Luang Prabang, gold, ochre & saffron

Last year, before flying to Australia, I met a lovely lady on a bus ride from London to Oxford and she told me all about her one month trip to Laos. She must have made a great impression on me because I kept Luang Prabang at the back of my mind for a long, long … Continue reading Luang Prabang, gold, ochre & saffron

Bienvenue en Normandie

As a French citizen, I was taught about Normandy and the role this region played in D-Day during WW2. I had visited Caen and its war museum, we also went on a school trip to the beaches and memorials as part of our history lessons. I enjoyed it greatly, even swimming in the Channel sea … Continue reading Bienvenue en Normandie

April in Paris

Spring has to be one of the best times of the year to visit a city. It won't be as touristy as in the summertime but the sun is already shining, the locals start coming out of the darkness of winter. Paris awakes again in April. So my friend Lina and I decided to spend … Continue reading April in Paris

Take a walk in the woods

"Ma racine est au fond des bois" Emile Gallé Travelling abroad often means getting on a plane, unless you are a real adventurer and you use the boat, you go hitchhiking across the world, you take your bike or any other kind of brave and adventurous transportation (like people who walk the earth and count … Continue reading Take a walk in the woods

The Sea, The Sea

I'm sitting on the trunk of a tree, an abandoned piece of timber that looks rough. A tree's life has secrets of its own, untold. I close my eyes, listen to the constant movement. I open up my eyelids and absorb the waves and the froth. There is something reassuring about the sea, it lies in … Continue reading The Sea, The Sea

A poetic encounter in Port Douglas

  The month of March was hot, humid in Port Douglas. As we say in French, it was "heavy", which could only mean one thing, there would be rain within the next few days. I found shelter from the heat of the sun under a little hut, there was a table with two benches, probably for … Continue reading A poetic encounter in Port Douglas

Lonely Sailor

    "I know my limits, that's why I'm beyond". Serge Gainsbourg When I was 17, sitting in a French class, a teacher barged in and asked out of the blue if anyone with a good level of English would be interested in a French language assisting job in a British school. At the time, … Continue reading Lonely Sailor