Life inside is not always so great. It's easy to feel trapped, imprisoned, gasping breath, etc. I made another post that refers to how the quarantine is a bit like building a blanket fort when you were younger. It's fun at first, but can quickly turn into a place of fear and panic if you … Continue reading How to Survive a Quarantine
At first the idea of quarantining might sound fun. It's kind of like when you were a kid and decided to build a blanket fort inside. You gathered all what you needed to both build and have fun inside your fort. You build up your little nest and little home and filled it with everything … Continue reading 10 Days Quarantined
It was not an easy decision to leave. The decision amounted to several hours of denial and sobbing. Never have I felt so heartbroken about having to take a decision and leave a place. Abidjan was our home, we were comfortable and we had prepared. We had stocks of food and water and supplies. We … Continue reading Côte D’Ivoire: I Hope to See You Again Soon
After having hastily fled from Côte D'Ivoire, I finally have the time and mental capacity to round up my thoughts and start writing again. It's our 3rd day in France, and 2nd day to be fully under the quarantine. I'm at Augustin's Dad's house here in Bordeaux. Luckily it is big and spacious with a … Continue reading Day 3 Quarantine
It's a Sunday afternoon and we decided to take a trip up to the Parc National du Banco to get some fresh air. Sunday in Abidjan means no traffic, so we hailed a taxi and cruised on up to the park. Many people suggest getting a guide, including the personnel at the entrance, but being … Continue reading A Walk in Banco National Park
Harmattan. This was a word unfamiliar to me until I got first-hand experience of its effects. It's not something you can touch per se, but definitely something you can feel. According to Wikipedia: "The Harmattan is a season in the West African subcontinent, which occurs between the end of November and the middle of March. It is characterized by the dry and … Continue reading It’s not clouds, it’s “Harmattan”
It's been almost one month in Côte D'Ivoire. Abidjan is like the anti-thesis to Paris. Both are a huge cities, plenty of people, traffic, business, economics, political summits, you-name-it, they don't call Abidjan the "Paris of West Africa" for nothing. But while the shell of Abidjan might be similar, life couldn't be any more different. … Continue reading Hey France: Some of Us Don’t Have One True Calling
