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I, this Sunday, on the phone, in full jet lag: "You know, maybe it's the most extraordinary trip that I did ... " And the friend, to whom I am telling my Indonesian journey in Papua, bursts out laughing: "You said that already, last time! "
Ah yes ? Here.
It is true. I was giving him the same speech on my return from Flores and Komodolast July ...
Exaltation of the return
A phone call to my mother in the wake. I tell him, too: the incredible Papuain the depths of Indonesia, a world still wild, little known, almost virgin, and then the fabulous seabed of the archipelago of Raja Ampat.
Ah, there ... I have only one desire, go back!
I'm tired, it's the end of the holidays, I just returned to Rennes, under a cold rain and a gray sky. But still exalted by the fresh memory of this Indonesian journey, I continue my momentum: "Frankly, it's the most beautiful, the most amazing trip I've ever had ..."
I interrupt, realizing that I am saying exactly the same thing. My mother also makes fun of me: "You say that every time! "
It's rather funny. I am not doing it on purpose. And that's a good sign. It means that I am far from being jaded. May every new trip be for me the most beautiful, the most extraordinary!
As long as it never stops ...
I have not managed, in recent days, lack of reliable internet connection, to continue live the story of this fantastic Indonesian getaway, after this first article, posted from Papua. But now that I'm back, I'll be able to pick up the thread ... The rest happens so, very soon!
For now, I'm going to recover from the jet lag and fatigue under the duvet. I investigated 3 hours of driving, about 17 hours of flight and 2 hours of train ... I like a blow of slack, there.