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Perth - Australia-02

After a month in Geraldton, it’s hard to leave and I’m a bit sad.
I’ve left the farm on a Wednesday morning, I had an appointment in Perth with the Indian embassy to get my visa before the weekend, a flight on Sunday evening and a free ride to Perth with Kevin, a farmer from Geraldton in his sixties who has to go to visit her daughter who had just given birth.

The conversation has been funny and difficult, he was speaking with a strong accent and I had to ask him to repeat everything at least twice.

In Perth, I’ve stopped a day with Ashley, a couchsurfer I’ve contacted a couple of days before.
I’ve arrived quite early in the afternoon and he proposed to go explore the city by bike, just to spend the afternoon. We find ourselves doing 30 km from Yokine to South Perh and return between uphills and downhills.
Perth is beautiful, clean and green but it’s not flat at all and it was a great challenge.
I admit I’m happy to have survived.

And after a morning with Maia, who I had not seen since the workshop of permaculture in Nimbin , I moved to John’s house.
John has a project of sustainable urban agriculture and it’s nice to see permaculture from another point of view .
There are various people that come in and out of the house but the only one with whom I interact a bit is Thomas, a French theatrical producer, and writer who is wandering around the world .
We have spent a few days in Perth, exploring the city and looking for cheap clothes for his new job as a waiter .
On Sunday morning, John brings us to a demonstration on the beach for the rights of aboriginal people of which is a promoter.
We create, thanks to some hand-shapes objects , colored in yellow , red and black , the colors of the Aboriginal people , the word ” kaya” that means hello in aboriginal language.
And in the evening, a bus took me to the airport, leaving Australia after three wonderful months.

I’ve my heart full of this experience, new people in my life, so many things I’ve learned, so many opportunities exploited.
I will miss Australia a lot. But it is time to explore Asia .


Burning seed


It’s hard to explain what the Burning Seed has been for me. 

You should be able to explain a parallel world, made of unconditional love and sharing, art and loud music, personal expression, and soul searching.
A week in the Matong forest.
On the first day, when the camps are not yet installed.
Choosing a random place to park the van, among the trees but not too far from everything. And find ourselves surrounded by wonderful neighbours.

And see the magic that begins.

People coming from other worlds, meeting here, barefoot and colourful. And feeling part of a family. Being part of a big family.

The burn is walking barefoot in the grass with your favorite cup in hand, it’s hugging every person you meet.
It’s finding yourself dancing like a crazy at the Trash Mansion, with too much ginger beer in the body.
It’s receiving an invitation for a wedding at the temple. The most beautiful ceremony we’ve ever seen.
It’s getting inside the Tea House, smelling the different teas, sitting on the ground, reading books, chatting with strangers, exchanging souls.
It’s the search for the artist in all of us .
It’s a unicorn in the middle of the path, is exploring the stories of the people, sharing moments and experiences.
It’s juggling and massaging and wondering what rhymes with purple and turtle.
It’s to meet at 2pm at the Red Earth City Brewery to taste the beer of Ben.
It is stopping to chat with a stranger and decide to go along with a tarot card reading and then meet someone else along the way that offers you something to eat and decide to go all together to drink cucumber cocktail at the Mint Club.

And above all, it’s the fire and running around the campfire and exchange hugs and kisses.
It’s to write words on the wood of the temple and then see it burn, let everything go away. Moved, perhaps.
It’s drunk yoga in the morning, rolling on the ground, magic shows, guitar, and songs.
It’s a night of kiss kiss and bang bang and getting lost.
It’s a day of relaxation that becomes body paint and alcohol and beer and finding yourself married within five minutes and divorce without consummate the marriage.
It is the last night of stars and frogs, in a few around the last campfire, talking about the universe and the theory of relativity.

And above all, it’s the knowledge that I will never look at the world with the same eyes.
More aware, I’ve left pieces of my heart in that forest.
My eyes are bigger, my heart more open, my soul continues to fly.
Thank you Burn for all that you have represented, for what you’ve been.
Thanks family. Thanks home.
.. and I think to myself .. what a wonderful world ..


Geraldton – Drylands permaculture farm


The Drylands foundation is a permaculture project in semi-arid climate, in Geraldton, 400 km north from Perth in Western Australia and it is run by Julie, the creator of the project, and John .

As first thing, I wanted to ask Julie if she could teach me something about bees. I haven’t even had time to ask: one of the first things she said to me, just when I arrived, was – the hives are full, do you wanna give me a hand to empty them ? –
And so I’ve discovered the secret life of bees and I’ve fallen in love with them, their society, the way they reproduce, the uselessness of the male who sits there all day doing nothing, waiting for a queen to be fertilized.

I’ve learned how to collect honey, remove the layer of wax and let it drip nectar, or eat it like chewing gum, sucking the honey and chewing the wax.
I have learned to separate the honey from the cells, I learned that if a bee stings you must immediately put honey on the sting. And it works, despite the pain my two bites didn’t even swollen.

On the field there are a lot of animals, chickens, some roosters to sacrifice, geese, two emus (one of them really cuddly), a cat and many bobtail lizards, my new favorite lizard.
In the middle of my staying two new volunteers arrived: Alex , australian and Fleur, belgian, together we harvested tomatoes, learned to save seeds. We cooked. A lot. We grounded wheat to make flour, used our own vegetables, used the solar oven, prepared the dough with the eggs of the ducks. We learned to dry the leaves of henna and I taught them the absurd mix  that I usually use in my head (henna, olive oil-or coconut oil or almond oil-, yogurt, black tea), we spent our Friday night with a head full of mud and female chitchat.
We learned how to prepare orders for the sale of seeds, that is the main activities of the project .
We’ve learned to dig under the sun, to change some pipes, we swam in the ocean, we have prepared a banquet for the market and sold honey, eggs, seeds and stevia plants and drumstick trees .
We have learned to recognize the different ways wild plants germinate and produce seeds, and how to collect them.
We have helped to prepare the ground for a workshop on seedsaving and walked into the wild to see the plants in their natural environment.

So three fantastic weeks where I felt at home, in an environment that, I know, is what I would like to have around me one day. A truly inspirational project that made me understand a little better what my goal is.
I leave a little bit sad thinking that I have to leave this little oasis of paradise, but happy for what I have experienced and with the desire to get back on the road .