Wow has it really been under two weeks since i got on the bus to Riga? it feels like months have passed...
Riga... Latvia passed in a sleepy blurry haze, tending tender heart and and feet (bloomin bee sting to a week to heal and theres still a little lup there now) but after a few days of lie-ins and early nights my new traveling buddy Jack and I headed to the bus station to beging our Russian Leg of our adventure. Already in latvia the landscape was wonderfully difeerent to that of the mountainous france... the further east i got the flatter it got, the more silver birched lined the road side, rowan trees would pop their little bright red berry faces between them, more building were made of wood rather than bricks aтв the city was a concrete world in a new language... so as we boarded our bus to Russia i knew of what there was more to come... the bus took small roads through forrests of what seemed to be pine or larch and birch trees and headed slowly towards the russian border... every moment the mountains of france got further away and the temples of Japan became more of a reality. Jack as i passed our time on the bus sharing peanut butter sandwhiches and he began to reveal to me the limitles knowledge his brain seems to hold. For a sieve head like me its seems inconceivable that someone could remember so many dates and events and geographical changes through out history.... i barely remember my own birthday let alone the in's and outs of the USSR, revolutions and border changes to countries... but he does and hes a never ending font of information... which is nice because its like being told stories consistantly... even if i forget who each character was and need explaining a million times that its not called the Gremlin and that Stalin and Lenin were'nt the same person... im slowly getting the hang of it though :p
So the border passed smothly; despite my socialy planted images of evil russian guards robbing me at every oppotunity they have, and aside from a giggle passing the lips of the customs ladies as they saw the image of beardless babyfaced jack in his passport it was suprisingly uneventfull and suddenly i was in Russia...
...vague memories of Mr Wilson's History class.. something about the winter palace... men with large eye brows, a big moustauch and Rasputin yet looking out the window at the wispering silver birch i find it hard to believe such a land had been through so much torment and change...The landscape continues to shift slowly, the alphabet on the road signs illegable and the churches regal and gold topped with domes of pride.
Arriving in St Petersburg that night we had little more than an address and a metro stop name to get us to where we woule и staying that night at an apparment gifted to us by our couchsurfing host Elena. But not long trudging through the rain (which apparently had been falling for 11 days now) we arrived at the appartment block and was met by a french man who handed us the keys and swiftly left never to be seen again. ...so there we were in st petersburg in an appartment which held the decor of the soviet world which had once been, plastic chandeliers and greeny grey yellowy brown colouring to everything (including the water) yet charming and homely all the same...
Our time in St petersburg was for me glittered with beautiful moments, however the characters and excentrics we met sat down and farted on the face of the architecture...as beautiful and enchanting as that was....
St Petersburg city... probably number on highligh...the metro... blieve it or not. A man selling plasters... light box advert slots which contain no more than cute pictures of kittens and grand architecture and chandeliers... nothing like old sewege tunnels of the london underground. But better than the actual space was the perfect spot to sit on a bench and watch the locals storm by. Jack and i precticed our Russian Faces in an attempt to blend in with the locals but the outbursts of giggle fits and the shabby clothes i fear may have given us away slightly.
One lovely metro moment was when jack and i were sitting in our favourite spot under nevsky prospect and a woman walked past amongst the croud carrying two balloons shaped like balloon people...with balloony heads..balloony arms.. and little balloony feet... i felt the spark of inner child light up in me, my eyes sparkeled and a beaming smile came out of me..parhaps (knowing me) i may even have let out a joyous squeek to go with it. i looked at jack and he too had the fire of the little boys glee in his eyes... that lady saw us anв beamed a warm russian smile at us (a rarety in the metro) and was sweapt away in the crowd... a few moments later we pased her on our way to meet our couch surfing host. She was waiting at her platform and again we caught eye contact and big smiles, as we passed her she held out onу ща the balloons to us as a gift... wow "no no" we say "yes" she" gestures" though language barriers are no problem in situations when the heart and body are communicating "thank you" our eyes said "spasiba" our mouths said and we wondered away full of liquid gold carrying our new friend Bubbles up to the Streets.
This leads nicely to a perfect syncro flow moment up on the surface where Bubbles was wobbling greetings to the stoney faced russian passers by when suddenly i see a face very different... a feeling of home and sensation of familiarity in him... his dreads? ..no something else... he smiles and makes wiggley noises at bubbles and as he passes i spy a hang drum and a familiar blue monkey on him back... "Bristol?" he says "yes!" i say "Hangplaying hedgemonkey?" i say "yes!" he says... "mannyfesta da monkey?!" "yes!!" and we revel in a moment of praising our beautiful shared tribe of friends from back in bristol, mike, craig, ben, kev, marcus, the whole crew were with us right there in St Petersburg.... and suddenly our rivers pulled us on seperate currents, he was swept away with the crouds and we were meeting up with our couch surfing host with whome will still hadnt met even after staying two nights in her appartment.
The evening was spent with red wine, bread, chocolate and canals... at a friends house we wiled away the evening at at 2am a knowck on the door introduces us to excited Valentina. Babbeling madly in Russian our lovely friends translate for us "she has always loved england and when she found out real english people were here in her own appartment she just HAD to get you a gift" at 2 am she had run to the shop and bought us chocolates set in the shape of local tourist attractions and she brought them out from their hiding place behind her back..overwealmed we took them laughing atthe obserdidty of it all "she is in love with england and has never met english people before, she says england in a country of honour and stays at late into the night to watch period dramas" ... We gift her wit реру only theng suitable we could find on us, a 20 pence piece and pointed out the queen which made her happy... she truddled off to her appartment.. the first english people she had met in her 50 od years of life.
She also woke us up in the morning with a knock and a plate full of the best pancakes ive ever haв (ерун LOVE pancakes in russia!!) and a bowl of AMAZING honey from her dads own bees. whilst eating i wished i could post back the honey to the bummbling honey bears in brighton, amy, guy and green and send some to mike as it was sures some of the best honey i have ever had. (as a side note there was also a honey market happening the next day which we didnt make it to)
So aside from them and many many other amazing characters we met in st petersburg the actually city was beautiful its self. Architecture ranging from bleak soviet appartment blocks to grand gold topped churches, cathertrals and the hanzel and grettel esque Church on Spilled Blood. We spent days walking the city, drawing things and eating pancakes in different establishment, getting to grips with the alphabet and the language.
After 5 nights in st petersburg we boarded our first russian train for our 8 hour journey to Moscow. Bunk beds and children we showed the provinitsa our passports and boarded the train. Probably the best train i have ever been on, and the cheapest (especially compared to the uk) there was an urn with constant hot water from which we made ourselves free cups of tea with our tea bags... thre were feather pillows designed for the bedding which we sat upon and drifted the ride away. About an hour from Moscow three Russian drunks boarded the train and sat in our area as their tickets told them to, we spent the next our battling for our perfsonal space and jack got sucked into a convocation about football (which to me sounds like hell but he loved it i think) with three drunk guys who dont speak a word of english (and according to a friendly english speaking russian girl) barely made sence in russian either...
we greatfully got off the train at Moscow and was instantly recieved into the arms (quite litterally) of the lovely Dennis, Jacks old friend.
He took us out to a gerogian restaurant and we did a night tour of the red square and now here we are a few days later in his appartment after having convinced him that he wants to leave the hostel he runs for a week and run off to the mountains with us... on saturday we shall board a train to the mountains... 50 hours ....and our first experiences of the great trans siberian railway. ..WOOOHOOO
.....side notes:
-i must give up caffine again, jack corrupted me with ealr grey and now im dealing with an over excited heart rate and the sweats.
