My first time in Africa was a forced stay in Angola. in the mandatory military service. I didn’t have great opportunities to travel around, but I caught a reasonable image of the remote north, and a couple of broken bones allowed a few months in the wonderful Luanda.
Ten years later I had another African adventure, this time already with touristy purposes – a visit to the strange and fascinating Morocco. So strange and interesting that I had to return years later, this time already with the boys.
Also twice were the times that we traveled to Egypt. The first time for two weeks, starting with a Nile cruise, and ending with a week in Sharm-el-Sheikh. The second time, wit a large group of my dancing team, for a different stay, again in Sharm-el-Sheikh.
There is still much to see in Africa, but time is getting short, and South Africa, Senegal or Kenia are becoming further away. However… who knows?