tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70255531251403921862024-02-21T06:26:07.583-08:00KKôtéraSParce que la vie, c'est comme une boîte de chocolat paraît-il...Marine et Adelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10997291483363952252noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025553125140392186.post-28070715235589831352011-07-06T08:02:00.000-07:002011-07-09T08:03:33.871-07:00Quand JoTa-Jota City est en fête..ça donne ça !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Mois de juin est le <strong>mois des festivités</strong> à JuanJui City ! On enchaine, on en profite, la ville bouge enfin !</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div> On commence par la <strong><span style="font-size: large;">San Juan</span>... </strong>( la Saint Jean) : jour férié pendant lequel on passe la journée à la campagne à se baigner dans le fleuve, à boire de la bière mais surtout (<strong>et c'est ça le plus important</strong>) à manger la grande spécialité du coin : le Juane ! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Les mamans se mettent à la cuisine la veille pour approvisioner toute la famille pour ce grand jour !<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">le Juane, sorte de riz à l'omelette avec des olives, des oeufs durs, de la coriande, de la coriande et de la coriande... et à l'intérieur la surpriiiiise. </div><ul><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Si ta belle mère t'adore : tu as le droit au poulet entier avec ton nom inscrit sur la feuille de bananier</div></li>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Si ta belle mère ne peut pas te sentir : tu as le droit au cou, aux pattes, au foie et aux reins...miam</div></li>
<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Si tu as voulu faire ton radin et l'acheter pas cher.com : ba...la surprise...c'est que ya pas de surprise.</div></li>
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ensuite on enchaine avec<span style="font-size: large;"> <strong>l'anniversaire d'Acopagro</strong></span> (14 ans ça se fête non?) ! Au programme : </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><strong>Inauguration d'un centre de recherche</strong> sur le cacao (et oui ici même à juanjui..merci les américains pour les soussous!). Rencontre avec le <strong>président du Pérou, Alan Garcia</strong> et de tout le beau monde!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Notre Mission dans cette histoire? </strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Et enfin pour Finir, <strong><span style="font-size: large;">la fête de la province</span> </strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">et enfin on <strong>TERMINE PAR <span style="font-size: large;">LA GAY Pride !</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">L'image des gays ici reste encore très taboue...ceux de juanjui sont d'ailleurs très particuliers : ils restent entre "communautés", ils sont tous coiffeurs ou couturiers ...mais surtout : ils sont travestis ! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS : Pour nous c'est les meilleurs car c'est dans leur boite qu'on s'amuse le plus (ya PAS de cumbia, de la pure electro, les gens picolent, dansent sur les tables avec ou sans barre). On connait des Agros qui ont une carte VIP...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_DX4AdZ-dLSY2y6J6bJskyulY5DS3p8D9p2cdBk_itmbUGvFiREhJ2vVgEGHjZBNpS4r8mWSB3O_JLzBVeCEwpXMtuagiE8Tb9BtYHlv3wNkd19UrKSrmBF9bNOx_MksJ_fPWNi0XfNLM/s1600/gay+pride1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_DX4AdZ-dLSY2y6J6bJskyulY5DS3p8D9p2cdBk_itmbUGvFiREhJ2vVgEGHjZBNpS4r8mWSB3O_JLzBVeCEwpXMtuagiE8Tb9BtYHlv3wNkd19UrKSrmBF9bNOx_MksJ_fPWNi0XfNLM/s320/gay+pride1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Mec ou Nana? on a du mal à y croire...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVI7PgDKBxwS11xtF4H7O11BHXhFzRFQsq7fwkrPBOTxCHFqn2Ba_fbawkOeRNrEOgQnZuW6aG0LCX9gssZjotcc7IQMUckzUUyGrZn8_-g3AjEGcR6G3OITdAu0Hqh_FynIxTgKI7EtKx/s1600/gay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVI7PgDKBxwS11xtF4H7O11BHXhFzRFQsq7fwkrPBOTxCHFqn2Ba_fbawkOeRNrEOgQnZuW6aG0LCX9gssZjotcc7IQMUckzUUyGrZn8_-g3AjEGcR6G3OITdAu0Hqh_FynIxTgKI7EtKx/s320/gay.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>On sort du "placard" en costumes tradi...</em></div>Marine et Adelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10997291483363952252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025553125140392186.post-84326335695772806632011-06-20T15:46:00.000-07:002011-06-20T15:47:40.026-07:00Notre double vie à JuanJui (partie 1)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Le stage cacao et Cie étant à mi temps, on vous dévoile nos jobs de dernière minute !