Mongolia continuation and end

the 6 April 2016 in Uncategorized

What adventures this Mongolia !.. I 'll try to explain a little what happened without muddling up you, hang on ! So there was the first 15 days of which I have spoken, which were not a small matter. Then, I arrived on Ulaan Baator after 30 hours of bus, this also is an adventure !.. you have to know that nothing is simple here. My stay to UB consisted in making my extension of a month of visa (very simple and very fast), in finding a possible canoe and in waiting for my coteam member who had to join me on July 8th from France to come along 1 month on the Mongolian rivers. After 10 days in the capital, everything was in order, I found and purchased a canoe, I drew the route, I even had friends who would carry the canoe on our starting point so I do not have to lug it in the bus during 30h at the risk that it doesn't arrive whole. In short, after 10 days spent in the city, my head was exhausted, but this poor thing was far from imagining that this was only the beginning of a great reversal of the brain. A few days before the fateful day, I met two French travelers Astrid and Gabi , Gabi arrives from South Asia and Astrid from the Pacific, talking of "urban depression" and other subjects the idea germs that they could buy the second available canoe and go down with us along the Ider and Selenge rivers. So I warned my colleague that maybe two friends will join us. Gabi is kayaker, as we were not sure what to expect on the Ider, the idea of him joining us appeared to me good and reassuring. As no objections had been issued, the day after Gabi and Astrid take their decision and now we'll be 4 in two canoes. 10 days later, we were to be joined by another Frenchman from France on purpose for this adventure during his holidays. This is also why I was hanging around in China before crossing the border, so that my dates stick with his, everything had been recalculated according to him, because his employer would not let him go. We had thus found a good compromise so that it does not delay me too much all the same for Russia, because I did not either want to pedal by less 30°C and my team-mate of Siberia even less.

