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X Fall²⁶ World Tour

Posted in Running, Statistics, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 21, 2026 by xi'an

As you may have noticed from previous entries, over the past three weeks I have been almost constantly travelling, with various but mostly large amounts of luck in my travels.

Starting with a Paris-Marseille round trip for our daughter birthday, where both trains ran on time with operational WiFi and Air conditioning (and the inevitable noisy junior passengers commuting back from their vacations).

Followed a few hours later by a Paris-Lugano round trip where again the stars aligned since the flight to Milano Malpensa was on time and landed 20mn before the only direct (flexi)bus to Lugano departed. Again in time. On the way back I had to leave right after my talk (apologies!) but got a direct (if slow) train to Milano and hopped the push via Montenapoleone (!) between two Milano metro lines to reach Milano Linate with one hour to go. On time again.

One day at home to sort various pump issues (from fixing all car injectors to replacing a drainage pump that failed to stop a massive rainstorm from entering our basement, to a flat bike tyre returning from PariSanté Campus) and then a quick weekend drive to Argentan, Normandy, for which the car managed and the traffic was surprisingly smooth for the last weekend of the national August vacation break), and where I enjoyed a long run in the woody hills, one month or so prior to the Argentan half-marathon, 30 years from my first participation. Enough time back home to cook a fresh, Norman, rhubarb preserve and off to to Durham, Northumbria, by another smooth, on-time, flight, with the small hitch of the RER B—just back from being closed for an entire month—unexpectedly finishing one station too early (and a particularly noisy family returning from one amusement park). And the same on the return, via Newcastle with a glimpse from the train of the Tyne and its iconic bridge. Reminding me of my visit there for the RSS meeting in 2013, travelling with Jim Hobert.

One more day at home and at work (teaching my first Monte Carlo class of the semester) and I was back in Charles de Gaulle airport for the flight to Tokyo Haneda. With enough time to have a second breakfast in the lounge and leave my phone on my seat!, fortunately recovered a few frantic minutes later. The flight took one hour less than expected, thanks to favourable winds, with the hitches of having no AC power plug available on the plane and no Wifi on either phone or laptop, a nuisance on a 12h day flight with a talk to polish. Going through customs at Haneda was even smoother than “usual” and I only took one wrong train on my way to Yokohama. (Which happened again the next days until I decided to stick Google map schedules, which are highly accurate and constantly updated). The only hitch of the trip was the attempt at bullet summiting Fuji-san, unsurprisingly as with most of my bullet attempts!, because the weather conditions were horrendous to the point of wardens turning people off at the entry of the Yoshida path and also to the point of inducing landslides on the unique route conducting to the 5th station. I thus got stuck there with 1600 people for a few hours until the route was reopened and the shuttle restarted, obviously with some further delays in entering the (third) bus, with more confusion and jostling than usual in Japan (but also with a large proportion of foreign hikers!). Taxis were not responding either and before the news came of the reopening I was getting worried about missing my flight! While the return saw no seamless connections and no express trains, leading to a total trip time close to 5 hours, incl. a cold soba stop at a station, I still managed to reach my Haneda hotel at check-in time and to have an intense training session on their treadmill to make up for the missing 15km and 1400⁺ climb. (Rescheduling my direct bus ticket on-line proved impossible from my phone without a local help as automated translation does not work with images.) The flight back to Paris went very smoothly by the Eastern route over the pole, with AC power (making my external battery delivered by amazon.jp fortunately superfluous since it is prohibited to use on AF flights) and Wifi running. Making my working on the paper associated with the Akaike lecture way more efficient.

back from Japan [flotsam, jetsam, lagan, and derelict]

Posted in Books, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 8, 2026 by xi'an

Our last day in Japan was wrecked by Japan Airlines, as our JAL flight from Sapporo to Tokyo Haneda got delayed by five hours… The worst part was being kept in the dark about the delay till the initial departure time and then more as the actual departure time was only given hours later. An opportunity to find out that EU rules about flight compensations and passenger rights do not have a Japanese equivalent..! The only plus side of spending the day at the airport was enjoying a sashimi meal at the Sapporo airport. The next day, the erupting Krasheninnikov volcano in Kamtchatka caused a slight change of flight on the way (North!) back to Paris but Air France still managed a 45mn gain on the planned arrival time. And hardly any jetlag in the following days, as opposed to the unusually long accustomisation through the nights in Nagoya and Tachikawa.

This was the only major hitch of our trip, besides a rental car delay for missing the official translation of our driving licences. Visiting both the Japanese Alps and the island of Hokkaido was a fantastic opportunity, thanks to ISBA 2026. Along enjoying the views and hikes in both locations, I could not refrain from making a connection between the geographies and histories of the Ainus on Hokkaido and of the Haidas in the Pacific Northwest, as they both got colonised and forcibly integrated at about the same epoch, with salmon canning companies enslaving them. The settlers were demoted Union soldiers in one case and former samurais (tondenhei) in the other. Small towns on Hokkaido had some similarities with those of the American and Canadian West, with one-street layout and plenty of space between houses, except for these spaces being intensely cultivated as all of the valleys I saw during that trip. (But very little wildlife, with a single sorry-looking fox, two fleeing monkeys, a single, inquisitive, squirrel, a few deers and no bear.)

On the mountains (and volcanoes) trails, I was impressed by the involvement and preparedness of most Japanese hikers, often quite senior, in climbing volcanoes and facing bear encounters, which also made me discover a very nice local outdoor brand, Mont Bell. (Also finding out that TNF Japan© is a separate franchise with its own products.) And adopt the hiking uniform of wearing shorts and tights, which proved surprisingly comfortable!