- I was shocked to see HUGE billboard posters with our old friend Dub FX on them here, turns out he's arriving sometime soon, synchro flow!! and it seems hes pretty fameous. A ticket for his show is almost as much as the tickets to go see tori amos here!! oooOOOOOoooo go Ben ... funny considering im used to seeing him cotch up on a street corner with a busking amp haha. So we may well cross paths with him and shosh at some point too.
- Oh and i am SO in love with all my friends in england right now, constantly latenting my love for them... so i love you all sooo sooo much, you are strong in my heart.
Love and light. May your journeys be strong and great.
Fleassy xx
One Girl, One Guitar, One Hell of a Journey
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Thursday, 23 September 2010
land and sea journey pt 4 - greg in grenoble, broken hearted in berlin, police in poland, relaxing in riga.
wow what an intence and yet short period of time it has been... full of hard emotions and goodbyes...
La Terriade
mike and i spent a few lovely days in la terriade by the vercours mountain. here we went for walks and saw live music. There was a little concert happening there one night of beautiful traditional celtic music. On afternoon before the concert i was sitting on a path way to the garden surrounded by about 10 tiny blue butterflys (the exact same type as the one which had previously spent an hour with mike and i in the meadow a week earlyer) and as i sat there David (one of the guys who live perminantly at la terriade) walked up to me holding something in his hands. As he came close the playfull butterflies who had been lolloping about on the ground together cascaded up into the air and spiraled around me "wow" David said. I was going to ask you to look after this bird but parhaps i shall leave you with the butterflies" In his hand was a small robin which had been found in the claws of one of the cats. its was close to death and barely able to move. David sujjestd the chicken coop would be good for it to let it die in peace without the cat bothering it too much more so i took it to The Palace (funnily enough my mums chickens live in a coop called Cluckingham Palace.... i guess chickens have a royal airs about them) and lay it in the shade on a little grassy tufft. The chickens (including one cute new born furry yellow chirpy chicklette) were intruiged by this new comer to their kingdom so i teek a few steps back and watched them to make sure it was all ok. fiurst the Cock came over...turned his head sideways and looked down with his side eye to the sorry little robin.... unsure he got a bit closer and then noticing me he scurried away. Next up was a puffy feathered hen, closer she got and i could see what was coming... yup a quick peck picked it up "oy!" i yelled and she scuttled away leaving the poor robin... unsure what to do i started dropping water drops on to his beak (being that water is such a great healer) which he started to drink readily and began to pirk up...blink a bit and even began to move a bit... unfortunatly it wasnt long before it was all too much for him...he went into a fit and died... i sighed...waited a moment before approaching him agaiun, checking he was truely dead and i took him up the side of the land and put him into a bush where a fox would find him and the circle would continue...
After a lovely day or two in the community in the vercours mountains we headed hitch hiking to grenoble ready for my next morning departure.... feeling romantic we splashed out in a road side patissery and enjoyed cake together... and recieved lovely friendly rides from local people. I really truely love this part of the world and hope one day to live there for a more extended period of time (infact david almost had me convinced not to leave at all haha) the mountains hold so much beauty and strength, the soil is fertile and strong and the rivers pure and fresh and cool. wow.
So we arrive in Grenoble to meet our friend Sabine who lives there. Realising i didnt have a print out for my ticket sabine and i cycled to a local internet place at 8pm hoping it would still be open...luckily for me it was ramadan and they were open all night! so i printed off the ticket and we headded home. We spent the evening relaxing and before bed i checked my bus time... i had thought it was 7 in the morning turns out it was 6.30 in the evening!!! YAY a whole day extra with mike! we snuggled and celebrated with a nice snoozey evening and a day of hanging out in the laundrette and washing our clothes and reading jack kerouac.... at about 4pm i double checked my ticket.... turns out i wasnt leaving untill actually then next day!! so we celebrated again, and went to the bio shop and brought chocolate as a gift to Sabine for all her lovelyness and some almonde pate yummyumm. Then we went home and began to chill out for the evening. Sabine came back and we shared food and shortly we recieved a Text from miked dad Greg...and he was in grenoble!!! and we knew he was in france heading our way but we didnt expect him so quickly...so on we put our shoes and trudged out into the city of grenobles to search for greg and kerry in gregs flasshy swish new car. That night they slept in the tent in the garden and mike and i settled into our final, final night together.... *sigh* in the middle of the night we heared a huge crash of thunder and the heavens opened...i cringed thinking of poor greg and kerry on their air bed in the tent...and fell asleep again.... and then i woke to mike saying "oh shit" .... "what?" i reply "the laundrys still hung up in the garden" we groaned and fell asleep again. once the sun was up i walked to the window to see the front of the tent flapping about as someone was moving about...later i learned from kerrie that she had woken to find a big ginger cat sitting on the end of the airmatress hiding from the rain and what i had wintness in the flapping was her trying to convince the cat that it should go outside....which of course it knew fully well it would rather be on a nice warm dry air bed that out there...so it didnt move and in the end poor kerry got out of bed and came up to us instead. ..greg however...slept through the whole rainstorm :) I stood on a bee just before i left...poor thing but atleast his pain ended quicker than mine...i still tending a sore sole of my foot. Its better today but yesterday it was burning up and really itchy.
..so...saying goodbye to your lover... sitting on the bus and seeing him through the window i finally cracked... i burst into tears feeling the stitching of my heart and soul begining to unravel as the bus rolled away as if the thread was caught on him and and the further away i got the more appart i was comming. Phoneless.... friendless... and crying on a bus full of strangers... a few hours later i got to leon where the (quite mean i must add) driver and co driver told me i had to get off and change and i found myself lost, confused....ot and sweaty and hyperventilating slightly and thinking over and over again "i cant do this, i cant do this...i think i have made the biggest misstake of my life...i just lost my lover" ... the next bus came...and i hesitated before i got on wondering if i should just go back to grenoble...but i knew i should atlest get to latvia before making any rash decisions...after all jack was there waiting for me. On the bus i pulled out the giuft James had given me...james...grandfather of divination and new daddy to baby Noah Oak... a dice... with 4 empty sides and two marked sides...one saying left..one saying right. "left- go back to mike. Right- stay on the bus" ....shakey shakey in my palms.... peek.... "right.....shit"
i calmed down for a few hours while listening to inner heights on my ipod, but by the time id got to berlin 24hours later my heart rate way back up...i was shaking and crying and needing to speak to mike... eventually i got through to him after the lovely sabine helped me online to calm down a bit...but 5 euros on a payphone to a uk mobile doesnt last long and before my heart was calm the money ran out but he said he would ring back....i stood by the phone knowing he would...it didnt ring but i picked up the handset and there he was... "hello?" i said "hello?" he said "yes i can hear you mike!" "hello?...i cant hear you...and i dont know if you can hear me...but if you can..." and he proceeded to tell me sweet loving things to calm my heart about strength and love... by the time he put the phone down i was smiling...my tears were joy and i trundled off to find my bus to lativa.....
russians.... alcohol.... wow...
