#Madagascar, départ
October the 18th. The hour of the departure has come much to early... At least around 7:30 AM. The perfect organizer and the most provident that I am is very surprised that the very well prepared backpack yesterday looks as it was never made. As Jean-Paul is waiting for me in a short time I had to throw quickly my accessories for the long trip. That means, packing, going to the doctor and at Daëtwiller's shop.
In fact, I did not have a Swiss knife and I wanted to buy one. It was the same present that Aurore gave me. We are in Switzerland, there are officially 34 892 several models and she bought exactly the same one. I could return my to Michel and Guy and that's when everything got mad...
I had to stop at Guillard's place to give him my ski clothes for the Christmas market, organize the bookings of the winter and send the last emails befor being disconnected. As I was doing my checklist in the 182nd turn of the way down from Villars, my stomach reminded me that it's time to stop the car...
Please do not think that I was hanged over before leaving to the other side of the world. I barely imagine that you think that I had ate hunt at the Alchimist, had a few beers at the Cantina and destroyed myself in the Charlie's. Absolutely not: the medicine against malaria caused a slight discomfort.
My conscience woke up quickly and helped my altruism to reject the invitation to drink a small glass of wine before leaving Aigle. In fact I had the big responsability of taking care of Jean-Paul, it was his First travel far away for the Vaud. I have a huge responsability and my courtesy paired with my unconditionnal empathy for my travel buddy pushed me to decline such a generous offer.
Our arrival to the station and our way to the platforms were incredible. The most famous reporters of the world were there to immortalize the instant. Women were jumping on us to steal a kiss. I still have the several tastes in my mouth: from chewing-gum, to cigarettes and adulterated alcohol.
The whistles of the train conductor saved us, thanks to that wise man. Here we go to Paris!
ps: the picture literally means "the square of the wankers" and was taken in Tulear, Madagascar.
