I used to be like every other holiday-maker. Until I fell in love with a strange and mysterious, dangerous and exotic place: Africa.
My first African adventure was a five day trip to Morocco while I was still studying. Although Morocco was only a short flight away from Spain, just over an hour, it was very obviously on another continent and
to Europe. The people, the smells, the sounds – even the air was foreign to me. I was completely overwhelmed and the days flew by very quickly. I returned, covered in insect bites and with the knowledge that I am going to be back in Africa as soon as I could manage it – even though I didn’t quite know why. Continue reading When the African Travel Bug (and Other Bugs) Bit Me