so on the bus to latvia i meet two english lads as im getting on the bus, flicky hair, tight jeans and glitter they are heading to a festival to play a gig a few hours after they arrive and then next day get back on the bus and go back to england again. they had spent the last 24 hour drunk on the coach and one hand been passed out in the aisle for half of the jounrney..in the end the bus driver confiscated their beers (which they had been handing out to other passangers) and when i had met themthey were begining to sober up slightly and lets just say they looked a little worse for wear. one of them was called Jamie, a sweet guy who when he found out i used to live in brigthon asked if i know "gogeouse, tall emma who makes amazing waistcoats" .... yes!! so that was quite fun. As soon as i sat down onthe bus the guy next to me complained about me (i think i was probably quite stinky) and i got moved to the front to sit next to a red haired latvian and her russian boyfriend and his friend. her and her boyfriend had had a row... him and his mate were comp[letely rat arsed and downing jaegermeister. over the next hour they got louder and louder and more abnoxious to the pouint where the bus driver pulled in and called the police... then the boyfriend started insaulting the lady behind him (bear in mind this was all in russian) and she was getting quite angry and in responce HER boyfriend jumped up and got the drunked guy into a headlock and started punching him. The bus driver told them to stop and after an hour of faffing and drama and tutting and sighing the "back up police" (this is all in poland by the way) arrive and no one can understand each other even though to me its all the same gobbledy gook and finally the drunken russians and the red head and taken off the bus.... while all of this was going on i was trying to ignore it and read Dharma Bums by Jack kerouac ... a nice jucsterposition.
my blessing being that i then became the only person on the bus with two seats to sprawl out on and finally got some good sleep since before the thunderstorm in grenoble.
Arriving in Riga 48 hours after leaving grenoble. Enter Riga...enter a rain cloud... however as i get off the bus and go to the front of the station and say goodby to a lovley english girl whos heading of to do enviromental work at lake baikal Jack arrives on a bike! So that was nice... if not a bit surreal.
Turns out its Jacks birthday and we spend the evening wondering round riga and hanging out in a bar called "up in smoke" which is in a back ally and has no sign out front but a blackboard just in the front door withthe words "jack lives here" which we found amusing. Our couch surfer works in this funky place which is like a mix between an opium den and a psytrance party but without the drugs and electronic music... the walls plastered in psychedelic artwork, the sofas covered in psycedelic fabrics and a selection of little boothy rooms out bag full of cushions remaining (im guessing) from the days when people could smoke in bars and this was a buzzing place (the name of the place gives away what im guessing it used to be known for). These days its not smokey and actually quite lovely with "flower power" radio on the speakers... Its Jacks Birthday and Vita our host even presents Jack with a chocolate cake!! yum yum.
..tram home... Vita is working late so we catch the last tram back which unfortunatly for us not only involved interactions with 3 groups of hideously drunken people but also the tran decided it wasnt going to go the whole way and dropped us at a random place in this city we dont know and all we have is a road name and knowing its near a TV tower... we walk for an hour and finnaly arrive back to find poor Vita fretting about where we might be worried we were lost and trying to contact people top find out where we are....
but we were safe...had a lush nights sleep and a lazy day today...... on wednsday we get a bus to ST petersburg and our russian adventure begins.
i also got a latvian sim card and had some nice lovely texts from mike and greg, they are on their way to the hot springs together tinight :) lush! Gregs finally getting the holliday he deserves. :)
The music of my friends have been keeping my heart afloat in sad times... green, mike, radek, susie, ayla, carrie... thank you... you have no idea how much i appreciate and love you all. xxx
La Terriade
mike and i spent a few lovely days in la terriade by the vercours mountain. here we went for walks and saw live music. There was a little concert happening there one night of beautiful traditional celtic music. On afternoon before the concert i was sitting on a path way to the garden surrounded by about 10 tiny blue butterflys (the exact same type as the one which had previously spent an hour with mike and i in the meadow a week earlyer) and as i sat there David (one of the guys who live perminantly at la terriade) walked up to me holding something in his hands. As he came close the playfull butterflies who had been lolloping about on the ground together cascaded up into the air and spiraled around me "wow" David said. I was going to ask you to look after this bird but parhaps i shall leave you with the butterflies" In his hand was a small robin which had been found in the claws of one of the cats. its was close to death and barely able to move. David sujjestd the chicken coop would be good for it to let it die in peace without the cat bothering it too much more so i took it to The Palace (funnily enough my mums chickens live in a coop called Cluckingham Palace.... i guess chickens have a royal airs about them) and lay it in the shade on a little grassy tufft. The chickens (including one cute new born furry yellow chirpy chicklette) were intruiged by this new comer to their kingdom so i teek a few steps back and watched them to make sure it was all ok. fiurst the Cock came over...turned his head sideways and looked down with his side eye to the sorry little robin.... unsure he got a bit closer and then noticing me he scurried away. Next up was a puffy feathered hen, closer she got and i could see what was coming... yup a quick peck picked it up "oy!" i yelled and she scuttled away leaving the poor robin... unsure what to do i started dropping water drops on to his beak (being that water is such a great healer) which he started to drink readily and began to pirk up...blink a bit and even began to move a bit... unfortunatly it wasnt long before it was all too much for him...he went into a fit and died... i sighed...waited a moment before approaching him agaiun, checking he was truely dead and i took him up the side of the land and put him into a bush where a fox would find him and the circle would continue...
After a lovely day or two in the community in the vercours mountains we headed hitch hiking to grenoble ready for my next morning departure.... feeling romantic we splashed out in a road side patissery and enjoyed cake together... and recieved lovely friendly rides from local people. I really truely love this part of the world and hope one day to live there for a more extended period of time (infact david almost had me convinced not to leave at all haha) the mountains hold so much beauty and strength, the soil is fertile and strong and the rivers pure and fresh and cool. wow.
So we arrive in Grenoble to meet our friend Sabine who lives there. Realising i didnt have a print out for my ticket sabine and i cycled to a local internet place at 8pm hoping it would still be open...luckily for me it was ramadan and they were open all night! so i printed off the ticket and we headded home. We spent the evening relaxing and before bed i checked my bus time... i had thought it was 7 in the morning turns out it was 6.30 in the evening!!! YAY a whole day extra with mike! we snuggled and celebrated with a nice snoozey evening and a day of hanging out in the laundrette and washing our clothes and reading jack kerouac.... at about 4pm i double checked my ticket.... turns out i wasnt leaving untill actually then next day!! so we celebrated again, and went to the bio shop and brought chocolate as a gift to Sabine for all her lovelyness and some almonde pate yummyumm. Then we went home and began to chill out for the evening. Sabine came back and we shared food and shortly we recieved a Text from miked dad Greg...and he was in grenoble!!! and we knew he was in france heading our way but we didnt expect him so quickly...so on we put our shoes and trudged out into the city of grenobles to search for greg and kerry in gregs flasshy swish new car. That night they slept in the tent in the garden and mike and i settled into our final, final night together.... *sigh* in the middle of the night we heared a huge crash of thunder and the heavens opened...i cringed thinking of poor greg and kerry on their air bed in the tent...and fell asleep again.... and then i woke to mike saying "oh shit" .... "what?" i reply "the laundrys still hung up in the garden" we groaned and fell asleep again. once the sun was up i walked to the window to see the front of the tent flapping about as someone was moving about...later i learned from kerrie that she had woken to find a big ginger cat sitting on the end of the airmatress hiding from the rain and what i had wintness in the flapping was her trying to convince the cat that it should go outside....which of course it knew fully well it would rather be on a nice warm dry air bed that out there...so it didnt move and in the end poor kerry got out of bed and came up to us instead. ..greg however...slept through the whole rainstorm :) I stood on a bee just before i left...poor thing but atleast his pain ended quicker than mine...i still tending a sore sole of my foot. Its better today but yesterday it was burning up and really itchy.