Finally here we are, for the first time of this journey a crazy logistics was set up,  with teammates who come and go from various travel ways, walking, cycling , canoeing, cycling still... In short, a whole new dimension for Free Feet. Of course all this is not easy to manage and even less when you're on the road, with few or no internet connections and an increasingly large time difference. Anyway we had arrived there, let's do it now !!!!! But then, the day before departure , valves explode ... big clash of my coteam member who does not want to come any more with me, I understand nothing in what takes place, I am being abused, she yells at me and hangs up on me. Within a few hours everything falls over, my other teammate that she just called is angry too, I take it right in the face, it's already late for me, I'm tired, I'm overwhelmed by what is said. Not understanding what had just taken place, I send messages of apology, not really knowing what I was accused about but well, it costs nothing to apologize and I had certainly had to make or say something wrong so that it puts her(it) in this state. I send several messages, I wait a little and end up going to bed ... After only a few hours of sleep I relight the computer, 6 hours of gap make that when I sleep, France is active on the net, then not to have to wait another 12 hours that everybody wakes up, I consider fast if I had answers, or at least explanation on what had just taken place, but nothing, radio silence. The next day, I am only deleted on skype and facebook, the dialogue is broken I shall not know about it more … My partner had suggested me that I was among others blamed for having chosen alone to buy the canoe in Mongolia while the other team-mate did not want and prefered to take that of France, now I was sure of me, to have had her agreement, he told me that I misunderstood and that I made it only for my head, I began doubting. With my character maybe I dreamed that conversation and she never told me to take it, maybe I was going crazy actually. I thus started again looking for all my written conversations, reviewing everything to see if I had been aggressive, obnoxious or overbearing as can happen to me sometimes (yes I speak very quickly, in a dynamic way, it is my biggest problem, people feel attacked although it is not my intention). I work for several years on this problem to try to change but it is not simple, they often think that I am irritated, but before irritating me really needs to go there, I am sometimes annoyed on the other hand but well that passes and then I have rather guy's temperament, I prefer when things are said at the time, in a full of imagery way we mess our fist on the face and then we'll have a beer together. I find it much healthier than to say nothing when there is a problem and to take out again files months later … Anyway back to our story, luckily during my first week at UB , when exactly it was question of the purchase of the canoe, I had no Skype and the exchanges were thus made in writing, I thus found the messages where she told me clearly that it was better to buy the canoe in Mongolia and that moreover, more practical for her, no need to lug it in the various planes with the additional cost, phew finally I am not crazy, at least not completely yet ! The review(proofreading) of all these messages, although they reassured me on my mental state, did not bring me any answers on what had been able to put her in such an anger, if it is not maybe, a big stress due to her work, the fatigue and the unknown of a river on which we had only little information. But ultimately what bothers me most is not what happened or what was said (actually a little bit at least, I find it nasty and inequitable, well...) but the fact that we can not talk about it, no dialogue, I got yelled at, rightly or wrongly, no one will ever know, and hang up and then finished no more communication, when someone blames somebody for something, the least you have to do is to tell it, explain feelings, without communication things can not evolve, in my opinion... Each of us has his vision and feelings about what happened and I keep well each to judge or take sides on this story  myself part of the story I do not understand it, then from the outside… If I tell it to you today it is neither to position me as a victim nor to blame whoever it is, I do not blame my teammate because there is no fate in life, I'm only sad, surprised that she cut ties like that, without saying anything, but she must have her reason, real or imaginary these are hers and I respect them. I have no rancor, I have never had it to anybody anyway, I have never managed to sulk has somebody,  even with the worst of idiots, if he came to apologize and ask for help ... I helped. On this also I work, too nice for your own good, in a general way people are nasty sometimes and it stings. When you do not answer THEiR expectations , they return the situation and treat you just selfish by frustration without realizing whom tried to take advantage of whom in the end ?!!!! But that's another story again ... Regarding my second mate, who was to join us later, no news either, 1 day, 2 days pass, he has still not reconnected, well I know he has a job, so I wait, but time is running and it's been a while since I am at UB to wait, I have to move, to get a breath of fresh air I am not going to wait for the end of my visa to visit Mongolia… We thus begin, Gabi, Astrid and me, each to his own , to think about what we will do, I have a canoe but alone I will not go on the water, Gabi and Astrid would like to go to the famous mountains of Altai. We feel ourselves little all the same to make the trip all three with 2 canoes, but hey we do not find it very cool for the one who is alone in a canoe and then we do not know the river, we do not known what to expect. So we keep on thinking... Meanwhile, Astrid gets a message to participate in a competition around Mongolia, a 4500 km tour of the tourist places of Mongolia, including culture, traditions and marvels of this fabulous country, cost of the participation 2500 dollars per person. The departure is close, Astrid gives it a try in the nerve, they should not have many participants let's try to participate for only $ 500 (regarding the program for 15 days, it was a good deal ). Another day goes by, I see that my teammate has connected, read my message but did not answer it, I deduce from it that he too does not wish to speak to me any more, I am surprised coming from him but well... , not understanding what happened I'm not that surprised. From day to day, hour by hour the program of each of us is planned, exchanged and replaced, we are undecided, lost and tired and then we check our e-mails, an answer for the organized tour, we're all excited, it would simplify everything we would have to organize nothing more, 15 days of vacation ... Hard luck , they refused, we go on in our organizations, just a few hours later another email, they finally accept... The excitement raises, it's so amazing, but hey let us not fire us too much… Nothing is done, we