<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:09:54.415-07:00</updated><category term='Bruce Lee devant l&apos;ile de Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Bike 'n rice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-6573372509959107754</id><published>2009-04-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:15:58.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..The end of Bike 'n rice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SdY2M-z_xzI/AAAAAAAAADI/A7dEiwlKgSQ/s1600-h/P2281355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SdY17LGY6hI/AAAAAAAAACo/ebIL_dD-4Ww/s320/P2221265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320499300492962322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SdY17C7s1yI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tbac0zLUnk8/s1600-h/P2211234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SdY17C7s1yI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tbac0zLUnk8/s320/P2211234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320499298300647202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SdY1LnWdSHI/AAAAAAAAACY/8w5slKXMqO0/s1600-h/P2211211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SdY1LnWdSHI/AAAAAAAAACY/8w5slKXMqO0/s320/P2211211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320498483442829426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's already been a month. I'm back in Montreal, after 4 months and 7500km on the bike. I did not write before as I just did not feel as I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; back. I still often feel like an outsider at home; I guess it's normal, considering I've certainly changed a bit over the last months. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanoi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night bus ride was, again, a phenomenon. We don't have sleeper buses at home but to give you an idea, it's like bunk beds in a bus. It's actually very comfortable and looks like you could have the nicest, deepest sleep and make the "night bus" experience a beauty sleep experience. Yeah right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had the brilliant idea to put a TV and play some good Vietnamese karaoke success songs in there until midnight! And they started it all again at 5h45, just before arriving in Hanoi. We were amazed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the next few days doing the museum marathon. The best was certainly the ethnology museum and don't miss it if you visit the Vietnamese capital. If most of the museums we visited in China, Laos and Cambodia offered not much but propaganda, the museums in Vietnam seemed more well taken care of. Of course, when you visit the Ho Chi Minh museum, it's another story but considering he spent his whole life trying to reunite his country and has a near-God status in the heart of Vietnamese people, I could understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rode towards Haiphong, the third largest city in Vietnam and the main harbor of the country. Leaving a capital city for another very big city, zipped through industrial compounds for 125km.. That evening, we met Jean and Genevieve, a Québécois couple on a South-East Asia bike ride for 6 months. We took the boat together for Cat Ba island, which was very quiet and enjoyed the best seafood hotpot ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then took a 2 days boat trip that took us around the islands of Cat Ba National Parc and then in the famous Ha Long bay. We shared the boat with Jean+Geneviève and Françoise Journe, a French photographer. Being on the sea with such a stunning scenery was very relaxing. We would have to take the plane back home in about a week and I just couldn't believe it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boat stopped for the night on a floating village with dogs (!). There was a karaoke machine, a few fishermen/sailors and rice wine.. so we ended up signing "My Heart will go on", feeling very connected with Celine, indeed. Karaoke is very serious in Asia and, strangely, seems to be mostly enjoyed by men. We even had the option to sing O Canada ( the national anthem) but figured all the fish trapped underneath the floating houses would probably die if we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping in a nice quiet place, away from the city lights and sounds was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next 2 days, we rode to the Chinese border, where we would have to catch a bus to Zhuhai. Being back in China was strange; it was a lot more quiet than Vietnam. The streets were large, the motorcycles almost completely disappeared and traffic was just more organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived two hours before the bus was leaving and took another sleeper bus with Karaoke music videos (!) and some Kung Fu films (!!). We were in Zhuhai it was 6h AM and enjoyed a good cantonese Congee on the street. I was feeling all weird; we were 1km away from Macau, where our bike journey started. We were completely lost the first time we arrived here, I was now feeling almost completely at home here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we phoned up Zealot Choi ( one of the Macanese cyclists we met on our first riding day). He is 25 years old and works in an Intensive Care Unit of Macau, as a nurse. And he likes his bikes. We had spoken to each other, maybe 5 minutes, 4 months ago. And yet, he had already arranged to find cardboard boxes at a bikeshop for us and, even if he was working night shifts, managed to take us around Macau for 3 days. This guy is a superhuman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look like a total wreck after a night of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took us to a series of local restaurants and we rode around the streets of Macau with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even did a casino tour with him! Macau is THE place for money laundering around China...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really enjoyed our Macanese visit. Zealot, be assured you'll get a royal treatment if you visit Montreal one day! Cyclists are great. Or maybe nurses are great?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zealot took us to the ferry terminal with our boxes with his mini van.Time to say googbye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a boat directly to HKG international airport. Then we found out our tickets had been upgraded to business class; for our 15 hour flight to Toronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not sleep much during the ride back home. I was still stunned by the generosity of our Macanese friend, the beauty of Asia, the contrasts between the cities and countryside, the perfect pace of traveling on a bike, all the people we met, all the faces we saw for the first and the last time. I truly enjoyed life on the bike and having my dad with me for 4 months, I think we learnt a lot from each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriving in Toronto was a slap in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hated it. Seeing how the city spreads endlessly, how people were loud, fat, white, rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tempted to get the credit card out of my pocket and pick another place to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in Montreal, Alexis and Pascale (his adorable girlfriend) picked us up. I was glad to see them. And I was glad to see all of my friends and family. It was strange to be back in my apartment and thinking I would sleep there every night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now back in my ER scrubs, as a full time employee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep on riding my bikes. I also pay frequent visits to Montreal's chinatown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's my way to avoid the unpleasant withdrawal from endorphins and MSG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So is it the end of Bike 'n Rice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tasted a way of traveling that is very intense and addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just get out there with your bicycle and see for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't see the world from behind a window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll feel the wind in your back or in your face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun hammering your head and the cold biting your toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of all you'll meet people that you'll never forget..