Saturday, January 8, 2011

 6 heures de vol + 25 élèves 1 joyeux bordel

18 :00 - Les élèves sont en bas et les sacs en haut.

18 :30 - Départ imminent, le bus gagne 200 kg en sacs.

19 :25 - Arrivée l’aéroport = la Grande Valse des chariots.

19 :45 - Enregistrement interminable.

21 :25 - Dîner écolo, MacDo sans paille !!!!

22:35 – Embarquement.

22:36 - Les autres passagers n’en peuvent déjà plus !

02 :00 - La plupart des élèves tombent de sommeil. Que font ce qui ne dorment pas ? Ils maquillent leurs camarades endormis (Alexandre Denuit dort très, très profondément) et jouent aux photographes.

04 :00-L’avion a atterri, mais on attend sur le tarmac, car il n’y a pas de place pour se garer, même si l’aéroport est vide.

05 :00-Tous les bagages sont là, sauf un; eh non c’est bon on l’a !

06 :30- Arrivée silencieuse a l’hôtel ( hein Emile ?!)

08 :00-Tout le monde dort (hum hum).

Toutes les heures ont été mises à celles de Hong Kong pour un repère temporel simplifié

Animal Instincts and Crocodile Banks

Today we all woke up in the Mamallah Beach Resort and had breakfast at the restaurant before volleyball and badminton matches took place.

Then, we went to the Madras Crocodile Bank. We learned the difference between a crocodile, alligator and gharial.
We met many great people, like the tour guide, other visitors and Jaws III, the huge crocodile that loves posing for pictures (Yes! Really, he actually opens his mouth sometimes! … or he could just be breathing). Then, we observed as the crocs fought (not so) savagely for chunks of meat, just as their instincts called them to (as they lazily tried to climb over each other before just deciding to sunbath... for the next 2 hours).
We students and teachers were amazed at the incredible amount or reptiles on the farm, especially when just Marsh Crocodile exhibit indicated that their were 430 animals in the pen. Everybody took one look at the “Beware! Crocs Jump!” sign before we all unanimously decided to keep our hands to ourselves. We needed them to type up the blog, right?

After the tour, a peculiar aroma filled the return bus.
Yes, it seems that our friends Matheo, Maxime and Nicolas have discovered the wonders of sacred cow poop.














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