<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguf83m-usogqd3vwrPhiCOzPyizl9nQ94BooJfVdrK_xRDfIZlF_YA8oyLEZZb8CMoAo5_3gpkbxPo7BnRKZd5Hs4UiukrSYrMMuYDUmLJ-FgBezGw9e57teAu-tg6SFd2JevMXilw7WIQ/s1600/massage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguf83m-usogqd3vwrPhiCOzPyizl9nQ94BooJfVdrK_xRDfIZlF_YA8oyLEZZb8CMoAo5_3gpkbxPo7BnRKZd5Hs4UiukrSYrMMuYDUmLJ-FgBezGw9e57teAu-tg6SFd2JevMXilw7WIQ/s320/massage.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Les massages de la « Ray », Lucho est un fan. </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Déconseillé après les repas...</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">( nb : <em>Ray</em> nouveau surnom de marin depuis qu'ils ont su que son deuxième nom c'est Raymonde) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZ0SvX6RsqeNs6E_MK6R3NXAwvqzWeRF3Q9GIWnv16KEPgXga8OVO7buL_A0pQlk7OxdoYVUXTCtEqneREJuAoJ2hRAQPO32PTluJdtPGsBCZjMKrAb1SpjmQlAOAoDBfyEEOv7k7CF7E/s1600/DSCN8344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZ0SvX6RsqeNs6E_MK6R3NXAwvqzWeRF3Q9GIWnv16KEPgXga8OVO7buL_A0pQlk7OxdoYVUXTCtEqneREJuAoJ2hRAQPO32PTluJdtPGsBCZjMKrAb1SpjmQlAOAoDBfyEEOv7k7CF7E/s320/DSCN8344.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>La pédicure péruvienne en mode light (adelin est le cobaye, et a choisi le plus simple possible). </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Grosse mode pour les péruviennes de tous âges...mais <strong>gros cliché</strong> pour nous, agros, en chaussures de rando!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXn0mLgbKsjn75t11HwZPRaxaBV36Onf7enKO-b5_qFMX31zdrZGGk9TX9doU0K5oQoqxLtS-gwxoVm_3HJTacYIC9aZ8SbVnsn3Ov9kgIJMba9eYDeQwBzkn_uTwDyeNT7EkMyc1EY5qg/s1600/anniv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXn0mLgbKsjn75t11HwZPRaxaBV36Onf7enKO-b5_qFMX31zdrZGGk9TX9doU0K5oQoqxLtS-gwxoVm_3HJTacYIC9aZ8SbVnsn3Ov9kgIJMba9eYDeQwBzkn_uTwDyeNT7EkMyc1EY5qg/s320/anniv.jpg" width="320" /></a></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Livraison pour anniversaire, mariage et compagnie, en moto taxi... ici pour l'anniversaire d'une gosse de...1ans haut comme 3 mangues (on adapte nos phrases au pays) ...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>vous imaginez sa fête d'aniversaire quand elle aura 18 ans?</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhad1DMN-63cMPBGNNGTWmFSHGGDqkFQblb3ZGBGZqc_16vQPE4-MbRfEsUKMmcpegEbqcYWgZ2Poy1f7kYIwLlxEyqtnWP_gkkB1kVWVivup0rk2ipS-24VK4pXH1hRKdEw91kX8c5sK/s1600/canar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhad1DMN-63cMPBGNNGTWmFSHGGDqkFQblb3ZGBGZqc_16vQPE4-MbRfEsUKMmcpegEbqcYWgZ2Poy1f7kYIwLlxEyqtnWP_gkkB1kVWVivup0rk2ipS-24VK4pXH1hRKdEw91kX8c5sK/s320/canar.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Animation enfantine pour la « Despedida » (les adieux) de nos amies suédoises. </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Adelin en sexy Minnie et Marin qui a bien remué son gros popotain avec Donald! </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Petit retour en arrière : oui, on a loupé un chapitre mais 2 petites suedoises nous ont rejoint durant le mois de mai à la coopérative : </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1YUHtcYlx8ye2SRaAlso2tudIe79U0JO5wAMnR992dGidkXiLFPAL6vytxeC1KmEBkgeMJkbr2v0z7jbvPi1JjqjT0ZE4WXWtNO45i-Qdx2JJgtwtbiIW4dXbd31JXPPCTc6MPQ6T6H9/s1600/crepe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1YUHtcYlx8ye2SRaAlso2tudIe79U0JO5wAMnR992dGidkXiLFPAL6vytxeC1KmEBkgeMJkbr2v0z7jbvPi1JjqjT0ZE4WXWtNO45i-Qdx2JJgtwtbiIW4dXbd31JXPPCTc6MPQ6T6H9/s320/crepe.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Projet de vente de crêpes Francaises au Nutella (importé de Suède et de France...merci les suédoises et les mamans) : sauf que le projet a bien entendu échoué vu qu 'on a tout mangé avant la vente...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vfS1SX55fFPpr9r1MBxXoTFjW75qdAzOa8C4JIZNzVrpiwrMld5-hR_j4HXtv95jBQY5EH9I6OybRh_nxkFZW6H9Oc7LJSnsKnt7bFJw788UXjKNEsTLWcwHBCph8HuTAUqj5fJ31Aqd/s1600/MOTO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vfS1SX55fFPpr9r1MBxXoTFjW75qdAzOa8C4JIZNzVrpiwrMld5-hR_j4HXtv95jBQY5EH9I6OybRh_nxkFZW6H9Oc7LJSnsKnt7bFJw788UXjKNEsTLWcwHBCph8HuTAUqj5fJ31Aqd/s320/MOTO.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Ici pour se déplacer, pas question de marcher : Marin qui comme vous le savez est déja une pro de la voiture... a décidé d'augmenter ses chances de mort subite...en prenant des cours de moto</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHu0PIwARUqxmg-m8OVNOSxq-OV6tlXvJuzVP7V5C9dSy-y7tK37KyMCe048eP14a2eS2arM6h08IpuI91imIU6p89BOc0J9lx_aROeLt7lZ7tyfI0YQu3sQ70THqHcXfSTTJz8XAPXXxw/s1600/manequin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHu0PIwARUqxmg-m8OVNOSxq-OV6tlXvJuzVP7V5C9dSy-y7tK37KyMCe048eP14a2eS2arM6h08IpuI91imIU6p89BOc0J9lx_aROeLt7lZ7tyfI0YQu3sQ70THqHcXfSTTJz8XAPXXxw/s320/manequin.