I can hardly believe it! For almost a year, I sweated energy and brain juice to write my book " Histoires à dormir dehors Which was officially launched in Montreal about three weeks ago.

Reflections from my father André on my trip and our month together.

For the home stretch with the sire, we hang our feet in a surprise pass and with the Vietnamese airport bureaucracy.

Almost arrived at the end of this month with my father, we enter Hue, in central Vietnam, and receive some invitations.

On the border between the north and the south of Vietnam, we discover a difficult life for its inhabitants. And extraordinary resilience.

Riding a bike in Vietnam is trying to find a balance between quiet moments and the aggressiveness of the noisy road. But when driving as a family, this balance is more easily found.

On the paradise island of Cat Ba, I look like a tourist. But not really for the right reasons!

After a 35-hour trip, three flights and long stopovers, my father landed at 1am at the Hanoi hotel where I was patiently waiting for him. Father and son will spend January driving around Vietnam.