ask to meet them and there everything is linked, we sign a contract, we pay 500 dollars and we are registered. Our only constraint is that if we arrive in the firt 3, that is 6000 dollars at least and 15 000 dollars at the most, we will have to give them back $ 6,000 they offered us, so basically if we win, they win (and we too, if we arrive in the first 2) but if we lose they loose... The deal is accepted, we return to the guest house. So we had one week to kill before the departure and now we decide to go on the river all three in a canoe, we go shopping and there we are, the next day we are off on the Selenge for a few days. It had a good flow, the water was muddy, there had been some storm lately. We navigated a few days up to a village where we could take a bus back to UB. As there was nowhere else to escape from the river, we had to come out of the water here. We arrived at UB still some days ahead of the start of the round. Meanwhile my second mate had taken the time to answer me, asking asking me to be willing to answer as quickly as possible, as he needed to get organized !!!!! Reversal of situation, I go nuts, undoubtedly they drive me up the wall. So I explain to him that in the absence of news, well I changed my plans and now I could not disengage anymore (there was a 3000-dollar clause to the contract if ever we cancelled), and there obviously he is not happy, rocks me that  I complain that my teammate crashes me, but that I do the same with him in the end, he is angry all his plans fall by the wayside, it's better to say that this is my fault rather than his, this is simpler to manage !!!! On my side, that my project in which I am committed for 3 years and which must continue for a while was interrupted here because of this, nobody cares at all !!! I take upon myself, I adapt, I give up and it's still me the selfish, need to cling to not go crazy, huh... I often question myself and I think a lot , I'm far from being perfect , I have my defects , I know them, study them, try to improve , I do what I can, I accept the criticism , I even apply there, if people drool in your back instead of speaking their mind to you directly, I do not see how this can make you move... Finally I swallow the bitter pill, thank him for his email, at least I know what he thinks, it also helps me to understand the functioning of the human being, I like very much observing people, their behavior and reactions, it is fascinating, but there ... I move away from the subject, sorry . The day before the departure of our tour, there was still no news then we contact them to ask for the time of appointment and there we learn that it is shifted, instead of starting on the 19th  we leave on the 23rd, that changes everything !!!! I send back a message to my team-mate, I would not want to spoil him his holidays, to announce him that I possibly have an exit to cancel this tour, the conditions having changed!!! But no more news either... I give up. Gradually, we feel that there is a problem with this tour, we ask to see them, they are not there, needs to wait 2 days … We're sick of being stuck ever in town, it's stifling here there is nothing to do, nothing to see, this city is not interesting. Here we learn that there was a problem with a former partner, suddenly they find themselves with too few teams and they have to cancel the competition, on the other hand they can maintain maybe again the tour. In an epidemic on animals in the West of the country exactly on our route blocks the road, this one is closed and reopens only punctually or obliges to make a big detour. In short it is clear that the organizer is a little in a mess and the situation seems to escape him. As for me, I would just like be paid off,  Gabi and Astrid them, ask to decrease the price because it lasts less and because the route is not any more the same, in short it becomes less and less interesting and means in fact taking a tour operator for a ride... We are on Saturday, I cannot be paid off before Monday, we thus make an appointment on Monday morning, me to make me paid off, Gabi and Astrid for a discount either make too paid off. On Mondays we wait 2 hours, nobody, other people who had to make the tour are also waiting, we try to contact them on the phone, everything is cut, then we start to get a little afraid. I finally manage to join our interpreter and there she starts to panic, does not understand what is happening, she explains that her boss told her the night before that he was canceling everything, he did not need her anymore the next day for the meeting and that he would manage alone, we would have our money back and here we are. She was on the train on her way back to UB after spending a family weekend, the network was not good. It is thus between two antennas that we had information in dribs and drabs, but gradually she was afraid of never being paid and that her boss facing this situation, ran out of Mongolia. It had nothing reassuring. Her train arriving at 4 pm we make an appointment at 4:30 pm on the main square. Unity is strength. All together we return to the office to wait. Meanwhile he had explained her that he had no more the money and that he was going to get back some and that in the evening he could pay off us, that it was necessary to leave some time to him and not go to the police... We had met this guy and when you are long-term traveler you learn to trust your instinct, so we remained zen as much as possible, hoping that he was in good faith, but with a slight doubt hovering. Gabi just wanted to brawl... Although all told us that it was hopeless and we had just ripped off and everything was beforehand planned, we wanted to believe in it, we had seen the program  and the organization, though wobbly, it was real. We are naive but not so much, before signing we had looked all the same at the thing...  In the evening we learn that he has recovered money from China and that the transfer is in progress, tomorrow we shall have our money. So we waited, the next day, still in touch with our interpreter via SMS , we learn that he called the previous evening quite wasted, saying that the money came from the sale of his car to a friend in China ... it reassured me somewhere, because this proved that he was still trying to pay off everybody although he was wasted and in the shit. We wait again all day long and late in the afternoon, while we were already heading for the office, she calls us telling us to come because the money arrives. Arrived in front of the door we hear shouts, knock it in, it was the other participants who had to been paid off, but who were not satisfied and roared on the poor sister who brought the money and who was for nothing in the situation. In brief we had our money, the sister who served as messenger apologized for his brother, this one not being present because that he had left for province to solve the problems engendered over there. Finally in every case, we were relieved well, a lot of time had been lost, with an enormous lack of organization, but in the end we had our money then we only have to leave. 

