Cold turkey

“What, we are not moving” said the legs, “what we are sitting, we can’t be sitting, seriously… sitting is new smoking. Get moving.” Pause… “Really you seriously planned to sit all day… in front of that pc… seriously”… Ah the joy of internal dialogue when you go cold turkey on hiking…


One day left… Only one day ? Where are those 174 km, 11000 meters up, 12160 going down? gone, disappeared already under the eagerness of the feet. Damn… Can I do it once again? Can I extend it for another two weeks? Rewind the reel and my world to a second beginning? The end is the beginning? Hum… the spiral has spiraled, the end is just another beginning.

On its own

Whatever the challenges of the day, it is so easy. It is simple: about walking, about moving one foot after the other, about a rucksack in place, about pacing oneself on the path, about an action to be done. But evening… whatever the easiness of the evening, it can be a challenge. The absence of tasks, the absence of actions to fill the mind, the role is unclear, the visibility may disappear with the night, and still that’s when the mind is on its own that evolution really happens!

Only in my mind?

I can see the path ahead. It looks hard, exposed, and slippery. Slight shiver. And I am now on the path, one foot after the other, simply focused, mind and feet acting with the same intention, staying firmly on the ground. Easy and big smile. Hum… looking ahead or a perception to create difficulties?

Out of Switzerland

Two people sitting, a landscape, a fog dancing with the light, a coolness in the air, a poster of a movie (out of Africa) freezing the moment into my own happiness reel. It will not be remembering, it will be turning on the reel, and the movie playing , the skin cold, the vision short, the mountain spirit in the fog, a rainbow of sensation in my own resources bag.


Each encounter on this path is about what happens next, and what happens now. The past is there, a foundation and a rock we have already climbed. But today each hikers is only looking at the stones moved at the moment and the ones of tomorrow. From day-to-past to day-to-tomorrow with an emphasis on day-to-day! A new kind of freedom, un-trapped from the already lived and completed past.

freedom or simplicity?

Suddenly two things only in my head –where I sleep this evening –what do I have to eat? Two basic questions to create rhythm in my days. Gosh… why on earth have I so many questions passing through my head on my traditional days? Joy in the freedom of simplicity!

The new smoking?

Sitting may be the new smoking of today’s world… But what about focusing only on smartphone and PC screen? The new cocaine of today’s world? A life with no dimension, right in front of your eyes, with no perception and big pictures… scarry… that bloody stupid new cocaine…


Cat got its tongue?

“Come on take a break… come one you could stop, take a bus”… would be saying the Little Devil on my left shoulder… but it’s dead quiet, must have been a rock on the way – PAF! Little Devil on the ground, knocked out – unless… the cat got its tongue! Nothing to say, it’s just too good!