One flag at a time, I keep coloring my World map! It is so exciting to see new flags adding to my already impressive bouquet 🙂 I just love to see new countries visiting the Cove, even just once… A picture is worth a thousand words… I just hope to color some more soon…… Continue reading Taking over the World…
This one I have to write in French, because Guinea is a French speaking country, and its visit in the Cove deserves to be mentioned… Chère Guinée, Hier, j’ai vu ton drapeau flotter dans mes statistiques. Tu ne t’es pas arrêtée longtemps, mais ton passage m’a fait chaud au coeur! Guinée, tu…… Continue reading Colorier la Guinée…
I haven’t seen a new flag in a while… I like seeing new flags in my stats, especially on so-so days. Last time, I put my best games on to seduce Brazil, and not long later, the home of Rio’s Carnival showed up, and lit my day! Today I miss Guinea. Not New Guinea, nor…… Continue reading Guinée…
Kamsar existed because of and for the local bauxite processing plant, CBG. It was the home of the numerous expats picked throughout the world to work for CBG, and a few priviledged locals. Our lives revolved around the company, depending on it for all and anything… We didn’t have any live tv chanel, no…… Continue reading Kamsar, random tales…The hen that wasn’t
In the early nineties, my father got hired to work in a bauxite mine plant, in Guinea. We moved to a small town, Kamsar, that was built by the company, CBG. Here are a few, randomly picked tales from my 5 years spent there. (Note the giant poodle pup just above the country’s name… It…… Continue reading Kamsar, random tales… The black panther
Once I was 6 years old… I was the bubbliest little girl. I had long dark brown hair almost down to my knees, and wide hazel eyes open to the world. I started going to school, loved every minute with my teachers, devoured knowledge, was curious about anything and everything. I followed my parents, moving…… Continue reading Once I was 6 years old…
This morning my mind did what it does the best… Serve me a random memory to think about. Back in the mid 90s, when I lived in Africa, my best friend was a guy from North Carolina. He actually was the reason I learned English. I only spoke French and he only handle English… But…… Continue reading Thank you… ?
Ok, I will live with it… I am a copycat. Or is it just a form of admiration, when you follow the steps of the wiser? Anyway…Â I was already very happy with my usual Denmark and Italy flags showing up pretty much everyday. (I do miss Italy a bit lately though, hihihi)Â I…… Continue reading Africa!
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