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I like this expression Anglo-Saxon. Overseas: literally "across the seas, overseas". Understand: "elsewhere, overseas".
A promise from other continents and distant horizons. The more I get into life, the more I dream ofoverseas. Always, this irresistible desire elsewhere ...
I'll come back and talk about Asia, very quickly. From my last escapade in July, I still have to tell you about my island stay in Derawan, off Borneo, in the Celebes Sea. And then to mount my underwater videos shot in Sipadan ...
But since my return, at the end of July, another overseas trots in my head.
A still vague project. Which I was hoping to realize in the spring, perhaps. And then, a miraculous and unexpected window of free time popped up in my September schedule, at the very end of the month. Ah, there, there... How could I resist?
So that's it: I've decided to cross a new ocean, to go across the Atlantic. Destination? Montreal!
It remains for me to potash the travel guide Montreal from the Quebec publisher Ulysses. thanks to Pascalfor his advice on the subject, always advised. And to say that I have not yet found the time to immerse myself in it ... (Note that there is also a digital version to download, like the Lonely Planet.)
I don't take my diving equipment with me and I fly to the West instead of to the East!
A first, for me. I have never set foot on the American continent. The two times I took a transatlantic flight, I stopped just before In the Caribbean.
In Montreal, I'm going to visit some friends who are staying there for a year. And I hope to finally meet, "for real," my sister Marie-Julie Gagnon.
No bubbles in anticipation, therefore, for this Canadian week. But new discoveries, a change of scenery of another kind. An American and urban trip on French soil, which promises to be exciting.
That I like to feel this small inner trepidation, this excitement that is reborn with each new project of travel. It's more than impatience. An irrepressible desire to go elsewhere ... overseas.