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this trip was done, the confines of the territory on the borders of another country, the marshes at the confluence of Vred, when scarpe joined the Scheldt mortagne ... three days of canoeing, without encountering any boarding process, true happiness ... I was Tom Sawyer, more than Stevenson. Pending the result, here is a panoramic Warlaing after lock .... I hit the "Wild" often, I was looking for ... third in this landscape, neglected, abandoned, where Nature has taken over the top ... on a desolate industrial activity exceeded the signs still mark the landscape, with their nostalgic beauty of ruins of fallen greatness, I am alone, paddling in the duckweed obstructing the breakthrough easy ... a pair of swans defies me, wings flapping on water identified, protecting four cygnons gray ash ...
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