Fang A Paris

Je suis allée a Paris.

(Léa x 2) + (je t'aime x 2) = Les Léas sont des êtres plein d'amour.

Southampton

48 hours of Southampton, its solid sodium lights and freezing frosted windows,
I knew I would have forgotten the way if I thought, so I stopped thinking and the car found its own way to my homes and friends, which are the same thing,
my bike knew which pavement to cross and what street to avoid, my head didn't know but my thighs and tall tyres knew Bevois Valley (the way up, and then the way down) ;
Ginny's red door shutting with a loud bang of glass and wood, that I heard and interpreted as a promise of delights every next time I'd pop in the next hour or the next day or the next week-end, and then the next year, her hearing aid playing electronic music while we talked too loudly and too much and too easily about too many things,
the soft red and white fur of my brother's silent cat on my dark grey socks standing in silence around my cold feet, the fits of laughter I had in the kitchen of Priory Road with Lea and him and friends now flatly scattered in every corners and cracks in the ceiling above me,
Tom's perfect hugs and the carpeted step before the kitchen's lino where I could sit being both inside and outside and have a tea in less time it took to make it, happy to be able to be, how we felt unashamed and without regrets at everybody's surprised but ours,
and Paola's dark never ending curling hair while we understood with and without talking what we were talking about, and realised we are happy in our lives while the caramel syrup of our London Fog got straight in our blood stream after we ran up and down Bittern Park in the morning, trying to avoid the swans and the thick joint smoke,
and Saphisha's opening and closing green eyes reflecting the sun back at Paola and I sitting on the pavement of Coventry Road, enjoying the warmth of a december noon as much as Saphisha, rolling her whole body in the dust and the hitting sun,
the clicking sound of Tom's red van's side mirror put out before the sound of the metal door and rusty starter,
and Diana's smart gaze while we talk like we did one year ago like it was one week ago, her beautiful enthusiasm lavishing from her side of the light wooden table to my side of the table and into my coffee in Portswood,
and the dark red lights of the reggae bass allowing my throat and eyes to sweat while the same bodies moved the same ways in the same venues the same saturday nights,
I didn't see mayflower park, I saw my friends instead.

Ashikita/Tanegashima/Byebye

Wave Spotting

Cuu san and Tempah San

Surfing day out.

Wei-chan's fashionable legs.

Cuu-San, in Ashikita.

I don't know what happened.

Tanuki-San and his friends.

Han chan, from Taiwan.

Sora Kun

Tanegashima Airport

From Fukushima, to Tanegashima

Quand ton train est en retard quand tu descends de l'avion (ca n'arrive JAMAIS au Japon),
qu'on te demande cinq euros s't'eu-plait trois minutes apres avoir posé le pied a terre (ca n'arrive JAMAIIIIS au Japon),
qu'Etienne Daho passe à la radio (j'suis en France cette fois, c'est sur),
que ton pere dit ''il est asmathique s'pauve garcon faut qu'il arrête'',
et que tu dis ''oui merci j'ai bien dormi'' et que ta mere te dit ''non t'as pas bien dormi'' (parce qu'elle sait mieux que toi, tu vois),
puis ''t'es trop maigre, on dirait ces filles malades la comment ca s'appelle la,…'' avant même de te dire bonjour,
que t'as 20 ans de sacs de cartons de jupes de paperasse a virer dans ta chambre,
et que tout sent l'adoucissant le propre et la cigarette,
tu sais que t'es à ta maison.

Self portrait as a frite.

After nine months of hugless weeks (Japan is Japan…), my last two days of Japan were filled with hugs so strong, so pure, so honest, I was wondering what was happening to me.
The people I met and shared with hugged me without thinking, without hesitation, it was a change, it was powerful without being overwhelming.
I felt alive.
More followed, unattended, unexpected wandering hugs.

Anyways.
Comes a few more images of my last wanders through south Japan, then I should head out.
I'll let you know.
Soon.

For now,
vive le nord.

Bye bye papaye

So I took a plane at 10 from a remote island and arrived in the middle of a holiday in the middle of Tokyo at 12.30, what?

Bye bye kagoshima tanegashima sakurajima (le premier qui fait une blague avec pyjama se prend une pantoufle)

(The first one that dares a joke with pyjamas gets a slipper in the face)

I played with the kids and we had nice food and no, my luggage is way over the weight limit and is not closed and is not ready.

It's often in those moments that I wish I believed in some sort of god.

Tanegashima love.

Well well, it looks like I had an extra day off for my last day, that it did not rain, and that I managed not to cry about leaving japan so far (nor about the mess awaiting me in December in france, and mind you this is not far from heroic). 

And that I was lucky enough to spend most of the day sat on the wet sand and then kayak through mangroves and then go to the onsen. Yappari! Sogoku tanoshikata yo! Minna arigatou!

Little Utau-chan.

Tanuki-San (Kentarou San)

Han-chan

On m'appelle pas Pocahontas pour rien!

I haven't got Pocahontas as a nickname for no reason...

Last evening lights in Tanegashima.

Bye bay mangroves crabs.

Saisho saisho!

Bonjouuuuuuuuuurrrrr

Voici une photo sans contexte. Ça arrive.

Han chan et moi dans le camion. ´fin dans la partie sans siège ni ceinture ni fenêtre du camion. Bon moi j'ai tout de suite proposé qu'on parle Mexicain mais je crois que c'était perdu d'avance.

Bon une fois que tu sais que tu crèves direct si y'a un virage serré et que t'as pas d'assurance santé, et que tu acceptes ce fait dans sa totalité, c'est plutôt agréable.

Sinon, un bout d'un des trois champs qui auront eu raison de mon dos. Et de mes genoux.

Shiitake Tonyu soup.

On a eu un jour de congé (ah bah tiens! Ça arrive! Nan nan vraiment je souris pas forcé du touuuuuut!)

Du coup j'ai étiré mon dos sur la plage, 

Il y avait beaucoup de vent et beaucoup d'espace.

J'ai trouvé un cadeau pour monsieur le père, j'ai fait des blagues que j'étais la seule à comprendre toute la journée (et je me suis rendue compte que j'étais beaucoup trop sarcastique pour mon bien), j'ai glissé un son que j'ai fait entre d'autres sons de grands sans rien dire dans la voiture et tout le monde à fait woua c'est biiiien c'est quoiiii et j'ai dit "ché miiiiiiii!" et j'ai maintenant 2 like sur soundcloud, je peux mourir sereine (https://m.soundcloud.com/ou-sont-les-lions/big-black-eyes?in=ou-sont-les-lions/sets/fang-toute-seule)

J'ai mangé un paquet entier de sucre de canne j'ai cru mourir d'un sugar rush doublé d'une crise de foi mais maintenant que je sais je le referais plus jamais promis pardon je suis désolée. 

Han chan a voulu qu'on se dessine mutuellement. J'attends toujours. Moi j'ai fait ça, et ça faisait bien 8 ans que j'avais pas joué à ce jeu: