I hit the road from Anchorage to reach the North – or more exactly the Interior – of Alaska. On my hitchhiking way, I gaze at burnt summer trees, at redish fall trees, running frozen in my car window. Forest fires still stand against first rains, it doesn’t smell like smoke but there is a … More Crossworlds
When I decided to go to Alaska, I knew the destination was a bit too expensive for me, but I definitely didn’t want it to be an obstacle for my travels. Thus, I decided I would workaway* during my time there and I couldn’t have dreamt of a better way to experience Alaska… My first … More Otters Party
My stay in Seward wouldn’t be utterly told, completely drawn, if I didn’t write about encounters that slowly weaved my days and nights, that intertwined hours and engraved my technicolor Alaskan first memories. First, there was Adrienne who, if I had to recall one thing, gave me the most precious life lesson: the waffle machine … More We’ll meet again
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 