Tag: USA

Special Quarantine: the Wild West in your living-room

3 June 2020

Today, my offer will be polymorphic, I don’t choose one state but a bunch of them, my knowledge wouldn’t be enough for one complete recipe for each. Thus, I travel you to a mythical place, whose names means anything and nothing, I bring you to magical and huge lands that shall not be contained in one profane article so complex and various they are. I risk it though, conscious my lacks are mesmerized, happy my discoveries were unperfect, and I humbly try to send you to the AMERICAN WILD WEST. … More Special Quarantine: the Wild West in your living-room

Pastel

5 February 2020

I hoped my morning in Logan will show me a better look of the canyon and surrounding mountains but the heavy and dancing snow has other plans for me. I get deeper in Utah the, the two faces State… I reach the capital, Salt Lake City, in an even heavier snow, leading me to the … More Pastel

Crossworlds

17 October 2019

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

Otters Party

30 September 2019

When I decided to go to Alaska, I knew the destination was a bit too expensive for me, but I definitely didn’t want it to be an obstacle for my travels. Thus, I decided I would workaway* during my time there and I couldn’t have dreamt of a better way to experience Alaska… My first … More Otters Party

We’ll meet again

23 September 2019

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

Forest’s voice

21 September 2019

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