..so...saying goodbye to your lover... sitting on the bus and seeing him through the window i finally cracked... i burst into tears feeling the stitching of my heart and soul begining to unravel as the bus rolled away as if the thread was caught on him and and the further away i got the more appart i was comming. Phoneless.... friendless... and crying on a bus full of strangers... a few hours later i got to leon where the (quite mean i must add) driver and co driver told me i had to get off and change and i found myself lost, confused....ot and sweaty and hyperventilating slightly and thinking over and over again "i cant do this, i cant do this...i think i have made the biggest misstake of my life...i just lost my lover" ... the next bus came...and i hesitated before i got on wondering if i should just go back to grenoble...but i knew i should atlest get to latvia before making any rash decisions...after all jack was there waiting for me. On the bus i pulled out the giuft James had given me...james...grandfather of divination and new daddy to baby Noah Oak... a dice... with 4 empty sides and two marked sides...one saying left..one saying right. "left- go back to mike. Right- stay on the bus" ....shakey shakey in my palms.... peek.... "right.....shit"
i calmed down for a few hours while listening to inner heights on my ipod, but by the time id got to berlin 24hours later my heart rate way back up...i was shaking and crying and needing to speak to mike... eventually i got through to him after the lovely sabine helped me online to calm down a bit...but 5 euros on a payphone to a uk mobile doesnt last long and before my heart was calm the money ran out but he said he would ring back....i stood by the phone knowing he would...it didnt ring but i picked up the handset and there he was... "hello?" i said "hello?" he said "yes i can hear you mike!" "hello?...i cant hear you...and i dont know if you can hear me...but if you can..." and he proceeded to tell me sweet loving things to calm my heart about strength and love... by the time he put the phone down i was smiling...my tears were joy and i trundled off to find my bus to lativa.....
russians.... alcohol.... wow...
so on the bus to latvia i meet two english lads as im getting on the bus, flicky hair, tight jeans and glitter they are heading to a festival to play a gig a few hours after they arrive and then next day get back on the bus and go back to england again. they had spent the last 24 hour drunk on the coach and one hand been passed out in the aisle for half of the jounrney..in the end the bus driver confiscated their beers (which they had been handing out to other passangers) and when i had met themthey were begining to sober up slightly and lets just say they looked a little worse for wear. one of them was called Jamie, a sweet guy who when he found out i used to live in brigthon asked if i know "gogeouse, tall emma who makes amazing waistcoats" .... yes!! so that was quite fun. As soon as i sat down onthe bus the guy next to me complained about me (i think i was probably quite stinky) and i got moved to the front to sit next to a red haired latvian and her russian boyfriend and his friend. her and her boyfriend had had a row... him and his mate were comp[letely rat arsed and downing jaegermeister. over the next hour they got louder and louder and more abnoxious to the pouint where the bus driver pulled in and called the police... then the boyfriend started insaulting the lady behind him (bear in mind this was all in russian) and she was getting quite angry and in responce HER boyfriend jumped up and got the drunked guy into a headlock and started punching him. The bus driver told them to stop and after an hour of faffing and drama and tutting and sighing the "back up police" (this is all in poland by the way) arrive and no one can understand each other even though to me its all the same gobbledy gook and finally the drunken russians and the red head and taken off the bus.... while all of this was going on i was trying to ignore it and read Dharma Bums by Jack kerouac ... a nice jucsterposition.
my blessing being that i then became the only person on the bus with two seats to sprawl out on and finally got some good sleep since before the thunderstorm in grenoble.
Arriving in Riga 48 hours after leaving grenoble. Enter Riga...enter a rain cloud... however as i get off the bus and go to the front of the station and say goodby to a lovley english girl whos heading of to do enviromental work at lake baikal Jack arrives on a bike! So that was nice... if not a bit surreal.
Turns out its Jacks birthday and we spend the evening wondering round riga and hanging out in a bar called "up in smoke" which is in a back ally and has no sign out front but a blackboard just in the front door withthe words "jack lives here" which we found amusing. Our couch surfer works in this funky place which is like a mix between an opium den and a psytrance party but without the drugs and electronic music... the walls plastered in psychedelic artwork, the sofas covered in psycedelic fabrics and a selection of little boothy rooms out bag full of cushions remaining (im guessing) from the days when people could smoke in bars and this was a buzzing place (the name of the place gives away what im guessing it used to be known for). These days its not smokey and actually quite lovely with "flower power" radio on the speakers... Its Jacks Birthday and Vita our host even presents Jack with a chocolate cake!! yum yum.
..tram home... Vita is working late so we catch the last tram back which unfortunatly for us not only involved interactions with 3 groups of hideously drunken people but also the tran decided it wasnt going to go the whole way and dropped us at a random place in this city we dont know and all we have is a road name and knowing its near a TV tower... we walk for an hour and finnaly arrive back to find poor Vita fretting about where we might be worried we were lost and trying to contact people top find out where we are....
but we were safe...had a lush nights sleep and a lazy day today...... on wednsday we get a bus to ST petersburg and our russian adventure begins.
i also got a latvian sim card and had some nice lovely texts from mike and greg, they are on their way to the hot springs together tinight :) lush! Gregs finally getting the holliday he deserves. :)
The music of my friends have been keeping my heart afloat in sad times... green, mike, radek, susie, ayla, carrie... thank you... you have no idea how much i appreciate and love you all. xxx
Land and Sea Journey part 3 - Butterflys, spirulina and hot springs
ok so its been what to me feeling like forever since i wrote a little update... though probably not that long soooo much has happened.
so i begin at the marrionette festival where mike and i met Rosie sitting under a tree by the caroselle in Mirepoix. funnily enough i didnt see many puppet shows at the festival as it was all to over wealming for me, the sounds, lights, people, food, mike and rosie tigether!! wow. so that night we went out into the countryside and slept benieth the stars.
The next day we hitched first thing to Esperaza market on mikes recomendation that we MUST get pan de Marie, a specifically amazing local bread made from local spelt made by Maire... lady bread. unfortunatly we missed the bread and most of the market, as is the nature if hitching...... with three people, three backpacks and three guitars, but we did meet a rainbow brother called Ben who with his "shanti shanti" vibes took us all back to mirepoix where we set up just outside the town by a river. Mike and i wondered of for some splishy splashy and embarised some innocent dog walkers when they stumbled pon us post shower drying... but it was ok cos turnedout they were hippies also coming down for a bath haha.
mirepoix is a beautiful medival town in the pyreneese where a few years back i veisited with mike and radek to find an apples festival happening! huge sculptures made of apples. there were no apples this time and the marrionettes had moved on but we set up busking and a little stall with my jewelery in the market and ban himself had a big stall full of the usual hippy indian imports to sell.
our plan was to hitch south after the market and go to some hot springs we knew of.. little did we know of bens "shanti shanti" plans to kidnap us to a local pices of land for an evening of music and food.
