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Entrains sur Nohain (Nièvre 58)

Située à l'extrême nord du département de la Nièvre, à 2h20 seulement de Paris, au coeur de la vallée Nohain of this ancient Gallo-Roman, now independent municipality and rural, enjoys an ideal location. Side nature Entrains is surrounded by vast forests, a chain of hills and two rivers, and Trélon The Nohain . As for the lake of Saint-Cyr is fed by springs. The exploitation of natural resources, wood, stone, mixed farming and livestock as well as the dynamism of its merchants, craftsmen, operators and associations deliver prosperity to the town, especially since it has all the services: public (schools, recreation center, multipurpose room, hall, banks, position), health (doctors, Physiotherapy, denstiste and nursing home); cultural activities and sports are not lacking either: hiking and biking, an archaeological museum, a studio-gallery, a pond Fishing, hunting grounds, mini golf, a tennis court, swimming pool, soccer field, a boules court, a campsite, everyone will find a occupation.La city is also situated at a crossroads road open Clamecy east, Cosne-Cours-sur-Loire to West, North Auxerre and Nevers South.

* most common area in Nièvre.

Getting There click here

Specials:
-nineteenth Century Castle Eve: Large park-
House Admiral seventeenth century brick and stone
Eglise Saint-Sulpice XIII / XVI Century: cruciform plan, vaulted apse-dome XIX
-century archaeological exhibition at the Maison des Fouilles (Museum)
- the Oseraie

Sites à voir :
-Etang de Saint-Cyr, de Saint-Fiacre et de Saint Nicolas
-Forêt des Courgeonneries, des Dames, du Minerai, bois des Huets,
-L'Oseraie.

Ressources et productions :
Exploitation forestière, polyculture, élevage, coopérative céréalière, carrière.

Vie locale :
Marché tous les mercredis, fête patronale de Saint-Cyr, pêche, chasse, équipements sportifs, belles promenades en forêts, camping , foyer Rural group of archaeological research.

If you want to participate in the life of your community, please contact me mimbourg@yahoo.fr

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Leaving the cyber ...

It's really weird sometimes. Two to three times a week I go to cafe. I download documents to work, if I look Engineers Without Borders does not send me something. When I did that, I go, I escape. I'll see if my parents do not send me their message, always diligent. I check if one of my friends do not tell me what is happening in Montreal. I communicate with my brother, I also asked at what is happening ... I read the news, the situation of the Parti Québécois, road accidents, the U.S. election and still a bit of blog Patrick Lagacé on cyberpresse. In short, I am absorbed by a world francophone Quebecois, people who are close to me. When the hour ends, I still have all the information in my head. I have not yet dropped out of this world, my head is attached to a port on the shore of St. Lawrence.

I leave the cyber-conditioned and each time I shock is inevitable. 10 degrees and more young people carrying casks of 200 liters of water on carts, the women cooking on the side streets, the sandy road, in short, the city where I live. Today, I was still in Canada when a group of 5 children came up, greeted me and asked me literally money. It does not happen that often but it's always a good slap su'a Yeul to remember where I am. I really do not like when these things happen to me but it's inevitable. I try to be empathetic, but it's not easy when you're exposed to requests like this every day. I try as best I can to show by my actions that day is not cashmachine and you do not (all) so much money when it comes here. Someone disait dernièrement que je pouvais du jour au lendemain me retourner et demander à ma famille de m’envoyer 5millions (10 000$). Vraiment, quand je lui ai dit que c’était bien au-delà de ce que j’avais comme compensation pour toute l’année, elle ne me croyait pas. J’ai peut-être changé sa vision des choses, mais ça prend juste un groupe de blanc se ramenant avec leur jouet pour distribuer aux enfants pour défaire les efforts de 100 autres blancs qui tentent de montrer que non, on ne sert pas juste à donner des cadeaux, qu’on est des êtres humains aussi.

Mais je n’en veux à personne, c’est plus facile de généraliser et je ne peux pas non plus en vouloir à l’esprit entrepreneurship des petits enfants! Alors ne lâchez pas les kids, on va sûrement finir par se comprendre!

