Premiere rando de la saison, on emmene nos camarades de sortie a la montagne pour leur faire decouvrir le concept rando-gastro-spa... Depart pas trop tot a Lausanne, on a que 3h30 de marche ... On arrive a Bourg St Pierre et on commence par jouer au facteur pour les gardiens de la cabane car on nous donne leur courrier. Il fait un temps splendide et on commence la montee... Apres 2h on s'arrete pour le picnic et prendre un peu le soleil... Une bonne heure de marche plus tard et on atteint la cabane. On profite de la terrasse pour l'apero. Apres le souper (dinner pour Marie, je traduis), on commence les jeux de cartes... Les filles comprenent vite le concept du monopoly, Valentina a plus de mal avec celui du Trivial (surtout l'antivol:))... Apres avoir appris que Roland est le prenom de Mozart on va se coucher :) Et la boulette survient, on oublie de leur dire que la fenetre doit rester ouverte toute la nuit... Blague a part, on a jamais vu des matelas aussi etroit que cette cabane... Le lendemain on descend tranquille pour aller manger l'ardoise traditionnelle sur une terrasse. On aura eu droit a un bouquetin et 2 marmottes quand meme... Apres le repas direction Lavey pour reposer les jambes :) Bref weekend carrement reussi..

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• diving
• hiking
• Asia

After another busy year, it's time to leave for my annual trip to Asia, which starts to become an habit. This year destination is Indonesia, the only uncertainty is due to the volcano that is active in Bali where I am supposed to land. Apparently, it's quiet at the time of departure, finger crossed, hope it will last. Anyway I was not planning on staying in Bali, I was just hopping that air traffic wouldn't be disturbed. After a quiet flight, I landed in Bali and I crashed in Seminyak for one night, I took my margin because of the volcanic activity. I spent a quiet evening to recover from the flight and then the next day, I was flying to Labuan Bajo in Flores. This was the starting point for most of liveaboard to Komodo National Park but I was only leaving a few days later. I allowed myself a day in this small coastal town, it was hot and humid but the atmosphere was nice. I visited Uber Scuba to drop my dive bag and be able to travel light to Bajawa inland flores.

The next day i had a big bus day, after a little organisationnal drawback at the start of the day I was on a later bus, nothing serious. The day was long, the road was winding but the scenary was nice. Small stop in the middle of the day to have lunch and then 4 more hours to Bajawa. I arrived in Bajawa, headed for the Bajawa Roo Guesthouse, I meet the owner who used to live a year in Adelaide and was working for an Australian NGO that was funding local schools. He offered me to join him to visit a school near the rice fields the next day and show me around for scenary and traditional villages, excellent idea. The next day we leaft for the bespoked school, we arrived at the time of village's council to which he had to participate. I went for a walk in the rice fields during their council. Then we went to see the school, the children wanted to shake my hand, then we went to visit traditional villages with some photo stops on the way. We enjoyed a local Arak tasting at one his friend place in front of the traditional bamboo distillation plant. It was pretty strong but overall tasty. We kept on visiting several traditional villages including a last one who invited us to the village celewbration in honor of the refection went of a traditional house for the next day. We went back to Bajawa and headed into town to have a bite in the evening. The next day was the village celebration, I was considered an honored guest apparently. I was the only westerner but not many could speak English unfortunately. I had brought soccer balls for the kids and after a natural shy reaction they start playing with it. It's nice a lot of people wanted to talk to me but they only spoke a few words of english. Then I showed my mobile pictures from back home to the children, they all gathered around me. The day was long because I wasn't speaking the local language but the experience was very nice.

The next day I took a taxi to the airport which was about 45 minutes drive and after a small flight of 30 minutes I was back in Bajo. The only problem was that I had started to be a little sick since 2 days and then it was getting worse. I went for a massage but I was burning with fever and the masseuse also noticed. I went to Uber scuba to ask them if it's worth seeing a doc, they advised me to stock up on panadol and ibuprofen at the pharmacy rather than loose my time with the local doc. I followed their advice and I took massive doses to try to kill the virus. After a long night of sleep I woke up feeling better but very tired. The fever had been falling during the night, it should work out for a dive at least, or so I was hopping. I arrived at the appointment and they asked me how I was feeling, I told them much better and enquired if I could dive with the medics. They confirmed I could, providing I was handling well that kind of medication and that I would keep well hydrated.

