100.000 photos. This is the bounty I come back with from this two hundred and thirty-four days trip across Nepal, India and Japan. Like many travellers, after months on the road, I longed to return home even though I knew that, after the first week of enjoying the delights of the Western lifestyle, I would quickly get bored and then look back with nostalgia on the carefree days spent through the mountain paths, in atypical

I still find it hard to realise that what should have been a three months trip just ended after two years and two months of adventure between the Arctic and the Himalayas. It is not without a certain emotion that I remember how everything started. Back in Tromsø, Norway, I was at work, stuck behind my computer, reading a few travel photography blogs during the breaks, dreaming that one day I would be the one

When I travel through unknown territories, I often have misconceptions about the place, some kind of biased impressions about landscapes and atmospheres, leading me to a certain disillusion. In order to adapt to novelty and its inherent photographic potential, I then have to go through a ‘mourning’ phase in which I break these misconceptions, opening my mind to a brand new universe. That’s actually what just happened to me in Ireland. Anchored deep inside my mind,

It has been two weeks already since I left the frozen ground of Finnish Lapland. I would be a liar to say that coming back in France had been easy. After such an experience I think everyone would need to take a little bit of time in order to get used to city life again. Then, after two weeks of good food and good wine (French style readaptation therapy), I finally decide to write this