Meanwhile Cedrick arrived at UB , exhausted after more than a week in Mongolia, the same conclusion, the same slap, Mongolia is something strong !!!! As a result, wishing to spend a few days together we returned a week on the Selenge, aboard the canoe. It was still beautiful, less current, clear water, nice weather, magnificent.

This morning I got Damien, from France with the bikes that will help us to make the crossing from Siberia to Magadan. Tonight we take the train and tomorrow we will cross the border, for us Russia! «Previous article: The unlikely Next article: Our first laps in Siberia "

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What adventures this Mongolia !.. I 'll try to explain a little what happened without muddling up you, hang on ! So there was the first 15 days of which I have spoken, which were not a small matter. Then, I arrived on Ulaan Baator after 30 hours of bus, this also is an adventure !.. you have to know that nothing is simple here. My stay to UB consisted in making my extension of a month of visa (very simple and very fast), in finding a possible canoe and in waiting for my coteam member who had to join me on July 8th from France to come along 1 month on the Mongolian rivers. After 10 days in the capital, everything was in order, I found and purchased a canoe, I drew the route, I even had friends who would carry the canoe on our starting point so I do not have to lug it in the bus during 30h at the risk that it doesn't arrive whole. In short, after 10 days spent in the city, my head was exhausted, but this poor thing was far from imagining that this was only the beginning of a great reversal of the brain. A few days before the fateful day, I met two French travelers Astrid and Gabi , Gabi arrives from South Asia and Astrid from the Pacific, talking of "urban depression" and other subjects the idea germs that they could buy the second available canoe and go down with us along the Ider and Selenge rivers. So I warned my colleague that maybe two friends will join us. Gabi is kayaker, as we were not sure what to expect on the Ider, the idea of him joining us appeared to me good and reassuring. As no objections had been issued, the day after Gabi and Astrid take their decision and now we'll be 4 in two canoes. 10 days later, we were to be joined by another Frenchman from France on purpose for this adventure during his holidays. This is also why I was hanging around in China before crossing the border, so that my dates stick with his, everything had been recalculated according to him, because his employer would not let him go. We had thus found a good compromise so that it does not delay me too much all the same for Russia, because I did not either want to pedal by less 30°C and my team-mate of Siberia even less.

