A beautiful story for Mimi and her boyfriend Jacky, 2 small frenchies become stars in the realm of outdoor sports, Australia. Recent winner of the Raid World Championships that. taking place in Tasmania at the end of October, my friend Myriam Guillot accepted with kindness, openness and generosity, gives us his adventure, his thoughts, to make us. share some of his lifestyle at the other end of the world .. A real lesson of tenacity for someone who has decided to go after his dreams. Mimi .. with Jacky you just won the World Championships raid. 2 French in the closed circle of the best in the world … It's stiff. Well, in fact, nothing has really changed, no groupies, paparazzi or behind our front door (perhaps because we live in our car's). No rebates at the tobacco shop. when you buy our paper with our head winner in the first page or no one dared open our trunks of the race and sort our clothes worn during 5d and 10. If! A few. thing that has changed, Subaru Australia we sponsor and lent us a car for the coming months. But as said Malou (quoting Judith) Ana: "The pet runs through the pants, it does not pierces" .. According to Judith, the first major user of this magic is the old proverb Mpasi speaking, there are kala, students on the campus of Kinshasa on strike .. totally dumbfounded, "Mikinza epasulaka pants you". Tourists, Africanists, Egyptologists, the sunbathers and oil experts and swindlers, evangelists and scuba divers, instructors from the army and police providers, funders and donors lessons, the perverse and "Good Samaritans", traffickers ore and developers of human rights among others **, grave robbers, managers and whine and Orientalists. – Who will pay our yachts, our pots of Vaseline and our depilatory creams, our cell phones and our laptops, our badminton rackets and our golf clubs?. ** The human right "universal" to protect (against the encroachments abusive local tribes) animal species and plant species .. the universal human right to reap the mothballs and "world cultures" on reserve bunkerisées concentration camp .. the universal human right to study and characterize (to inventory, entomologiser, dissect, take ownership and market .. even to denounce or deride) the customs, arts of life and knowledge "and various other" .. the universal human right to visit on skates and shorts (with a cushion under the buttocks) or in a bikini and high heels (with headphones in the ears), "Historic Sites" (battlegrounds, sacred temples, theaters , stadiums and cemeteries) which were born and where have spread elsewhere in the world, countless legends and beliefs funny extravagant and unreasonable .. the right of man "universal" free access (in every hole .. and regardless of race, age, sex, social class, political opinion or religion) to the body of pretty girls cute guys and all nations .. and, above all, the assertion Imperial by an international community "self-proclaimed the universal human right to declare" untapped "and highlight. Author of novels (" The married woman in my ass "and" Jodi, all night "published by Quorum, 1998 and Color Books, 2009), d At the end of the first day then. To be completely exhaustive, I will confess that I slept very badly. First, because even if I had my quilt, I did not have my leech body pillow and that's bad, very bad. Especially the Italians, in addition to being thieves, not pillows "normal." What qu''un pillow normal you say? Well I'll tell you, normally constituted a pillow is square and smooth. But here it would be too easy not to do things in order, they give you the square and very hard especially. Not because anyway, I thought it was a folklore in the 10th arrondissement of spending 50 times a day (ie 49 to 7am in the morning when you sleep so well and you have left more than two hours .. yes ladies and gentlemen of France that gets up early, I have never been part of your own.) older I get, the more I make digressions. Plus I look like my mother. No, just imagine that the Italian, in addition to being thieves and pillows have all decayed, are also purposely pass under my window at 5 am to collect garbage (in addition they are not even sorting here). And they are having a field day. I'm sure they throw the bottles one by one to piss me off. When I entered for the first time in this room, I thought "Oh this is great c'qu'il bed! it would catch that person back there! "But there also scam. But the wrong kind together. When you move a little too much the night you fall in the middle and twisting your head on the pillow even more cursed. So as the brain is well done, he knows everything. He determines that your body does not move. Not to fall. And suddenly, I wake up completely contracted because I slept like a mummy in its sarcophagus. And if it were at least erotic dreams, against a bad situation, I would not a big deal! But no,