After a while, things started to look alive and all of a sudden this journey is not as lonely anymore.
Reaching Lyon in a Leonard Cohen Live Album time span.
Given the flat nature of this new French environment, the need to find three-dimensional trees, houses or anything else, works as a secondary fuel.
A sled to slide them all.
Probably reaching France and leaving the Alps once and for all (finally).
The unknown flatland ahead gives a pleasant feeling of relief.
The first snow approached.
On my way up the Matterhorn peak, between horrible vertigo, solitude and a first glimpse of agoraphobia.
“Frosty morning” helps to ease the dark night.
On my way through and out of Lugano towards the higher Alps.
A series of paranormal encounters.
Paddling towards what I thought was Como, through what I thought was Como’s lake.
Apparently I got lost and now I’m in Lugano, Switzerland.