Flying across the whole of Africa is how my love of travel started when I was 6 months old. I was born with the travel bug.
Flying across Africa, I always love looking out of the window and imagining the lives of the people who lived in those small clusters of lights scattered across vast land. Over sparsely populated areas I imagine the vegetation and the wild animals that rule those lands. Flying over cities I wonder what people are doing, what the streets look like, what food is cooked, what language is spoken, what faiths are followed, what games are played… During those twelve hours, I open the shutter and peak out at least every hour as I cross over an entire continent and about 15 countries. I imagine the forests, the rivers, mountains, the plains and the deserts. The animals, the people, the plants… Flying over Africa has always been one of my favourite things, and the curiosity and excitement taught me to love travelling and how magic flying is. Especially during stormy summer nights through stormy African skies.
Since that first flight I took 24 years ago, I’ve flown across Africa more than 50 times. I’ve lived and settled in 5 countries and I’ve spent around 118 months (9.8 years) travelling around the world throughout my life. I’m thankful to my scattered family, to the many homes I have, and to my friends that are (literally) from all around the planet. The diversity of my life is a beautiful thing. I’m thankful. ✨