Due to a thrombosis scare, I further had the opportunity to visit (again!) the local hospital in Omachi, Nagoya Prefecture, if getting there by bike rather than by water-ambulance. With hugely efficient processing despite the language barrier (except for the doctor with whom I briefly spoke of Mont-Saint-Michel!). And the conclusion of no thrombosis, phew!

is there a doctor on board?!

Posted in Kids, pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 9, 2025 by xi'an

When our daughter flew back from Guadeloupe during her residency, a few weeks ago, she heard midway (i.e. in the middle of the Atlantic) the dreaded (?) call from AF flight attendants for doctors in the plane to contact them. She did and, since she was both the most senior intern and with specialty the most suited to handle emergency cases, she ended up caring for a passenger suffering from respiratory issues. Fortunately, the flight was carrying medical oxygen tanks that proved enough to support said passenger all the way to a Paris airport. Once landed, an emergency team evacuated the (mostly recovered) patient in priority (but not Doctor Robert!). Amusingly, since she had purposely (!) left her doctor card in her blouse at the Basse-Terre hospital, she first needed to have a colleague on duty there to send a picture for the flight attendants to let her handle the patient!

a journal of the chaos (and rhubarb) year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 30, 2025 by xi'an

 Read Fjellet, geværet, vannet (A mountain, a gun, a lake) by Lars Ramslie (in French, published by the Chamonix based Paulsen editions). A perturbing recollection of a broken childhood between the Norwegian outdoors and violent parenting, in the shadow of an out-of-control father. To the point I found it rather hard to finish the book, the author (and son) being often borderline apologetic for his father’s violent outbursts. That he survived such a trauma is astounding. That local social services could not keep his father away is a shame… I also read E.M. Forster’s A Passage to India classic, while travelling to Chennai, which already reviewed in a separate post.

Beyond indulging in South Indian dishes and a never ending range of appams and local fruits, I made rhubarb preserve from a home-grown rhubarb planting, sometime supplemented with the first figs from our fig-tree and sometime augmented by farmer market sticks. Picked too hot a day to make a ceviche, despite a quick dip in lemon as I returned from the market. (No aftereffect, it just did not taste nice.) And panned an experimental monkfish liver that proved nice and ejnoyable (and with a very mild taste compared with the veal liver I had to eat once a week as a child).

Watched nothing on the flights to and from India. Not even my neighbours’ screens! But watched the Japanese TV series The Hot Spot that is rather funny if not hilarious, and on the lengthy side (esp. all the lunch meetings in Mont Blanc (!) restaurant). Still, the mundane lives of all characters, including the alien—who suffers from all too human shortcomings!—, and  the ever-present backdrop of Mount Fuji make the show worth watching for a while. (A second season feels superfluous, mind.)

a journal of the wars year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 18, 2025 by xi'an

 Read Patrick Dewdney’s La Maison des Veilleurs, the fourth volume in this fantastic fantasy series. Only to realise by the end that this was not the end! The setting is the same as in the previous volumes, which makes this one less exciting and prone to extended lazy episodes. The main character, Syffe, keeps puzzling about his destiny and culpability in past events, and it took me a while to get re-hooked, but this remains a remarkable creation. Hopefully soon to be completed! During my Singaporean trip, I also read Sayaka Murata’s Earthlings which is a short fantasy in the Murakami sense, a disrupting mixture of realism (and nostalgia of childhood days) and of unreal behaviours of the characters. The story revolves around mental and sexual aggressions of the main character as a pre-teen, from a paedophile teacher as well as an abusive mother and a transparent father. The story gradually turns away from any pretence to realism and the end is a wee bit of a disappointment. Still worth reading imho. As well as Graham Greene’s The Man Within, which I had not read before (during an episode of intense exploration of his work, following the discovery of The End of the Affair and Brighton Rock). This is one of the earliest Greene’s, and it does contain many hints and premises of the great books to come, with the themes of pursuit, guilt, salvation already there, but as such, the story is rather awkward and contrived, with unnatural dialogues, inner thoughts revolving in circles, and a complete lack of realism in the scenario. The style itself is definitely Greene’s, with beautiful descriptions of the landscape. (I wonder why the cover features the famous Preikestolen cliff on the Lysefjord  rather than the more sedate Shoreham downs, where smuggling French alcohols makes sense!)

Made no cooking for an entire week but enjoyed the almost infinite variety of Singaporean cuisines, with some nice discoveries. If missing the chili crab session on two consecutive nights! (And, coïncidence!, sat next to the same passenger on both flights between Paris and Singapore. If not the same crew as it happened once between Amsterdam and Calgary.) Had a weekend to recover and make most of my “classics”, incl. the weekly whey buckwheat galettes. And missing once again to keep an aquafaba mousse mouss-y enough!

Watched one episode of When Life Gives You Tangerines, which features Jeju women (haenyeo) diving for abalone harvesting (which I tasted in Singapore, if not likely from Jeju). And (at last) Oppenheimer on my flight back, as a way to fight sleep towards resetting my internal clock. Which I mostly enjoyed, despite some awkwardness in the scenario and an old-fashioned way of flipping between different eras, with black and white episodes in case one does not notice. And a very poor treatment of female characters. The ghastly moments when the team celebrates the destruction of Nagasaki and Hiroshima or when officials refuse to drop from the nuclear arm race are quite strong, especially these days. Among the MCMC originators, only Edward Teller is involved in the story, from his obsession with the H bomb to his testimony against Oppenheimer at the high of the McCarthy Red Scare… I also sped through Companion, a lame movie about support robots turning into killers that offers little in either thriller or comic perspectives. Possibly written by ChatGPT?!