When I arrived in Casablanca, I thought I would finally be able to swim in open water half of the year. Haha (or hh, in Morocco), how naive was I. Not only are the waves two or three meters high, but the Atlantic’s water is freezing 90% of the year 😐. So, I will rather…
When I started running years (and years…) ago, I had no idea that I could injure myself just while running. After all, it’s not a contact sport like rugby or handball (the king sports in my family), it’s not as dangerous as skiing (the king sport in my region). Except slipping on a patch of…
If you’ve been following me in my previous adventures, you know that I’m not only an avid runner but that I’m also trying to convert myself into a serious decent swimmer. For a long time, swimming has only been for me a makeshift activity when I was injured and could not run (which happened too…
Somehow a different kind of post here, as I’ll talk about food and nutrition. That said, trying new food and adapting to the eating habits and local products is part and parcel of travelers’ and expats’ life. So here is a selection of my favourite local food I am/was eating on a regular basis in…
A short blog to share with you the routes I could try in various cities during my stay in Morocco, whether I was travelling for work or for fun. I couldn’t try and compare different routes as I only ran once in every city (except Tangiers but I just sticked to the corniche). Each time,…
I know many blogs have been written already about running safely as a woman. Reason being that unfortunately, sexist and inappropriate remarks, annoying guys and sexual harassment do happen in every country. I also faced problematic behaviours and remarks when running in France: the catcalls in Paris’ streets, the bad jokes in Grenoble, and I…
Spoiler: yes, I may have found in Casablanca one of my favourite running spots so far. At least probably my favourite expatriation destination so far. In any case, definitely a second home. But first let’s rewind, because that story didn’t start so well, though, did it? First, I arrived in Morocco still mourning Uganda, without…
If Rwanda is called “the land of a thousand hills”, Uganda could legitimately clame a similar name. The capital city, Kampala, is perched at 1000 meters high in average, the top of some hills exceeding 1300 meters. Originally built on 7 hills (now it has spread on many more), there is basically no way to…
Ah Kampala, my first real job, my first time settling down somewhere for more than 8 months and, above all, my first time in Africa! And for a first step on the continent, I found myself in one of the cradles of running, the homeland of Cheptegei and some of the world’s best long-distance runners….
If you are settling in or traveling to a new city and wonder where to go for a run, running and GPS apps can be a good source of inspiration. As I’ve been regularly moving to different cities, I had the opportunity to test and try some of them whether it was to understand where…