Je sais que dans le fond, moi aussi je généralise parfois. Parce que je tire des conclusions à partir des gens qui m’approchent. Alors que la plupart des gens passent, sans rien me demander. Il me considère comme… quelqu’un dans la rue quoi! Mais eux, je ne les remarque pas, je ne vais pas leur parler…je les ignore….C’est ça qui me rend triste parfois. Du fait que ceux-ci ne m’abordent pas, je ne passe à côté de personnes incroyables…

Que faire alors? Non ce n’est not lost! Remaining one year here, one can rub shoulders and learn to know people very well. After having coffee and donuts fried in the same place for a month, you get to know people and also learn to know yourself. It takes time, that's all, and not rush things ... Slowly!

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A holiday a bit special ...


It's been almost five months now that I'm in West Africa and it is always a great pleasure to share my adventures. This week, to last a little longer the spirit of the holidays, I describe the Christmas I have spent here in Burkina Faso.

It is 35 degree Celsius under a strong sun Sahel. The landscape that awaits me is a plain dotted with shrubs, long grass withered, one or two trees on the horizon and a baobab tree, this majestic tree standing like a king in this reddish earth. We head to Hitt, the village where I would have the chance to spend three days, including Christmas Eve. He is 13h and I'm hot, very hot! Two questions keep my mind busy: How do I find the words to tell my loved ones currently in Canada and most importantly, was it really a good idea to travel 70km by bicycle on a sandy road in two days with this heat and a headwind!?

Let's go back. Here, the holidays are really starting December 19. And no, it's not because this is when people rush to browse the malls to buy presents for their loved ones! Indeed, in a city where more than 80% of the population is Muslim, we all celebrate Tabaski, also called the Feast of Sacrifice. This day, all families can afford kill a sheep in remembrance of the ram to Abraham sent the angel Gabriel. A large gathering was first place on the Place de la Nation, where a crowd congregating for a group prayer at 9:00.



It's really impressive! During the day, whether Catholic or Muslim, families visit them, sit down to eat and talk. We exchanged rice dishes, pasta, couscous, chicken and mutton of course! From family to family, my stomach fills gradually. After the 6th meal, you will understand that I needed a break! After

Tabaski, Christmas is fast approaching. A friend and I decided to go to the brother the latter, living in a village 70km Ouahigouya, the town where I live. In cycling, we are moving slowly but surely, the paths of earth and wind slowing somewhat the momentum. Once there, the family welcomed us warmly welcome with water and a dish of te. It's Christmas Eve, darkness falls, so we are quickly bringing the pig and sheep in the pen. Since there is no electricity, we use our battery lamps to light us. An hour later, after the slaughter and emptying and cleaning of our future feast, we begin to cut different parts into smaller pieces for the dish the next day. I'm exhausted. The bike ride of the day like me somewhat heated mind, a glass of dolo (local beer made with grain sorghum) is enough to send me to bed.

The next morning, the traditional Mass of Christmas. All Catholics of the village gather together and chants, homily and the final dance to the sound of drums! Bedazzled!



The day continues with lunch prepared by women in the morning, followed by the visit of the different families located Loans from us. The village is very large, it is difficult to see everyone. The afternoon, takes place at the heart of the village activities attracting mostly young people. Thanks to the square dance, and I have done a good laugh over 100 young Burkinabe! With an air of confidence, I get along with others in the arena and the sound of reggae music, I put the package before the crowd perplexed. It's not every day that White has danced on Christmas Day! A little later, others are dragging prices and sell only items found in cities such as candy, shoes, cigarettes, soaps, toys, clothing, soft drinks and alcoholic. Finally, several games allow anyone who wants to exercise his address.



Again exhausted, I go to bed at night and letting my friend take the dolo discuss with his friends. Before falling asleep on the mat, rug for my mattress, I thought for my family and friends, which I am separated for this unique moment of the year. Looking back, I see the sky and tell myself that at least, perhaps I shall never an opportunity to spend Christmas in so many stars!

The next day, we are on the way home, still cycling, but with bags of peanuts and a rooster too!



It's tradition, no matter where it comes from, if a foreigner visits the village of Hitt, it starts with a chicken. I take this walk to think again about how I can tell this story. I think what surprised me that made me laugh and cry. I come to the conclusion that Christmas is for everyone an opportunity to meet, eat, tell stories, laugh and share moments of happiness, regardless of where they comes. Only how to express it slightly different. Unlike here, where the highlight of the evening is the exchange of gifts, here is the mass ... And you can enjoy a good piece of meat!

Ned Tabo! (Happy Holidays!)