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you on the road!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-6573372509959107754?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6573372509959107754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=6573372509959107754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/6573372509959107754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/6573372509959107754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-bike-n-rice.html' title='..The end of Bike &apos;n rice?'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SdY2M-z_xzI/AAAAAAAAADI/A7dEiwlKgSQ/s72-c/P2281355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-2905663698024478193</id><published>2009-02-14T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:56:39.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Sua Da!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeQvPVoU-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-fmhdusWSbQ/s1600-h/P2111149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302866227497554914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeQvPVoU-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-fmhdusWSbQ/s320/P2111149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeP9pZ-A0I/AAAAAAAAACI/8bn6cW6eRLk/s1600-h/P2111148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302865375501615938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeP9pZ-A0I/AAAAAAAAACI/8bn6cW6eRLk/s320/P2111148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeOTVuAA8I/AAAAAAAAACA/-b-9bgo3cqM/s1600-h/P2111145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302863549150790594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeOTVuAA8I/AAAAAAAAACA/-b-9bgo3cqM/s320/P2111145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeNcGstksI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PjmqmNUiFVo/s1600-h/P2081136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302862600226050754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeNcGstksI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PjmqmNUiFVo/s320/P2081136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, it's hot in Vietnam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we left Dalat, the temperatures seem to rise everyday, even if we are heading towards the North of the country. But we are not complaining..we know what March is like in Quebec! We even had some wind (Victoriaville-style *for Alx and Jerome, who certainly know what I'm talking about) and nice salty waves to cool us down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached Nha Trang, one of Vietnam's most popular beach, and enjoyed a day of reading under a palm tree and playing in the water, giving a real show with our cyclist suntans! appart from in Hong Kong, Jean did not remember the last time he had a swim in the sea. I had been looking forward to a day by the sea and was not disapointed; the scenery is gorgeous and we indulged in fresh seafood during our 2 days of rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then took a bus (no choice, the clock is ticking now..) to Hoi An, a city with colonial French buildings as well as japanese and chinese architecture. If you ignore the souvenir shops, it is truly amazing to see. Located on the coast, in the middle of the country, it once was an important place for trade. We took our bikes to get to Hue and had to climb a mountain pass (instead of taking the 7km tunnel!) and Jean said it looked quite like the West Coast. The road was quiet, pure bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Hue, we are taking another night bus to Hanoi. Having to depend on a bus is a real pain in the neck but, again, we have no choice. This trip is comming to an end in only 2 weeks and we have to get back to Hong Kong with something faster than our powerful legs! A French tourist even made this comment to Jean: "Vous avez des jambes de Tour de France, vous etes un vrai cycliste, ca se voit!". I did not have such nice comments for mine but there's till hope, I have good genetics for cyclist legs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hmmm, good egg with the foetus inside! I still prefer the avocado shake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-2905663698024478193?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2905663698024478193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=2905663698024478193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/2905663698024478193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/2905663698024478193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2009/02/cafe-sua-da.html' title='Cafe Sua Da!'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeQvPVoU-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-fmhdusWSbQ/s72-c/P2111149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-3664156986720291404</id><published>2009-02-05T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:19:37.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam, cycling on the 1A during Tet, caodai...and it's about time you meet Matt Blake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeHKFdByfI/AAAAAAAAABw/7ZuHIVPWzDY/s1600-h/P1301081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302855693584419314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeHKFdByfI/AAAAAAAAABw/7ZuHIVPWzDY/s320/P1301081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeGPUtjzsI/AAAAAAAAABo/RS3iCIak75k/s1600-h/P1180969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302854684068007618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeGPUtjzsI/AAAAAAAAABo/RS3iCIak75k/s320/P1180969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeEtWRQYZI/AAAAAAAAABg/FYU0EPh_Crc/s1600-h/P1301082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302853000858984850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeEtWRQYZI/AAAAAAAAABg/FYU0EPh_Crc/s320/P1301082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;We left Cambodia more than a week ago now and both felt sad to leave such a lovely country.. We hid in Phnom Penh during the Lunar New Year, or Tet, or the Chinese new Year, which is the big thing over here, in South East Asia (26th of January this year). It lasts for 2 weeks and a lot of shops and schools are closed during the first week. A lot of people travel in the few days before/after and the last place you'd want to be is on the road, in the middle of the sea of motorcycles. And obviously, we were there, riding our bikes in the middle of total chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the traffic had calmed down by the time we cycled into Vietnam, and that was a very good thing. Still, the small road we used to enter Vietnam was packed. Seriously packed!The bicycles seem to have vanished from this country, very sad indeed. So we navigated in the middle of some serious motorbike traffic, plus the buses, trucks and the usual farming tractors. At some