These days of rest in Tangier compel me to delve into profound moments of reflection. Reflecting on the past, it feels nearly
Read MoreIt's 6 am. The first rays of sun penetrate through the small window of my room along with the melody of the drops of the downpour that
Read MoreThe gentle patter of rain echoes in the narrow alley outside my room. Little by little, it wakes me up from a slumber that has stretched for over 14 uninterrupted hours. Snug under my
Read MoreAfter several days living within the bubble of Fes' medina, it's time to carry on. At this point, as I draw closer to
Read MoreIn strict terms, I could state that I'm spending my days in Fes. However, it's more honest to say that
Read MoreI could have easily stayed in that charming little town at the foot of the Todra Gorge indefinitely. Sipping mint tea, savouring tagine, and
Read MoreWhen I take my days off in Ouarzazate, it feels like I've stepped into a story straight out of an Arabian tale. This city, situated on a plain at
Read MoreA few hours after leaving Tan Tan, an immense force seizes control of the bicycle. It's an utterly unexpected moment, leaving me
Read MoreIt is 6 am; the sun rises on the Saharan horizon. I'm curled like a slug, buried deep down in my sleeping bag. A trickle of air seeping up to
Read MoreThe psychological effort I need to leave this service station is immeasurable. There is nothing around it in about 200 km in every direction,
Read MoreI pedal with my head wrapped in my turban and my eyes sheltered behind my sunglasses. The glow of the incandescent sand in the midday sun blinds me. In this Saharan
Read MorePasaron 10 años desde que comencé a viajar en bicicleta por el mundo y no tengo planes de cambiar de medio de transporte, pero si tuviera que elegir un medio motorizado en el que yo no
Read MoreMy original desire to leave Atar early so that I could cover as much distance as possible is frustrated, as is often the case, by my predilection for
Read MoreMost travelers who cross this region of Africa do so by following the most direct route, which is the one that follows the coast of the continent. However, my intention is not
Read MoreAs soon as I get off the taxi, the stench assaults my nostrils penetrating deep into my lungs. For a few seconds I hold my breath to digest the impact. I exhale, and try to
Read MoreRosso, the main border crossing between Senegal and Mauritania, has one of the worst reputations in all of Africa. Among travelers, stories abound of
Read MoreI leave Dakar full of energy. I feel like new. I shaved after 5 months, I cut my hair, I got deodorant and everything smells of soap because I washed the few clothes I have. It is not just any
Read MoreTwo months have passed since I left the Atlantic Ocean at Grand-Bassam. I have since left Sub-Saharan Africa, this time permanently after so long. I returned to the Sahel, advancing through the
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