It has been three years since the last update, but I am here now. It was a three-digit bill from my internet host service, which had the effect of an electric shock and I could not continue to pay for something I no longer use. But I also couldn't delete this little website that I coded with my own fingers during a few months...
Moreover, since the beginning of this year, I started getting interested in video editing to produce vlogs . It enormously amuses me and I take pleasure making memories for the future me. In addition to filming, I have not lost my attraction for photography and that is why I carry my camera in one hand and my phone in the other, wandering and discovering the world... Well... The world. For the moment, I have only driven in France and Spain... For my vlog, here is the link to my channel YouTube/kitofoto. Come join my strong community of 28 subscribers! Ha ha ha!
I tried to impose to myself one video per week, but in reality, it depends on my mood. Sometimes I take refuge in a relatively isolated place and stay there for several days, or a week, because it does me good to get away from society. But that habit translates into an absence of landscapes and adventure that I am able to share with you.
For a while, I thought video could replace photography in creating memories. And I was thinking of leaving my camera on my truck when I wander city or the wilderness. Then I realized that it was stupid to make a choice between these two formats which are complementary. Especially since I only started filming six months after the beginning of my vanlife. My hard drives are full of photos and I prefer to share them here on my site rather than social networks. So !
It's been a year since I hit the road and my first destination was Normandy. Why Normandy? For the Parisian that I am, I wanted to join the Atlantic coast for my start in nomadic life. Because the sea is synonymous with holidays, escape, freedom...
So I joined the Bay of Somme! I'm not going to lie, I suck at local geography, like departments, regions, all of that. I just followed the highway and went a little too far north. It happens to everyone, to take the wrong exit at the roundabout... I remember smiled stupidly while driving on these countryside roads in the middle of wheat fields, as I truly appreciated those landscapes. A year after having crisscrossed the roads, I still quite often utter cries of wonder or I just smile alone when the landscape is beautiful. So I started my trip in the Somme, then I joined this rainy Normandy for my first two-week van trip. In order to discover this part of France and above all, this way of life that I fantasized about since my return to France after living five years in China.
I remember that once parked, despite the rain, I got out of my van, enthusiastic, ready to discover the small town of Cayeux-sur-Mer, as if after successive confinements, I had to "live" every moment and the the rain was not going to stop me. After all, even though I'm a sweetie, I'm not made of sugar... Well, I came home 1 hour later, soaked to the skin and once I had changed into warm sweatpants, the sun started to come up from the cloud. It was that moment that I realized enthusiasm is good, but the comfort of being dry is better. Spoiler alert! I didn't see much sun during those two weeks.
For a long time, for me, vanlife, this way of life had to be synonymous with daily adventure. Every day I had to do something. But it's wrong. That doesn’t suit me. There are days when I do nothing, I don't visit anything and it suits me perfectly. I no longer feel guilty. But it took me a long time to figure it out.
In my first vlog, I said that the most important thing in travel is to find your rhythm. After a year on the road, I realized that I was a slow traveler, that's how I enjoy my journey. On the Spanish coast, at the exit of the Sierra d'Irta natural park (the vlog is available here ), I met a couple in the parking lot, who told me that the same morning they had left Cordoba 700 km away, that they had visited Spain and Morocco in only two weeks of time. Thousands of kilometers devoured in such a short time, implies that they spent more time driving than anything else... But they seemed satisfied. Everyone lives on different rhythm and nothing wrong about it.
What is my point? That I've been living on the roads for a year now. I've driven 10,000 km and started vanlife under the rain in Cayeux-sur-Mer.
Kitofoto