point, Jean and I stopped on the side of the road to drink sweet coffee, just to get away from the constant noise. You get Cafe places every 100m or so, very handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Mekong delta, we crossed many bridges, saw a lot of floating villages and even had to take a ferry to cross the Mekong as it was very large and the bridge was under construction. It is a densely populated and also very lively part of Vietnam. I enjoyed it, Jean not so much..We took the main highway (1A) to get to Ho Chi Minh City and we had a decent shoulder to ride on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting thing about Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam is that when a road accident happens, they draw a little "crime scene" on the pavement. Often, you see the shapes of motorbikes or cars drawn on the tarmac. In vietnam, you see this every 1km..hmm. I scratched my head, thinking the trauma emergencies must be packed, just like at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Montreal, people here drive more slowly and, when fighting for your place on the pavement, you can exchange smiles or evil looks with motorbike drivers.. Car drivers at home are very happy to stay anonymous in their metal bunkers, doing whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In HCMC, we took 3 days of rest from the bikes and took a tour (!) to visit the caodai temple and Cu Chi Tunnels, which were not on our cycling way. The Caodai religion is this very strange mix of taoism, buddhism and catholicism. There are 3 saints in this religion; Sun Yat Sen, a Vietnamese which I can't remember the name now and Victor Hugo.. We attended their weird ritual and were off to the tunnels after. Yes, they are the tiny underground tunnels they had to enlarge for the fat tourists..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Blake...we met him in Vang Vieng, Laos (remember that drunken touristic place?) and kept him just for us ever since. We met a few cyclist on the way but he is our special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an English cyclist who left home to cycle around the world. He was 21 when he left (when I think of the 21 years old around me...not many are that brave!). He cycled across so many countries I could not name them all in the right order. We kind of chased him or was he chasing us (?) on the bike since that place in Laos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his curly hair, english sense of humor and bright blue eyes, we quickly got along and he did fit in well with Jean and I. I will not go in great details about his trip because it is all nicely written on his blog and on his website, which I both strongly suggest. He is also raising money to build a school in Africa (the last continent he will visit before going home) in partnership with SOS children village. It's his way to give back, to say thanks to all the smiling and generous people he met on his journey. Education, it's certainly a nice gift for the generations to come, especially in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his project certainly deserves a chunk of your next paycheck and if you have as much fun as I have, reading his epic tales, then don't be shy and splash some money for a very good cause. The MGH (Montreal General Hospital) ER will proudly sponsor you, Matt, when I start working again!*By the way, Matt absolutely refuses to visit Montreal, even if I can cook a Shepherd's pie and make icecream. I know, even if he is 22 now, he is still a silly young man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://project-bike.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://project-bike.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.projectbike.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.projectbike.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Matt in Phnom Penh, after 3 weeks of hide and seek on a bicycle in Laos, Thailand and Cambodia. It was a pleasure to be part (even if only for a short time) of your trip and we sincerely wish you all the best (tail winds, nice downhill rides on smooth roads, nice weather, nice people and a nice scenery, the usual cyclist heaven)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about work, I met an ex-colleague of mine in the streets of Saigon the other day. Nancy Carreireo with her beautiful smile and curly hair! She resigned from the ER 2 weeks before me, leaving for SE Asia and work in Australia afterwards. I couldn't believe it! It goes to show that this Emergency department has spread its tentacules everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in Dalat right now, enjoying the cool breeze of this city, 1500m above sea level. And then we will ride downhill to hit the coast (and the beach!), sipping down a delicious avocado shake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. My little brother Gabriel, is going to be a cyclist as well! He is leaving soon for Mexico and I just wanted to say that I am very proud of you Gabitibi, and I wish you all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! See you next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-3664156986720291404?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3664156986720291404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=3664156986720291404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/3664156986720291404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/3664156986720291404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2009/02/vietnam-cycling-on-1a-during-tet.html' title='Vietnam, cycling on the 1A during Tet, caodai...and it&apos;s about time you meet Matt Blake!'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SZeHKFdByfI/AAAAAAAAABw/7ZuHIVPWzDY/s72-c/P1301081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-8938426011579391549</id><published>2009-01-25T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:03:43.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Cambodge, capitale mondiale du monde en pyjama..</title><content type='html'>Ah bonjour a vous tous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous sommes a Phnom Penh, la capitale du Cambodge et on va bien. Le soleil tape fort ici et si le bronzage de cycliste se maintient, je vais faire serieusement rire de moi dans quelques jours, lorsque je vais aller m'amuser dans l'eau sur la cote Vietnamienne. On est presque rendus a 6000km maintenant c'est difficile d'arreter plus que 3 jours de suite parce que notre systeme est completement a besoin de sa ration quotidienne de coups de pedale. Je sais pas ce que je vais faire dans la sloch Montrealaise en revenant mais c'est le dernier de mes soucis pour l'instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre croisiere de 8 heures sur le Tonle Sap (un gros lac dans lequel le Mekong et une autre riviere se jettent) nous a fait decouvrir un autre monde; les villages flottants. Et c'est comique de voir la vie s'activer sur l'eau. Les ecoliers ont des petits canots pour se rendre a l'ecole, il y a meme une coure de recreation grillagee et les petits cambodgiens jouent au soccer comme des deschaines sans que le ballon se retrouve dans l'eau. Il y a aussi l'hopital flottant, la station service, le magasin, la porcherie (!!) flottante, c'est vraiment incroyable. L'eau est pleine de poissons, c'est ici que le pays puise 80% de son apport en proteines. J'en boirait pas une tasse part contre; lorsqu'on s'est arrete pour une pause-toilette dans le resto flottant, heu bien pas besoin de vous faire de dessin ou le pipi dore va..Desolee de detruire vos illusions de champ d'epuration elabore! Et les gens boivent l'eau du lac, evidemment. Il y a beaucoup de vegetation autour et sur le lac et on a vu des beaux oiseaux. Rendus de l'autre cote du lac, on a repris nos becanes apres une bonne nuit de sommeil pour se diriger vers Phnom Penh. On boit du jus de canne a sucre presse sur le bord de la route, un vrai drink de cycliste, pas mal meilleur que du Gatorade vert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah les beautes de l'Asie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Cambodge a quand meme sa particularite compare aux autres pays qu'on a visite; les femmes et les enfants (pas tous, mais quand meme une bonne gagne) se promenent en pyjama n'importe quand n'importe ou!Desfois avec des talons!