Let's try it, we'll see.

We started with the boat and diving briefing, after 2 hours we were already jumping in the water, they had planned 3 dives that day. I was planning on making decisions on the spot based on my feeling. The first was going very well, no problem with my ears or sinuses, I was getting reassured. Finally, I even managed to dive the 3, even the night one. We got to know each other on the boat and the athmosphere was very good. There was Ross, an English guy who was living in Bali, Paige an Australian doing a sabbatical, Marely and Camilo a Colombian-Mexican couple living in Amsterdam and Anna a slightly older South American girl. Our DMs were Astrid from Denmark and Sergio from Spain who were very friendly as well. The next day we went for 3 dives as well, and except that I was freezing cold on the last one everything was going well. Sergio the DM confirmed to me that the water would be warmer in the south. I thought I was cold because of my little cold. We arrived in the south pasrt of the marin park and we made a small sunset hike. The week was going well, the atmosphere between all guest was very good, the dives were great and the food was delicious, overall I would recommend Uber Scuba. Finally I managed to do all dives against all odds. We arrived in Bajo after 6 days and we arranged to meet up for beers in the evening with the guests and the DM. Finally Anna and Ross weren't able to join us but we had a pleasant evening with the others. The next day we all have different flights. I shared a cab with Paige who was flying at the same time as me. I was heading for Senggigi in Lombok. The flight from Bali to Lombok was delayed so I arrived quite late at night. The next day, I was leaving for Senaru in the late afternoon, which was the starting point for the 3-day trek to Mt Rinjiani. At the hotel I met Nina and Jochom who were Dutch couple joining me on the trek. The next day after a quick breakfast, the departure was slightly delayed because of the rain. We met the other two who were joining us, there was Jin a Chinese guy who was living in Jakarta and Zoe that I had met in Bajo and who had asked me the details of my trek. First day from Sembalun to base camp, we started at 1200m and arrived at 2600m which meant a 7h hike. It was a long day with a mixed weather of rain and sunshine. I arrived at the base camp a little before the others, apparently we were 2 hiking a little faster than the rest. The porters set up the tents in a an area sheltered from the wind and made the evening meal, a tasty curry. The next day, merry christmas, at 2:30am, we woke up and we started the hike up with the headtorch up to the summit. We were in the last to leave base camp, the Dutch were slower and the guide told us to keep going at our pace, he would remain at the back with the slowest. Zoe and I reached the summit in 3 hours, it's really hard, it's 2 steps forward for one backward because of the slippery terrain. It was a huge effort but we were rewarded at the top with a stunning scenary. We overtook a lot of people on the way up and saw a lot of poeple give up. We waited for 40 minutes at the top and Jin arrived, well done, then we started to walk down and we met Jochum who told us that Nina stopped and would be waiting for us on the way with cookies,he was nearly at the top, well done too mate. He was just be able to admire the view before the weather would turn completely. 2h of descent then a breakfast and a break before continuing. We are told that many groups were heading back to sembalun, the porters were claiming that they had heard a landslide teh night before and were saying that the track might be unpassable. Our guide told us that it was a classic scam when it was raining, they were just trying to shorten the trek, we trusted him and kept going. 3h descent to arrive at 2000m at the "crater lake" and "hot springs". We had a dip in the hot springs at 38 degrees while the porter were cooking lunch. Then we went up to reach our camp for the evening at 2400m. Zoe and I arrived in 2 hours instead of 3 and the others followed one hour later to reach camp before nightfall thankfully. We camped and woke up under a tropical rain, it wasn't very motivating but it was the last day. We headed down to Senaru at 600m, we all had pretty sore legs and the tropical rain that kept going was making the track very slippery. We arrived in Senaru soacked wet, luckily I was able to save some dry clothes. We were then transferred to Senggigi. I spent the next 2 days between massage, swimming pool and some reading ... I had still very sore leggs, but my knees were Ok which was rather suprising. Then I left for a last night in Seminyak, I was out to have a bite and drink and found some live music bar. Surprisingly it was deserted at 1am, with many bars already closed. The volcano had really slowed down tourism this year. I spend the next day doing a bit of souvenir shopping a last massage and then left for the airport to catch my return flight home to snowy Switzerland.

