Never stop dreaming !


I encourage everyone to go on an adventure, leaving one’s comfort zone. It is a priceless luxury that only requires you to make a choice.

Going alone was by far the hardest thing to overcome. I may appear to be distant, sometimes annoying, but I need people around me. For every choice I make, I need my neighbor’s advice. Now I look back and see all the road I’ve traveled. I feel stronger, and more sensitive as well. I’ve come to enjoy being alone, and now I’m learning to live among you once again.

It’s true! I travelled so many kilometers, lived exceptionnal experiences, saw beautiful things and sometimes even shocking. Everything is still mixed in my mind. Memories are tangled together, and that way of life transformed me. During these months, adventure has become a habit. Then I flew back home, and less than a day later I came back to the comfort I was used to, to my family, my friends. Almost everything remained the same, here at home and I am feeling so confused. I must regain strength since the last months of this trip completely weakened me physically and mentally. The disease bedridden me even before I had time to enjoy my success.

Now that my indigestion has been taken care of, it feels like a blow on my head : it’s called the back-home blues. I’m staying at my parents’, I don’t want to look for my own place. I am at the edge of the sea, it’s a wonderful place, perfect for writing, perfect to breathe fresh air after a month in the most polluted capital of the world. It feels good here. I work occasionally. I give lectures, conferences, go to conventions, and tell people about my adventures.

I share the hardest and the best moments. I have the need of it, I do it with great pleasure and fierceness. Your support, your messages, and your terrible jokes are very important to me.  They were a great help when I was away, and almost as much since I’ve come back. Solidarity is all about sharing, sharing your knowledge, your experience, your life and passions. This is my way I chose to be in this world. It is part of my motivations in the different projects I realize. I do not seek to change the world, but I try to add a warm touch to it. I do not mean to bore you, but to find meaning in this life offered to us.


This sentence makes sense when you live on the road. Since I’ve seized its meaning I often stop, take the time to chat with everyone, sharing simple moments. It’s like fishing, you cast your lines and hope. Maybe you will catch something and see what lies beneath the surface.

This year was as beautiful as difficult. I traveled 17,000 km alone, on my motorbike, and managed to stay alive. I had an accident that could have ended tragically. I met hundreds of people across 18 countries. I made five indigestions, lost more than ten kilos and the little energy I had left. However I’m back stronger. Thanks to you and all those who crossed my path, I managed to get back on my feet every time. I couldn’t have hope to live more extraordinary things. I hope you were thrilled by my story, and that it made you want to leave for an adventture of your own. I wish you all to live an experience like mine.

It does not require much, and even if you might get hurt it is trully worth it! Living and preparing for adventures is like falling in love. It is tough, but once it’s over you crave for more.

It had become my life, my fuel. I’m planning for more, and I hope you’ll enjoy it.

  Une réponse pour “ Never stop dreaming ! ”

  1. Cigalou

    Très beau texte. Et intéressant : on parle souvent du voyage, rarement du retour…

  2. Motarologue

    Transforme ce blues en quelque chose de positif, et fais nous rêver avec ton prochain voyage !

    • nuagegraphik

      Le blues est passé, mais ça fait du bien d’en parler.
      Je tâcherai de ne pas faillir et de vous en faire baver !

  3. Antoine

    Hello, tu nous a mis en appétit! Fais attention tu vas devenir le plus jeune “sage” de France! Quel bonheur…

  4. Christian

    Dans ton texte, je retrouve tant de sensations vécues personnellement au cours de mes précédents voyages …. et à vivre au cours des prochaines virées.

    Cette désorientation dont tu parles après un jour d’avion, c’est ce que je ne voudrais surtout pas connaitre. J’ai trop besoin de cette lenteur dont parle si bien Nicolas Bouvier dans son très beau récit “L’usage du monde”, Ce changement dans le paysage, les coutumes que tu apprivoises au fil des kilomètres parcourus sur ta moto, ces frontières que j’assimile à des portes à ouvrir pour découvrir autre chose, ce bonheur de sentir ton corps et ton esprit se fondre dans l’environnement que tu traverses.

    J’aime partir de chez moi avec ma moto et retrouver ma maison de la même manière. J’aime le départ, quand un poids énorme semble m’étouffer avant le grand saut, quand je sens que je m’allège au fur et à mesure que les kilomètres défilent, J”aime ce moment où j’oublie le monde que j’ai laissé, où je deviens juste un nomade, un voyageur.

    Tu as mis le pied à l’étrier, comme je l’ai fait il y a 35 ans, et je sens au travers de tes écrits que tu éprouves le même bonheur.

    Je souhaite, comme je l’ai vécu, que tes retours ne seront qu’une parenthèse avant un nouveau départ, que tu te sentiras un peu plus grandi à chaque fois.

    En plus, lors de ton prochain voyage, tu vas avoir ce plaisir supplémentaire de chevaucher un pur sang,

    Très bon voyage à toi!

  5. Marc

    Merci pour ce partage.

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