I haven’t hopped on a plane for 4 years, I haven’t crossed the Atlantic for 5 years. Until my trip in Berlin, my explorations had become more local. However, my Alaskan friend Hannah has asked almost every year when I would visit since then. I have had valid excuses for a while : covid, shutdown, vaccine, then lack of time and money… … More Plane Mode
Travels are a sacred thing, you dream about it, you plan it, in your head and in your body. You save a chunk of your time, you compare plane’s ticket, then you finally book it. You can’t turn back, you are about to leave. Days, weeks or months pass by, depending on how long you have planned your trip ; it’s then time to pack – 1 small item 40×30×15 + 1 CABIN BAG 12 kg max – to choose essential items, to sort them, to weigh and gauge : 1 small item 40×30×15 + 1 CABIN BAG 12 kg max ! … More My sacred departures
Spring is forgotten, it has chosen rain, grey sun and sad clouds to grace our April sky. Then, let’s keep playing with seasons and fly to lands where nights rise eight months a year, let’s blossom our day in our imaginations. I could choose the season when daylight lasts 24 hours a day, but then I would have to recreate both Mount Denali and Lake Kathleen’s grandiosity in your living-room to enable you to climb, it would only feed your quarantined frustration. Let’s keep dreaming then… Let’s fly to GREAT NORTH OF AMERICA! … More Special Quarantine: Great North of America in your living-room
I thought my night in three different airports toward Alaska would help me to rewind and write my Idaho better. But my night starts with a delay, probably cutting my tales. Of course it does, the minute I hold my pen, I am called to board.I then spend the night in Seattle airport, so memorable, … More White Christmas
Border. I wake up way to early in Delta, night is still pretty dark but cold numbs my sleep. I survived the night and my anxiety slowly goes away. Writing down my last adventures before hitting the road again, few surrounding mountains, invisible last night, progressively shines in the morning light. It is then time … More Road book: chap.2
Last Alaska. I finally left one of my comforting cocoons, a pit in my stomach on the road to Fairbanks because this new adventure’s excitement is jeopardized by the financial risk of buying a car. My throat is knotted for a few days… I gaze one last time at landscapes known by heart after so … More Road book: chap.1
An Inuit legend tells the Earth and Mankind’s birth: the Human race was eating the ground and living in an eternal night. Nobody died then, they became old, very old, and blind, they couldn’t move at some point, to a frozen state maybe; but nobody died. However, one day, there were too many humans, frozen … More Once upon a time Alaska
Grown from my experience in Ruby, I take advantage of one more week in Healy, in the ridge’s house, in what is the closest to a home for me today, in order to achieve my meditative thoughts and prepare the rest of my journey. Canada here I come! Indeed, my days in the last frontier … More The winter’s color
I knew this head wound was meaningful, it was telling me a story about my future. It took me so long to book my flight ticket for Ruby, I didn’t feel “called”, but in the end, deciding any choice would always be good for me, I am flying to this Indian* village on Yukon shores… … More Red Ruby
Hannah has simple and extra-ordinary dreams. Her biggest lifetime one was to have some llamas. Thus, instead of asking for a big rock to fit her married woman finger, she got a llamas flock, six and a half to be precise. Indeed, nobody knew Hyngi was feeding baby Stormy in her round womb. Today, Hannah … More Hannah’s llamas
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 