I knew this head wound was meaningful, it was telling me a story about my future. It took me so long to book my flight ticket for Ruby, I didn’t feel “called”, but in the end, deciding any choice would always be good for me, I am flying to this Indian* village on Yukon shores… … More Red Ruby
Hannah has simple and extra-ordinary dreams. Her biggest lifetime one was to have some llamas. Thus, instead of asking for a big rock to fit her married woman finger, she got a llamas flock, six and a half to be precise. Indeed, nobody knew Hyngi was feeding baby Stormy in her round womb. Today, Hannah … More Hannah’s llamas
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
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
As I awake alone in my lonely island among the ocean, the foggy morning blends with the horizon and I know I was right not to wake up earlier for a sunrise because haze always blurs first hours. I buy my traditional foreign pair of socks before taking the boat; thankfully, North Wind has stopped … More Fascination (sample)
Travel is made of a succession of days that never look the same. Multiples. Moving. There are days where you explore a tiny part of the world, step by step, sweat after sweat, going up or going further the endless trail in your eyes. There are days where you discover an area kilometer by kilometer, … More Suspension
… it is in Iceland ! I finally leave Reykjavik area this morning, to go further, to meet new scenery, to apparently see an Icelandic concentrate in one peninsula. I leave early and happy, sun pierces through translucent cloudy Keflavik Bay, Reykjavik swims into a coton ocean in the distance. I leave thumb up, waiting … More I found the Giant’s Causeway’s end…
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 