Frozen Colombia. Slowly waking up in the motel room’s warmth, I can enjoy a “lazy” morning that doesn’t need any rush because of some weak car sleeping conditions, I can finish some chores before hiting my paved four wheels. My Irish car-pool companion and I leave Teslin in the snow on a tricky road, yesterday … More Road book: chap.4
White Yukon. I leave Destruction Bay in a grey morning as the sun starts to rise. The water is not blue lagoon anymore, it is as grey as the sky and Alaskan rivers. The mountain in the far, towards my destination, that I couldn’t call Mount McCairnes or Mount Archibald, lost last night’s brightness when … More Road book: chap.3
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 