Back to being a mzungu again! Or rather, this time, a toubab. Yes indeed, two years after leaving Uganda, I just found myself settling down in Sub-Saharan Africa again. But this time, acclimatisation wasn’t that difficult. Dakar is indeed somehow a mix between my two previous host cities. A long corniche on the Atlantic, calls…
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,…
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….
