Pfelelep blog

english translation
It's already one month, a whole month that we moved, we left the small island of LAMMA, the small house with small garden, my small bounty, quack of paradise that I liked so much.

10 days with intense packaging period with many " haaann my yellow-platic-duck , where should I arrange it? in the cardboard box " bath toys "? Or in the cardboard box " sex-toys"? , 10 days during which one wonders how one could live with as many tricks that one does not even remember to have bought nor used one day.

"We 're gonna need more cardboard boxes"

The happy pet's owners and friends will not contradict me undoubtedly if I tell the true part of pleasure which was the emprisonnement in cage of our cats, which had measuring rod very well what occurred and like so much to be made encaged in a gray plastic box which smells the cat's wee. Between the mewings and the desperate blows of claws as they feels the slaughter-house…

"I KNOW you don't like it and I DON'T CARE! Now get into that fu***ng cage!"

… we just close for the last time the sheet door of the house, repressing a small tear by thinking of the beach that I leave. Admittedly there were 2 months of rain not-stop, moisturing which rots the linen, the walls which mildew and the centipedes which come to take refuge under the pillow; but all that is finished.

"Can't believe it's SUNNY NOW!!!!!"

(good weather fixes on all hongkong since qu' one left, grrr…)

The last voyage in ferry, 30 minutes of happiness to feel last once the spray, fuel oil, as much familiar odors which I will also miss.

"Smells strange, doesn't it?"
"I know, Yaiyai just peed in her vomit"

To return downtown, in the family apartment of Waiyim, in Tseung Kwan O, residential district ZUP-style containing buildings of 38 floors, even for a guy from Paris like me, that always impressing.

"Yeaaahh, back in my place!"
"yeaaaaaahhh..."

Return in the apartment thus, where neither the song of the birds, nor the gracious flight of the butterflies will rock us more. Nature, is like capri, is finished. Bouh.

"Yeaaahhh, let's open the carboard boxes again... OMG! There was a centipede inside!"

(to be followed)

That was yesterday, I woke up earlier than her.

Happy birthday Waiyim!

Après près d'un mois (UN MOIS!) de pluie torentielle, le soleil a ENFIN décidé de remontrer le bout de son nez, derrière de gros nuages certes, mais toud'même-on-va-pas-se-plaindre, c'est toujours mieux que la pluie.

J'en profite donc pour foncer à la plage (....)

Et là surprise! tout est transformé.

'fallait s'y attendre, en s'écoulant vers la mer l'eau a creusé le sable.
Or, dois-je vous le rappeller, Lamma Island étant une île avec une part décente de végétation et pas trop de béton, eh bien le relief s'en est trouvé bouleversé.

(la séance de crobards a été interrompue à 3 reprises par la euh... reprise de la pluie, donc. Ceci expliquant cela, que je vous poste ces dessins bien après la tempête).





english translation:
After a month (A WHOLE MONTH!) of rain, the sun finally decided to show up (behind the clouds, but hey! this is still sun-like).

So, I ran to the beach-MY beach (...)

And there SURPRISE! All is messed-up.

Right, after the rain, water went down to the sea and digged the sand. And you-know-what? as Lamma island is an....island, right, well the relief got changed.

(my sketching sessions got interrupted 3 times because of rain's resumption, I'm posting later than ever, after the storm)

The path to the beach (looking upriver)
A bit lower, still looking upriver, at its highest point, the sand trench is one meter high.

Plants and roots saved the trench (Junior Woodchucks Guidebook: if you have to camp on the beach, choose to put your tent on the plants: it's the point the sea never reach)

Remember last year, when the barge run around on the beach, right there? Well, now an english-speaking guy is building a cairn with big pebbles. "One day, one little more" as he told us.

en fait, Jolan est Taiwanaise.

Parfois, être médiathécaire, ça vous titille les souvenirs, façon archéologie.
Sometimes, being a librarian, memories comes to you, archeology's style.


"Hello, I want to give those book to the library."
"Let's see, ooohh there's even some "choose your adventure's books"..."
"Wait. This one doesn't belong to any collection. 1984? It's one of the very first?"
Une édition "rare" car sans collection, avec une superbe couverture à la peinture à l'huile que je n'ai pas pu résister de (mal) reproduire à l'aquarelle.
A "rare" edition because no collection logo, with a beautiful oil painting cover that I couldn't resist to reproduce with my watercolour.
LE TALISMAN DE LA MORT, de Mark Smith et Jamie Thomson avec Peter Jones et Bob Harvey aux illustrations.

ahhhh, les petites illustrations intérieures qui illustrent tout ou/et rien pour stimuler l'imagination du lecteur.
Aaahhh the small inside illustrations to stimulate the reader's mind.
"Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck want to introduce you to their uncle Donald. If you accept their invitation, proceed to the 132. If you refuse, and go back to donaldvile main street, go to 18."

Ahhh, les grandes illustrations où l'artiste a carte blanche pour plonger le joueur dans d'effroyables cauchemars medievaux...
Ahhh, the big illustrations horrible medieval nightmares.
Genre, lui, c'est pas le moment de tenter de l'amadouer en lui offrant votre jambon-beurre (et pourtant, le livre vous en offre le choix...)
I guess, I shouldn't offer him him my bacon's sandwich (but you really have the possibility in the book!)

Là, on sent le vieux piège à base d'énigmes bien tordues...
"Bon, laquelle porte je vais ouvrir...? Moi je sens bien celle du singe..."
I can feel the twisted trap... "Right, which door shall I choose..? Hmm, I think, the monkey one looks fine..."

Ah ouais, à l'époque, les elfes noirs, c'étaient des méchants plutôt... plutôt...
Non sans blague, c'est quoi cette cambrure? Y'a un sens caché, c'est pas possible.
Yeah, those were the days when dark elves were foes kinda... Kinda... No, really, what's that curve? Is there any hidden meaning?

YIIIIII GIIiiIIirls! I found the naughty one! Time to punish her! I'm first! Oh Yes! I'm next!




"If you want to fight the red dragon with your knife, go to 14, if you rather try to trick him go to 76
If you got the mushroom's lapel pin go to 122"
"Hmm... I can feel the trap..."
"Where did I missed the musrhoom's lapel pin?"





Si vous en voulez encore: ne loupez pas l'exxxxxcellent billet d'Erwann Surcouf sur les livres dont vous êtes le héros, et ce site (entre beaucoup d'autres) d'un vrai geek qui s'en est constitué une très belle collection.

EDIT: et pour CREER vos livres dont vous êtes le héros, allez regarder par ici.

Look for more: do not miss this greeeeeeeeat post of Erwann Surcouf (in french) about "choose your adventure" games books and this site (one from many) of a real geek with a great collection.


except for the book illustrations ©FOLIO (I guess)