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    • Day57

      Campo Grande

      December 4, 2016 in Brazil ⋅ ⛅ 28 °C

      Unsere erste Station in Brasilien. Als Stadt etwas unspektakulär, aber haben zum Glück ein echt schönes Hostel mit verdammt bequemen Betten erwischt, was nach mehr als 24 h Fahrt auch bitter nötig war. Unsere Pantanal Tour ist schnell gebucht, sodass wir noch etwas die Stadt erkunden können. Im Arara Park konnten wir außer den riesigen künstlichen Figuren leider keine lebenden Exemplare finden, aber das kommt die nächsten Tage hoffentlich noch. Auf dem Markt gab's dann noch leckeren Nachtisch als Mittagessen. 😆 Eine Art Acai Eissorbet mit verschiedenen freiwählbaren Zutaten. Extrem lecker!!! 🍨 Falls der Trend nicht in den nächsten Monaten nach Deutschland überschwappt und wir keine brauchbaren Jobs finden, machen wir uns einfach mit so einem Stand selbstständig. Ausreichend Optimierungs- und Erweiterungsmöglichkeiten haben wir schon entwickelt, also kann losgehen. 😎Read more

    • Day199

      Campo grande - Journée geek 2

      June 3, 2018 in Brazil ⋅ 17 °C

      Aujourd’hui nous devions prendre la route de bonne heure pour tenter de passer la frontière Bolivienne dans la journée, nous prendrons finalement le temps de nous mettre à jour sur différents sujets. Nous avons mis la vidéo de la plantation en ligne sur facebook, you tube, ainsi que sur le site Let’s treep! en homepage ! Nous avons également lancé le formulaire d’inscription à notre week-end retour qui aura lieu en novembre prochain, ainsi que la cagnotte pour récolter l’acompte de 50€. Maintenant que le site Let’s treep! est à jour, Romain en a profité pour mettre à jour son profil linkedin. Il est à présent « Co-fondateur » de Let’s treep!, lui qui rêvait d’être entrepreneur c’est à présent chose faite ! Sur le coup de 18h nous prenons tout de même la route, le camping sauvage nous avait manqué. Après plus d’un mois d’absence nous retrouvons ces sensations et notre fameux barbecue adoré (pain, saucisses, poivrons), un régal !!!Read more

    • Day198

      Campo grande - Journée geek 1

      June 2, 2018 in Brazil ⋅ 16 °C

      Ce matin Matthieu devait nous rejoindre à Campo Grande dans l’optique de poursuivre la route pour la Bolivie. C’était sans savoir qu’il louperait son vol (Rio de Janeiro - Campo grande) à cause du marathon qui se déroulait en pleine ville, proche de son hôtel. Nous avons donc une journée à tuer à l’hôtel car Campo Grande n’est pas réputée pour être la plus belle ville du Brésil. Heureusement nous avons de quoi faire ! Romain poursuit la vidéo de la plantation pendant que Pierre lui met à jour le site Let’s treep! Il met à jour le nombre d’arbres plantés, ceux achetés, la carte avec notre itinéraire ainsi que les photos des donateurs et enfin l’image en homepage car nous avons à présent de la matière. Nous sommes content car la journée a été productive, la vidéo est fin prête, nous n’attendons plus que l’aval de Matthieu pour la poster et le site est à présent presque à jour ! Le soir nous retrouvons Matthieu à l’aéroport et fêtons nos retrouvailles au meilleur burger de la ville. Celui s’avérera ne pas être incroyable, du moins pas autant que l’attraction dont nous faisons l’objet face aux nombreuses serveuses qui nous dévisagent du regard, improbables !Read more

    • Day25

      Bus to Iguazu Falls

      August 2, 2015 in Brazil ⋅ 🌙 20 °C

      "My Hell"

      A poem by Keith Schellack

      I'm on a night bus,
      Going to Iguazu,
      This ride is awful,
      And I really don't know what to do.

      The kids are screaming,
      This is my curse,
      I'm sitting next to the bathroom,
      So I thought I'd write this verse.

      We got last minute tickets,
      And wanted to sit next to each other,
      But the last row we got,
      I'd rather sit in another.

      Jaime is sleeping,
      As she is prone to do.
      I had an ambien,
      But I apparently needed a few.

      The engine is rattling,
      And the volume is too high,
      The way the driver shifts gears,
      Makes me wonder "WHY?!?!?"

      The Agua is back here too
      And people are coming to drink,
      They keep rubbing up against me,
      There's so many I don't have time to blink.

      A woman just changed a diaper,
      And had her daughter throw it away.
      It now smells like baby shit back here.
      Can you say "YAY!!!!!"

      She used the bus trashcan
      which is right next to me,
      We were at a rest stop when she did it
      How dumb and lazy can you be!!!

      Just walk it off the bus
      And throw it away there.
      Now I have to smell it
      This hardly seems fair.

      It already smelled like urine
      Soaked through and through,
      When will I learn to fly, not bus
      I haven't a clue.

