Des gamins filent à scooter sur la route devant moi. (Pays Toraja, Sulawesi, Indonésie, juillet 2010)
Batutumonga. This strange and beautiful name is synonymous for me, a fantastic scooter ride in the heart of Toraja Country, in central Sulawesi. Rice fields sublime ... but rotten roads! I almost stayed in the mountains sleeping because of a flat tire.
Coucher de soleil sur la plage de Kuta. Bali.
To fight the spleen of the return, I walk on the beach of Kuta-Legian-Seminyak. A huge and splendid language of gray sand, which I love to travel in one direction then in the other, until the time of the fabulous sunset.
Lovina Beach. Bali.
Lovina Beach ... The name is nice, but I'm a little mixed about the place. Here, the tourist pressure is certainly less than in Kuta-Legian-Seminyak. Yet I feel to have been more solicited than elsewhere by the indefatigable sellers of sarongs and other trinkets!
Dans les rues de Manado. Nord-Sulawesi, Indonésie. Juillet 2007.
Today I am back in Manado, where I find the civilization and comfort of the modern world: air conditioning and hot water, shopping malls and club-sandwiches, mobile phone that captures and high-speed internet connections ...