Stop Chasing Paris - Algiers Is Waiting, and Here’s Why
Before you rush to stamp a visa to Paris, let me take you to a city that pulses with Africa’s soul Algiers. From its whitewashed hills cascading to the Mediterranean, to the fragrant markets alive with spices, almonds, and dates, the city is a love letter to Africa herself. Walking her streets, you feel the pulse of Pan-Africanism, the warmth of its people, and the stories etched into every corner.
For African travelers, especially women venturing solo, Algiers is not just safe it is empowering, romantic, and rich with culture waiting to embrace you. To love Africa is to walk her streets, taste her flavors, and let her skies guide you and Algiers offers all of this before you even think of Paris.
Love Africa Is to Travel Her - Algeria Stole My Heart ❤️🌍
Before I visited, I dreamed of Paris. But Algeria taught me something deeper: to love Africa, you must travel Africa.
Walking through Algiers, sipping mint tea in sunlit cafés, exploring the Kasbah, I felt safe, seen, and utterly at home. The people, the food, the streets they whispered stories of Pan-African unity too many of us overlook.
Solo women travelers, take note: this is a land that welcomes curiosity, courage, and joy. And Africans, it’s time to invest in our own to spend, explore, and celebrate the beauty of the continent first.
Traveling Africa is more than movement it’s communion with her soul. Every step is a lesson, every journey a heartbeat. Algeria reminded me that love for our continent begins with the courage to explore it.
Pennywise & Passport Foolish: Navigating the Globe on a Shoestring
As Africans, too many of us dream of Paris before we dream of Algiers. We save our money for London before we save it for Durban. But Algeria reminded me of something simple yet powerful: to love Africa is to travel Africa.
Walking through Algiers was like stepping into poetry. The whitewashed walls glowed against the blue of the sea, and the narrow streets whispered history. In the cafés, I sat with mint tea and pastries that melted like sugar clouds. In the markets, I heard laughter and bargaining, a rhythm of daily life that felt like music. And in every smile, every greeting, I found a reminder that sub-Saharans, and Northerners , are not separate identities. That lie was built to divide us. On Algerian soil, I received nothing but love unapologetically African, deeply Pan-African.
A Love Story in Every Bite
For women traveling solo, Algeria is not just safe it is soulful. There is a gentleness in how people receive you, a respect that allows you to move freely, to explore boldly. As a woman carrying her passport with curiosity and courage, I found not fear here, but freedom.
And it made me think: how many of us overlook what is ours? We save for places that do not always value our presence, while our own continent waits to be discovered, loved, and invested in. It is time to wipe away false borders with our footsteps, to let our coins, our cameras, and our curiosity flow into Africa first.
Traveling Africa Is More Than Movement
“Loving Africa means walking her roads, crossing her rivers, and letting her skies guide you.”
“To know Africa, you must travel her every step is a lesson, every journey a heartbeat.”
“Africa’s love is written in her landscapes; to read it, you must travel.”
“Traveling Africa is not just movement it is communion with her soul.”
“To love Africa is to journey through her, carrying her stories in your footsteps.”
In Algeria, I found all of this. I found romance not only in the landscapes but in the spirit of the people. I found that love letter every traveler hopes to receive the one written in the colors of the Kasbah, the sands of the desert, the glow of the Mediterranean sunsets.
This is why Pennywise & Passport Foolish: Navigating the Globe on a Shoestring exists: to remind us that beauty does not always require luxury, that adventure does not have to empty our pockets, and that love for the world, for Africa can be found in the simplest journeys. We chase not the most expensive trips, but the richest stories.
And perhaps the richest story I’ve carried yet is this: Algeria taught me that before we rush to love the world, we must first love ourselves. To love Africa is to travel her. And in Algeria, I fell in love.
🌍✨ Stay tuned, wanderers… next week, I’ll take you by the hand and lead you through the heart of Algeria. From sun-kissed streets in Algiers to hidden corners that whisper stories, we’ll explore where to stay, how to move, and how to truly savor every moment.
I’ll introduce you to the local guide who made my journey magical, showing us Algeria’s soul beyond the postcards. Walk with me through markets, sip mint tea under the African sun, and discover the joy of loving Africa through her own roads.
Because traveling Africa isn’t just seeing its feeling, tasting, and carrying her stories in every step. 💛
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