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
This morning, the blue sun bows and scrape to bright sky, my legs are getting impatient, I would like to hike, I would like my birthday sunny Mount Robson to reflect on my quarantined windows, I would like to hear Juan de Fucca Pacific’s song break on my isolated walls … More Special Quarantine: Western Canada in your living-room
What a weird day! What a scary day…!So many useless comes and goes, so much repeated Port Mann Bridge crossing, when the border is not that close. Because before crossing it, I need my return ticket. Because before crossing it, I need a word from mum. Then, in between Stapples ink, in between Canadian Tire wellies, I … More Trans-Frontier
Through destruction and adversity, from the ashes grows the fire weed, the most vibrant bloom of the Yukon. Colonization was that searching and now we must be like the fire weed, who grows strong roots, who replenishes and who stop the erosion. Fran Morberg-Green First Nations First proofs of life were found in Western Canada … More Once upon a time in Western Canada
The Black Cat Guest Ranch is a very quiet place (at least during low season), hidden in some Canadian Rockies’ heart, glimpsing at us through the window. If, like me, you both want to explore a piece of Alberta and keep your solitary and curious soul, the Black Cat is then the perfect haven to … More The Black Cat invites you…
Vancouver is famous for its rain. It can rain here for weeks on end, but it does not usually bother me. However, several years ago, I found myself coming close to be thoroughly disgusted with the rain.I walked home from work one evening in the pouring rain, mumbling under my breath the whole way that … More Multiple shades of rain
I leave my beloved cidery towards Victoria – royal city named after the famous queen, now BC’s capital and maybe promise for my future. On the way already ridden two weeks ago to visit the strait, the fog gets warmer and reveal the horizon. I can see Mount Baker in noon sun.After a first stop … More A Royal City
Here comes my last day at the cidery and we celebrate at Lady Smith Christmas parade. I have felt I wanted to party for a while, impatient to make my legs dance, to make my lips shine; thus, I am getting ready like I was partying all night long in Paris. The following hours are … More Another goodbye
I leave Friday in the rain. After two slow motion weeks, I explore a bit more of my mysterious island. My compass shows me the North and my heart follows, stopping for the night at Courtenay. The little town is dressed up like Christmas, streets are celebrating and I linger in the Cornerstone Taphouse’s dim … More Untold
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 