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><em>Pendant ce temps, adelin joue la manequin pour ACOPAGRO : petite séance photo avec le patron</em><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IGBUgv3_OqFSrv78ssjLEGlqy1DaRtRZdr6M834b7Ll0MYxddxOgQQ7Bqs59iuWkXmvnlg5uA0mOF1Bt8s5F47gpxrP6lzWtlLKKZDU6AnwF7mUBzwC6yGtVuKJGnb4-yje39UxymdpJ/s1600/tripes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IGBUgv3_OqFSrv78ssjLEGlqy1DaRtRZdr6M834b7Ll0MYxddxOgQQ7Bqs59iuWkXmvnlg5uA0mOF1Bt8s5F47gpxrP6lzWtlLKKZDU6AnwF7mUBzwC6yGtVuKJGnb4-yje39UxymdpJ/s320/tripes.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Cours de cuisine : Le vers solitaire que marin a chopé?...euh non des trippes...les français sont censés être des fans...Adelin a appris à les préparer..mais ne peut toujours pas en ingurgiter...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4v3zEwDEEDgBVDqdURNwTikG7aj2uIqHuaxuWHjLgpCtFH9v9vwz476rz6aSgDBGffISkm_AR8O1So8ZYqXSXUZNzCANOeuIV2alb86qJ6-LJLIsdl3n27RCO-lMHwlVjpoY0LW9Rk_0m/s1600/lucho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4v3zEwDEEDgBVDqdURNwTikG7aj2uIqHuaxuWHjLgpCtFH9v9vwz476rz6aSgDBGffISkm_AR8O1So8ZYqXSXUZNzCANOeuIV2alb86qJ6-LJLIsdl3n27RCO-lMHwlVjpoY0LW9Rk_0m/s320/lucho.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Et avec tous ces tafs on a plus le temps de laver nos affaires. On a donc embauché un lessiveur-striptiseur ! Notre cher Lucho !</em></div>Marine et Adelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10997291483363952252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025553125140392186.post-35884907511675866372011-06-20T15:03:00.000-07:002011-06-20T15:03:12.185-07:00Sauce (ketchup, moutarde et autres subtilités...)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Que ceux qui pensent que je vais faire un petit article sur les différentes sauces du Pérou (quoique les crèmes de aji peuvent en faire l’objet à elles toutes seules), arrêtez-vous de suite !! </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">On a profité d'un p</span><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">etit weekend ensoleillé avec Marie C pour aller à Sauce (prononcé Saoussé) au bord du Laguna Azul (Lac bleu) près de Tarapoto.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRVKoTL5KJoU1ZWu2PLy5hRTb2p8eDsszXzb-z833KY6eU8ANW9AzT5enkT5YiAquzP6baLpjFBEMfehRXM2y7rVbLnbY7GV5KWEgj-sNN5y6d_3eSlM63Um3qZ-xBQmWX-2D3qowkWdX/s1600/bac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRVKoTL5KJoU1ZWu2PLy5hRTb2p8eDsszXzb-z833KY6eU8ANW9AzT5enkT5YiAquzP6baLpjFBEMfehRXM2y7rVbLnbY7GV5KWEgj-sNN5y6d_3eSlM63Um3qZ-xBQmWX-2D3qowkWdX/s320/bac.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>D’abord, il s’agit de traverser le fleuve avec voitures et bus, nous avons prié quand un bus a voulu monter sur le bac mais pour ça, les péruviens, ils sont forts...</em></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUi87EpCZITUQbmcS2qxruJ-fq2myvR5dxzGro6XKcqK-1iJuYPNJnfLsLaLaF5HnFf1R4Uog4eyYuM8ocZK5tFhlPMbAtvmbeB7kQx4Fw_nrtu3xM0GQX-pHOrfy2-62XeHd8bLKGiRTT/s1600/blog+marie+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUi87EpCZITUQbmcS2qxruJ-fq2myvR5dxzGro6XKcqK-1iJuYPNJnfLsLaLaF5HnFf1R4Uog4eyYuM8ocZK5tFhlPMbAtvmbeB7kQx4Fw_nrtu3xM0GQX-pHOrfy2-62XeHd8bLKGiRTT/s320/blog+marie+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>Description de la journée : farniente et tour du lac en bateau (dure dure la césure…)</em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">En gros, on vient frapper à ta porte les dimanches entre 5h du mat’ et 7h (bien sur personne n'est au courant!) avec des gros basoukas remplis d'antidote.<br />
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<span lang="FR">Une véritable <strong>cuvette</strong> située entre 3300 et 4000 m, on crache un peu nos poumons à se balader dans la ville. L’eau y bout à 89°C et ça, c’est quand même ouf (commentaires inutiles, bonjour)! </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Parce qu'en Bolivie, la musique flockorique est bien plus courante et variée qu'au Pérou, on en profite pour faire un tour dans le musée des instruments de musique...</div><br />
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<em>Pour tous ceux qui nous ont demandé de leur ramener des flûtes de pan...celles-là, impossible de les ramener dans la valise!</em></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR"><br />