.... then again we didnt resist much, schlomped in the back of his truck tired from all the moving about it was nice to chill out for an evening.
then next day the hours seemed to fly by... aaaahhhh rainbow land vortex... all good and well bnut its no way to get to a hot spring so finally we took the assertive role and instead of waiting for ben to do his "shanti shanti" thing we plonked out bags on our backs and hiked down to the local town.... three people... three bags.... three guitars..... and not many hours of sunlight left to reach just by the spanish boarder. It wasnt long after a few short rides and lots of long waits that we began to realise the chance of us making it out of the area (which has a similar magnetic vortex as glastonbury, full of cosmic coincidences that are all so amazing but also very good at promoting procrastonation) rosie declaires "right this next car that stops will take us all the way there" as she said it i stick my thumb out and two white vans pull in...... to take us pretty much right there! two guys heading to boom festival but spending a month driving around france hiking in mountains, they took us to the closest big town but by this point it was pretty late so we parked up in a road side meadow in the now very high mountains. here they revealed to us the secret of having two vans, paked with sliding door facing they revealed a neat little kitchen in one, and the other? a fully chill down shanti living room complete with throws and futon.. nice. we chowed down on some lovely nosh they made and talked the night away before departing to out little tent (as its much colder and damp at night up here).
wow to wake up in the mountains surrounded by wild flowers. sun blazing down and the lads decide to sleep in pretty late so we have planty of time to enjoy the area. mike and i wonder up the mountain side a bit and sit on a rock for one of "those" chats .... yet somehow surrounded by so much beauty and clean air its harder to take these things seriously.... soon enough we found ourselves entranced by a new friend... a small butterfly had joined us during out convocation and had been crawling across my face, legs, hands, feet, nose, head...everywhere. occasionally fluttering away and returning a few minutes later. This beautiful little blessing stayed with us for about an hour just enjoying us enjoying its company before it flew away and we decended down the hill for breakfast.
we arrived at the hotsprings later that day, but the sun was dwindling. storm clouds brewed above our heads and as we reached the bottom of the wild cascade of steaming spring water after a sdhort hike away from a small mountain road the heavans opened and tropical rain began to descend. we did what any sensible person would, put our bags and guitars under a plastic poncho, stripped off and jumed into the hottest pool our skin could handle. Wow, what an experiance, cold rain hitting my face lieing in a steamy pool of soft sulpher water surrounded by lush green forrest and rocks.... mmmmm....
the raind relaxed for long enough to set up the tent before the real dowpour happened, thunder, lightning, floods... wow... amazing. me having no raincoat (i left it at home like a silly billy)was standing in the warm rainy weather in silk trousers and a t shirt, cooking quinoa and veg on an open fire with mike and rosie. As the stars came out and the storm passed over we dried out over the flames before snuggling in together to the tent. we found a handy dry cave for the bags and guitars and prayed for sunshine in the morning.
Morning... hot spring bath.... and the clouds drew in again... we though yesterdays sudden downpoar was bad .. then this one came. we huddled in the tent with more quinoa and veg and listened to the roar of the rain... rosie the ever doing doer she is climbed out qnd dug a trench round the tent wit ha fork which worked amazingly then off we trundled back to the hotsprings to make the most of the face we were allready wet. i tell you there is no better place to be in this weather than lieing in a hotspring with wonderful people all around.
the next day the sun came back and we driend off any wetness which remained and planned our next moves... already time for rosie to leave? how can it be? then east we should head as its less than a week now untill my bus to latvia. A synchronistic moment in the hot springs that morning met us up with Pablo, a freind we had met the year before where he lived, 6 hours drive east of where we were now. He is part of a group of inspiring individuals who took songs and performance all about spriulina (of course, what else!?) to africa last year and taught people to grow their own spirulia. and guess where he happened to be driving? thats right! 6 hours east to toulon where more of out wonderfull friends from the year before would be. synchro flow yo! so .... into the car we jumped leaving rosie at the hot springs planning her route (with a rather lovely french girl who seemed to take a shining to her so im guessing shes safe now haha) and off we headed east.
now our old friend Gerome had left me with a fantastic parting gift back in mirepoix after out night under the stars. a pair of googly eyes which attatch to my hand to make my little hand creature puppet i love to make look even more life like... so when we hit the rush our traffic at the payages many hours later what else did i have to do other than enterntain myself (and other cars) with googley swan!? .. people laughed! people responded with their own makeshift puppets! people pulled faces! pablo laughed! pablo crashed!... ah yes... pablo crashed hehe. very very slow (almost stopped) traffic and in all the excitement of cheesy 90s pop music and a dancing hand puppet the car we were in kissed the bumper of the car in front and oh dear the driver was not happy.. he got out all stern in the middle of the carpark-esqua motorway and light hearted pablo also got out to assess the damage, and in the moment managed to also slam his fingers into the car door!!!!! ouchy ... oh pablo, renound; i find out after, for his clumsyness just laughed it all off and back on our way we went.... googley swan acting a little more timid from here on in.( though for a good portion more of the journey people were driving past us making puppety gestures and laughing)
we later stopped at a service station and met up with Mr spirulina himself who happend to be 10 minutes behind us on the motorway also heading east fropm the mountains. a late nick picnic and a plan was concieved to go meet another friend Assia as she finished work on the night market at 1am and suprise her.
aaah the cote azur! sucha contrast to the fertile natular land of the mountains.... this concrete james bond esque money world. we supprised assia and the shock on her face was priceless and memorable... but it was late and all so everyone finally went of home and mike and i were driven 2km out of town to what we were told was some wild beach... it was actually a rocky coast line behind some houses yet beautiful anyway. we set out a little bed and cuddled up under the stars. 3am we closed our eyes. 6am we opened them again to see a rageing electric storm heading our way. memories of the downpours at the hotsprings let us to pack out bed away and swiftly head toward town to sit in a restaurant verranda and wait for the world to wake up and for the rain to come.... funnily enough the rain didnt come untill just before the restaurant opened so we sat sleepy eyed and ate crossants and drank earl grey to wake us up.
we spent the day at the rich market having fun with assia as the rain eventually gave way around mid day to glorious sunshine... copious amounts of ice cream and at around midnight Mr Spirulina arrived to whisk us away to his grandparents land where we met pablo and again we spent another glorious night under the stars. The next day our plans to head north to a beautiful community south of grenoble was foiled by sleepy morning hippy time and an adventure to the sea to try snorkeling. .... now ive had a fear of large expances of water since before i could walk or talk so it was an amazing experience to me to be in a rather choppy med sea on rocks slippy and dotted with crazy spikey orb creatures (why any great creator would create such an evil creature designed to spike innocent tourists and paddlers and not much else i dont know) ..... (bless it anyway).... and trying to trust that if i submerge my face into the salty mass i will be able to breath and my reward would be to be able to see underwater world of fish. it was definatly an experience though not the ideal situation for a first time snorkler.... however i did come out of it virtually unscathed.... unlike mike who came out of the sea dripping with bright pinkyred blood from where the rocks had ripped his legs and feet to shreds. (dont worry mum of mike he's surving.... it makes him stronger!)
so eventually after another stary sleep and a slow relaxing start to the day we head off north saying goodbye to the lovely spirulina man (spirumann.com i believe) and laden with green powders of different kinds stuffed in every available pocket. an easy hitch up to the south of the alps and to suprise our friends at the community. infact we were dropped about 4km away from it on a road which no cars seemed to pass but my intuition was telling me the la terriade crew would drive past, and low and behold a white van pulls into the road and there is David, smile huge at the sight of us and in he pulls exclaiming how he hasnt driving on the route for 3 weeks and the first time he does there we are.
so here we are, bach in one of my homes of heart, i love it here. amongst mountains. one day i think i will live here.
its comming to the end of my time in france... and my time with mike... tomorrow we head to grenobles and stay with somefriends there and the morning after... i board my bus to latvia and say goodbye to mike...
.... i have no words for this....
i love everyone at home.... have been thinking a lot of my dad recently.I love you Dad.
Loads of love and i will write again when i can!
