Malam itu aku memutuskan untuk jalan kaki pulang dari gedung klien, meski jaraknya hampir tiga kilometer dan hujan gerimis mulai turun. Bukan karena ingin olahraga atau menghemat ongkos—tapi karena
Picture this: a 22-year-old college graduate, armed with nothing but flip-flops, a water bottle, and the unshakeable confidence that comes from watching too many adventure movies. That was me, standing at the trailhead of what
Standing at the unmarked trail junction with my phone showing “No Service” and thick fog rolling in faster than I’d ever seen, I realized that fifteen years of hiking experience meant absolutely nothing if I hadn’t done my homework.
Mon parcours professionnel, loin d’être linéaire, est marqué par une reconversion radicale qui m’a mené des études de gestion environnementale au développement informatique. Né à la Réunion, j’ai longtemps ressenti le poids de l’éloignement géographique et des opportunités limitées. C’est
The fog rolled in like a silent predator, transforming my familiar morning hike into something I’d only read about in survival stories. One moment I was confidently striding up the well-worn path to Mount Washington’s summit, and the next, I
The scorching Utah sun beat down mercilessly as I stumbled along the narrow ridge of Angel’s Landing, my vision beginning to blur and my legs trembling with each step. What started as an ambitious sunrise hike had turned into a
