Mesmerised by the lush green landscape of Uganda, I try to remember who I was 9 months ago, that day when I said goodbye to my family with absolutely no idea when I’ll be back. Will I be able to go back one day though?
I remember that day when I couldn’t even look at my mum, a river was flooding her face, but my heart was so determined: I had to go. Anyway. I had to hit the road on this freezing cold morning of January. I had to take the risk, this is my life, and I will always pursue my dreams.
I was craving for freedom, I was craving to be me again, I was craving for everything I’m living today. My only fear? To arrive in Africa and to have lost this passion. Don’t worry, this sensation never happened.
Again, there are many Africas in Africa. I just learn so much anywhere I go. My heart definitely does not beat at the same rhythm everywhere though. Today, I’m approaching what I call the ‘loop’ before heading back to Southern Africa.
I just love the route I naturally took so far. I could discover authentic and colourful Zambia, the red dust of Northwest Tanzania, the shy and touching people of Rwanda, and now, real and pure Uganda.
But deep inside, my heart belongs to Southern Africa. One more time, I’ve been thinking about this region a lot (too much!) the past few days. I miss it. I miss Botswana, I miss South Africa and I miss Namibia. So much.
Let’s see where my heart will impulsively decide to go. And this is what I want: no plan.
9 months of incredible and intense freedom, 9 months to let this inner wild child to become, 9 months to LIVE, to embrace this nomadic lifestyle I was made for…and maybe forever.
PS: so good to meet people craving for the same things @lillitogo
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