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January 14 - Paris, Bahrain in Translation

From Bahrain Airport - Transit - the night

It's time. Not to miss the departure at the airport this chdg 14 to 10h (for boarding), I decided to take what I hoped was the last RER to 0:30. No pot, he was already gone. After a short night walk not very reassuring given the number of policemen on duty, I decided to take a taxi to save me a small galley in the center of Parisian nightlife. Not sad, chatelet at 1am. The driver got Laotian travel into the country of origin (better than Thailand and former garden of Mary Jane hippies at the time, the grass was free and not considered a drug in the local cuisine. It grew everywhere) .

CHDG At the airport, waiting 8am. The day before, I conducted a fantastic move - Francis thank you, thank you Paul! and I had little sleep the previous nights. To fight against the cold ambient air terminal empty, I started taking photographs. As impossible in a public place in Paris, to lie: have you noticed (In the subways or elsewhere) as the benches are designed to avoid the poses-sleeping? Real back breaker. To think they did it on purpose. Besides, one meets here strange shadows. One of them told me a coffee after touching its 10 cents. Not enough to travel.

Boarding, finally, in a daze. -Security: it's almost naked I pass the electronic door. Horror! I wanted to spend with a bottle of plain water Volvic! But the nice controller (yes it was very nice) tells me that we can consume as drinks bought in duty free. Drink illico before, or to throw (he was made for the bins). I get dressed, he turns his back, I spend my bottle fraud (but not).

(CHDG airport, terminal 2c by night)

Gulf Air Flight. I recommend the company. You can find excellent offers lowcost.fr, I checked. Very good service, as pretty as charming hostesses (the uniform, which covers the head is the most original, I'll let you see) and good food (not very local, alas). I slept almost the entire duration of the flight (except when eating, etc.) but between two snoring, I could talk enough with my neighbor, noble and beautiful from Pakistan Canada where he resides and en route to Pakistan. 22h plane. Charming man.

Bahrain. 22 °, pure happiness.

pity that the Ikea cafeteria, not outside. Safety check. My volvic rose carefree and I dressed. I confess myself felt a little lost, not knowing whether or not I should get my backpack. I walked the space for a while to take a little possession. In this civilized country, there are still places smokers in the enclosure of public spaces, so I rushed a ristretto which do not yet know the exact price (except that, paid in euros, m ' has earned one dinar which allowed me later to resume a ristretto smoking). But this little tight was the height and especially consumable in a confined space with dedicated cleaner smoke. After ten hours of intense nicotine withdrawal, I quit. My neighbors diners, locals were bound for Dubai. Bahrain, a small island 1000 000 inhabitants is "verry good for bizness." And deemed apparently it's for international air show.

Here, the wifi is free (a reprimand to the airport in Paris where you pay dearly for access to the hub of the corner). And for those who do not have the immense pleasure to walk around with a Mac (oh how I pity them) of free Internet access terminals are located everywhere. And height of practicality (but you have the adapter), the groundings are scattered all over waiting rooms for recharging laptops or ordis.

Not adapter, I had to get one in a shop. A bit expensive ... but it allows me to create this blog and you write because the battery was threatening to choke.

It crosses all nationalities here, undecidable for a neophyte. Groups of immigrant workers. Haircuts, beards, skins, hats, coats of all shapes and colors.

(For those who can not stand the smell of tobacco, I do not recommend smoking area near Gate 12. A real cloud under glass. Unbreathable (no fan Vacuum or smoke), so ... smoking is partially outside (yes, even the smokers like clean air) and a conscientious employee regularly spends a broad brush on the tiles ... and pushed the remains into a corner. I have crossed in red jogging a few members of a sports team in Bahrain.

benches waiting rooms, for cons, allow extended exposures (yes, I like it. Thanks JF, Francis thank you, thank you Maja, thank you Betty ...)

In total 12 waiting-transit. Re-launch at 7:15.

Laotian A taxi driver in Paris, a handsome bearded Pakistani in Canada, a Belgian-Parisian home tanganikaise leaving for Delhi with my friend who Flor organize myself this trip gift - Flor Parisian designer based in a small English island. No doubt I'm on my way. Hey Flor is a Tunisian father and Dutch mother (and I do not speak of his grandparents), French who helped me so much in recent times is of Sicilian origin, his sidekick Paul cartoonist is a lifelong Belgian-Hungarian (he, wardrobe heart as big as this, who generously lent me his muscles for me with my winter residence). And I do not mean Esa, my muse Florentine (photos on my book) and her boyfriend (the southern and south water, like me). Pluridentités transnational. We are many. The world will be mixed or usability will not.

Next message: New Delhi ... as soon as I find a connection! My friend who will join me to book a small hotel room at 6 euros a night and I am delighted to discover it (who, what)

To you

e. jazz

(because it takes 2 and z to improvise jazz is conventionally en noir et blanc)