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rencontre encore plus de cyclistes, dont 2 quebecois qui avaient une ferme bio et qui ont tout vendu pour partir en tandem a travers le monde. Ils ont une fille qui me ressemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demain on part en direction du Vietnam, on va s'amuser dans le delta du Mekong.&lt;br /&gt;A bientot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-8938426011579391549?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8938426011579391549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=8938426011579391549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/8938426011579391549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/8938426011579391549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/le-cambodge-capitale-mondiale-du-monde.html' title='Le Cambodge, capitale mondiale du monde en pyjama..'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-1677111744612547315</id><published>2009-01-20T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T04:02:17.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laos-Cambodia (and a shortcut through Thailand)!</title><content type='html'>The beauty of this trip resides in the freedom of riding a bicycle and being able to change plans when we feel like it. First of all, we were convinced we would not have enough time to come to Cambodia and second, the idea of paying a little visit to the Thais had not even crossed our minds before. But here we are, in Siem Reap Cambodia, very happy about our decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a rest from the hills in Southern Laos, it was flat but also windy. The road we took followed the mighty Mekong but we were, for most of the time, always a few kilometers away from the river and saw more dry rice fields than anything. Vientiane was fun place to stop; we visited the war museum and met up again with some other cyclists we had met in the North of the country. For those of you who think we are away for a long time, we were the poor ones with the shortest trip and all the others had the pleasure to cycle from 6 months to 5 years!They are a great bunch and I find it's always a pleasure to listen to their stories. More travel ideas for the years to come! We also came very close to participate in a cycling event in Vientiane, a bicycle race with mountain, road and timetrial categories. And for both men and women! I would have tried my best but we were out of time on our visa so we did not participate.There is an interesting building in the city called Patouxay, which is inspired by the Arc de Triomphe, and it is made with concrete that was originally donated by the USA to build a runway for the airport(!). It's the place where the cycling race started\ended. It's funny to see all those very strange colonial references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time in Laos; the people are just very friendly and the countryside offers superb scenery. We crossed over to Thailand as our visa was running out and with a day where we got lost ( yes, we did manage to do that in a country that has just about a handful of roads!) we decided to take a shortcut to reach Siem Reap, in the North west of Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only spent 2 nights in Thailand, but that was just enough to have a taste of the country's world class roads and of the delicious Thai food. I'll have to go back there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we crossed to Cambodia was very strange. There is a filthy rich casino resort on the Cambodian side and then a few hundred meters of pavement and BANG, dirt roads! Mentally prepared for the famously destroyed cambodian road network, we went through the first 120km of dirt road without much trouble other than being covered with dust at the end of the day. Then we reached one of the country's main road to reach Siem Reap and that was more of a cowboy experience. A good section of it was just very bumpy and dusty roadwork. It seemed to have been like this for a good while; the government perhaps just does not have the money or is too corrupted to finish the roads properly. So I arrived in Siem Reap, home of the famous Angkor temples, just covered with a thick layer of dust that accumulated over my layers of sunscreen.I was surprised the guesthouse accepted us, we were just so dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countryside in Cambodia is beautiful but also very heavily mined (land mines) .. The old people also speak French very well, we spoke french 4 times in the first 2 days in some very remote places, that was odd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean bought an hard boiled egg with a foetus inside, even if he was very hungry he did not eat it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll take a boat tomorrow to cross the Tonle Sap, a huge lake full of fish, birds and crocodiles!&lt;br /&gt;A la prochaine&lt;br /&gt;Have a good minus 30 degrees!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-1677111744612547315?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1677111744612547315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=1677111744612547315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/1677111744612547315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/1677111744612547315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/laos-cambodia-and-shortcut-through.html' title='Laos-Cambodia (and a shortcut through Thailand)!'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-4367151007992469551</id><published>2009-01-03T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:54:14.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Laos to Vientiane</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;We are writing from Vientiane, the first capital city we have visited so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Luang Namtha, we cycled through very nice mountains and managed to climb devilish hills. The gradient of the road here is not as gentle as in China and we had our share of 20 % climbs. Laos is not very populous, nor particularly rich, we did not come across many guesthouses or restaurants in the 500km loop we did in the mountains. So we sometimes had to cycle long days in a hilly terrain and carry enough food to keep going throughout the day. We ate sticky rice by the kilo! That was the best cyclist food we could get a hold on. I have to admit that this region of the world is a real paradise for cyclists who like serious climbs and mindblowing descents, in a fantastic scenery without much cars. The people are also very enthusiastic about seeing cyclist falangs (strangers) and children rush towards us shouting "sabai di" as we cycle through their villages, often a handful of bamboo huts with farm animals running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of Asia's poorest country and children, especially, are not always healthy-looking, mostly from food deprivation. The mountains offer little space to grow anything and they can seldom rely on fishing for protein. Often, children would use slingshots to kill wild birds or wander around in the woods to grab anything crawling on the ground. Thay also have no toys, a couple of times, I made a distribution of colorful origami birds, it's easy to make and doesn't take much space in my luggage. And the children looked very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laos has very interesting sights, the Plain of Jars being one of them. Located in Phonsavan, this site is very misterious, huge granite jars have been carved in the middle of nowhere and their use has not been quite understood yet. Some archeologists think they were used as burrial containers, some other believe it was used to make rice wine (!).  