My bank account is getting pretty light. Despite quite a cheap way of traveling mostly based on volunteering and camping, I knew that the day would come when I would face, for the last time of this adventure, the excitement of thinking of the last place to visit. This day eventually came and I am now ending the preparations of this last trip that will begin in two days. Continue reading article
Some rain, then a thick fog now hide this lake I came to photograph for the third time: the first time was dark and bland, and the second was, despite the wonderful lights, without my camera — yes, I did forgot it! Is Lago di Carezza cursed? I stand resolute and wait, hoping an opening in this impenetrable mass of steam. The fog comes and goes, the lake is limpid and its reflection perfect. Slowly, what I thought was a scourge transforms. In silence I can hear the sylvan spirits of the Dolomites at work. What are they planning? Continue reading article →
4:15 AM. Short night. The alarm clock rings. No rain clinking on the tent. It is a good sign. I put on my wet clothes and walk towards the car. Although easily accessible — meaning probably over-photographed —, yesterday I’ve been caught by the beauty and the mystic atmosphere of Lago di Carezza and then decided to go back there for dawn. But after twenty minutes of driving through passes, It feels like something is missing. Something simple and obvious, an object that is absolutely mandatory in such a situation. Continue reading article →
After a month and a half stuck in my bed and a few weeks of rehab because of a sciatica, this last weekend has been a good occasion to start a harder rehab. Along with my fellow photographer Daniel Paravisini, we decided to go trekking in the Vercors Regional Natural Park in order to climb Grand Veymont, its highest summit. The program was: a 1000m difference of height to be climbed in three hours, around 20kg on the back, a sunny weather —unfortunately— and a sleepless night because of strong winds… I’ve known softer rehabs! :)
A bit of nostalgia today. Exactly one year ago, in Boudhanath, Buddhists from Kathmandu were gathering by thousands to celebrate Buddha enlightenment day. During the night, the devoted Buddhists would turn around the stupa 108 times while reciting mantras. It could take until the following morning. However, for the younger ones, this was more an occasion to spend a night with friends and even sometimes date…
After such a ceremony, I was blessed for the Himalayan adventure that would start the following morning.
Getting out of the five layers of woollen blankets, ultimate shields against the frozen nights, does involve an extra effort. As I walk out of the teepee I can see the morning fog crystallising into tiny diamonds that sparkle in the air. As they see me, reindeers stand up straight and stare at me with black and globulous eyes expressing both suspicion and curiosity. My stay with the Tsaatans starts here at the pace of winter. Continue reading article →
I didn’t really have time to rest during the few days I spent in Khatgal. Sitting in the car between one of the wrestlers I met yesterday and the frozen carcass of his horse, we drive towards Mörön at the pace of an overloaded car. There, he will sell his meat and I will take a minibus and reach the winter camp of a group of Tsaatans, the Mongolian reindeer herders. Let’s go to the taïga! Continue reading article →