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
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
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 