Finally here we are, for the first time of this journey a crazy logistics was set up,  with teammates who come and go from various travel ways, walking, cycling , canoeing, cycling still... In short, a whole new dimension for Free Feet. Of course all this is not easy to manage and even less when you're on the road, with few or no internet connections and an increasingly large time difference. Anyway we had arrived there, let's do it now !!!!! But then, the day before departure , valves explode ... big clash of my coteam member who does not want to come any more with me, I understand nothing in what takes place, I am being abused, she yells at me and hangs up on me. Within a few hours everything falls over, my other teammate that she just called is angry too, I take it right in the face, it's already late for me, I'm tired, I'm overwhelmed by what is said. Not understanding what had just taken place, I send messages of apology, not really knowing what I was accused about but well, it costs nothing to apologize and I had certainly had to make or say something wrong so that it puts her(it) in this state. I send several messages, I wait a little and end up going to bed ... After only a few hours of sleep I relight the computer, 6 hours of gap make that when I sleep, France is active on the net, then not to have to wait another 12 hours that everybody wakes up, I consider fast if I had answers, or at least explanation on what had just taken place, but nothing, radio silence. The next day, I am only deleted on skype and facebook, the dialogue is broken I shall not know about it more … My partner had suggested me that I was among others blamed for having chosen alone to buy the canoe in Mongolia while the other team-mate did not want and prefered to take that of France, now I was sure of me, to have had her agreement, he told me that I misunderstood and that I made it only for my head, I began doubting. With my character maybe I dreamed that conversation and she never told me to take it, maybe I was going crazy actually. I thus started again looking for all my written conversations, reviewing everything to see if I had been aggressive, obnoxious or overbearing as can happen to me sometimes (yes I speak very quickly, in a dynamic way, it is my biggest problem, people feel attacked although it is not my intention). I work for several years on this problem to try to change but it is not simple, they often think that I am irritated, but before irritating me really needs to go there, I am sometimes annoyed on the other hand but well that passes and then I have rather guy's temperament, I prefer when things are said at the time, in a full of imagery way we mess our fist on the face and then we'll have a beer together. I find it much healthier than to say nothing when there is a problem and to take out again files months later … Anyway back to our story, luckily during my first week at UB , when exactly it was question of the purchase of the canoe, I had no Skype and the exchanges were thus made in writing, I thus found the messages where she told me clearly that it was better to buy the canoe in Mongolia and that moreover, more practical for her, no need to lug it in the various planes with the additional cost, phew finally I am not crazy, at least not completely yet ! The review(proofreading) of all these messages, although they reassured me on my mental state, did not bring me any answers on what had been able to put her in such an anger, if it is not maybe, a big stress due to her work, the fatigue and the unknown of a river on which we had only little information. But ultimately what bothers me most is not what happened or what was said (actually a little bit at least, I find it nasty and inequitable, well...) but the fact that we can not talk about it, no dialogue, I got yelled at, rightly or wrongly, no one will ever know, and hang up and then finished no more communication, when someone blames somebody for something, the least you have to do is to tell it, explain feelings, without communication things can not evolve, in my opinion... Each of us has his vision and feelings about what happened and I keep well each to judge or take sides on this story  myself part of the story I do not understand it, then from the outside… If I tell it to you today it is neither to position me as a victim nor to blame whoever it is, I do not blame my teammate because there is no fate in life, I'm only sad, surprised that she cut ties like that, without saying anything, but she must have her reason, real or imaginary these are hers and I respect them. I have no rancor, I have never had it to anybody anyway, I have never managed to sulk has somebody,  even with the worst of idiots, if he came to apologize and ask for help ... I helped. On this also I work, too nice for your own good, in a general way people are nasty sometimes and it stings. When you do not answer THEiR expectations , they return the situation and treat you just selfish by frustration without realizing whom tried to take advantage of whom in the end ?!!!! But that's another story again ... Regarding my second mate, who was to join us later, no news either, 1 day, 2 days pass, he has still not reconnected, well I know he has a job, so I wait, but time is running and it's been a while since I am at UB to wait, I have to move, to get a breath of fresh air I am not going to wait for the end of my visa to visit Mongolia… We thus begin, Gabi, Astrid and me, each to his own , to think about what we will do, I have a canoe but alone I will not go on the water, Gabi and Astrid would like to go to the famous mountains of Altai. We feel ourselves little all the same to make the trip all three with 2 canoes, but hey we do not find it very cool for the one who is alone in a canoe and then we do not know the river, we do not known what to expect. So we keep on thinking... Meanwhile, Astrid gets a message to participate in a competition around Mongolia, a 4500 km tour of the tourist places of Mongolia, including culture, traditions and marvels of this fabulous country, cost of the participation 2500 dollars per person. The departure is close, Astrid gives it a try in the nerve, they should not have many participants let's try to participate for only $ 500 (regarding the program for 15 days, it was a good deal ). Another day goes by, I see that my teammate has connected, read my message but did not answer it, I deduce from it that he too does not wish to speak to me any more, I am surprised coming from him but well... , not understanding what happened I'm not that surprised. From day to day, hour by hour the program of each of us is planned, exchanged and replaced, we are undecided, lost and tired and then we check our e-mails, an answer for the organized tour, we're all excited, it would simplify everything we would have to organize nothing more, 15 days of vacation ... Hard luck , they refused, we go on in our organizations, just a few hours later another email, they finally accept... The excitement raises, it's so amazing, but hey let us not fire us too much… Nothing is done, we