Mountain sports enthusiasts tend to gravitate towards increasingly bigger and bolder objectives. Trailrunners choosing trails that are of new record lengths, climbers chasing that next grade, alpinists finding that challenging dream route. With part of the appeal of these sports being the physical and mental challenge, it is only logical . . .
One year after crossing the Pyrenees, it was time for my favorite cycling companion, Nathalie, and me to set off on another journey. This time, towards the Dolomites. There is something wonderfully simple about travelling together when nothing needs to be explained. Every day follows the same little ritual, a . . .
H+48 — It's Monday. I'm sitting at my desk in front of my computer preparing the weekly update meeting. Inside my head, I am still above the magnificent lake of Thun. H-4 — Last Saturday at 8 a.m., Lucas and I woke up peacefully to . . .
H+38 — It's Monday. I'm sitting in the CHUV cafeteria, drafting this post a few minutes before stepping into the surgery block. Inside my head, I am still somewhere between Zermatt and Cervinia. H0 — Last Saturday at 10pm, Fabio, Alex, and I left Zermatt with headlamps, . . .
2025 has been an exciting year filled with beautiful moments. We shared so many unforgettable experiences together, whether in the mountains, in training, over dinner, or in unplanned moments. As IAFL celebrates its first year, we take a moment to reflect on how far we've come. Questions & . . .
The Fletschhorn region holds a special place in the history of IAFL: many amazing moments were enjoyed in its lonely valleys and particularly its hut, the Fletschhornhütte, located at the end of a beautiful ridge at 3'041m between the Saas and the Simplon region. 0:00 /0:05 . . .
Alex, member of our beloved IAFL, just did something very un-incompetent: he completed the 82 4000-meter peaks of the Alps! He started this epic adventure in 2019, and on June 28th, 2025, he stood on the summit of his final peak, closing this chapter of his mountaineering feats. . . .
« Contrairement à ce qui se passe lorsque je suis en voiture, où le paysage se donne à voir et pas à être, à vélo je suis assis dedans » Paul Fournel From one week to the next, we leave the Lausanne scenery behind to head for the Pyrenees; we trade our . . .
This Summer, we (Nathalie, Camille, Tim) had the chance to visit the Écrins National Park to hike the famous GR54a trail. The "a" stands for "alpine": instead of walking around the mountains, the trail takes us across the rocky terrain, through steep but magnificient mountain passes. . . .
We were all filled with immense excitement as we looked forward to the long-awaited IAFL mountaineering weekend. However, our anticipation was matched by growing concern when, just days before our planned adventure, we studied the weather forecast during the IAFL pre-expedition meeting. As usual, the discussion turned to . . .
It’s the morning after Lausanne-Haute Cime-Lausanne and I have far from recovered — my legs are heavy and aching and my heart is still trying to catch up from the previous day’s effort. I’m intensely happy to have had such a beautiful day with friends and . . .
I eagerly hand my ticket to the ticket agent at the Leukerbad cable car station. I hear him say, "Sind Sie bereit?" and I quickly nod in agreement. I take my ticket and rush off, perhaps a little too fast to start. Fabio will soon appear behind me . . .
Us humans are funny beings, full of quirks and curious habits. During my bachelor’s, I took a course in behavioral economics that opened my eyes to just how good we are at fooling ourselves. One of the most common ways? Discounting future costs—like the ever-relatable “I’ll . . .
(or: why ride 140 km and climb a 3,257 m peak on a random Saturday) This is the story of an adventure led by the two stubborn women of the IAFL team. The dream? Simple. Climb Haute Cime, the highest summit of the Dents du Midi, starting directly from . . .
Here we go — the first official expedition of the IAFL team! And not just any expedition: we decided to return to where it all began for Tim and me. Six months ago—in hindsight, it was less of a well-planned decision and more of a "sure, why not . . .