I may look in my memory as far as it allows me, but I do not remember when, one day, the sea entered my life. It has always been there, showing itself rather as the essence of my constitution. If I remember anecdotes of my youngest age, relative to something that some people name as their passion, I was just and logically realizing the toughts which occupied my mind.

So I began the construction of my first boat which was going to allow me to cross the atlantic ocean in my garden at the age of six. I reinvented the “narguile” at seven and the regulator at eight. I occupied the next years flirting with the limitsof apnea in the family bath, making my first diving equipments, from the largable belt borrowed in the car of my father and transformed for the cause, into the mould which served me to melt lead, shielded from my mother’s beating.

All of these efforts were crowned by my first dive at eleven meters for my eleventh birthday. The first stone of the adventure of my life was solidly sealed, and fortunatly, because everything wich will come to build itself all around has never stopped growing.

All my life will be employed and marked out by sea activities at the rate of a small family which constituted and accompanied me around each projets and its evolution. So the team we form today, still the same for the last thirty years even if we added two small supplementarys sailors. It always garantees success for my projects as well as victories in testcrossings, as difficult as unexpected.

Struck in full flight, whithout fun udintended words, because it is a paraglinding accident which came to deprive me of all the physical intergrity necessary to exercise my profession of scuba-diving instructor, a new challenge appeared on my road, that one which must allow me to return in the world where I belong the palmipeds world.

My reeducation, finally continue to be articulated around the sea world but a little more on the surface this time, even in altitude, but never far from the liquid element. It is in another silent world I am leading this fight, which even outdoors will stay my longest dumping.

It is in Brittany, in my native land, in front of the sea of Iroise that I was finishing my convelescence. I chose this land called “Finistère” (literally “the end of earth”) because it represents the point of departure for sailors who were called by the ocean. The sea is calling me back again, and I am not going to resist longer, and even if I have not really left you, it is time for me to find you again.

See you soon, Yvan.