ask to meet them and there everything is linked, we sign a contract, we pay 500 dollars and we are registered. Our only constraint is that if we arrive in the firt 3, that is 6000 dollars at least and 15 000 dollars at the most, we will have to give them back $ 6,000 they offered us, so basically if we win, they win (and we too, if we arrive in the first 2) but if we lose they loose... The deal is accepted, we return to the guest house. So we had one week to kill before the departure and now we decide to go on the river all three in a canoe, we go shopping and there we are, the next day we are off on the Selenge for a few days. It had a good flow, the water was muddy, there had been some storm lately. We navigated a few days up to a village where we could take a bus back to UB. As there was nowhere else to escape from the river, we had to come out of the water here. We arrived at UB still some days ahead of the start of the round. Meanwhile my second mate had taken the time to answer me, asking asking me to be willing to answer as quickly as possible, as he needed to get organized !!!!! Reversal of situation, I go nuts, undoubtedly they drive me up the wall. So I explain to him that in the absence of news, well I changed my plans and now I could not disengage anymore (there was a 3000-dollar clause to the contract if ever we cancelled), and there obviously he is not happy, rocks me that  I complain that my teammate crashes me, but that I do the same with him in the end, he is angry all his plans fall by the wayside, it's better to say that this is my fault rather than his, this is simpler to manage !!!! On my side, that my project in which I am committed for 3 years and which must continue for a while was interrupted here because of this, nobody cares at all !!! I take upon myself, I adapt, I give up and it's still me the selfish, need to cling to not go crazy, huh... I often question myself and I think a lot , I'm far from being perfect , I have my defects , I know them, study them, try to improve , I do what I can, I accept the criticism , I even apply there, if people drool in your back instead of speaking their mind to you directly, I do not see how this can make you move... Finally I swallow the bitter pill, thank him for his email, at least I know what he thinks, it also helps me to understand the functioning of the human being, I like very much observing people, their behavior and reactions, it is fascinating, but there ... I move away from the subject, sorry . The day before the departure of our tour, there was still no news then we contact them to ask for the time of appointment and there we learn that it is shifted, instead of starting on the 19th  we leave on the 23rd, that changes everything !!!! I send back a message to my team-mate, I would not want to spoil him his holidays, to announce him that I possibly have an exit to cancel this tour, the conditions having changed!!! But no more news either... I give up. Gradually, we feel that there is a problem with this tour, we ask to see them, they are not there, needs to wait 2 days … We're sick of being stuck ever in town, it's stifling here there is nothing to do, nothing to see, this city is not interesting. Here we learn that there was a problem with a former partner, suddenly they find themselves with too few teams and they have to cancel the competition, on the other hand they can maintain maybe again the tour. In an epidemic on animals in the West of the country exactly on our route blocks the road, this one is closed and reopens only punctually or obliges to make a big detour. In short it is clear that the organizer is a little in a mess and the situation seems to escape him. As for me, I would just like be paid off,  Gabi and Astrid them, ask to decrease the price because it lasts less and because the route is not any more the same, in short it becomes less and less interesting and means in fact taking a tour operator for a ride... We are on Saturday, I cannot be paid off before Monday, we thus make an appointment on Monday morning, me to make me paid off, Gabi and Astrid for a discount either make too paid off. On Mondays we wait 2 hours, nobody, other people who had to make the tour are also waiting, we try to contact them on the phone, everything is cut, then we start to get a little afraid. I finally manage to join our interpreter and there she starts to panic, does not understand what is happening, she explains that her boss told her the night before that he was canceling everything, he did not need her anymore the next day for the meeting and that he would manage alone, we would have our money back and here we are. She was on the train on her way back to UB after spending a family weekend, the network was not good. It is thus between two antennas that we had information in dribs and drabs, but gradually she was afraid of never being paid and that her boss facing this situation, ran out of Mongolia. It had nothing reassuring. Her train arriving at 4 pm we make an appointment at 4:30 pm on the main square. Unity is strength. All together we return to the office to wait. Meanwhile he had explained her that he had no more the money and that he was going to get back some and that in the evening he could pay off us, that it was necessary to leave some time to him and not go to the police... We had met this guy and when you are long-term traveler you learn to trust your instinct, so we remained zen as much as possible, hoping that he was in good faith, but with a slight doubt hovering. Gabi just wanted to brawl... Although all told us that it was hopeless and we had just ripped off and everything was beforehand planned, we wanted to believe in it, we had seen the program  and the organization, though wobbly, it was real. We are naive but not so much, before signing we had looked all the same at the thing...  In the evening we learn that he has recovered money from China and that the transfer is in progress, tomorrow we shall have our money. So we waited, the next day, still in touch with our interpreter via SMS , we learn that he called the previous evening quite wasted, saying that the money came from the sale of his car to a friend in China ... it reassured me somewhere, because this proved that he was still trying to pay off everybody although he was wasted and in the shit. We wait again all day long and late in the afternoon, while we were already heading for the office, she calls us telling us to come because the money arrives. Arrived in front of the door we hear shouts, knock it in, it was the other participants who had to been paid off, but who were not satisfied and roared on the poor sister who brought the money and who was for nothing in the situation. In brief we had our money, the sister who served as messenger apologized for his brother, this one not being present because that he had left for province to solve the problems engendered over there. Finally in every case, we were relieved well, a lot of time had been lost, with an enormous lack of organization, but in the end we had our money then we only have to leave. 

