Morning, heat and dogs... I guess everyone was willing for a shower, but this was just not a good idea cause after we all went to the beach! Anyway some leftovers and then we all stuck in the van, make some photo shots, and we stop by a gas station... Ok here we are, Tijuana and sunlight, a cop with a Tommy gun, pick-ups and Mexican music... I feel very comfortable in Tijuana, it's like a mess in which everyone knows what to do, a kind of organised mess... And i just like the color of the houses and buildings, it's like partying at every corner... We're driving till the beach and landscape remind me of From Dusk Till Dawn and the final scene... 

We're told that we're going to a secret beach... We're on a cliff and we can see the non secret beach and people just parked their cars on, it looks crazy!

I noticed there is something big flying above water and then it dives, it's a pelican! This is the very first time i see a pelican, I think this is very awesome, just the right definition of awesome, but i may be the only one excited about the bird...

We have to climb down to penetrate a creek, and i'm not very good at climbing down my ankle is weak and my legs are fucked up, i reaise i'm getting old and worn, too bad...

First swim in the Pacific, it's cold but refreshing, waves are big and Nicolas is very talented at swimming in the waves, of course he is a surfer... I realise that there could be sharks and i'm afraid of that even when i swim in the mediterranean sea...

It's time to go back and the people that played football in the creek stopped the game and there is this guy fighting or dancong in the waves, I doubt he's on drugs, we would never know...

I'm better at climbing (up), and we can make joke about a gap that Nicolas decide to be the San Andreas Fracture, we jump over and call it again the Reef, for this moment this is one of the best i've ever heard, seriously! I make a comparison between Nicolas and watching The Simpsons and we're stuck in the van again...

We're driving back to Coco & Taffies house, there we get the shirts for the tour, "awesome"!

We decide to go at Maladie's reaharsal house, cause we need to check the equipment, there i just drink some beers and try to play basket ball but I'm not a winner, after maladie practiced we met Sergio. He's Fernando's brother and seem to be very nice, we have to move away, we'll see him at the show...

We decide to go downtown for a pizza... And it's very good, vegan pizza with a lot of vegetable, tasty and there is salsa mix... Efren and Clément start their hot salsa tour context, but Efren is just too good... Nicolas and I just keep on beers so that we decide to get some more for the show...

It's time to stop at Coco & Tafie's house, René, Fernando and Isaac live here and Efren, his girlfriend and Sosa cooked us delicious food... Ok i must confess it was hot, very hot, very spicy but still good but i just did not expect so much violence in my burrito!! Anyway it's very helpful and we have some beers to spare! It's almost midnight but I feel like talking and these people are very nice... After few drinks my body just call to crash in a bed! I climb upstairs and get one, very good, and the night is fresh enough! I remember Nicolas and Romain being afraid of sleeping upstairs cause they saw a big spider there, I tell them it's gone and that there is no risk for the night! Everyone starts to sleep in the house, and this night in Tijuana appears to be very quiet...

To the mall

We did exchange names, we already knew about their faces thanks to internet but it's good to feel it for real... But we just cannot realise what's happening right now, and we don't want to... we pack everything in the van, we take our seats and watch Gilberto getting lost in LA! Actually we did not even notice we were lost cause this is city we don't belong to, and we know nothing about, and it's only question of neonlights and stores, food and gasoline, Nicolas and I start to feel disgust for LA!

And the freeway... 8 lanes, too many cars, and we're so tired, the others fall asleep, i talk a bit with fernando and then i fall asleep too, but we're reaching San Diego and we must stop to buy sleeping bags... We stop at Wall Mart, the American dream! You can almost buy everything there... We get our sleeping bags and some drinks, and we're on the way to Tijuana... Excellent driver!

We get to the border, notice the wall of shame and have a green light but a customer ask us to stop, but it only takes few seconds and we're in Tijuana, but it's night so we'll see more of the city tomorrow

This city has no end

We got boarding pass after half an hour or maybe more... We feel late, but i'm the only one running, I just wonder about Nicolas, he may think we were denied to set a foot on American country or something... Last flight and then we're free... This one just killed me, I got so bored so that I let myself drowned in hatred or something, i don't wanna talk, i don't wanna be polite, i hadn't breathe fresh air for 12 hours now... We're landing and the only thing i can see is a monster, the city of LA, it's just huge, ridiculously huge, i can see no end to that city and i'm a bit stressed about the idea of me in that city, and it's nightshade...

We're chocked, we're free... there are doors mentionning "to the streets", no one to controll us we just can go wherever we want, we can even smoke... Bagage reclaim and we're done... Out and the air is not good at all, it smells so pollute, and it's just the smell of the cars and other trucks... We're waiting for Maladie and then Nicolas saw them!

WE CAN'T SEPARATE

It's friday, supposed to go at Nicolas, so that Clément and Pierre would take us there and then we would drive to Romain's... But there was a scooter on the way, sort of a car crash, and arrogance + stupidity express themselve down my street, emergency car and police and I'm supposed to fly tomorrow morning, this is what I call a start, but the only thing i worry about at this moment is my friend Emilie, she's on panic and there is nothing i can do...

Finally we're driving the highway, passing one or two tolls and then we hit Romain and Julie's, and there is a party there... That's ok i brought some drinks with me let's do that!

I get drunk, i got introduced to Jerome and Barbara's appartment and i like it... A small sleep and i'm backsitting in the van... Drive me to the airport, i feel akward or tired, maybe i'm still a bit drunk and my hair is dirty.

Registrations and goodbyes and we're flying to London, i've never been attracted by this city so i just don't care and i'm much more excited by the London-Vancouver flight... Crossing an ocean, sleeping and watching movies i don't find any interest in, talking shit with my best friends and most of the people did notice we're a band... The view is just splendid when we're above Canada, but this is taking too long...

We're landing, we're a bit stressed, we gonna go through the american immigration in Vancouver airport, we had the idea of going seperate ways but we're fucked up there is only one lane and two customers, but we made it and we're now waiting for our boarding cards and i really feel like an immigrate and i still do not understand why Vancouver airport is part of United States, i came to the point that this is still a consequence os expansionism, or is this abolishing the border, i cannot decide but it's ridiculous...

Eat, hit, be mine...

What we've been talking about this morning? We might have been listening to the radio and such interesting stuff like weather and breaking news about the crisis came out of the speaker... Oh no, the most exciting news was a defeat about a football game... So, no words about the situation in Madagascar or Israel and Palestine, just football, weather and old french songs came out of the speakers, and my driver was much more interested in the chorus of Montgomery than any else... Okay most of the people cannot be blamed for their lack of interest, since media do not give any idea of what interest is... Even they are deaf... Just listening to what they're interested in... Hey that's interest! Okay guys you have interest, eat, shit and die! You're still so cool...

The frontier

I finally came to the point that i'm not hidding anything with writing in English, it's just cause i don't care about being French, I even feel shame about being French, just like if we were suffering the burden and others... It makes more sense to write in a language which is not yours, just an escape, a way to abolish the borders and to feel you don't belong to a country you don't believe in, I mean, landscapes are okay, some people too, many people, but what stands behind the word "the system" is far from being okay, we're fucking living under a dictature, and above everything there is again this French pride! French language always tried so hard to impose itself on the world stage, so that it's even official language for some "important" events, most are related to sport... And what results in is that most of the kids are just unable to speak another language than their native one, I wish i had some "foreign" origins...