Author: Céline

Ex-libraire, boulimique d’images et de rêveries en papier. Reconvertie en agent de voyages adepte de Power Points de présentations de nouveaux horizons. Reconvertie en apprentie baroudeuse.

SAIGON EXPRESS

SAIGON EXPRESS

He’s taking me on his motorbike to show me the city. I’m getting kicked in the face by Ho Chi Minh City. When I first arrive in a new country, there’s always at least a little bit of cultural shock. I’m trying to grab the meaning, the direction, the movement of lives, of people. It’s not as much of a surprise because I read about Vietnam. I’ve seen so many pictures and movies.
But right now, on Alessio’s motorcycle, that’s a whole different story: I’m experimenting Vietnam through a complex range of sensations.

WALAMI TRAIL – WATERFALLS AND SUSPENSION BRIDGES IN YUSHAN NATIONAL PARK

WALAMI TRAIL – WATERFALLS AND SUSPENSION BRIDGES IN YUSHAN NATIONAL PARK

There are several warning signs along the way about the Black Bears of Taiwan (as well as snakes, wasps, leeches and rock slides) and it’s starting to get on my nerves all those stories about deadly animals, to the point where I completely overreact and jump with fear at the sight of… a bird flying away. So long for my cold sweat followed by my laughter.

AND I FALL IN LOVE EVERY 4 MORNINGS

AND I FALL IN LOVE EVERY 4 MORNINGS

I’m often waiting for that green light, that next train departing for another mechanical lift up to the top that’s going to kick my shoes away, ignite myself like the first time, with that dizzy taste of vertigo in my mouth.
Butterflies are flapping in my stomach while riding up. Am I going too high?
My feet are not touching the ground anymore by the time you take my hand in the streets of Kyoto.