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
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
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
As I awake alone in my lonely island among the ocean, the foggy morning blends with the horizon and I know I was right not to wake up earlier for a sunrise because haze always blurs first hours. I buy my traditional foreign pair of socks before taking the boat; thankfully, North Wind has stopped … More Fascination (sample)
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
… it is in Iceland ! I finally leave Reykjavik area this morning, to go further, to meet new scenery, to apparently see an Icelandic concentrate in one peninsula. I leave early and happy, sun pierces through translucent cloudy Keflavik Bay, Reykjavik swims into a coton ocean in the distance. I leave thumb up, waiting … More I found the Giant’s Causeway’s end…
The morning is a hazy as the sun while setting yesterday, and Reykjanes black Peninsula is longing for my explorations. I start with Kleifarvtn Lake’s immensity, smooth and blue of the grey sky, I feel so tiny on the top of the volcanic mound that should open my eyes to the ocean if the sky … More Melancholic Volcanoes’ song
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
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 