Meanwhile Cedrick arrived at UB , exhausted after more than a week in Mongolia, the same conclusion, the same slap, Mongolia is something strong !!!! As a result, wishing to spend a few days together we returned a week on the Selenge, aboard the canoe. It was still beautiful, less current, clear water, nice weather, magnificent.

This morning I got Damien, from France with the bikes that will help us to make the crossing from Siberia to Magadan. Tonight we take the train and tomorrow we will cross the border, for us Russia! «Previous article: The unlikely Next article: Our first laps in Siberia "

5 commentaires

  • chami chamo says:

    Pfiou… Comment dire… Tu vois Caroline ce que j’ai lu là, c’est « l’Anti-Choix-de-Vie ». J’ai rien reconnu de ce que j’avais lu et vu jusqu’à présent de ton chemin de liberté depuis 3 ans.
    Tout à coup des mots comme « organisation », « mort », « argent »… Houla.
    Ce qui m’a fait écarquiller les yeux, ce sont les expressions « Je demande des critiques » (?) et (je demande) « pardon ». (???)
    Cette auto-analyse aussi : « Je parle vite, je travaille là-dessus pour m’améliorer » : ??????????????????????

    Pour moi le débit dépend beaucoup de l’accent, donc de ta culture régionale ou familiale, ainsi que de ta personnalité. Or l’un et l’autre, selon moi, ne sont pas négociables. Le rythme est propre à chacun, il est intimement lié à ton souffle et donc à ton approche de la vie.
    Il y a toujours ici et là des gourous pour décider et tenter d’imposer une approche standard à suivre, un souffle et un rythme à adopter.
    La vie n’est une marche militaire que pour ceux qui se sentent à leur place dans une colonne militaire. Pour les autres, la vie est à inventer.

    Pour ce qui est des « critiques », tu connais sans doute : « Ce qu’on te reproche, sois-le, car c’est TOI. »

    Tous les « originaux », les gens extraordinaires, les courageux, les inventeurs, les SUJETS (les auteurs de leur vie) font toujours l’OBJET de critiques acerbes, parfois jusqu’aux tentatives de destruction. De la part de ceux qui désireraient, mais ont des difficultés ou ne parviennent pas à être sujets de leur vie. Ou refusent à autrui la liberté qu’ils se réservent à eux seuls, par crainte de voir leur propre liberté interdite par autrui.
    Comme tu le dis toi-même : il y a probablement eu du stress ici ou là, mais le stress ne justifie pas l’agression. Tu es loin, tu es isolée, tu es en situation de faiblesse. Mais ton courage et ta liberté dont chacun est témoin par le biais de ton site et de ta page FB, donnent à tous l’image d’une force extraordinaire. C’est peut-être cette force qui t’est reprochée.

