In a few hours I will be on my way to Lofoten Islands, Norway, back where I belong. Norway has always had an important place in my heart and I have been thinking of seeing her again one day or the other since I left her. I am then very excited about this new adventure although, I admit it, a little bit anxious too. I mean, this is the very first time I am traveling

Stronger than ever after the 400km trek around Annapurna I had the chance to experience last spring in Nepal, I could certainly not stop like this. Once adventure grabs you by the guts, odds are that, as a drug, it will eat you from the inside. Then the only thing your body and soul desire is to leave the comfort and routine of daily life to go back into the wild and live in the worst conditions,

This is a common morning. I am enjoying the usual porridge along with a warm coffee. Through the window, I can see the sun waking up behind the snowy mountains, last stronghold of earth before the dark sea that surrounds us. I can easily imagine myself among this stone and ice desert when suddenly my phone rings. Tomorrow I have to leave Gamvik. This is my last chance if I don't want to miss my

-- Boost the statistics of your blog, lesson 1 : use the word 'Sex' : Check! --  Joke aside, the original title of this post should have been 'Sea, Snow & Sun'. Sorry for those who were already dribbling and awaiting for hot and pithy news … even if my hairy roommates (three wonderful huskies) are sometimes pretty up for it! ;) As I am writing these words, it has already been ten days since I arrived

Eight hours and a half driving, a spin followed by a crash in a snow mount, a belt repaired on the parking lot of the last supermarket in Finland and a wild lunch in front of the toilets of the same supermarket. This was the price to pay to arrive finally in Gamvik, a small Norwegian village of one hundred and fifty inhabitants, the northernmost village in continental Europe. I feel privileged to enter into this

After more than two months of Kaamos, he is shyly coming out again. His warm lights illuminate the frozen textures of lake Muddus and turn its ice and snow carapace into an amber colored playground. The fine layer of frost covering the thick snow over the lake crushes under my feet. I sink knee-deep into it and every single stride becomes a challenge. The large breaths I take feel like little razors sliding into my lungs but the

After the pathetic and frustrating aurora hunt we had yesterday, tonight will be the occasion for a pleasant   and traditional meal from my home country, a good old raclette whose caloric surplus will certainly be useful for the forthcoming days. I decide to go look for my new photographer colleague, Jamie, sitting in the pub and sipping a pint of Lapin Kulta, the famous Lapland beer (brewed in Poland…). "Nothing to see tonight despite