My little sister was always scared to death by elephants. When we lived in East Africa, many a week-end and all school holidays meant “safari”. A swahili name that just means “trip”. And off we’d go to see lions, cheetahs, giraffes, zebra, gazelles and elephants. And Sis’ would recoil inside the car whenever my father…
“Jouet de l’océan.” The ocean’s toy. Brittany 2013. Didn’t feel like sailing on this boat. Mont-Blanc, the white mountain, 1989. One of the craziest things I have ever done. Climb Europe’s highest mountain. 4,810 metres. 15,780 ft for the non-metric trained. Cable-car, on Powell St. San Francisco, 2016. Little bunnies. At the American embassy, Conakry,…
I once stayed in an octopus’s garden, under the sea. The time? Long ago. Around Woodstock. Though, in our neck of Africa, news traveled slowly. And I never really heard about Woodstock until two years later when I saw the movie in a cramped Quartier Latin cinema. The place? A small resort on the coast…
The Masai – or Maasai – are probably one of the best-known of all African tribes. Perhaps because of their esthetics: costumes, the men’s hair dress – hair is braided and mixed with ochre-red mud – the women’s necklaces, their dances involving jumping competitions where men conquer their bride-to-be by jumping in the same place…
I needed to escape. The memories and the pressure were… too much. I’d come back to Nairobi from a tough assignment, covering civil unrest (PC for hidden-under-the-carpet civil war) in the north of Kenya, spending weeks in the bush. I’d been trying to get an interview with the rebel chief, whom, of course, the Kenyan…
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