Crossing Life by bike, foot, boat… always with Heart & Courage
My bike. A Sequoia! Like the tree… Solid! During my trip across Canada, I was often asked questions about my bike and its equipment. Now that I am back, I have more time to answer your questions. Here are your questions: Which bike did you choose and why? How much does it weigh? The bike …
The return… My arrival in Montreal. September 7 – Campbelton to Sainte-Florence : 75 km Back in Quebec… After a salutary stop with my family. A family that was kind enough to take me to Campbelton to spare my tired legs despite a nice break with them. It’s clear that the end of my …
My New World ! The Peregrines are having fun ! August 27 – to Cape Pele, New Brunswick : 53 kilometres As I hit the new coast of this province, I ride with a headwind and my thighs burn… I continue and try to adapt to this new environment, much more populated than the …
My intimate tides… I started my tour of the other Maritime provinces. Starting with the ‘Cabot Trail’. Having arrived in Nova Scotia and having left my friends, on August 17th, I decided to go first to Sydney. I am very happy to be heading towards the Cabot Trail. But first I have to fix my …
Between dream and reality… By dint of contemplating the sea, one day you end up taking it. As you know, I had to cross from Newfoundland to Nova Scotia and I managed to do it by sailboat… Wow, the dream! A dream that I had been dreaming about for at least fifteen years. And now …
Arrival at the right place. To leave again… “The boat that is held in port does not learn to sail.” My last few days on Newfoundland and its coasts were quite an epic! Rejected on the mainland by the big commercial ferries, I had to find another way to leave the wonderful island to reach …
From coast to coast… My challenge was to cross Canada from coast to coast on my trusty bike… Well, it’s done ! But it’s not over yet !… Here is the story (mostly in pictures) of the last weeks of peregrinations in Newfoundland. Friday 30th July. From Eastport to Dildo, 212 kilometres. After a few …
I am tired. And I’m hungry. Lines everywhere… Natural, manufactured, organic, like paths traced more or less ephemeral, to be left behind, to be followed to the end or not, to be cared for in order to better harvest… Like life itineraries that one must leave, that one wishes to accomplish or that one can …
Visit to an island at the end of the world… Fogo. “I found my treasure island. I found it in my inner world, in my meetings…” – Hugo Pratt I have a few dis-eases to confide in you…
Sleeping on a new island. Before bedtime, a short video. Before continuing my journey to Fogo Island, I was attracted by ‘the New World Island’ ! How could I resist the novelty ! And I did well to make this diversions by going north, I discovered Twillingate and a park with an evocative name: the …