{"id":3107,"date":"2019-01-22T10:00:21","date_gmt":"2019-01-22T10:00:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sophiedeboissieu.fr\/carnet-de-voyage-louis-barthelemy\/"},"modified":"2022-08-09T15:43:29","modified_gmt":"2022-08-09T15:43:29","slug":"carnet-de-voyage-prince-du-baloutchistan","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/sophiedeboissieu.fr\/eng\/carnet-de-voyage-prince-du-baloutchistan\/","title":{"rendered":"TRAVEL BOOK – LOUIS-BARTH\u00c9L\u00c9MY"},"content":{"rendered":"
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THE TRUE STORY OF THE LAST ST.MALO-BORN PRINCE OF BALUSCHISTAN<\/h3>\n

\u00ab\u00a0Be careful !\u00bb<\/em> my father yelled as I played roughly with the big and mysterious teakwood spoon, whose handle was decorated with 10 centimeter-tall characters - a couple of horses, a strange-looking trunk, and a man seated on a throne. \u00abYou little brat! Don\u2019t you know that this belonged to our ancestor Louis-Barth\u00e9l\u00e9my, the Prince of Baluschistan ?\u00a0\u00bb<\/em> he said with a twinkle in his eyes.<\/p>\n

Unable to remember this unpronounceable name, I did not dare to ask Dad where this kingdom was and what its people were like.<\/p>\n

Thus in my dream, I imagined an idyllic country somewhere between the Siam kingdom in the movie \u00ab\u00a0Anna and the King\u00a0\u00bb and the desert sand dunes crossed by Lawrence of Arabia on his camels.<\/p>\n

I regularly demanded visiting the zoo to feed my fancy<\/p>\n

Merry and colorful, people were dressed in bright, multicolored and gold-studded clothing that sparkled in the sun. For every dress-up party I did my best to find a red skirt, a gleaming belt and a corset embroided with glaring sequins to look alike the Princesse of Belouchistan I was.<\/p>\n

During the 80s, by chance, I read a description of the country in a geography book from the beginning of the century, and thus discovered the true face of my ancestor\u2019s kingdom.<\/p>\n

\u00abThis is a country with many unexplored areas - unexplored not because of inaccessibility to curious travelers, but because of its indomitable, rugged population and endless, monotonous stretches of sand and rocks.\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n

So\u2026 I had to rethink my mental image of this middle east\u2019s countrv, not the least because of all the talk about the Taliban and of burkas.<\/p>\n

I began to suspect that it wasn\u2019t appropriate to claim lordship over my kingdom located in what are now Afghanistan, Pakistan and Iran. Still, I knew that this kingdom, though wild and sparse, was the birthplace of Massoud - the rebel with the beautiful eyes, killed just before 9\/11 - and I was aware as well of Afghan seamstresses\u2019 great talent for creating the thousands of small folds in their blue burkas\u2026but I had to let go of this childhood dream\u2026<\/p>\n

Having given up my dream of reconquest, and entering adulthood, an important question arose : From where does the title \u00ab\u00a0Prince of Baluchistan\u00a0\u00bb - given in the 19th century to my ancestor Louis-Barth\u00e9l\u00e9my Morin, Saint-Malo native, long distance captain - come ?<\/p>\n

I imagined him tall and thin, with blue eyes and brown hair, dressed in his sailor\u2019s uniform, looking out at the sea from the walls of Saint-Malo. He was brilliant and seductive, and madly in love with his wife Rose, who waited at the port for his return from his naval campaigns.<\/p>\n

I began re-reading his and his son\u2019s personal notes, as well as my father\u2019s - his grandson - to really get to know him.<\/p>\n

Reality soon exceeded my expectations when I discovered that, on top of everything else, he was \u00ab\u00a0Royal Prince of Burma\u00a0\u00bb and admiral of this landlocked country\u2019s fleet, had commanded the personal boat of Isma\u00efl Pascha, Kh\u00e9dive of Egypt, and had - amazingly - sank in the China sea after going through the two biggest typhoons the earth had ever known.<\/p>\n

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SAINT-MALO<\/strong><\/p>\n

1826-1877<\/strong><\/p>\n

His birth country<\/p>\n

His death country<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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\"Chine-louis<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>

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CHINA<\/strong><\/p>\n

1860-1863<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sinkings in China sea<\/p>\n

Trial at Shanghai<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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\"Kyoto-Louis-Barth\u00e9l\u00e9my<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>

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VISIT TO KYOTO<\/strong><\/p>\n

1860-1865<\/strong><\/p>\n

Visit to Kyoto<\/p>\n

Stops in Asia<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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THE EGYPT<\/strong><\/p>\n

1867-1870<\/strong><\/p>\n

Egypt khedive's commandant<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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\"Birmanie-louis<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>

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BURMA<\/strong><\/p>\n

1870-1877<\/strong><\/p>\n

Royal Prince of Burma<\/p>\n

His last life part<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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