Africa

The journey began along the Nile — a descent into history and heat, from Egypt’s monuments to Sudan’s timeless deserts. North of Khartoum, ancient Kushite pyramids rise from the sand, silent and proud, guarding the memory of forgotten kingdoms. In the Nubian villages, the river still dictates the rhythm of life, flowing steadily through solitude and light.

 

The expedition was meant to follow the Nile up to its sources, but the geopolitical situation forced us to stop at Khartoum, where the White and Blue Nile meet. The confluence became an ending and a beginning — a promise to return, one day, and go further south.

 

That road eventually led us to Namibia, another land of extremes: endless dunes under blinding skies, the haunting silence of the Skeleton Coast, and the untamed life of Etosha and other natural parks. From there, we pushed northeast, driving through empty horizons all the way to the Victoria Falls, where the desert finally gave way to water and mist.

 

In Madagascar, the journey took a different pace — from the bustling capital of Antananarivo to the remote northern landscapes. Along the way, every stop revealed a new world: rainforests teeming with lemurs, baobab-lined paths, red earth, and a palette of sounds and colors unlike anywhere else.

 

Each of these journeys, from the Nile to the Namib to Madagascar, is a step deeper into the vastness of Africa — a continent that never stops humbling and astonishing me.