House Hunting. Virtual stlye.

Hmm, Maybe this house it would for Merrise be good enough:

http://realestate.nytimes.com/sales/detail/2836-4000005830

No, mes amis, it too modeste for a geynius such as Merrhiçe is. This one, ah mes amis, this one it is more suited for the genie du Merise:

http://realestate.nytimes.com/sales/detail/2836-4000005386

Or maybe this one:

http://realestate.nytimes.com/sales/detail/2836-4000005827

Oh! THe indecisiion! MErrhyse, he cannot his mind make up. ITs too much, mes amis, too much. THese houses, they are all too beautiful. And Merrise, his laptop batterie is about to die mes amis...

Explodinating planes again

Mawrhytsse, he crashed his plane in a field somewhere. Alas, when flying around looking for Paris he ran out of his coconut-milk derive Aviation Fuel. He was to glide able for a little while, but eventually his plane hit the ground and explodinated.

Merrhuse, he found himself in a field in the middle of no where. Mes amis, I was completely lost! I for a few hours walked before coming across some of the local of this region most inhospitable. Morise, he did not recognise the language they were talking. Mewrise, he has not tried to see if they speak English or French yet, as he doubts it.

Marise is now in a small barn sitting, trying to use a small torch battery to his laptop power. He is still hsi satellite telephone using to connect to the internet.

But never fear, mon ami. Whereever Mirrhyse is, he will he way home to Paris find!

Mapless

Merrhyse, he cannot a map find. Oh no. Anyone know which way Paris is from here?

Also, Mewryse does not even know where is is right now. Still over the pAcific, he thinks. Also, I have not slept since the night before last. So tired. Must sleep but cannot as am flying airyplane.

Luckily, my mental faculties they are as acute and sharp and wonderfull as ever. NOTHING escapes Mirrhice.

Talking of which, one thing I notice just now mes amis is that Mawryse he cannot a map find. Oh no. I just realised this, it means Merrhyse is lost. Anyone know which way Paris from here is?

Airborne

And Merrhyse is airborne! He flying into the sunset, leaving this island prison most wretched behind him. (The only thing that spoils this image most beautiful, mes amis, is that it is not sunset.)

Thanks to the wonders of satphones, Mowrise can be on the internet and type this even as he flys away from his desert island to the home he missed so much. Aargh, I am loosing altitude mes amis! Meryse must pay attention to flying the plane!

Now to find a map, to see where I must be going to get Mawrhyse back to Paris. I think I saw one back here somewhere.

Lift off

Merrhyse, he continued to work all night on fixinating the hairyplanes. Mawrise, he now has a (more or less) fully functional Piper Cherokee Warrior propellor aeroplane. Mawryse is much happy with this plane. He used components from the Cessnas too, but the finished plane it is mostly like this plane.

I am just about to get into the plane, and take off. Mowryse, he will waste no time in flying home. No, mes amis, you will soon find him once more in Paris. Since I have my laptop computer and a satellite telephone, Merrhyse will continue to blog from the air as he flies home.

Now to fly away home. Wish Mirrhose luck!

Merrhyse continues to learn to fly from yourtube

Merrhyse learns to fly from youtube

Et voila -

Freedom for your weblogger most intrepide!

Horray, Meryse is found a way to get off this island most infernal. Rejoise, mes amis, Marrhise will soon be strolling the boulevards of Paris once more!

Mes amis, Merrhose was walking alone on the island one day when he found something most extraordinary. He found a large sailing ship, beached on the beach and completely abandoned. It was clearly a boat most beautiful, and she was sea worthy. It was such a windy day that Merrhyse, he used it for fire wood to keep warm.

Also, after more searching he had found an abandoned runway, with several rusting decrepit Cessna and Piper aeroplanes lying around. Sacre bleu! A miracel for Miryse! The only thing Mauryse lacked was aviation fuel. But a geniyus like Merise can come up with a solution for any problem (or was it a problem for any solution, I cannot remember, mon ami. No matter, I think it is more or less the same).

Merrhyse had coconuts as a source of hydrocarbons, and for Mawryse it was a simple matter to find a process to turn coconnut milk into aviation fuel. Mes amis, he simply [CENSORED BY INTERNATIONAL PETROLEUM CARTELS. WE DON'T WANT ANYONE GETTING ANY SILLY IDEAS, PLEASE]. What a triumph for Marhise! He finally had aviation fuel!

Well, mon ami, I have the past few days been working on the planes, to see if Merrhyse can get one in good enough state to fly me off this island. Also, Merrhyse has to learn to fly. Wish him luck!

Joyeux Noël

Merrhyse is unhappy as he by himself all alone on this ilsand most horrible celebrated Christmas.

But, mes amis, not to be despondent! Mawrhyse has a method to escape from here determined, and will tell all his readers most loyal and devoted when he it has just perfected most beautifully.

First I have to figure out how to make plane fuel from coconut milk. Hmm, tricky! But Meriçe is a geynius. And for a geynius, nothing is imposible. NOTHING, mon ami!