    De ta force ne t’excuse pas, je t’en prie, car je parle de toi à une petite fille de 6 ans qui a un cancer et qui a besoin qu’on lui parle de la force des filles. Dans sa famille les filles ne sont pas censées être fortes – et encore moins libres.
    Tu es si loin que tu ne t’imagines peut-être pas à quel point tu représentes une lumière dans la nuit, une petite loupiote suspendue quelque part dans le firmament de l’imaginaire de ceux qui ne peuvent pas (pour le moment) prendre la liberté d’être libre. Ou qui ne savent pas comment s’y prendre, mais que tu pourrais bien inspirer, qui sait. D’une manière ou d’une autre : il existe une infinité de chemins…

    J’ai été surprise et heureuse de revoir la bonne bouille de ce cher Ced ! Même si on ne sait quasiment rien de lui, sa présence momentanée fut rassurante.
    Ton nouveau coéquipier a également une bonne bouille, j’ai regardé sa page : cool. Chouette association.
    On dirait que tu es en train d’ouvrir une nouvelle page… 😉

    La Russie… :-)))))))))))) !!!

    A bientôt sur la route
    L.

    • caro says:

      je sais que je suis comme je suis et j’aimerais bien que les gens qui me demande de les accepter comme ils sont, m’accepte également comme je suis. Ce que tu dis est très juste, et peut être que c’est choquant effectivement de vouloir tenter de modifier une part de sa personnalité juste pour mieux passer auprès de ceux qui se sente agresser pour quelque raison que se soit, je pourrais très bien juste rien avoir a faire des gens qui me comprenne pas, ou attendent quelque chose de moi et finissent par me balancer des saloperies à la figure quand au final il n’obtienne pas entière satisfaction, comme si en fait je leur devait quoique se soit… mais il se trouve que pour une raison encore indéterminé cela me fait de la peine, je sais que je suis loin d’être mère Teresa mais j’arrive pas à envoyer chier les gens qui essaie de me pomper mon énergie…

  • Lili says:

    Tu as passée des moments pas tres drole , l’etre humain est pas toujours sympa , ni facile a comprendre , en plus avec les km qui te separe des gens avec qui tu discutais , il y a eu certainement un mot peu etre pas mis au bon endroit et tout a derapé , souvent je prefere prendre le téléphone au lieu un mail d’ecrire , mais bon vous avez quand meme discutée sur skype , donc vu ! ecoute maintenant passe a autre chose et oublie , de toute façon dans un grand projet comme le tient tout ne peu pas etre tout droit , il y auras des courbes ! j’ai été contente de voir que Cedric été de retour pour un moment , tu vas surement le revoir dans quelques mois !
    Bon courage pour la suite , je te fais confiance , tu es forte !!!!!!!Bisous Lili

  • Pierre says:

    Très intéressant ce billet. Je suis tombé là par hasard (après avoir vu un reportage). Et je trouves, on se trouve vite absorbé par ton récit tu devrais écrire un livre quand tu aura finit de voyager! 😉

    J’aime l’idée, d’envoyer des messages d’excuses sans même savoir ce que l’on a fait! ^^ C’est vrai que en général ce qui nous retient de nous excuser c’est juste l’ego et l’envie obsessive d’avoir raison. Pouvoir s’excuser, même en ayant l’impression de n’avoir rien à se reprocher, mais pour calmer la situation, c’est savoir transcender l’ego.

    C’est vrai que depuis quelques temps je penses à partir pendant un an voyager à pieds ou à vélo. J’espère que je ferai ça avant mes 30 ans. En tous les cas les quelques vidéos que j’ai vu de ton périple me donne encore plus l’envie de le faire!

    Bonne chance pour la suite! 🙂

    Pierre.

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