The cradle of humanity, Africa is also the continent where I was born. My childhood was lulled by the call of the muezzin and the waves of the Atlantic Ocean. The colors and light of Morocco remain etched in my heart forever.
As soon as I had the chance, I crossed the desert to meet Black Africa, whose imprint is very present in the Maghreb, a legacy of caravans and trans-Saharan migrations.
My steps first took me to West Africa, exuberant, rich in encounters and sharing. Later, East Africa allowed me to glimpse another facet of this multifaceted continent. The beauty of the Ethiopians, whose country lies at the heart of human history, the complexity of Malagasy culture—a mix of the different peoples who have landed on the island—the Rwandan people, wounded but capable of resilience...



It was through India that I discovered Asia. Nourished by teenage readings about the hippie trail, I had always dreamed of one day exploring this mysterious country. My first solo travel experience was in Rajasthan, trekking on the roof of the world. I only returned when my son was a teenager, not wanting to expose him too young to the chaos of this disorienting country.

In the meantime, we traveled together through Vietnam, then Thailand and Laos, and finally Myanmar. Later, I returned alone to Cambodia and more recently to Indonesia. Safe and budget-friendly destinations, the routes of Southeast Asia also have the downside of becoming increasingly crowded.

But one can't help being enchanted by the architectural heritage, the temples, the landscapes, and the ever-present spirituality. When you take the time, Asia gradually reveals itself.

















You can find all my photos and details about my trip budget on my travel journal for Amsterdam.