I mistakened my time zone yesterday! Because Canada thinks such in a weird way: they change time when I am not aware and they stay in the same even if I change province… Thus, Yoho and Kootenay, BC, are on Rocky time and I am one hour late when I wake up. But I slept … More Trans-Canadian: The green fairy
As my candles has just blown a new decade, my thirty-years-old heart follows its own fate, my wandering soul regrets to leave comforting the Black Cat Guest Ranch; I enable a bigger step than the moment. I slowly hit the road for a week to reach Vancouver Island’s soft atmosphere, half rushed because late on … More Trans-Canadian: H2 Ode
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
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 