Mayday on the Ho Chi Minh trail

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 way out of the comfort zone

After leaving Canada I had planned to travel to Australia. I was curious about this part of the world but I also needed to work to fund my trip. However, going straight there seemed to me like experiencing similar cultures. After this year of touring... Read more

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Fingers crossed

Vietnam was my first choice. The beautiful landscapes and the history definitely got my attention. I was pretty interested in Hanoi and indeed this place surprised me several times. I spent two weeks there to prepare for the rest of my journey. In eager to... Read more

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Broken from the inside

After a few days, the mechanic started feeling weird. I stopped several times to figure out where it could come from. I cleaned my bike from the dirt and oiled my parts. After that things sounded better, for a time. One day, as I was... 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.