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<span lang="FR"><i>Alors les ventes d’œufs de toutes tailles dans la rue sont de sortie !</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR"> <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="FR">Parce que notre séjour à la Paz s'est transformé en French'trip avec une french'touch </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Une rencontre de 3 gugusses franco/québécois sur l’Ile du Soleil que l'on a plus quittés jusqu'à la fin de notre voyage => colloc de 3 jours avec 2 gars pires que des filles (au niveau bordel de chambre, de ronflage et de shopping ! ^^ )</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Rencontre qui nous a permis aussi de retrouver nos racines gustatives (et de perdre la voix pour marin...quand elle parle trop français?) ...car o<span lang="FR">ui, nous l’avouons, les repas et spécialités françaises nous manquent… beaucoup</span><span lang="FR">… alors on décide de sortir nos bolivianos et de se faire THE resto français de La Paz.</span><br />
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<span lang="FR"><i> Repas fromages/ vins boliviens qui se défendent pas si mal! (sans oublier the guaca de Martin!)</i></span><br />
<span lang="FR"><i> (de gauche à droite, les kkoteras, les québécois Fred et Maryse et les copains français Julien(ne) et Martin(e)) Merci pour cette soirée les copains, c'était vraiment sympa! (mais plus jamais de duo J&M pour les berceuses)</i></span><span lang="FR"><br />
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Certaines communautés boliviennes continuent, malgré l'influence de touristes (on ne se sent pas du tout visé...), à garder ses coutumes et à mener leur vie sur cette petite ile.<br />
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</div>Marine et Adelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10997291483363952252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025553125140392186.post-46934310645119024742011-05-04T08:29:00.001-07:002011-05-04T08:29:34.003-07:00Copacabana: filles en bikinis? non, pas celui du Brésil mais de Bolivie (je vois déjà les visages déçus...)<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="FR">Nous quittons Cusco, direction Puno au bord du lac Titicaca où nous ne passons que la nuit parce que, paraît-il, le lac Titicaca est beaucoup plus beau côté bolivien.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="FR"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="FR">Ce que nous confirmons, nous nous installons à Copacabana, petite ville beaucoup plus paisible et jolie que Puno au bord du lac navigable le plus haut du monde (3800 m au dessus du niveau de la mer)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR"><br />
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<em>Dédicace à la famille : lundi des patttates ! mardi des patates, mercredi des patates..aussiii</em><br />
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</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="FR">S’en suit la visite des ruines de Pisac, sur les hauteurs de la ville. Ancienne citadelle inca, c'est le site archéologique inca le plus complet après le Machu Picchu, on peut y observer des terrasses agricoles impressionnantes, des ruines de maisons, d’anciens greniers, de temples.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="FR"><br />
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<em>Un petit bain mon cher? "Le bain de l'Inca" </em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="FR"><i><br />
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</div></div>Marine et Adelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10997291483363952252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025553125140392186.post-27764575222996598432011-05-03T07:40:00.000-07:002011-05-04T08:32:04.642-07:00Machu&Picchette !<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Partir d’ici sans voir cette merveille du Monde ? No way ! ( petit lapsus anglais car pendant le treck on a du se remettre à l’anglais…je vous raconte pas la mixture de nos réponses quand on pense aujourd’hui qu'en espagnol…)..</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Alors hop ! Reveil Matin 3h30 pour arriver dans les prems afin de pouvoir admirer ce site sans les hordes de touristes…on est arrivé dans les 400 premiers, juste à temps pour avoir le droit de grimper sur le Wayna Picchu (le sommet derrière toutes le photos) !</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">MachuPicchUu... « cité Inca » perdue mais retrouvée (ouf !) en 1911 par un historien américain (qui en a profité pour ramener pleins de souvenirs pour les musées des USA). L’absence de témoignages écrits ( les conquistadores sont passés à coté de cette merveille…) fait que l’histoire de ce site reste encore hypothétique: on se crée donc une histoire à travers ce que l’on voit (et pour ceux qui connaissent les mystérieuses cités d’or…).