New Zealand

STORIES ON ALTERNATIVE ACCOMODATIONS

STORIES ON ALTERNATIVE ACCOMODATIONS

The other night I was invited to talk about my experiences when it comes to accommodations while travelling during a workshop about alternative tourism. It was all organized by the Enjoy’In hostel, which is a project to build a social and eco-friendly hostel in Mulhouse, the city I’m now living in.
I didn’t feel very legitimate to speak right after the Mulhouse’s tourist office and other touristic related companies. What could I bring? In the end, I decided to do as I always do when it comes to talking about travel: I simply told stories.

GEOCACHING WHILE TRAVELLING

GEOCACHING WHILE TRAVELLING

Geocaching is like a huge treasure hunt, on an international scale. Yep, that’s right, you can actually find little treasures everywhere in the world. When I say treasures, I’m obviously not talking about tonnes of gold, opals, Aladdin’s lamp or I-Phone 6 –no, no, no. The Geocaching’s treasures are more or less like the little surprises you can find into Kinder Eggs or the things you were secretly keeping into your child’s treasure box, the one in which you used to put tonnes of stickers, boondoggles, or finger puppets.

La Nouvelle Zélande – Vie Pratique pour Baroudeur/se en Carton

La Nouvelle Zélande – Vie Pratique pour Baroudeur/se en Carton

J’ai participé récemment au Salon du PVT à Paris, un Salon créé et organisé par le site PVTistes.net. J’étais présente en tant que bénévole pour faire part de mon expérience de PVTiste sur le stand de la Nouvelle Zélande en

THE INNER MESS OF BEING BILINGUAL (or at least trying to.)

THE INNER MESS OF BEING BILINGUAL (or at least trying to.)

Really soon, I started to think in English and dream in English. Not all the time, even sometimes my head was mixing up both languages, in a very specific fluent and neat way, and yet very understandable. My inner voice integrated this new language quite naturally. And hearing it everywhere all around me, every day, and sometimes continuously (meaning without any French interruption for a while) brought my inner voice(s) to speak to me in English. It could have seemed such a hullabaloo from the outside, but those voices kind of established themselves very naturally, without any confusion.

A YEAR TRAVELLING NEW ZEALAND - AND RETURNING "HOME"

A YEAR TRAVELLING NEW ZEALAND - AND RETURNING "HOME"

I think about New Zealand every single day. Sometimes a picture of a mountain pops up into my mind. Sometimes it’s Lake Te Anau, some other times it’s a familiar face. When I think of some specific situations and occasions, it draws a smile on my face. I often close my eyes and breathe deeply for I need to regain some states of mind, plenitude, calm, and confidence.
Then, comes up a song. Hundreds of songs, actually.