Playing Yo Yo

Up and down and up and down. A hiker equals a Yo Yo, and a pass having fun. One advantage though… when you can’t see how far the destination is, and simply know its name, you can only focus on enjoying every single steps of the journey.


Same and so different

Still the same… tie up the boots, pick up the back pack, chase one foot with the other one, stop for water sip, stop for snack bite, keeping chasing one foot with the other one; and still so different… another flower, another thought, another light, another discovery about oneself, another idea, another line of dreams, another bite of life!

Changes of perspectives

“Come” said the ibex, “there is a great spot there. You won’t believe how many there are, and they keep coming; must be a migration spot.”

“Really? The two legged animals without horns.”

“ Yes, those ones. Come, the evening is upon us and they always disappear in weird wooden boxes in the evening.”

Hum… question of the day… how many ibex have taken my pictures?

No turning back…

First thought in the morning, many thought in the days, last thought in the evening… Is it safe? Is it here? Please stand by me! Is it love? Hum… when your back pack becomes more than your best friend… there is no turning back.

Damn pass…

There, miles away it seems, barely visible or already too visible, and surely way too far. Still, I will be there sooner than I may thought with one very simple recipe… chasing one feet with the other and keep at it until the pass. For success? Simple recipe are the best!

Snickers smell

It happened just after 10am. Who would have thought the attack would have been so violent? Just there, on the corner of the grey rock before the pass… viciously attacked by the smell of snickers innocently fulfilling their destiny of being eaten. 5 hours later… still haunted… and 8 more km before any shops.


We know, we know… it’s all about the rhythm… the rhythm of the bag on the back, the shoe on the ground, the water in the bottle, the muscles in the legs, the walking sticks on the side, the breath in and out, the heart and its drumbeat, the balance of the bag -left right left, the hands on the side -right left right, the feet chasing one another… Find the rhythm. Find the move.


A place to sleep and rest? A name? An objective? A step that simply follows the previous one? Destination no longer matters, only the steps I take, the view I see, the path I discovered, the daily small success of reaching the night’s accommodation safely, happy, smiling with stars in my eyes.

Thought 2

21 thoughts for 12 days, not even 2 thoughts per days… tough job, especially with an average 55000 steps per day… 55000 steps per day… “What on earth I’m doing it here?” type of thoughts 55000 time? Rather… “Damn it… where is my fit-bit bracelet that at least I could break a record of my own.