Long distance runner, kitesurf instructor, skier and all around Adventurer and racer, I fuel my activities working as a freelance management consultant in Sydney and usually travel around in my 2005 Toyota Landcruiser Troopcarrier.
Key achievements – the rest is on my Adventures and Race page
- Crossing the Southern Alps in France on a Mountain Bike aged 16 in five days, 290kms and over 6,000m D+
- Crossing the Pyrénées on a road bike aged 20 in six days, 800kms and over 14,000m of elevation
- French national championship of multisport in a team “Raid SFR” combining Trail running, Orienteering, Mountain Biking and Kayaking
- Kitesurfing along the north tropical coast of Brazil for 5 consecutive days, crossing the 5 major rivers of the delta of Parnaiba to arrive in the dunes of Lencois Maranhense National Park
I’m born in Paris, France and was always attracted by nature and especially the mountains where my parents would take my older sister and I, hike every summer and ski every winter for the most awaited week in the year.
Even though I lived in a big city, I spent most of my free time in the forest where my parents would take me during the weekend. Surprisingly I could also spend hours by the river, fishing from sunrise to sunset and never got bored.
I can’t say that my parents or anyone in my family was ever as competitive as I was. The first sport I did, after spending my 5th year doing some kind of dancing while my sister was at her class, was Track and Field. I was 6 and I sucked at it, I wasn’t a fast sprinter, I couldn’t throw the weights very far and my jumping abilities were average however I did it all…sprint, hurdles, relay, discs, javelin, hammer, long jump, triple jump except pole vault as I was too young…and I attended a few competitions. I loved competitions for the logistics, prepping my kit, spending time with my friends and most importantly my laughing cow sandwiches. My category, don’t laugh, was “mini chick” (mini poussins) for kids aged 7 or 8. In 1996, as our club organized a celebration for the 100th anniversary of the Olympic Games, we participated into the main sports of the first Olympics. As usual I didn’t do great at anything…but for the first time, I got to run a longer distance and not only with the “chicks”, I was now 10 years old, but with other kids up to 16 years old that looked a lot stronger and taller than me. I can only remember that I caught up a lot of the older ones who started way too fast and didn’t last the four laps of the 400m outdoor track….