Fleassy xx
so i begin at the marrionette festival where mike and i met Rosie sitting under a tree by the caroselle in Mirepoix. funnily enough i didnt see many puppet shows at the festival as it was all to over wealming for me, the sounds, lights, people, food, mike and rosie tigether!! wow. so that night we went out into the countryside and slept benieth the stars.
The next day we hitched first thing to Esperaza market on mikes recomendation that we MUST get pan de Marie, a specifically amazing local bread made from local spelt made by Maire... lady bread. unfortunatly we missed the bread and most of the market, as is the nature if hitching...... with three people, three backpacks and three guitars, but we did meet a rainbow brother called Ben who with his "shanti shanti" vibes took us all back to mirepoix where we set up just outside the town by a river. Mike and i wondered of for some splishy splashy and embarised some innocent dog walkers when they stumbled pon us post shower drying... but it was ok cos turnedout they were hippies also coming down for a bath haha.
mirepoix is a beautiful medival town in the pyreneese where a few years back i veisited with mike and radek to find an apples festival happening! huge sculptures made of apples. there were no apples this time and the marrionettes had moved on but we set up busking and a little stall with my jewelery in the market and ban himself had a big stall full of the usual hippy indian imports to sell.
our plan was to hitch south after the market and go to some hot springs we knew of.. little did we know of bens "shanti shanti" plans to kidnap us to a local pices of land for an evening of music and food.
.... then again we didnt resist much, schlomped in the back of his truck tired from all the moving about it was nice to chill out for an evening.
then next day the hours seemed to fly by... aaaahhhh rainbow land vortex... all good and well bnut its no way to get to a hot spring so finally we took the assertive role and instead of waiting for ben to do his "shanti shanti" thing we plonked out bags on our backs and hiked down to the local town.... three people... three bags.... three guitars..... and not many hours of sunlight left to reach just by the spanish boarder. It wasnt long after a few short rides and lots of long waits that we began to realise the chance of us making it out of the area (which has a similar magnetic vortex as glastonbury, full of cosmic coincidences that are all so amazing but also very good at promoting procrastonation) rosie declaires "right this next car that stops will take us all the way there" as she said it i stick my thumb out and two white vans pull in...... to take us pretty much right there! two guys heading to boom festival but spending a month driving around france hiking in mountains, they took us to the closest big town but by this point it was pretty late so we parked up in a road side meadow in the now very high mountains. here they revealed to us the secret of having two vans, paked with sliding door facing they revealed a neat little kitchen in one, and the other? a fully chill down shanti living room complete with throws and futon.. nice. we chowed down on some lovely nosh they made and talked the night away before departing to out little tent (as its much colder and damp at night up here).
wow to wake up in the mountains surrounded by wild flowers. sun blazing down and the lads decide to sleep in pretty late so we have planty of time to enjoy the area. mike and i wonder up the mountain side a bit and sit on a rock for one of "those" chats .... yet somehow surrounded by so much beauty and clean air its harder to take these things seriously.... soon enough we found ourselves entranced by a new friend... a small butterfly had joined us during out convocation and had been crawling across my face, legs, hands, feet, nose, head...everywhere. occasionally fluttering away and returning a few minutes later. This beautiful little blessing stayed with us for about an hour just enjoying us enjoying its company before it flew away and we decended down the hill for breakfast.
we arrived at the hotsprings later that day, but the sun was dwindling. storm clouds brewed above our heads and as we reached the bottom of the wild cascade of steaming spring water after a sdhort hike away from a small mountain road the heavans opened and tropical rain began to descend. we did what any sensible person would, put our bags and guitars under a plastic poncho, stripped off and jumed into the hottest pool our skin could handle. Wow, what an experiance, cold rain hitting my face lieing in a steamy pool of soft sulpher water surrounded by lush green forrest and rocks.... mmmmm....
the raind relaxed for long enough to set up the tent before the real dowpour happened, thunder, lightning, floods... wow... amazing. me having no raincoat (i left it at home like a silly billy)was standing in the warm rainy weather in silk trousers and a t shirt, cooking quinoa and veg on an open fire with mike and rosie. As the stars came out and the storm passed over we dried out over the flames before snuggling in together to the tent. we found a handy dry cave for the bags and guitars and prayed for sunshine in the morning.
Morning... hot spring bath.... and the clouds drew in again... we though yesterdays sudden downpoar was bad .. then this one came. we huddled in the tent with more quinoa and veg and listened to the roar of the rain... rosie the ever doing doer she is climbed out qnd dug a trench round the tent wit ha fork which worked amazingly then off we trundled back to the hotsprings to make the most of the face we were allready wet. i tell you there is no better place to be in this weather than lieing in a hotspring with wonderful people all around.
the next day the sun came back and we driend off any wetness which remained and planned our next moves... already time for rosie to leave? how can it be? then east we should head as its less than a week now untill my bus to latvia. A synchronistic moment in the hot springs that morning met us up with Pablo, a freind we had met the year before where he lived, 6 hours drive east of where we were now. He is part of a group of inspiring individuals who took songs and performance all about spriulina (of course, what else!?) to africa last year and taught people to grow their own spirulia. and guess where he happened to be driving? thats right! 6 hours east to toulon where more of out wonderfull friends from the year before would be. synchro flow yo! so .... into the car we jumped leaving rosie at the hot springs planning her route (with a rather lovely french girl who seemed to take a shining to her so im guessing shes safe now haha) and off we headed east.
now our old friend Gerome had left me with a fantastic parting gift back in mirepoix after out night under the stars. a pair of googly eyes which attatch to my hand to make my little hand creature puppet i love to make look even more life like... so when we hit the rush our traffic at the payages many hours later what else did i have to do other than enterntain myself (and other cars) with googley swan!? .. people laughed! people responded with their own makeshift puppets! people pulled faces! pablo laughed! pablo crashed!... ah yes... pablo crashed hehe. very very slow (almost stopped) traffic and in all the excitement of cheesy 90s pop music and a dancing hand puppet the car we were in kissed the bumper of the car in front and oh dear the driver was not happy.. he got out all stern in the middle of the carpark-esqua motorway and light hearted pablo also got out to assess the damage, and in the moment managed to also slam his fingers into the car door!!!!! ouchy ... oh pablo, renound; i find out after, for his clumsyness just laughed it all off and back on our way we went.... googley swan acting a little more timid from here on in.( though for a good portion more of the journey people were driving past us making puppety gestures and laughing)
we later stopped at a service station and met up with Mr spirulina himself who happend to be 10 minutes behind us on the motorway also heading east fropm the mountains. a late nick picnic and a plan was concieved to go meet another friend Assia as she finished work on the night market at 1am and suprise her.
aaah the cote azur! sucha contrast to the fertile natular land of the mountains.... this concrete james bond esque money world. we supprised assia and the shock on her face was priceless and memorable... but it was late and all so everyone finally went of home and mike and i were driven 2km out of town to what we were told was some wild beach... it was actually a rocky coast line behind some houses yet beautiful anyway. we set out a little bed and cuddled up under the stars. 3am we closed our eyes. 6am we opened them again to see a rageing electric storm heading our way. memories of the downpours at the hotsprings let us to pack out bed away and swiftly head toward town to sit in a restaurant verranda and wait for the world to wake up and for the rain to come.... funnily enough the rain didnt come untill just before the restaurant opened so we sat sleepy eyed and ate crossants and drank earl grey to wake us up.
