Pieds poudrés

En planifiant notre séjour de 3 jours à Dakar, nous n'avions réservé que 2 choses : nos billets d'avion et nos chambres dans une maison d'hôtes.

J'avais, certes, une liste de choses à voir (le Monument de la renaissance africaine et la Mosquée de la Divinité) et des choses à faire (manger du thiéboudienne, acheter du tissu et visiter l'île de Gorée...

Le gouvernement du Ghana a décrété l'année 2019 l'année du retour (Year of the Return). Retour vers le continent africain des members de sa diaspora, plus précisément les descendants de ceux qui ont été arrachés à leur terre natale et transportés de force aux Amériques. Le retour au sens propre, tourisme et immigration, et au sens figuré, investiss...

I'm proud of my travel crew. There's never a full moment with this bunch.

There's no denying that we are somewhat bougie. You'll catch us in theaters and museums. We'll wander the streets of a city as part of a food tour. We like our accommodations to be unique (riad, cave hotels, boutique hotels). We'll ooh and ah in front of works of art. One of u...

This is my second trip to Morroco. And Marrakech is the 4th city I visit. 

Here are some recommendations to enjoy what the city has to offer.

Stay in the old medina

I fell in love with medinas when I stayed in Fès. The intricate network of narrow streets. The small bodega-like corner stores. The donkeys transporting load. The busy souks. The call to p...

Our stay in Bratislava (Slovakia) was short, but eventful. And it all started when we checked into our hotel.

Ti Val had booked the room a few months ago. He had opted for a suite, as this would give us access to the spa. What he didn't do was book for 4. This is typical Ti Val. He's rationale was that 4 people would easily find room to sleep in a s...

It shouldn't come as a surprise that my first blogpost about my road trip in Europe is about the two lively Haitian women I hung out with in Regau, Austria (70 km southeast of Salzburg).

Jacqueline, the oldest, moved to Austria 40 years ago. She was in her 20s. She sent for her sister, Marie-Zette, a few years later; Marie-Zette was 17. They are now...

From time to time, someone spurs the debate on the Internet: Haitians should identify as Latinx. 

There was that article that went viral a couple years ago (or was it last year?). There were the recent discussions on Haitian groups and platforms on Facebook.

The opinions and approaches differ. Some say yes, and are really pragmatic about it: "If it b...

When I was younger, I was convinced that I could feel a shift on my birthday. That lasted right up to my 18th birthday. When I woke up on September 6, 1997, I didn't feel like an adult. Hell, I had no clue what being an adult felt like. Tuning 40 pretty much feels like turning 18: I don't know how this is supposed to feel. I don't feel the weight o...

Born in New York City in the early 1980s from a Haitian mother and a father of Martinican origin, Patrick spent his summers in the US of A, like many children of the Haitian middle class. He was 7 years old when he entered a cockpit for the first time; that's when he decided to be a pilot when he grew up. This sparked his interest in aviation....

I haven't posted a rant in a while. Not because there's nothing to complain about—there is plenty. I've just been holding on to my thoughts.

Whenever I get on a plane, I look at my fellow travellers and think "we're all in this together". No matter how long the flight, we're about to spend time in close proximity—sharing germs and all. With that in...