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

First part of the story can be found here. The crossing between Dolpa1 and Mugu districts is more than just a jump over an administrative border. We have been walking for eight days, oscillating between 3000 and 5600m in untouched wilderness, watched over by glaciers, climbing treacherous slopes and crossing wild rivers. After some time, the strength of the raw Himalayan nature can feel overwhelming. I must admit I somehow feel happy to finally reach the village

Since I came back from my first trek in Nepal four years ago, I’ve been fascinated by the work of Eric Valli, a French photographer and film maker famous for his work on Dolpo, one of the most remote regions of the Nepalese Himalayas. While researching for this long-term voyage, I was secretly hoping to find a way to get there. Experiencing Dolpo with my own senses was a dream. One day, on my Facebook

Japan is a polarising country, the kind of place you love or hate, or actually love and hate at the same time. At the image of the yin and yang, the opposites of the land of the rising sun rather complement each other than confront, a place where concepts western culture would consider as conflicting can actually cohabit in harmony. How stupid was I, though, to think that travelling in Japan would be a relaxing experience.

A few years ago, I had to cancel my trip in Ladakh for family reasons, just after arriving in Leh. Since then, I kept somewhere in my mind the idea of coming back to “the land of the high passes” and learn more about the people that inhabit this unwelcoming landscape. Ladakh being quite vast, I had to decide which place I would dedicate my trekking month to. After discussing about it with Zanskari friends,

It has been pouring with rain since the early morning in the little town of Bimthang, in the Manaslu Conservation Area, where I’m writing these notes. Monsoon has been looming over us for a while, transforming the summits I wanted to photograph into cloud magnets. Eventually, the dreaded bringer of rain has arrived, just one day after we crossed Larke pass, probably one of the most fulfilling day on this trek. Looking through the window of

My pants are still too large. The few days spent in Kathmandu were clearly not enough to catch up on fat, but if I want to get a chance to photograph Buddha’s birthday’s celebration in a remote Buddhist village of the Tsum valley, I have to go now. From the town of Soti Khola, three long days of walk in the heat of the jungle will lead us to Chumling, the first village of the