</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgef_rB0wpJnI3NatbdvP18wj9XzLYnhx_KX-eFu_EJ2_X8a48F0iUXfJLDPRCksYRKvmVMU0gzxWgjl3lsTvLEBvaiG17jflFrGtxCNUYqt9jCqoLG1ogg_v52pVUkaY3_oyeTPBTZPCfH/s1600/IMG_2692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgef_rB0wpJnI3NatbdvP18wj9XzLYnhx_KX-eFu_EJ2_X8a48F0iUXfJLDPRCksYRKvmVMU0gzxWgjl3lsTvLEBvaiG17jflFrGtxCNUYqt9jCqoLG1ogg_v52pVUkaY3_oyeTPBTZPCfH/s320/IMG_2692.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <em>ici le l’Intihuatana « point d’amarage du soleil » : sanctuaire où les Incas faisaient des petits cours d’astronomie</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYsqJs08o1QIZDyJCuWaxj6vl23uJJAXoz1FLDf_px4QUPdgNtzK1mXpgC68mcVwXUsYDGeyoSagt0ksfgM4p40c29BI4ATNXewZY-2pkNrAjKXsthl2QBIVbVw3E4k8yIhyphenhyphenrGnfrnICO/s1600/pizza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYsqJs08o1QIZDyJCuWaxj6vl23uJJAXoz1FLDf_px4QUPdgNtzK1mXpgC68mcVwXUsYDGeyoSagt0ksfgM4p40c29BI4ATNXewZY-2pkNrAjKXsthl2QBIVbVw3E4k8yIhyphenhyphenrGnfrnICO/s320/pizza.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>C'est que ça donne les crocs de s'être levées à l'aube...! </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>On a décidé de manger bien typique pour une fois ! </em></div>Marine et Adelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10997291483363952252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025553125140392186.post-14241813175198271532011-04-28T09:25:00.000-07:002011-05-02T10:12:23.914-07:00A la rencontre des lamas et des Quechuas...<div class="MsoNormal">Pour quitter un peu la locomotive touristique et les hordes de touristes qui se dirigent toutes vers le Machu Picchu, nous avons décidé de faire un petit treck de 3 jours dans la montagne andine. Petit groupe de 5 personnes avec un guide, un cuisinier et des porteurs (traitement de princesses? pas du tout !)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5ecAppTJWftPCz5842RcFjqNacQwg3bcM6RNUMCLIJDkNkMn_Y2cxo0MfJhOww8BBbZc90Hgcz3mHx0jh2OIJ5LJ2fpldusdlM3DcYf1PXqyPVLGYHkwV_7KVkOliro-BIQaXDz2Z2ld/s1600/groupe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5ecAppTJWftPCz5842RcFjqNacQwg3bcM6RNUMCLIJDkNkMn_Y2cxo0MfJhOww8BBbZc90Hgcz3mHx0jh2OIJ5LJ2fpldusdlM3DcYf1PXqyPVLGYHkwV_7KVkOliro-BIQaXDz2Z2ld/s320/groupe.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Notre petit groupe: Jenny l'australienne, les kkoteras, le couple d'hollandais, les porteurs, le cuisinier et son aide qui ont plutôt fait du bon travail!</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIcBNFg2nvvEm8KHQgLnfozJZrOO-sS_6Q1MVjDDCZJ_oi0lisIAMolQhOR5CZBt9eboMkHcnh7P3EaGgKTTb8JLlU6xhD8ijLU8DBx_zSZ7T-NMiRAVQJZ8nXftNfG8WLHOBtp5ZEZHX/s1600/bouffe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIcBNFg2nvvEm8KHQgLnfozJZrOO-sS_6Q1MVjDDCZJ_oi0lisIAMolQhOR5CZBt9eboMkHcnh7P3EaGgKTTb8JLlU6xhD8ijLU8DBx_zSZ7T-NMiRAVQJZ8nXftNfG8WLHOBtp5ZEZHX/s320/bouffe.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span lang="FR"><i>En parlant de sa cuisine: des petites merveilles péruviennes au milieu de nulle part sous la tente.</i></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="FR">Donc c’est parti pour 3 jours de vadrouille (jusqu'à 4700 m et des brouettes). Autant vous dire qu’à cette altitude, le « soroche » ou mal des montagnes peut être violent, la petite Adeline en a d’ailleurs fait les frais : mal de tête et impression d’avoir perdu la moitié de ses poumons… Seul remède: le mate de coca, une vraie cure pendant le treck! Mais l’arrivée au sommet valait le coup !</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR">On s’est rendu compte d’une chose : la nuit dans la montagne à cette altitude, il fait froid (ça fait 3 mois qu'on est habitué à 30 degrès...)</span><br />
<span lang="FR">Seule solution : dormir toutes habillées, avec sac de couchage certifié -15° (selon la petite péruvienne de la boutique du coin, ok, bon point pour nos détracteurs) et nos chaussettes et panchos à lamas achetés en urgence aux petites mamitas du coin...mais rien à faire...il faisait toujours froid.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XKh4OKrGM1qqOehmnT25kLOIv_jMxTasWn7FKDKVjBcjWsbExApYsNKNutjyyaZgO8r1ufAFwMlbLWl7Ev9uTD3IG1MkgPi3075Na-QV4Q1GVLJyfUblK4mo3-gaARcMgHLUGJXuhmqL/s1600/ollantaybamba2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XKh4OKrGM1qqOehmnT25kLOIv_jMxTasWn7FKDKVjBcjWsbExApYsNKNutjyyaZgO8r1ufAFwMlbLWl7Ev9uTD3IG1MkgPi3075Na-QV4Q1GVLJyfUblK4mo3-gaARcMgHLUGJXuhmqL/s320/ollantaybamba2.