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It's glory. I am recognized at the end of the world thanks to this blog. I even have fans. If, if ... I swear to you.
Episode One: Derawan
It began in mid-July in Derawan (Borneo). Arriving on the island, I leave my big bags on the pontoon of the losmen Reza, to have a look at the guesthouse next door, the losmen Danakan.
As I was discussing the rates, Bernard, salt and pepper beard, a retired schoolteacher, came up. He looks me in the face and says: "But you're the Tiny Bubbles! »
A little flabbergasted, I smile stupidly, answer yes... But how did he guess? Actually, he's staying at Reza's, and he saw my name on the tags on my bags. So he came over to check it out. "Your name is Corinne, isn't it? And you're the one who runs the Little Bubbles blog? »
Oh, my, my! Yes. It's me. It's me.
In fact, he did research on the internet, to plan his trip and stay in Derawan. And as I had talked about the archipelago and my projects in Borneo in a previous postBefore leaving, he fell on it. That's how he discovered my Little Bubbles elsewhere ...
Episode Two: Togian Islands
During this stay in Derawan, I managed to reach my sister by phone. She is also on vacation in Indonesia. After my fabulous trip to Sulawesi in 2007she wanted to discover the island of Celebes in her turn. She has just left the Togian Islands. She loved it and she announces me with a burst of laughter that she met other French tourists, very nice Toulouse, who were not there by chance ...
They too were inspired by my 2007 trip to Sulawesi to prepare their stay. Chatting with my sister, as she keeps telling them about me and the advice I gave her about the Togian (and my sister here, and my sister there...), they end up telling her: "But your sister, your sister... isn't her name Corinne? "But yes, but yes." She's the one holding the Little Bubbles from Elsewhere! We love it! We're subscribers! »
So, here ... I already had my left foot swollen by my stingray sting. The ankles followed.
Episode Three: Saint-Malo
This is the height. It's two to three days old. I spent the weekend at the festival The Rock Route, in Saint-Malo. At the foot of the stage, in the middle of the crowd, I meet my sister and friend Carole. She came with friends, a couple, to whom she introduced me. "Corinne? Oh... the Tiny Bubbles? We're fans! »
They are divers. They also read my little bubbles elsewhere.
No more incognito. From Borneo to Saint-Malo, everyone knows that I make bubbles.
I was far from suspecting it, by starting this blog in 2006, that it would be read as much. I receive more and more e-mails, comments, kind words, encouragement, thanks ... So it's my turn to thank you, all of you who read me, faithfully or according to your browsing on the web.
Because if I take so much pleasure to continue these chronicles, logbooks and small reports, it is thanks to you. Thanks to the exchanges and conversations initiated in this blog, on these common passions that are travel, Asia, diving.
By the way, you know what they say about divers? "Small bubbles, no trouble..."