Going down south towards Vientiane, we stopped in Vang Vieng, a very weird touristic place where young foreiners get hammered while drifting on the river on tubes. They also sip down marijuana shakes while watching numerous episodes of Friends, looking like brainwashed zoombies. It was a pityful sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The markets, on the other hand, were absolutely surprising, we saw things there that we never thought of eating.&lt;br /&gt;-baby birds&lt;br /&gt;-flying squirrels&lt;br /&gt;-water rats&lt;br /&gt;-dried rats&lt;br /&gt;-white worms&lt;br /&gt;-bats&lt;br /&gt;-eggs with embryos&lt;br /&gt;-cat stew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too effraid to get overweight so I did try any of them. My brother Alexis however, would certainly be delighted to try them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now half way through this whole bicycle adventure, here are some numbers:&lt;br /&gt;4200km cycled&lt;br /&gt;43 days of cycling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tire punctures:&lt;br /&gt;Jean:4&lt;br /&gt;Francoise:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falls:&lt;br /&gt;Jean:1&lt;br /&gt;Francoise:1&lt;br /&gt;(with minor scratch and cuts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest day: 140km in the mountains (8 hours on the saddle)&lt;br /&gt;Shortest day: 32km (3 hours in rain and steep climbs, we called it a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to follow the mighty Mekong down to Cambodia and visit its southern Vietnamese delta before going back up north. So far, cycling has been a lot of good fun and we don't envy backpackers at all! I think we are now condemned to travel this way for the rest of our lives! Which feels great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to you next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-4367151007992469551?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4367151007992469551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=4367151007992469551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/4367151007992469551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/4367151007992469551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2009/01/northern-laos-to-vientiane.html' title='Northern Laos to Vientiane'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-3345029120736794327</id><published>2008-12-19T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:17:53.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Laos de chien (joke de Jean)</title><content type='html'>Sabai di,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et oui, on a traverse la frontiere qui separe la Chine et le Laos hier.Tout s'est deroule de facon relax, on est au Laos apres tout. Nous vous ecrivons de Luang Namtha, une petite ville assez touristique du Nord du pays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La fin de notre premier segment en Chine s'est deroule dans un decor tropical impressionnant. Les jardins botaniques que nous avons visite etaient remplis de palmiers, bambous, fleurs tropicales, arbres a latex, orchidees, banians, lianes...Le mercure se tient autour de 25 degres le jour. juste parfait. La route est belle et passe dans le parc du Xishuangbanna, une reserve naturelle qui compte un couvert forestier tropical intact, tres rare en Chine. Une journee complete sans voir aucun vehicule, ca aussi c'est tres rare en Chine! Nous avons pris l'ancienne route, beaucoup plus divertissante que le nouvel Highway, mais qui comptait 3 cols a gravir. Nous avons meme vu des singes dans les arbres et beaucoup d'oiseaux nous ont fait un beau concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La trame sonore chinoise de personnes qui crachent, crient, tracteurs chinois, motos, musique dance, klaxons, speakers de vendeurs ambulants est maintenant derriere nous. Le Laos est un pays ou regne le calme. Parmi nos decouvertes culinaires chinoises, on peut ajouter a notre liste la soupe de nouilles a l'estomac, les brochettes de chien (un delice), les oeufs cuits dans le the/bouillon, les pousses de pois mange-tout (oui, la plante) et les jeunes feuilles  de concombre, la soupe de couenne de porc (la preferee de Jean, mon papa musulman). Rouler dans les plantations de divers fruits tropicaux a aussi de bons cotes, dans le sens de bouffe! S'arreter pour mordre dans une papaye, ananas, fruits de la passion, mangue..fraichement cueillis bien entendu, c'est vraiment plaisant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca nous a fait de la peine de quitter la Chine, c'est un pays fou! Mais heureusement, on va y retourner vers la fin du voyage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Laos! C'est un pays qu'on va decouvrir dans le prochain mois. A commencer par une boucle dans le Nord-Est, environ 500km dans les montagnes ( Oui, on aime les cotes, on en redemande) et ensuite nous ferons route vers le sud et Vientiane, la capitale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour l'instant, on vous laisse aux preparations des fetes, on vous souhaite bonne dinde, nous on file manger du poulet grille (Ping Kai) et du riz collant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-3345029120736794327?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3345029120736794327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=3345029120736794327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/3345029120736794327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/3345029120736794327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-laos-de-chien-joke-de-jean.html' title='Le Laos de chien (joke de Jean)'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-7598847728681812611</id><published>2008-12-12T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:48:54.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From freezing Dali to tropical Jinghong</title><content type='html'>Hi, dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel like we are in a totally different country here, in Xishuangbanna! And we have not crossed any borders yet! Yunnan province is not only huge, it holds a wide range of climates and landscapes; from the entrance of Tibetan Plateau to Rainforest. The rest we had in Dali gave us plenty of energy to pedal in mountains. The thick morning fog means we have to put the warm clothes on but as soon as it clears out, short sleeves are a must. We cycled in roads in various quality; from silk-smooth to harsh cobble stone pavement. Or sometimes no pavement at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days after Dali, we started climbing on a heavy duty road, very well built and on the top of the pass, we sometimes had to cross tunnels, the longest was 2,6 km. It can be sunny on one end and foggy on the other! Our efforts were highly rewarded with downhill slopes ,25km long! We reached a small city and had our passeports checked by the police. Myanmar/Burma is only a few km away and taking the wrong road can make you cross the boarders and get you in trouble afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we waived goodbye to the police officers, the road went from perfect tarmac to perfect hell! Construction works, dust, mud, cobblestone, you