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Suite au degats d'eau dans mon appart, il fallait que je libere l'appart pour qu'il puisse faire les travaux requis. Avec Diri, on saisit l'occasion de se faire une petite semaine de plongee a Hurghada... Vous me direz Hurghada, il y a mieux en Egypte, mais cela permet surtout a Diri de remettre la tete sous l'eau car cela fait 10 ans qu'il a pas plonge. Il en profite pour pratiquer son allemand avec sa buddy (Steffffaaan , Wie Tieef) et meme si la plongee est globalement moyenne, on aura 25 minute incroyable de plongee au milieu des dauphins... Ce coup-ci pas de photo, le joint de mon caisson est abimé, impossible d'emmener l'appareil sous l'eau et je casse aussi la fermeture de la Go pro... heureusement je trouve une alternative pour la go pro a la derniere minute avant le depart mais sans filtre rouge... Pis au final objectif atteint, Diri se souvient qu'il adore vraiment le monde sous marin... Un plongeur de plus de motivé, c'est cool.

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C’est par une température fort agréable que nous quittons la Suisse avec Fred pour se rapprocher du cercle polaire. On arrive par un bon 12 degrés, accompagné d’un joli petit vent et d’une pluie très fine… Bienvenu en Islande, le temps est comme attendu… On récupère notre Landcruiser et on s’enfuit ver Grindvavik pour faire le check in. Un petit poisson et une bière, excellent et ensuite départ pour le Blue Lagoon. C’est magnifique mais quand même un peu cher… cela dit ca vaut la peine, c’est immense et la petite bière dans le bain thermal, ca passe super bien. Le lendemain, je sors amene mon sac a la voiture et quand je reviens le vent me claque la porte sur l’index… Ca pisse bien le sang, je fais un pansement comme je peux. On roule tranquille la matinée et on arrive a Selfoss pour manger. Apres un 2eme pansement complètement imbibé, je me dis qu’un tour a une pharmacie sera pas une mauvaise idée, mais on est dimanche c’est ferme… On nous indique les urgences… J’y passe, et en 5 min je suis pris en charge, plaie nettoyée, médecin qui hésite mais ne mets pas de points et me dit de surveiller les signes d’infection. L’infirmière me fait un pansement un peu plus pro que le mien et je ressors après 10 min… Fred a même pas eu le temps de lire une page du guide. Bon faudra faire gaffe dans les bains thermaux quand même pour quelques jours. On pousse un bout en faisant quelques arrêts photo et on se trouve un hostel un peu avant Geysir. Le lendemain on commence par Geysir et on achète une bouteille de gaz et de quoi faire a manger au cas où… vu ce qu’il y a c’est plutôt bouffe d’urgence

On roule la F 35 c’est assez sympa, entre paysage lunaire et glacier. On arrive au refuge en fin d’après midi, ils se laissent pas aller sur les prix, ça se confirme, mais vu la pluie on choisit le refuge. On visite les curiosités thermales et on va dans le petit bassin, en faisant bien attention à garder mon doigt bien sec  Apres 2h30 on se décide à sortir de l’eau chaude et on se fait un petit apero, suivi de … notre bouffe d’urgence

