Paris. La Fete de la Musique.

Life law: if everything goes the worst way, relax and smile ‘coz afterwards will be definitely better.

So you won’t be surprised that being stuck at the airport turned to become a nice adventure. I was hungry and asked for exchange for the automat. This is how I met Roberto, Dominican who lives in States. He was travelling in Norway and everywhere made funny photos… with small wooden chair : ) I know many people travelling with toys but a guy with a chair I met the first time in my life! On parisien map we write a message to the dwellers of night Charle-de-Gaulle: “The little chair needs change”. Finally a Chilean girl bought us cookies. Marsella became a third person of our small company.

21.06. – La Fete de la Musique. Evening of this day is full of music of all kinds. Stages and musicians are everywhere. Concerts and parties are held in every bar, on every square. While walking, I was diving from one song to another. Sounds crossed, melodies waved, voices resonate. People gathered around artists, danced and drank. Atmosphere!

In the afternoon I went to Sacre Coeur – the place where I was so happy the last September. Nothing has really changed there. Street artists, many tourists and stunning view of Paris. I met my friends, played drum a little bit, listened to Youri‘s songs. And felt as if hadn’t left Sacre Coeur…

The basilique du Sacre Coeur on top of Montmartre - the center of the world.

My friend Faouzy invited me to the concert of his band Bato Loko in L’Italian style cafe. So this was a place where I ended up on La Fete de la Musique.

Warm evening, sunny music, cheerful people from over the world, dancing salsa – I was at home around 5am : )

So if you like music, parties, dancing – come to Paris on 21 of June, you won’t be disappointed!

First night in Paris. Ridiculous start.

Written at 2am in Charle-de-Gaulle airport, Paris

Everything has started so well… Now the previous post looks ridiculous. But will write everything in order.

My departure to Paris would be at 22-40. The flight was delayed. For 2 hours (estimated) – exactly that amount of time that I needed to catch RER and metro to the city in time and have a cup of tea with Amalia.

Well, let it be. We arrive at 00-25. Bla-bla, riding around the airport, waiting for a bag… time was passing. But! – still there’s a chance to catch RER, as it’s written in my old guidebook: the last train leaves at 1-15. Long walk in order to find staircase downstairs that leads me to the station. It’s 1-00. Bingo?

No fucking way! There are reconstructions  held on RER exactly in CDG and exactly this summer.  So trains stop going at 23-00. Night at the airport has become a reality. I’m tired and hungry. All the flight I dreamt about yogurt that I had in my big backpack. Time to have  dinner?

No fucking way! I notice that all bag is covered with yogurt!!!  Perhaps, airport workers threw it on a floor, and the pack flopped.  Praising God that notebook (that is on the top of the bag) is in a good cover, I forget about hunger and transfer to the city and head to WC. As a small compensation od a “horror”, I brush my teeth. Finita la comedia. Drop the curtain.

At the moment my bagpack is almost clean (at the  first glance), I’m still hungry but mood is good. Finally feel myself on way : )

P.S.  And that’s only the firsts night in Paris! What will be further?

On way to Paris. 20.06.2011

Well, the only news for this moment: journey has started!

My plan looks like that: flying to France – hitch-hiking through Southern Europe – sailing to Minorca, Mallorca, Ibiza – crossing Atlantic ocean with Cris – hitch-hiking in South America. No plan for further way. Sounds exciting, yep? : )

I’m in Helsinki’s airport. Next destination: Paris.

I’m quite sleepy because of early wake up to hop on a taxi-bus to Finland. By the way, if I would book straight flight from Saint-Petersburg to Paris, would be not more expensive than my tricky combination with taxi-bus and EasyJet. Or, maybe, even cheaper.

My mum went with me to the train station to say goodbye. So sweet… She worries too much about me.

Tomorrow Paris will be full of music. La Fete de la Musique! Can’t wait : )

Hello world!

Hello world : )

To say this is one of reasons I start a blog. But I won’t greet the internet-community only. Alive people, natural places, hectic cities will appear on these pages… later.

Soon I’m going to another journey. I listen to the wind whispering… about dancing in Paris, hitch-hiking around Southern Europe, sailing a yacht across Atlantic ocean, hitch-hiking in South America… we’ll see where it lead me afterwards. We trust each other.

In Caucasian mountains
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