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Si on cherche bien, on se retrouve dans les rues ayant conservé leurs charmes Incas. Les maisons ont été fondées sur les socles des temples.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Visite du monastère Santa Catalina, petite ville dans la ville et plus grand couvent du monde ( 30 000 m2 ). Certaines enfants nobles y étaient élevées, cloitrées à partir de leurs 12 ans. Après, tu choisis : mariage avec un ptit vieux ou none à vie (avec 4 dames de compagnie et esclaves...pas mal.)… Mais bon, le monastère est vraiment superbe, avec ses couleurs espagnoles, on se croirait en Andalousie !</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAROg0pWb3mC3cZHJW_pru_02kHhw_-_BnxV8OE-RSOuk1f3op66gDND-csMNiURG7_z6FWvQEIQP3aV7CsKMevEVpg0nWF474yvHikHm2DsLfoiWvTp0q9xOV12ho9223ARLzi-cc9BN/s1600/ocopa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAROg0pWb3mC3cZHJW_pru_02kHhw_-_BnxV8OE-RSOuk1f3op66gDND-csMNiURG7_z6FWvQEIQP3aV7CsKMevEVpg0nWF474yvHikHm2DsLfoiWvTp0q9xOV12ho9223ARLzi-cc9BN/s320/ocopa.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>et l'ocopa (pommes de terre avec une sauce piment-cacahuètes). Hummmmmm !</em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><br />
</span></div>Marine et Adelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10997291483363952252noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025553125140392186.post-18473696100644939442011-04-28T07:39:00.000-07:002011-05-02T09:00:27.615-07:00Lima, nous (re) voilà...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Une ville que l’on a voulu éviter (car déjà visitée (cf le tout premier article) ) mais les annulations d’avions péruviens ne nous ont pas données le choix. Voilà une nouvelle version de cette ville, fondée par les conquistadores espagnols au 16ème siècle (un certain Pizarro) comme la « la Ciudad de los Reyes » ( <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">La Cité des Rois) </i>: ville cachée par un voile de brume toute l’année (du au courant marin (c’est encore de ma faute)), entourée et parsemée de collines désertiques, atteinte petit à petit par notre chère mondialisation et surtout par la pollution…</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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C’est vrai la plupart du temps <strong>MAIS</strong> les péruviens ont quand même trouvé des alternatives pour le menu du soir : " <em>A partir de 16h, quelques dizaines de Mamas péruviennes sortent le barbecue, les tables et les bancs dans la rue, et commencent à préparer le repas du soir…pour tout le voisinage</em>. <br />
Car il faut préciser que les habitants n’ont pas toujours les moyens de se payer des bombonnes de gaz et n'ont parfois pas l'espace pour se créer une cuisine dernier cri. Les prix de la rue ne dépassent pas 7 soles...soit 2 euros. Et qu'est ce qu'on mange alors?<br />
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Les <strong><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Juanes</i> </strong>: une preparation typique de la région à base de riz, de colorant jaune, de membres de poulet (on peut tomber, pour les plus chanceux, sur les pattes), d’œufs, de coriandre, enroulée et cuite dans des grandes feuilles vertes de Bijao qui lui donnent toute sa saveur. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Et comme boisson ?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Une des spécialités est <em>la <strong>ChiCha Morada</strong></em> : un jus violet fait à partir de mais violet bouillis, d’écorces de pommes, d’ananas, de canelle et clou de girofle . Délicieux, épicé, sucré…et violet...</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Il a voulu nous faire connaître les cascades de Huacamaíllo les plus belles de la région et les moins prisées touristiquement …Pourquoi ? Parce qu’il faut marcher 1h le long de la rivière et parfois se mouiller les tripes pour arriver au bout ! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Après quelques piqures de moustiques, de gros coup de soleils pour certaines (voir le blog de Marie Corradi pour voir le carnage), la croisée de vaillantes vaches péruviennes et papillons de contes de fées , de traversées tumultueuses du Rio, nous arrivons de pieds fermes (mais bien mouillés) dans les eaux glacées de la cascade. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Marine et Adelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10997291483363952252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025553125140392186.post-7954613125637551192011-03-14T15:41:00.000-07:002011-03-14T15:41:04.301-07:00La “Ciudad de las Orquídeas” : MoyoBambaUn Micro week-end entre APT et TJ à Moyabamba, une ville connue pour avoir 3500 différentes espèces d'orchidées . <br />
