Canada: a striking night

My name is Olivier, I am from France and I am currently working as a physiotherapist.

Between 2010 and 2014 I performed a touring trip across Canada, South-East Asia and Australia.

I could not imagine for a second all the things that would happen after putting my foot for the first time on my pedal.

UNFORGETTABLE MOMENTS

"The real voyage of discovery consist not seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes." Marcel Proust

A huge country

Canada is a huge country to begin with when you have no touring experience. I knew that going from Toronto to Vancouver was a 6000km journey on a bicycle but I didn’t know what it meant. I remember that before starting my trip people were... Read more

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A piece of cake

But before reaching Vancouver I also had to cycle through Saskatchewan “The land of the Living Sky”. People told me a lot about the mountains but very few about the prairies. From what I have heard of, they were made of endless roads fading away... Read more

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I was very wrong about that…

I was very wrong about that… First of all, a flat land only means that you have absolutely no shelter. The sun is crushing, a billion starving swamp mosquitoes are waiting for you to take a few seconds to break, the wind makes you feel... Read more

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BIO

My name is Olivier, I am from France and I am currently working as a physiotherapist.

Between 2010 and 2014 I performed a touring trip across Canada (with a fundraiser), South-East Asia and Australia. What made this trip special is that I invited my followers to decide for each of my step on a weekly online poll.

Then I shared the best (and worst) moments I had on the road they had voted for.

But to be honest I didn’t plan to do all that.

Before I started this journey I was working as a personal trainer in Paris, and things were slowly settling down. I guessed this is where something bit me and a small voice was trying to tell me something. Grounding roots provides strength and stability, but it also felt that I would commit me to a place and a schedule.

It’s only when I moved away that the noise inside me turned into words: Montréal, Boston, New York then Toronto, where I jumped on my bicycle everything really started. Then the story went on for over three years: cycling, tenting, being cold, sleeping wet, repairing the bike, being alone, meeting people, partying, working and keep going.

I could not imagine for a second all the things that would happen after putting my foot for the first time on my pedal.