name it! With road bikes, it is no easy business to go through bumps and potholes. When going uphill, our top speed is 8km/h, and going downhill with a reasonable control on the bike, you hardly reach 10km/h! We managed to cycle 100km in these conditions in one day but as the sun goes down, the last thing you want is to meet a truck in the dark. We found a trucker motel and spent the night there after a real feast of handmade sausages, eggplant and tomato omelette. The day after was not easier and we climbed 2 other passes in damn cobblestone roads. We reached Lancang (it is also the Chinese name for the Mekong River) and inquired on the state of the roads for the next days; cobble again! We decided to try the bus, and it turned out to be the most cleaver decision! The road is under major construction work and even the 5 hours bus ride was bumpy enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can admit that there is sometimes a certain amount of suffering on the bike and most of the time, I can deal with it. But cobblestone roads are the summum of pain in the %^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;. Even my dad, a strong guy who knows no pain was happy to do that harsh 150km on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now in beautiful Jinghong, surrounded by plains irrigated by the Mekong. Fields with luxuriant crops are enormous. Everything seems to grow here; bananas, tea, grapes, rice, papaya...The mandarin caracters are now accompanied by their Lao counterpart and the Lao architecture is more present. We are only 300km by road  from the Lao border and will probably spend Christmas and New Year in Laos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 days cycling&lt;br /&gt;2650km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish everyone a peaceful time for the coming holidays. Take the time to get outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsai Tien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-7598847728681812611?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7598847728681812611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=7598847728681812611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/7598847728681812611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/7598847728681812611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-freezing-dali-to-tropical-jinghong.html' title='From freezing Dali to tropical Jinghong'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-2363977263727708075</id><published>2008-12-03T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T05:11:11.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dali-Yunnan province</title><content type='html'>With roughly a month behind us now, we have cycled more than 2000km in China and crossed 3 provinces before Yunnan, where we are planning to cycle another 1000km to Laos. From the thick morning fog, we are now navigating under a bright and warm sun. It feels good to wear my short sleeves again and the very attractive cyclist suntan will soon be back. We are now in Ancient Dali, a 'small' town (we are in China , all proportions are distorted) squeezed between 4000m mountains and Erhai lake, the 7th biggest in China. The scenery is really beautiful and we are stopping in the middle of that postcard landscape for 3 days, before embarking into a loop in South-West Yunnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, the roads are more roller-coaster like and the pavement is more battered. The hairpin bends gave us a good fright when my dad drifted on wet muddy pavement going downhill at a good speed. Nothing broken. We are more cautious now and try to avoid breaking speed records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first encounters with policemen in small hotels. You can sleep in any hotel you want in China, no matter how expensive or not, the tenants have to report Aliens to the police authorities within 24 hours. Some hotels off the tourist circuit are rather inexperienced with the whole procedure, which led to various discussions in mandarin, knocks on the door in the middle of the night and police visits to make sure we were within the rules. Everything ended with smiles, and tired mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our apetite could rival the one of a pregnant women and of a lumberjack combined. Miscommunications sometimes led to extra food on the table, which did not really matter after all the kilometers and hills we cycled. China's cuisine is one of the most diversified we have tasted so far and each meal is a new discovery. The muslim hand-pulled noodles, lamb kebab, tofu stew, dried fried fish and various meat hotpots are only a sample of our sacred cyclist meals. If we sometimes feel tired, it's not because we're food deprived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hability to communicate is now extended to saying a few numbers. We are slowly getting there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsai Tien!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-2363977263727708075?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2363977263727708075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=2363977263727708075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/2363977263727708075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/2363977263727708075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/dali-yunnan-province.html' title='Dali-Yunnan province'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-322682503896738070</id><published>2008-11-28T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:45:43.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilin-Kunming!</title><content type='html'>Bonjour a vous tous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous sommes maintenant a Kunming, la capitale du Yunnan...&lt;br /&gt;1550km en 18 jours de velo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Guilin, le dernier endroit ou on vous a ecrit. La temperature a ete plutot maussade. Notre premiere journee de velo nous a fait suer dans le Dragon Backbone Rice Terraces; une longue montee, suivie d'une longue descente. Les paysages de cette region nous font beaucoup penser au Nepal. Les gens sont tres accueillants et beaucoup nous saluent en chemin. La minorite ethnique Dong est ici en majorite et beaucoup de gens portent le costume traditionel, tres colore, et une coiffe en tissus blanc. Les femmes ou les hommes portent les bebes sur leur dos, dans un porte-bebe tres colore. La route est assez valloneuse et suit une riviere entre les montagnes. L'humidite du matin fait en sorte qu'on dirait que les montagnes fument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La seule journee ou le soleil s'est enfin montre, notre si belle route est devenue un chantier de construction plein de boue et de trous. La route nationale etait en pleine construction et nous avons suivi un convoi routier de bus et camions de materiaux pendant 110km!!! J'ai sorti mes plus beaux mots d'eglise ce jour la! Il fallait tellement etre concentres sur ou mettre ses roues qu'on pouvait a peine jeter un coup d'oeil sur le beau paysage. Je pensais jamais rever a du beau pave neuf dans la vie. Mes "prieres" ont porte fruit, le lendemain,la route est redevenue comme elle etait; en belle asphatte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a ensuite eu droit a de la pluie. Il faut dire que la temperature plus fraiche (5-10 degres) fait que rouler dans l'eau est vraiment glacial, sans compter que nos velos deviennent vite couverts de boue et rend la tache difficile lorsqu'on veut monter nos velos dans la chambre d'hotel! On a utilise le car wash pour enlever le plus gros. On a fait des distances plus courtes avant d'arriver a Guyang car la route est assez montagneuse et