Le lendemain on termine la F Road et on atteint le nord de l’ile. Apres discussion avec des français dans l’eau chaude la veille, on a décidé de suivre leur recommandation et d’aller faire les baleines à Dalvik. Le temps s’est éclaircit, c’est l’occasion de baptiser la tente et d’initier Fred au camping. On va boire une au pub, on cherche un resto mais c’est un peu le désert et du coup on se fait livrer des pizzas au camping. La nuit se déroule bien mais fraiche, on démonte et on part voir les baleines sur un bateau de pécheur, la partie Whale Watching du tour est un franc succès, la partie pêche du tour un cuisant échec. On reprend la route direction Myvatn, on arrive on se trouve un super spot pres du lac pour monter la tente. On va faire les courses pour souper et apéro. Pendant l’apéro on sympathise avec les 2 québécoises de la table voisine et on décide de partager une voiture pour aller aux bains après souper. On passera une bonne soirée et on retourne dans nos tentes pour affronter le froid de la nuit polaire… Le lendemain on va faire la rando du volcan Kafla avant de partir faire la cote vers Husavik et de revenir par la chute d’eau. En passant on prend 2 ados allemands en stop qui s’était un peu perdu quand même. On les laisse au camping des chutes avant de retourner à notre camping.

On change de plan pour la suite et on décide d’aller voir le volcan à Askja. On s’est renseigne sur la route et on prend un itinéraire ou la route est technique mais sans rivières profondes. Magnifique route mais longue. On arrive au refuge, puis vu le prix et comme le temps parait clément on prend l’option camping. On va faire la marche pour aller voir le cratère, c’est superbe. A notre retour, c’est la tempête, et il y a du sable… C’était le mauvais choix de camper mais on assume, on plante la tente, on la protège comme on peut entre la voiture et le refuge, on cale les sardines avec des pierres. On mange dans le refuge et quand on entre dans la tente elle est bien sablée, sans surprise:( On aura quand même de la chance car ca se calme pour la nuit qui sera finalement assez bonne.

Le lendemain on se dirige vers la côte. Journée avec un temps mitigé, mais on est content de retrouver un lit dans une Guesthouse et de se faire une bonne bouffe. On a même droit à un Brenivit offert par la maison. Le lendemain le temps s’est sérieusement dégradé. On esperait pouvoir faire Laki mais on nous dit que ce n’est pas faisable qu’il faut attendre le lendemain et espérer. On trouve un cottage au camping, on se fait des pates au saumon avec une petite bouteille. Le lendemain on nous redit qu’il ne faut pas s’aventurer a Laki, la pluie a rendu les crossing trop profonds mais on nous dit que la fameuse F208 du Landmanalogar est parfaitement faisable. On descend donc à Vik, ou on fait quelques courses avant de remonter la F208. Superbe route, et quelques rivières mais rien de méchant, on a croise plein de Duster et Vitara sur le chemin. On arrive, le temps est mitigé et le camping pas encore trop plein. On prend apéro et on mange avant d’aller faire les bains avec une petite bière. Il fait tellement froid dehors qu’on se presse pas pour sortir, on est les 2 derniers. Le lendemain, petite rando de 3h après le choki power du matin:) C’est magnifique, les couleurs, les variations de paysages, ca en vaut vraiment la peine.

On reprend la voiture et on retrouve la côte sud pour une dernière nuit en camping. Le lendemain le temps est moyen, mais on va faire les sites classiques de la côte sud. C’est quand même beaucoup plus touristique que tous les autres sites qu’on a fait avant cela. On retrouve Selfoss et on dort à l’hostel. On se fait une bouffe fantastique dans un vieux resto typique. On arrive vers la fin, et on part à Reykjavik. On passe la journée à visiter et ensuite on va se fait une grosse sortie le soir, on fait plein de pub et de bar, excellentes ambiance… Le lendemain c’est tranquille et récupération de la longue nuit. On retourne a Grindavik, on se termine par une bonne bouffe, le lendemain c’est vol a 7h20 donc réveil tôt pour rendre la voiture. Un pays magnifique, avec des paysages hallucinants, je me réjouis d’y retourner pour y faire une 10aine de jours vers les West fjords qu’on choisi de zapper par manque de temps.

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