      This bus nonsense is ridiculous
      It really needs to stop.
      I can't take this much abuse,
      I'm so tired I could drop.

      I'm trying to vent here
      And create something funny,
      So I don't go postal
      And then feel all crummy.

      I want buckets of hand sanitizer
      And maybe a bath with soap.
      If I have to pay for tickets for a bus again,
      I'll feel like such a dope.

      As a way to relax
      and maybe calm down,
      I tried to play solitaire,
      Hoping my stress level would drown.

      It worked for a while,
      Till Jaime wanted to play.
      So I sat there in disbelief,
      Not knowing what to say.

      This poem is over,
      But this ride has just begun.
      Who knows how it will turn out,
      maybe it'll be fun.

      But that's not what happened,
      That's certainly not my luck.
      I'm doing my best
      And trying to not give a 'crap'.

      I was very proud of this poem
      And wanted it for Jaime to read.
      She wasn't ready to wake up yet,
      It was a warning I did not heed.

      Now she's cranky and tired,
      And the blame is all mine.
      Had I thought for 2 seconds,
      I wouldn't have to hear the whine.

      This is how my night is going,
      But hopefully it gets better.
      Though if it doesn't,
      I may have to write another letter.

      So comrades, help me,
      Your assistance is needed.
      Give me advice,
      Though I can't promise it'll be heeded.

      I don't see a solution here
      And I'm running out of words to rhyme,
      But thankfully this ambien is starting to work,
      And just in the nick of time.

      So while this bus is my home,
      It's also my prison and personal hell.
      I'm hoping that when I wake up,
      All will be well....

      Part 2

      I just woke up,
      Not knowing where we are,
      Much to my chagrin
      We haven't made it far.

      It's 5 am
      And I didn't get much sleep.
      I had people banging into me all night,
      They didn't even try to creep.

      I'm still just sitting here
      Waiting for this hell to end.
      Arriving at Iguazu Falls
      Would allow my soul to mend.

      I don't know why this ride is taking so long,
      I wish the driver would pick up the pace,
      I just got a another wiff of excrement,
      Someone please shoot me in the face.

      Babies are crying again,
      It's only going to get worse from here,
      Who said 5 am is too early,
      For one to need a beer.

      This is the roughest ride ever,
      With holes all over the place.
      The driver is swerving to hit them all
      He is certainly no ace.

      Jaime is still sleeping,
      She slept all through the ride.
      It's nice to know it isn't as bad for her,
      Even though I wish I had died.

      The smell is constant
      And for which there is no rebuke.
      please just ignore me,
      If it looks like I might puke.

      That's enough for now,
      I think I've captured the scene.
      If Jaime makes me take another bus,
      She will certainly be mean.
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    • Day173

      Time To Think

      May 19, 2016 in Brazil ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C

      Over the past week Mark and I have spent nearly 80 hours on buses, all in the pursuit of a place called Bonito which in Engllish tranlates tto beautiful. As you can imagine in this time ive had plenty of opportunity to1 reflect on our whole journey in general. For the peole who have known me for a while, you will know that this trip has been a dream for a long time, and even though it was something i longed for it was never something i actually thought i would achieve.
      Ive always worked hard from a young age, and for that matter always dreamed big, with my sontaneous nature starting when i joined the Navy all those years ago. Too quit our jobs and pack our lives into a couple of rucksacks to most people would be crazy, and trust me in the final weeks i actually believed that was the case, however living this dream has changed me as a person.
      We are so blessed at home, but also very materialistic, and travelling has made me realise that that is not something i will chase anymore. ive realised that driving a brand new car or having the latest television are not the things that make me happy and in actual fact im happier without them.
      The people in my life are what makes me happy, My daughter who i am so proud of, my mum who has given me the confidence and brought me up with the morals i have, Mark who has supported my recklessness and my friends whos ears i have bent. I love and miss you all , but not enough to come home just yet.
      We have been gone nearly 5 months but have seen and done so much, met some amazing people some of them time and tme again but ive also had moments of sadness when ive seen young children who will never have an education, or the old lady with dirty feet in the street begging for her next meal.
      My passion for travel has only grown, and i think Mark has definitely obtained an addiction for i as well.
      As i look back at where i was a year ago i realise that ddoing this has been been the right thing to do, My job controlled me even in my free time and got to a point where it made me ill, but since being out here i have never felt healthier. Finishing the Inca trail was a massive achievement both mentally and physically and made me realisei am strong and pretty fit , and spending 24 hours a day with Mark has been a blessing, well most of the time anyway.Since weve been married the quality and quantity of time spent together has been minimal, but this trip has definitely brought us a lot closer together.
      Dont get me wrong there have been times on our journey that have not been all roses but they make you appreciate the times when it is good. I know im waffling on a bit now, but the point im trying to make is, do what makes you happy life is far too short to be miserable, its not all about the money, time with your loved ones is so much more valuaable xxxxx
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      Well said Fiona, ur not chasing that dream no more ur living it . Good on u both for having the bottle to do something most of us only dream about.👍🏼😀xxx

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      Thank you but who wrote this xx


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