Forest’s voice

It is a grey and heavy morning, it may almost rain; it is time for me to reach Seward. I catch the wrong bus – the right one but wrong way – and confirm my first friendly feeling about Alaska, thanks to my chitchat with the second bus driver about travels, foreign languages and cultures … More Forest’s voice

Landing on the sea

I stop somewhere in Anchorage Coastal Trail, along the ocean almost as brown as the Mississippi River, in order to write my first Alaskan steps. I traveled through time and space. I left Iceland Sunday at 5 pm and I landed in Alaska the same Sunday at 4 pm.As usual, I was “welcome” by a … More Landing on the sea

Pole Express

My Icelandic adventure is over now as the North wind definitely brought some winter. My face can speak about my wanderings. My feet as well. Yet, I don’t have any conclusions for this part of my trip. I was entirely led by the universe’s path. I was blown by the Icelandic summer and I enjoyed … More Pole Express

Jon and our Iceland

Jon was born in Western Iceland, close to an American Army base. This is how he learned English. On Snæfelsnes Peninsula where his parents still live. Where they have always lived? Maybe. I can’t remember. I am not sure anymore. Jon was born somewhere in Iceland et he speaks now seven foreign languages. Jon hitchhiked … More Jon and our Iceland

Suspension

Travel is made of a succession of days that never look the same. Multiples. Moving. There are days where you explore a tiny part of the world, step by step, sweat after sweat, going up or going further the endless trail in your eyes. There are days where you discover an area kilometer by kilometer, … More Suspension

Smoke Cove

I finally land to the Northern of my life I have ever been. Exhausted. It is a beautiful but cold day that looks like a sunny winter in Toulouse, like an Irish spring and I’m now two hours behind France. I cross desert fields, lined with Reykjanes Peninsula asleep or not volcanoes, leading me from … More Smoke Cove

Flying two winds

Everything looks like a beginning today. First day of August. New Moon. Lughnasa’s Celtic bonfires. Irish time for truce, Irish time for love…It is truly time to go now. New unknown is coming for me now, with a nice remember of my past travels: last September, as I was leaving Canada after my jeopardized new … More Flying two winds