Here's at last the explanation of the cryptic last strip : I'm taking a long jump over the Pacific, to reach New Caledonia , where I'll be participating to a Lovecraft Festival, organised by Noumea's Sci-Fi Club. For the one that ignore what " Nouvelle Caledonie " is, it's just another piece of the dead colonial French empire , a beautiful red and green rock lost in the middle of the ocean, surronded by a gorgeous lagoon. I coudn't refuse the club's invitation, with such a nice place to visit... Sharks, endemic tarantulas, Lovecraftian convention and Kanak culture, that's a good program!
