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That's it ! I just started a new blog. His name is Travel & Travelers and that's for my duck's website, Ouest-France.fr. I will talk about trips, of course. With, always, the desire to make you discover the world, here and elsewhere ...
PRECISION - The first name of this blog for Ouest-France.fr, at its launch in April 2012, was Évasions. For reasons that I do not want to detail here, I had to give it another name, running November 2012. So I changed the name here and renamed on Voyages & Voyageurs ...
To tell the truth, I am a little worried anyway to have embarked in there. I'm not sure how I'm going to keep up the pace, with TWO blogs.
Every night, when I leave the editorial office, it's the same: I see, resigned, that the days continue to be only 24 hours, and that it is already really late, there, say so, pfff, it is not still today that I will manage to post a new article on the blog ... Blogging is a time-consuming activity and I have very little left, when I finished my day of official work.
But OK. My first "real" ticket is online. Finally.
I give you the beginning below. It's an Icelandic volcano that inspired me. As for the previous tickets, which served as a test for the start-up phase, they may remind you of something ...
The volcano that prevents planes from flying
Eyjafjallajökull, the glacier. Eyjafjöll, the volcano. What beautiful names. Mary Poppins could have invented them. This Icelandic volcano fascinates me. He spits a cloud of ash and smoke that prevents planes from flying, in northern Europe, since Thursday, April 15. The rash could last for weeks or even months!
Obviously, I would be more upset if I had a plane to take. But here, I marvel. Because the phenomenon makes me perceive, with increased acuteness, how our tiny lives are all linked on this pretty little ball that serves us as a planet.