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Petit tour obligé dans le jardin botanique de la ville<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nous ne sommes pas très expertes sur le thème...(on va remettre ça sur la faute du guide). On va donc dire que les photos parlent d'elles-même (mais ça va faire plaisir à PapaDescamps...) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">On en profite également pour faire un saut dans les bains thermaux…aaaahh nos premiers bains chauds depuis 2 mois! ! Qué Rico ! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Il faut préciser la première raison de notre venue à Moyobamba : LA première COUPE de cheveux du filleul de July....LA tradition péruvienne ! <br />
On a donc participé à un gouter d’anniversaire de petits péruviens âgés en moyenne de 5 ans (ça vous fait tous rêver non ?^^)..<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: justify;"><span lang="FR">Parce que les kkoteras ne s’intéressent pas qu’au cacao, on vous fait découvrir notre petite après-midi avec un apiculteur péruvien, le papa de JC (Juan Carlos pour ceux qui se demandent... un ami de la coop). Il faut dire que nous sommes de grandes consommatrices de son miel !</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR"> </span><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi207fihG_8BUk_iPDAetWU_ixKLZlVPbrArZdwatft6XMRUZvA6Qshegdtb3ALPz_k8oEdUx5P1qHu5e2x3ThyuwFbIraGJ-h1gLOWK7hrEunTDOc-9uexrSmV3sNskowcRMX8L1IgQ4W4/s320/juanjui2.png" width="320" /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span lang="FR">Déjà, petite vue de la ferme sur Juanjui avec la pluie qui arrive, encore et toujours</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span lang="FR">KKoteras bien protégées des petites abeilles (mais autant vous dire qu’on n’est pas très à l’aise avec les cousines de maya). Pour info sur la photo, le papa de JC chassait un moustique avec son fumoir à base de feuilles de bananes séchées…</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span lang="FR">Passage des mains au fumoir, histoire de ne pas se faire piquer ! (et oui, pas de gants pour tout le monde !)</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span lang="FR">Abeilles bien shootées par le fumoir, le travail devient beaucoup plus facile ! (d’ailleurs, ça ne shoote pas que les abeilles !)</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"></span><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Notre JuanJui vu de la plus haute tour du plus grand « immeuble » péruvien</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><em>La plaza del Arma</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Vue sur la place principale, lieu le plus fréquenté le soir : « La Plaza de las Armas » : il y en a une dans toutes les villes et villages, avec le même nom et la même forme… mais qui se distinguent toutes par leur édifice central. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">A Juanjui, c’est le « Gran Pajaten » la star, reproduit au milieu de notre petite place. Ce site archéologique est inaccessible aujourd’hui car les autorités ont décidé de laisser la végétation naturelle reprendre le dessus…on n’en sait donc pas plus sur ses origines et son histoire. (Ni les péruviens d’ailleurs).</span></div>Marine et Adelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10997291483363952252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025553125140392186.post-84735281200592148552011-03-03T08:39:00.000-08:002011-03-03T08:48:10.596-08:00Saison des pluies<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;">« Pluie » est un mot bien gentil…plutôt une saison « torrentiellement improviste » !…Evelyne Deliah n’est pas là pour nous dire « Hé les loulous, n’oubliez pas vos capes de pluie et vos bottes » ! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Voila Le LOOK de le saison des pluies...selon Adelin</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Cette saison se résume de cette façon : <br />
Chaud (entre 27 et 35 degrés), lourd et humide (taux d’humidité d’environ 70%, source wikipédia), le soleil est le plus souvent timide caché derrière des gros cumulus....<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Puis, <b>le ciel se couvre</b>, de gros nuages gris s’accumulent autours de la cordillère entourant la ville…jusqu’à ce qu’elle devienne <b>invisible</b> (les nuages sont très bas… le ciel va nous tomber sur la tête !!!) et de gros éclairs s’approchent à l’horizon.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Vautours carnassiers qui hantent les alentours de la ville, </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Au second plan...la cordillère étoufée par les nuages de pluie</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Puis <b>BADA...bam,</b> gros orage (méchant..très méchant…)...il flotte, il flotte, il flotte… des trombes d’eau! L’eau ruisselle dans les rues bétonnées, il n’y a pas de caniveau.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div>Pour ceux qui habitent près du fleuve c’est encore une autre histoire. Le fleuve déborde, les maisons en bois sont inondées rapidement et parfois s’écroulent.<br />