we spent the day at the rich market having fun with assia as the rain eventually gave way around mid day to glorious sunshine... copious amounts of ice cream and at around midnight Mr Spirulina arrived to whisk us away to his grandparents land where we met pablo and again we spent another glorious night under the stars. The next day our plans to head north to a beautiful community south of grenoble was foiled by sleepy morning hippy time and an adventure to the sea to try snorkeling. .... now ive had a fear of large expances of water since before i could walk or talk so it was an amazing experience to me to be in a rather choppy med sea on rocks slippy and dotted with crazy spikey orb creatures (why any great creator would create such an evil creature designed to spike innocent tourists and paddlers and not much else i dont know) ..... (bless it anyway).... and trying to trust that if i submerge my face into the salty mass i will be able to breath and my reward would be to be able to see underwater world of fish. it was definatly an experience though not the ideal situation for a first time snorkler.... however i did come out of it virtually unscathed.... unlike mike who came out of the sea dripping with bright pinkyred blood from where the rocks had ripped his legs and feet to shreds. (dont worry mum of mike he's surving.... it makes him stronger!)
so eventually after another stary sleep and a slow relaxing start to the day we head off north saying goodbye to the lovely spirulina man (spirumann.com i believe) and laden with green powders of different kinds stuffed in every available pocket. an easy hitch up to the south of the alps and to suprise our friends at the community. infact we were dropped about 4km away from it on a road which no cars seemed to pass but my intuition was telling me the la terriade crew would drive past, and low and behold a white van pulls into the road and there is David, smile huge at the sight of us and in he pulls exclaiming how he hasnt driving on the route for 3 weeks and the first time he does there we are.
so here we are, bach in one of my homes of heart, i love it here. amongst mountains. one day i think i will live here.
its comming to the end of my time in france... and my time with mike... tomorrow we head to grenobles and stay with somefriends there and the morning after... i board my bus to latvia and say goodbye to mike...
.... i have no words for this....
i love everyone at home.... have been thinking a lot of my dad recently.I love you Dad.
Loads of love and i will write again when i can!
Fleassy xx
Land and Sea Journey Part 2
Wow.... i forget when im living in one place how much the universe is prepared to lift you and carry you if you are open to it. Synchronisities, Abundance, Love.
These past fez days have been gorious, we sat in Albi as i wrote the last update on the interenet searching for couchsurfers to stay with.... well i did.. mean while mike was of facebook, but as is so often the case with him this was the perfect place for him to be as a friend of his who lives in the area happened to be online at the same time (apparenly a rare occurence) and she offered us a place to stay if we decided to come visit. never did i imagine what a glorious thing this would be. After visiting the pink chathedral of Albi (big, scary, masculine with an organ concert happening) we headed to the bus station. En route a momentary meeting with a man with supernatural facial hair, an accordian and some marrioneetes playing in the street. he greeted us with a joyous smile which we also retured, and when we tried to give him moneyhe refused, saying something about empathy in french. So with a mile and after giving him a handfull of wild plums we had picked we continued on our way, he was our good omen.
The bus to the village we were headed to was only 2€ and took us right out into the hills and valleys of Tarn, here we got out at a train station 20km from Penne, our destinaton. and what better thing to be greeted by than an ensemble of cats and kittens!! ahha! heavan (well..slightly flea ridden heaven).
Shortly our friend Gerome came ot pick us up and when we arrived another friend, Claire, gave us keys to our very own french, medievle (i can never spell that word) cottage. and here in this beautiful village we have spent our last few days. We went with Gerome and Amandine to a local campsite to see a band play nd i ate ice cream...yum... and then next day... yesterday... adventures got even more.
After a glorious morning in the sun lit lanes of Penne playing music, talking and drinking tea Gerome took us to a cave about 2km away from the town, after a 15 min walk up the hill we got to the entrance. This particular cave was inhabbited in the pehistoric times and once we entered into the cool damp tunnel we came across the cave paintigs of two Bison. Unfortunatly there was a huge grate infront of it because in 1992 some kids had gone in there and tagged the whole cave, INCLUDING the ancient pieces of art. ... breaks my heart... and makes me wonder how those kids feel now they are older, and if they ever go back to visit the damage they did becaue the Bison are barely visable now, worn away and the further you go into the cave the more tags you find here and there in black spray paint. ...yet so,ehow to me the etched numbers of 1853 and 1962 etc throughout the cave was more charming... a different level of vandalism yet one sightly fonder to my heart and much subtler i guess. Makes me think of Old Max Salad and his stone masonary graffiti .. oh steven your a classic!!
After the cave we rushed off to a local village that was having a festival, Gerome rushed us to the town to catch a puppet show, we presumed he realy wanted to see. on arrival he ropped us by the street up to the show and ran off fast as lightning to with our money to get tickets. Then when he arrived he marched deturmined up to the show... but when we got there he handed us out tickets and we realised he didnt hae one... he had rushed it all and run so fast just for us so we wouldnt miss the show!!! (oh i forgot to mention there is a very interesting language barrier between us all, both speaking broken sentances of each others language haha)
The puppet show was inspiring and funny ... makes me dream of days when i will also be reating such magical shows, bringing life to inanimate objects.
After this mike and i decended to the festival centre and met up with claire, Amondine and Gerome. I love the way the french do town festivals, so community based. different to the festvals that i go to in england where the community is strong but built of people scattered all across the country comming together. These little town festivals are build upon a comunity of people who live near each other and parhaps often dont talk or know each other but they all come together to create this one event as a community. Gypsy music, clowns, free grape juice/wine and nibbles suplied by the council... perfect.
As night decended and the lights began to twinkle, the sky orange and blue my eye lids began to droop. around midnight we got into the car and i fell asleep, only to wake up in ANOTHER magical place where astrology boffins had come together with masive telescopes to view the stars. In my dreamy dosey haze mike and i wondered up into the obseratories and peeked through telescopes looking at jupiter and her moons. At galaxies far far away... however more impressive to me than these huge amazing instruments of sight was my own eyes... the night sky seemed never ending and full of glittering shining stars and planets.... finally we returned to the car and headed home.
Today Gerome happens to be driving south to almost exactly where we were planning to head next to go to a Marrionnete festival (our good omen flashes into my mind again) and so we shall go with him, down to the mountains to mirepoix. Apparently a dear dear friend of mine has just hitched across the whole of north spain and fance to go there to meet up with us... Good Old Rosie...
so thats the latest update, who knows when the next one will come, and it may not be as detailed due to internet access but i hope you enjoy reading about it :)
Loads of love Fleassy
PS. wow i can not help but send so so so much gratitude out to all the people i know in my life, i keep having flashes of images and dreams of all my dear friends... thank you.
PPS. a dream last night of muddy slip-n-sliding on a tobbogan up a hill... no need to push just slipping up hill...another good omen.
These past fez days have been gorious, we sat in Albi as i wrote the last update on the interenet searching for couchsurfers to stay with.... well i did.. mean while mike was of facebook, but as is so often the case with him this was the perfect place for him to be as a friend of his who lives in the area happened to be online at the same time (apparenly a rare occurence) and she offered us a place to stay if we decided to come visit. never did i imagine what a glorious thing this would be. After visiting the pink chathedral of Albi (big, scary, masculine with an organ concert happening) we headed to the bus station. En route a momentary meeting with a man with supernatural facial hair, an accordian and some marrioneetes playing in the street. he greeted us with a joyous smile which we also retured, and when we tried to give him moneyhe refused, saying something about empathy in french. So with a mile and after giving him a handfull of wild plums we had picked we continued on our way, he was our good omen.
