPq5UxI/AAAAAAAAACE/iSV3-o5bE9w/s1600-h/DSCN3929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqOWPq5UxI/AAAAAAAAACE/iSV3-o5bE9w/s200/DSCN3929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042499245609407250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Depart de Bxl mardi 6 mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Rdv  a 9.00 AM sur la granc place de  Bxl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Une assez bonne idee d un certain Chipo...&lt;br /&gt;Merci a ceux qui etaient la et a la boulangere pour les croissants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-8066558780975088472?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/feeds/8066558780975088472/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2676713074579188386&amp;postID=8066558780975088472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/8066558780975088472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/8066558780975088472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/03/depart-de-bxl-mardi-6-mars-rdv-9.html' title='Depart de Bxl'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqHyPq5UjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZhM0sbawSH0/s72-c/DSCN3928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676713074579188386.post-7742891786316887382</id><published>2007-03-16T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:36.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First steps...Premiers pas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqOyvq5UyI/AAAAAAAAACM/zLd4m4gjZRY/s1600-h/dscn4026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqOyvq5UyI/AAAAAAAAACM/zLd4m4gjZRY/s200/dscn4026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042499735235679010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Les enfants,&lt;br /&gt;Mon ascencion vers la terre sacree de l inde a enfin commence et c pourquoi je me suis enfin decide a faire mon propre blog ce qui au final me semble etre la plus simple solution pour que la lumiere soit (partiellement...) faite sur mon petit cheminement....&lt;br /&gt;En plus, je pense que lors de mon retour dans notre petite belgique, les photos et souvenirs ne seront, je pense, loin d etre d actualite et c pourquoi je prefere les partager en "live"...virtuellement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vais essayer quand meme de pas trop faire de blabla et plus deposer les photos en vrac avec qques commentaires...enfin , je verrai..ca evoluera au cours de mon chemin en fonction de mon humeur...etc. Humeur qui je pense doit aujourd hui etre assez bonne vu que je me decide a faire ce "fichu" blog. A la bonne heure donc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqRofq5UzI/AAAAAAAAACU/6IwlXiIWhXI/s1600-h/DSCN3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqRofq5UzI/AAAAAAAAACU/6IwlXiIWhXI/s200/DSCN3938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042502857676903218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO MY ENGLISH READERS,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry friends, but i thinks it s gonna be quite uneasy for me to translate all my comments about my trip in english, so i hope you can apologize me and be statisfied with the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;But soemtimes, i think i ll write some "stuffy stuff"  in english as well, so check it  anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2676713074579188386-7742891786316887382?l=yaneninde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/7742891786316887382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2676713074579188386/posts/default/7742891786316887382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaneninde.blogspot.com/2007/03/premiers-pas.html' title='First steps...Premiers pas....'/><author><name>yannick256d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598281768250380524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaQLV7J9yAs/RfqOyvq5UyI/AAAAAAAAACM/zLd4m4gjZRY/s72-c/dscn4026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
