I was terribly stressed when flying, I was afraid of tropical insects and wild animals… yet I travelled to the Amazon jungle, the Galapagos Islands, and the African savanna. I couldn’t last more than half an hour on my feet, but I went climbing on Mount Kilimanjaro. I was risk-averse, and still, I let myself hang onto the liana of the dead all the way to the world beyond. I wasn’t used to being alone, but loneliness has been my friend for years. I was unhappy, then happy, then unhappy again. Then I said to myself: I’m done, I’m tired, I don’t want to chase happiness nor run away from misery anymore. I abandoned the triumph over my limitations as abruptly and violently as I had begun to fight against them. I wanted to stop being afraid, to stop being in need of anything.

My solitary travels began timidly in Greece, gained momentum at Santiago de Compostela, continued to Nepal, Cuba, Malaysia, Kenya, and Tanzania, and then moved to South America. They included expeditions into the jungle of Borneo, in the Himalayas, or in the Serengeti during the wildebeest migration. For more than seven years, my adventures have taken me further away, on five continents, from the Arctic Circle to Tierra del Fuego and from the Tibetan Plateau to Easter Island, to nearly 60 countries…

This journey was also a story of inner transformation. It started with my struggle against Lyme disease and a generalized anxiety disorder, and then gradually pushed me across boundaries, while forcing me to accept solitude. However, when I least expected it, a near-death experience made me question everything and change course completely.

The stories on this website, animated by my curiosity and love for nature, encapsulate memories from parts of the world that are now facing irreversible threats. I hope they will offer, in addition, a chance to reflect on what deserves to be changed and what not…