Jean Jacques and Nicolas and metorite interludes

When Alessio left Gokarna I was still in the room we shared, where I started finally to paint with water colours, after a few months of inactivity.

So what I did was to spend some time reading, reading a lot to be honest, and messing around a bit with my diary and drowings, quite shily have to say, bit scared too. But at least for the firs time I was using colours (loads) to make some figurative pictures.

One day I decided I had looked at the sea too long already from my balcony and that the time was arrived to overcome my waves fear.
So I took all my guts and walked straight to the beach, a very very windy and wavy one. I walked along the water line for a kilometer more or less and there I put my sarong on the sand and ran into the water! And ran away from it! And ran in the water again and again out and again in and in and out and my heart was between my ears - will have a heart attack I will I know-I kept doing this mad run in and out of the water till I was exausted and my blood pressure was at dangerous levels.
The people that might have looked at the creazy dance might have thought -ah there is another lost one coming...- yes because India is really fully packed with lunatics...So I went to rest on a amack in a cozy beach restaurant, where I nearly immediately started to talk with two french men.

Jean Jacques and Nicolas.

Jean Jeacques (JJ) was resting on a amack next to mine and we started to talk about travels, he had been travelled all his life -quite long considering he is 58- and he still was travelling. His job was tourist guide and expert of the silk roads, he could speak for hours about magic places like Sammarkanda and Kirkistan and all central Asia, it was just too much of a pleasure to listen to him, and also the feeling that he could understand all that a life in constant travel can give you made me feel very very confortable with him. The sound of his voice also made me cozy and when we shared the opinions we had about Vietnam and vietnamese people then well I was sure I finally found someone I could talk with. But obviously he has been much more than that as I have been learning so much from our conversations that I can't wait till I see him again. (at the moment he is in Kazacstan but soon he will return to France)

Nicolas was next to him, a younger friend of JJ, he is 36 now,he was smiling very charmingly at all alive creatures around him, he had gentle seducing ways and bright smart blue eyes, it was a pleasure to watch him.
I found out he was a painter and that he had been painting for 9 years, after that he had been writing theater since he was 8 (!!) and that he was very active since he was in Gokarna. Well with him and JJ I spent a few days and I developped a very deep affection for the both.
Nicolas proposed to go with him to Varanasi and voila I definely said yes yes yes I want to go with him as he was horribly amusing and he made me crack from laughing everytime he decided. So as JJ had to be in Dehli we decided to leave the 3 of us in the same train, leave JJ in Dehli and go on to Varanasi.
Unfortunately trains in india are not that easy to book, so it was impossible to travel with JJ who left suddently leaving a big hole between me and Nicolas.

We stayed in Gokarna a few more days , when I met Nikil again, an indian guy I met in Hampy, he came to see me with the only purpose of showing me a METEORITE not far from the town.
He travelled 2 days from his home on his motorbike just to see me, he said he wanted to show me this thing in style, but his bike broke on the way and he had to do half of the trip on a bus, the poor guy, but he managed to rent a bike to go see the site which now I know how much it was worth to see. I still keep some stones of the metorite, amazing stuff!!
Nikil has turned out to be a good friend and a very intellingent and sensitive lad, and not at all interested in anything else then the sharing of opinions, smokes, and obviously fat laughs!
Currently he is organizing a trip to Thailand and i will see him here in Bkk.

But to go back to Nicolas we cought a train together and we started another advenure.
Varanasi.