nos jambes menquent parfois d'energie. Une journee de conge en 18 jours de velo, c'est pas assez et on va essayer de se reposer plus longtemps a Kunming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En route, mon velo s'est aussi mis a faire des bruits qui nous ont donne des sueurs froides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des la premiere journee de velo du voyage, j'ai du revisser le pedalier(!) car j'etais entrain de le perdre. Le probleme etait regle jusqu'a ce que mon velo se remette a faire des bruits de souffrance a chaque fois que je mettais un peu de tension dans les pedales, ce qui arrive tres souvent en terrain montagneux. Apres inspection, les roulements etaient lousses. Heureusement que mon papa est debrouillard en mechanique! Il s'est leve dans la nuit pour essayer d'arranger mon pedalier, qui marche maintenant normalement. J'ai aussi prononce quelques mots d'eglise en pensant a mon reparateur de velo qui, apparament, avait tout verifie et graisse mon pedalier avant le depart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avant d'arriver a Guyang, nous avons rencontre 2 cyclo touristes chinois de mon age et avons roule ensemble jusqu'a la capitale du Guizhou. Voyager avec des Chinois qui parlent anglais facilite beaucoup la tache et ils nous ont rendu un enorme service en nous aidant a mettre nos velos sur le train pour aller a Kunming. C'est toujours assez stressant de voir sa becane disparaitre derriere des portes sans trop savoir si on va la revoir un jour dans un meme morceau. Surtout que le service des bagages ne pouvait pas garantir que les velos allaient prendre le meme train que nous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le train Guyang-Kunming que nous avons pris couvre 600km en 12 heures pendant la nuit. Et nos velos etaient a l'autre bout, sans meme une egratignure. Nous sommes donc a Kunming, il fait frais mais soleil; les chinois l'appellent la ville du printemps. Notre prochaine etape dans le Yunnan nous donnera la chance de tester nos petites vitesses dans de nombreux equivalents Chinois du mont Ventoux! Nous prevoyons faire une boucle d'environ 1500km&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-322682503896738070?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/322682503896738070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=322682503896738070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/322682503896738070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/322682503896738070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/guilin-kunming.html' title='Guilin-Kunming!'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-1672199844778149181</id><published>2008-11-16T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:58:12.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos..</title><content type='html'>We have been successfull for uploading a few pictures on Facebook, sorry for the non-users! You can add me as a friend to see the spectacular landscapes of China...Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-1672199844778149181?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1672199844778149181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=1672199844778149181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/1672199844778149181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/1672199844778149181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos.html' title='Photos..'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-4545150289474127241</id><published>2008-11-16T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:37:51.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau-Guilin, and life on the bike!</title><content type='html'>First of all thanks for the encouragements! It feels great to get emails from the other side of the planet! I hope the cold of November is not to bad...anyways here are some news from fantastic China to cheer you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are taking our first day off cycling since we left Macau (850 km in 9 days) and I must say the timing is good because it's also the first day of rain we've had so far. We have left the humongous highways and the road is more quiet now. The ecclectic mix of buses, trucks, scooters and various overloaded farming carts are still following us along the way, spitting their thick black fumes into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the flatlands in Whuzou and climbed up steep hills in a beautifull scenery. The coutryside is busy with the rice harvesting season. My dad wishes he could have one of the hills like the ones surrounding Guilin in his backyard, for rock climbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality of the roads is surprisingly good and the day before we arrived to Yangshuo, I almost had to pinch myself: the road was like silk, no wind and the beautiful karst scenery all around us. The Chinese cities are bustling with construction work, large shopping avenues, stalls full of scooter parts, household goods, clothing garments, food... China is very dynamic. There are a lot of kids and babies and the elderly often look after them while the parents are at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's serious business when you travel by bike. And when the time comes, every meal is like a new adventure. Often, we just don't have a clue of what's in the plate or if the cook understood our order. The result is somewhat interesting and almost always delicious. So far, we have tasted things that we would perhaps not tried if we had known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pigs knuckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fish skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pigeon heads soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chicken feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Intestines/very thick veins (we are still debating on the origin of the thing..) hotpot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweets are great and often made of sweetened kidney bean paste. In Guandong, we mostly survived on noodle soup, bought in small backalley stalls. The won ton here has nothing to do with kleenex soup, let me tell you. The Guanxi province includes more rice in the dishes and we had an enormous lamb chinese fondue shich, after a long cycling day, tasted like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will leave tomorrow towards Longshen , in the Dragon Backbone rice terraces. Many hills ahead to climb in a rugged terrain. The next main city ahead is Guyan, the capital of Guizhou in about 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our legs and bikes are doing fine for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni hao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-4545150289474127241?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4545150289474127241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=4545150289474127241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/4545150289474127241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/4545150289474127241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/macau-guilin-and-life-on-bike.html' title='Macau-Guilin, and life on the bike!'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-4335297795457488009</id><published>2008-11-09T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:39:41.