Bike-Hacking Through Fortress Europe

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314781725401242752011-04-21T15:01:12.133-04:00Bike-Hacking Through Fortress EuropeNouvelles d'un chat errant, pédalant à travers les contrées empoisonnées de l'Occident, et bien au-delà de sa civilisation... vers une terre de liberté. - A traveller's (b)log about a French-canadian bike traveller tying to make his way across the social wastelands of the Western world... and his escape towards a land of liberty.Christian Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12004920070188349199noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131478172540124275.post-26120852029886945122008-11-22T05:52:00.031-05:002008-12-25T05:01:50.367-05:00Vers des mondes estranges... or To Oddly Go Where Nomads Have Gone Before

Places: Amiens, Fr => Basel, Ch => Geneve, Ch => Fortcalquier, Fr => Dijon => Landsberg, Germanica => Treviso, Italia => Ljubljana, Slovenija => Banja Luka, BosniaDate: 23 Novembre 2008Musik: Harmonium, Godflesh, "Peaches" The Stranglers, Edith Piaf(english version coming after the french one)"J'aurais voulu être un artiiisteeePour avoir le monde à refaiiirePour pouvoir être un anarchiiisteeeEt

Christian Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12004920070188349199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131478172540124275.post-66399856959708003222008-09-18T13:46:00.006-04:002008-11-28T20:40:33.859-05:00A mountain dormitory poem (sad and sweet childhood nostalgia)

O Canada, I'll miss you...Trashy bus terminalsOld grey arenasPotato chipsKetchup, vinegar, BBQLocal junior hockey leaguesSnowball castlesMidnight Ski-dooBy the moonlighted snowDust from the starsSnowflakes asteroid fieldsBy the Darkside of the MoonO Canada I'll miss you...Cold War GamesThe nuke that could shake up the worldAt every Good Morning AmericaThe Great Fear , the Silent War,Star Wars at

Christian Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12004920070188349199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131478172540124275.post-940223840095057862008-08-11T12:23:00.060-04:002008-08-27T19:49:05.949-04:00From the Land of the Dupes (Switzerland), to Northern Crapland, and then back to some other alternative Wonderland (Amiens)

Time: Late august '08Place: near Basel, SwitzerlandThe Netherlands and Benelux...A barren wasteland caught somewhere in between Nothingness and Total Boredom. If a place such as Hell would exist, it'd be somewhere in its landscape, or maybe this is what it's like to be caught in Limbo for the time of your temporary spiritual punishment. Flat, angular, linear in a nightmarish sense, all

Christian Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12004920070188349199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131478172540124275.post-5030939577204838842008-05-08T11:44:00.019-04:002008-06-02T07:16:47.731-04:00Southern France and Ze Olde Punk Village - Sud de la France

Temps: Première moitié de MaiLieu: Sud de la FranceTO ENGLISH READERS: if you have any trouble reading French, there's an english version of this blog entry just a bit further down the page just for you!Bon, ça fait un bout de temps que j'ai pas fait de mise-à-jour en français sur ce blogue, or pour celles et ceux qui ont de la difficulté en anglais, je leur en dois un. Faut comprendre que j'ai

Christian Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12004920070188349199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131478172540124275.post-23383146613794748202008-05-08T03:21:00.022-04:002008-05-09T07:10:47.079-04:00Barcelona: Punk Wonderland

Time: second half of April '08Place: Squattsville, CatalunyaThis is the place where for a few decades, not so long ago in History, the whole christian/capitalist order was about to be totally brought down to its knees for the benefit of a society without despots and the despotism of private property... or for a proletarian conception of "liberty" in other words. Some called it the Spanish Civil

Christian Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12004920070188349199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131478172540124275.post-52171445450290796382008-04-04T05:09:00.022-04:002008-08-27T06:26:21.173-04:00First stop: Granada!

Time: Mid-March '80Place: Andalusia, SpainI tend to get a lot from trusting my own instincts while travelling...I first set foot in Spain at the airport of Malaga, after long and harsh weeks of uncertainty, broken expectations (my denial of entry to the US, mainly) and all-around hostile weather and nonetheless cold social interactions (i.e. the winter in Montreal, Canada). Malaga was quickly

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