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</div>Quelques heures plus tard, la vie reprend son cours...Notre pension, ayant accès à un puits d'eau souterrain, fourni l'eau pour certains amis et proches qui n'ont plus accès à l'eau courante après ces violents épisodes...<br />
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</div>Marine et Adelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10997291483363952252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025553125140392186.post-75480453342458909072011-03-01T07:29:00.000-08:002011-03-01T09:24:52.899-08:00Retrouvailles de 4 « Gringos » à JuanJui<div class="Sansinterligne" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Gringa"= Etrangère blanc-bec? c'est comme ça qu'on nous surnomme ici.</span></div><div class="Sansinterligne" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2 autres "Gringos" Agros nous ont rejoints pour le week end : Marie et Kévin. Une virée "à la campagne" pour eux (car ils vivent dans une ville, une vraie à quelques heures de Juanjui)...mais Juanjui restera pour nous The best City...</span></div><div class="Sansinterligne" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="Sansinterligne" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Qui a éteint la lumière ? Grottes de 5 étages, peuplées uniquement par les chauves-souris et charmants insectes...un lieu mysterieux pas encore exploité touristiquement</span></div><div class="Sansinterligne" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">L’alcool ne manque pas ! Les alcools sont différents : le Rhum a un goût de caramel, le vin est toujours très liquoreux quelque soit le cépage </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Bref on se rabat sur de nouvelles choses : le Pisco Sour, des alcools à base de jus de canne...et les « traigos » ...des petits shooters de liqueurs<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>et d’alcool fort (pisco, vodka, rom) avec des noms assez mignons : « <strong>Sigueme, Sigueme</strong> » (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Suis moi, suis moi</i>), « <strong>Esperame en el suelo</strong> » ( <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Attend moi sur le sol</i>), « <strong>Nunca Mas</strong> » (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Jamais plus).</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em></em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0D8VyXwe5WRUbbsJdNIejT_7gZ8nNKQZz8kXviNG9bkTBPqE0S3lw4_tptJbUeIq5A-9XUbYe3ZSXywoGZrY66ta-UmigvthVUtpW9mUnAeLVwjUbCqozw_9Bojc7QSDWewSt5-TVqGvy/s1600/Traigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0D8VyXwe5WRUbbsJdNIejT_7gZ8nNKQZz8kXviNG9bkTBPqE0S3lw4_tptJbUeIq5A-9XUbYe3ZSXywoGZrY66ta-UmigvthVUtpW9mUnAeLVwjUbCqozw_9Bojc7QSDWewSt5-TVqGvy/s320/Traigo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">On a trouvé un « Kvo » de plein air… le <span style="font-size: large;"><strong>CocoLoco </strong></span>! Les « gringos » viennent tous les week end faire une session d’apprentissage de danse péruvienne. Au programme salsa, meringue, cumbia et de l’electro mixée très très bizarrement… autant vous dire qu’avec notre antécédent Kvo, on passe pour des clowns très rapidement…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TiQJ3mRbM2cr6xAjo5s3PS7l_Y5r74Wa0aElAaJZ5t2rEnRVB2Ds3NfT4HGTyRLQCueOfkPfCbxXh3hmtZD4QSiYU3G7_GHGqy_iwMzYlMVrZpKro3kK-N8KyD7IQPOe9yXWr7qAU49S/s1600/Boite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TiQJ3mRbM2cr6xAjo5s3PS7l_Y5r74Wa0aElAaJZ5t2rEnRVB2Ds3NfT4HGTyRLQCueOfkPfCbxXh3hmtZD4QSiYU3G7_GHGqy_iwMzYlMVrZpKro3kK-N8KyD7IQPOe9yXWr7qAU49S/s320/Boite.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><em>et quand 4 Agro se retrouvent en boite…la salsa est dansée en rock, le meringué en macaréna ou madison, l’électro en kvo bien français, la cumbia en Afro le tout soupoudré de tectonik... </em></span><br />
<span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><em>Les agros sont toujours aussi discrets…</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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