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>China! and a miracle from Macau</title><content type='html'>Our trip since Hong Kong has been very interesting. We reached Macau by ferry and took the bikes for the first time since we arrived. We rode british-style in the ex-portuguese colony and experienced the asian traffic. This city is realy strange; a mixture of kitsh Vegas casinos and portuguese ruins and architecture..and people are Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we navigated through the Chinese border of Zhuai and managed to get lost in the turmoil of that ugly place! The roads are like giant highways and we felt as we were riding on Montreal's metropolitan hwy. Finally, a policemen directed us towards a road that seemed like the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was dreaming when we saw a cycling club from Macau. They were about 17 cycling gods riding in the same direction as us! They were very well equipped and organized. With them, we took over a full lane on the highway! That was just plain glorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined them for lunch and they generously invited us to the hotel they were heading to. Around big Chinese cities, quiet country roads are scarce and it means you have to ride on the highway for training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had supper together and as some of them were fluent in English, we brished up our Chinese and learnt more about the good manners in this part of the world. They were a great group and we will bring them along with us in our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the Chinese computer I am using is working very well but I am unable to read the mandarin caracters...So no picture of our great macanese/canadian super cycling team for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-4335297795457488009?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4335297795457488009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=4335297795457488009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/4335297795457488009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/4335297795457488009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/china-and-miracle-from-macau.html' title='China! and a miracle from Macau'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-8681039962020609589</id><published>2008-11-05T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:37:49.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Lee devant l&apos;ile de Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Ma nouvelle ville adoptive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SRJxY1duM1I/AAAAAAAAABI/h13HFHV6ZWw/s1600-h/PB020021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265395585832072018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SRJxY1duM1I/AAAAAAAAABI/h13HFHV6ZWw/s320/PB020021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonjour a tous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on est arrives en un morceau,les velos aussi. La ride en avion s'est bien passee, 15 heures c'est quand meme long... Il fait pas mal chaud ici (30 degres) et humide (90 %) mais on s'amuse beaucoup. Le passe colonial Anglais est vraiment present partout et c'est interessant de retrouver une ville asiatique totalement organisee et propre. Le transport public en traversier est particulierement pratique et nous a fait decouvrir les iles de l'archipel de Hong Kong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'ai de la difficulte a trouver des defauts a cette ville, en fait. Et je me verrais tres bien demenager ici...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On s'est sauce dans la mer de Chine lors d'une visite de l'ile Llama et demain on se prepare pour Macau, une ville qui a deja ete occupee par les Portuguais. Le trajet se fera par bateau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les gens sont tres sympathiques et assez relax, compte tenu que l'equivalent de la population du quebec vit dans un territoire environ grand comme l'ile de Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai hate d'enfourcher mon velo et de vous reecrire en direct de la Chine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-8681039962020609589?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8681039962020609589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=8681039962020609589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/8681039962020609589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/8681039962020609589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2008/11/ma-nouvelle-ville-adoptive.html' title='Ma nouvelle ville adoptive'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SRJxY1duM1I/AAAAAAAAABI/h13HFHV6ZWw/s72-c/PB020021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-7259738873761269203</id><published>2008-10-30T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:13:22.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong, here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SQqAggNuTjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qFHalDoIfdk/s1600-h/PA290202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SQqAggNuTjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qFHalDoIfdk/s320/PA290202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263160410427510322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents arrived today.&lt;div&gt;My bike is packed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My very long list of bike stuff and the not so long list of clothes is all gathered in my living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pile looks reasonably small. But I still hope I didn't miss out on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;«Everything is made in China anyway!»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is still hope if I did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a very Ultimate supper with a few friends, tomorrow will be the time to say goodbye to my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-7259738873761269203?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7259738873761269203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=7259738873761269203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/7259738873761269203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/7259738873761269203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2008/10/hong-kong-here-i-come.html' title='Hong Kong, here I come!'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SQqAggNuTjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qFHalDoIfdk/s72-c/PA290202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690894233614219992.post-7115746558156746184</id><published>2008-10-06T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:31:36.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minus 25 days</title><content type='html'>By general request, I will be posting here bits and pieces of what will certainly be a most epic bicycle ride: my dad and I will be pedaling our way through fabulous China, Laos Cambodia and Vietnam for 4 months. Posts will sporadically be made in French English or both or maybe even in chinese. You'll also be able to follow us as our legs muscles get bigger or dirtier as we might include photos once in a while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690894233614219992-7115746558156746184?l=bikenrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7115746558156746184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690894233614219992&amp;postID=7115746558156746184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/7115746558156746184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690894233614219992/posts/default/7115746558156746184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bikenrice.blogspot.com/2008/10/minus-25-days.html' title='Minus 25 days'/><author><name>Françoise Legault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170865730171202461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8uzkPix5cM/SOqJkI68vcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tOHsLNL1Lq0/S220/Photo+16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