The bus to the village we were headed to was only 2€ and took us right out into the hills and valleys of Tarn, here we got out at a train station 20km from Penne, our destinaton. and what better thing to be greeted by than an ensemble of cats and kittens!! ahha! heavan (well..slightly flea ridden heaven).
Shortly our friend Gerome came ot pick us up and when we arrived another friend, Claire, gave us keys to our very own french, medievle (i can never spell that word) cottage. and here in this beautiful village we have spent our last few days. We went with Gerome and Amandine to a local campsite to see a band play nd i ate ice cream...yum... and then next day... yesterday... adventures got even more.
After a glorious morning in the sun lit lanes of Penne playing music, talking and drinking tea Gerome took us to a cave about 2km away from the town, after a 15 min walk up the hill we got to the entrance. This particular cave was inhabbited in the pehistoric times and once we entered into the cool damp tunnel we came across the cave paintigs of two Bison. Unfortunatly there was a huge grate infront of it because in 1992 some kids had gone in there and tagged the whole cave, INCLUDING the ancient pieces of art. ... breaks my heart... and makes me wonder how those kids feel now they are older, and if they ever go back to visit the damage they did becaue the Bison are barely visable now, worn away and the further you go into the cave the more tags you find here and there in black spray paint. ...yet so,ehow to me the etched numbers of 1853 and 1962 etc throughout the cave was more charming... a different level of vandalism yet one sightly fonder to my heart and much subtler i guess. Makes me think of Old Max Salad and his stone masonary graffiti .. oh steven your a classic!!
After the cave we rushed off to a local village that was having a festival, Gerome rushed us to the town to catch a puppet show, we presumed he realy wanted to see. on arrival he ropped us by the street up to the show and ran off fast as lightning to with our money to get tickets. Then when he arrived he marched deturmined up to the show... but when we got there he handed us out tickets and we realised he didnt hae one... he had rushed it all and run so fast just for us so we wouldnt miss the show!!! (oh i forgot to mention there is a very interesting language barrier between us all, both speaking broken sentances of each others language haha)
The puppet show was inspiring and funny ... makes me dream of days when i will also be reating such magical shows, bringing life to inanimate objects.
After this mike and i decended to the festival centre and met up with claire, Amondine and Gerome. I love the way the french do town festivals, so community based. different to the festvals that i go to in england where the community is strong but built of people scattered all across the country comming together. These little town festivals are build upon a comunity of people who live near each other and parhaps often dont talk or know each other but they all come together to create this one event as a community. Gypsy music, clowns, free grape juice/wine and nibbles suplied by the council... perfect.
As night decended and the lights began to twinkle, the sky orange and blue my eye lids began to droop. around midnight we got into the car and i fell asleep, only to wake up in ANOTHER magical place where astrology boffins had come together with masive telescopes to view the stars. In my dreamy dosey haze mike and i wondered up into the obseratories and peeked through telescopes looking at jupiter and her moons. At galaxies far far away... however more impressive to me than these huge amazing instruments of sight was my own eyes... the night sky seemed never ending and full of glittering shining stars and planets.... finally we returned to the car and headed home.
Today Gerome happens to be driving south to almost exactly where we were planning to head next to go to a Marrionnete festival (our good omen flashes into my mind again) and so we shall go with him, down to the mountains to mirepoix. Apparently a dear dear friend of mine has just hitched across the whole of north spain and fance to go there to meet up with us... Good Old Rosie...
so thats the latest update, who knows when the next one will come, and it may not be as detailed due to internet access but i hope you enjoy reading about it :)
Loads of love Fleassy
PS. wow i can not help but send so so so much gratitude out to all the people i know in my life, i keep having flashes of images and dreams of all my dear friends... thank you.
PPS. a dream last night of muddy slip-n-sliding on a tobbogan up a hill... no need to push just slipping up hill...another good omen.
Land and Sea Journey Part 1
Wow ... it seems the biggest part of my journey so far has been leaving... considering it took me over a month to do it.
I appollogise in advanced for odd typing because im working on a french keyboard...which lets you into the secret that i DID ACTUALLY LEAVE!! after god knows how many leaving parties and tears and "i love you"s.
plans changed slightly though, no more sweeden and finland but instead a nice few weeks in france with Mikey hitching about before i head off to latvia to meet Jack.
So far Mike and i got a ride with a guy called Nate from Bristol all the way to pretty much my mums house in mid west france. The journey was long... longer than we imagined, i've done that journey many a time but never has it taken 24 hours before haha. but i guess its just preperation for whats to come.
in Usson, the town where my mum lives, it seems we arrived at an exciting day. this being the kind of town that has a weekly market once a month (with only 3 stalls i might add) and an annual party ... and thats pretty much it. So the arrival of a celebration of roman churches in the area followed by an impressive fire ceremony (which for Maria's sake mostly i have indeed got videos of bits of it) It was a surreal feeling to be sat in such a sleepy french village and have such a pagan ritual happening with the 8 directions marked out and an amazing ring of fire, the lady performing obviously know how to work with the fire spirits to create some of the more subtler effects. wow.
After mike and i hitched off, a sucessful day begining with waiting for half an hour behind another hitcher who himself had been there 2 hours and eventually gave up and we took his spot and ended just north of tolouse at a service station where a lovely woman and her son dropped us off to spend the night. here we met 2 polish hitchers who just got the,selves a ride all the way to perpignion!! go them at 8 o clock at night!
We camped up in a little woodland and the next day had a slow hitch abandoned in the subs of tolous but rescued by an party angel who took us to her field where she parked her caravan.. here mike cooked up some glorious rice and veg (after service station food for 2 days the simple foods really are amazing) and we rested our heads under the star lit sky, no canopy aside the one provided by nature.
Now here we are in Abli, the Pink City, and i'm off to explore the catherdral!!!!
I appollogise in advanced for odd typing because im working on a french keyboard...which lets you into the secret that i DID ACTUALLY LEAVE!! after god knows how many leaving parties and tears and "i love you"s.
plans changed slightly though, no more sweeden and finland but instead a nice few weeks in france with Mikey hitching about before i head off to latvia to meet Jack.
So far Mike and i got a ride with a guy called Nate from Bristol all the way to pretty much my mums house in mid west france. The journey was long... longer than we imagined, i've done that journey many a time but never has it taken 24 hours before haha. but i guess its just preperation for whats to come.
in Usson, the town where my mum lives, it seems we arrived at an exciting day. this being the kind of town that has a weekly market once a month (with only 3 stalls i might add) and an annual party ... and thats pretty much it. So the arrival of a celebration of roman churches in the area followed by an impressive fire ceremony (which for Maria's sake mostly i have indeed got videos of bits of it) It was a surreal feeling to be sat in such a sleepy french village and have such a pagan ritual happening with the 8 directions marked out and an amazing ring of fire, the lady performing obviously know how to work with the fire spirits to create some of the more subtler effects. wow.
After mike and i hitched off, a sucessful day begining with waiting for half an hour behind another hitcher who himself had been there 2 hours and eventually gave up and we took his spot and ended just north of tolouse at a service station where a lovely woman and her son dropped us off to spend the night. here we met 2 polish hitchers who just got the,selves a ride all the way to perpignion!! go them at 8 o clock at night!
We camped up in a little woodland and the next day had a slow hitch abandoned in the subs of tolous but rescued by an party angel who took us to her field where she parked her caravan.. here mike cooked up some glorious rice and veg (after service station food for 2 days the simple foods really are amazing) and we rested our heads under the star lit sky, no canopy aside the one provided by nature.
Now here we are in Abli, the Pink City, and i'm off to explore the catherdral!!!!
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