Notebook

Pour les plus angliscistes d'entre vous (oui je suis bilingue, oui), voici les 5 jours d'un journal de bord que l'on devait rédiger sur un voyage que l'on avait fait ou aimé faire.
Bon j'ai un peu embelli le truc mais c'est inspiré de faits réellement réels. Bon dans l'affaire, je crois que je suis un peu passé pour un taré débile devant la jeune assistante américaine, mais j'ai fait comme si de rien n'était. Ouff....
Bon pour les photos c'est pas trop ça mais j'essaierai d'arranger le truc par la suite parce que là euuh ben j'arrive pas.

NOTEBOOK

Today I’ve decided to travel around the world. Well, in fact, not exactly all around the world. To be honest, I’ve no idea of where I’m going to go. Now I’m just going to bed. I would probably have made my choice before tomorrow morning. My only mate will be my Diary.

Day 1 :

I woke up this morning with an idea kept in my head. I packed and went to the harbor by cycling.

Here’s my bike:

There I met a strange old boy, the only one who accepted to sell me a small boat. After had paying him, he told me in a drawling voice :
“Be careful young boy... Where you go, no one did ever come back. Hehehe... Nothing scared you young boy uh? Beware of what you’re looking for... And good luck... Hehehe....”


That was the strange old man. Genuine, isn’t it?


I left the old man with a strange feeling. I got on my boat and began my crossing. I rowed and rowed again. I absolutely don’t know how long I did row. I just remember that when I fell asleep, the see was calm and the sky star-studded.