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Ten days off. Ten days of freedom. From May 10 to May 20, 2014, I left. In Pulau Weh, Indonesia.
"Nooo! ! ? " " Again ? " "Tell me it's not true! ! ! " I burst out laughing as I discovered the indignant-amused words of colleagues and friends on my Facebook page.
Yes, again Indonesia. The trip has its reasons that reason does not know.
My destination: Pulau Weh, a small island off Banda Aceh, all the way west of Sumatra.
It was short but intense. I absolutely do not regret this escapade, decided almost at the last minute. Pulau Weh regenerated me. The trip itself made me dizzy. Rennes - Paris - Abu Dhabi - Kuala Lumpur - Banda Aceh - Pulau Weh. Too long, too complicated, too tiring? Carried by the joy of this new trip, I plunged into the atmosphere of airports with delight, investigating successive immigration controls with bliss.
Departures give me wings. I feel each time like a kid who was offered an extra ride.
Pulau Weh is the most westerly and most northern of the inhabited islands of the archipelago. On the western tip of Sumatra, in Banda Aceh province, is the "Kilometer zero" from Indonesia.
There is a beach there, Gapang, that I loved a lot during a previous trip, four years ago, and that I wanted to see again. A quiet and authentic corner. As in 2010, I settled in one of the bungalows of the excellent Lumba Lumba diving center.