Madagascar separated from the African continent approximately 165 million years ago and from the Indian subcontinent around 88 million years ago — long enough in biological isolation to develop an ecosystem of extraordinary distinctiveness. Approximately 90% of Madagascar’s wildlife exists…
Zambia receives approximately one tenth of the tourists that Kenya and Tanzania attract annually — and the wildlife it contains is, in several specific categories, superior. The walking safari was invented here. The canoe safari was invented here. The philosophy…
Mozambique’s coastline runs for 2,470 km along the western shore of the Indian Ocean — a sweep of white sand beaches, mangrove estuaries, coral reef archipelagos, and warm turquoise water that constitutes, in TrotRadar’s assessment, the finest tropical coastline in…
Marrakech is the Moroccan city that absorbed the travel media conversation and hasn’t fully released it. The pink-walled medina, the Djemaa el-Fna square at dusk, the riad hotel aesthetic — these images have been circulated long enough that many travelers…
The words “African safari” conjure a specific image in most people’s minds — a small tented camp at $800 per night, a Land Rover with a tracker on the bonnet, gin and tonics at sundown on a private game reserve.…
Ethiopia contains more UNESCO World Heritage Sites than any other country in sub-Saharan Africa, a continuous written history stretching back three millennia, the oldest fossilized human remains yet discovered, and a food tradition so distinctive it has no close equivalent…
West Africa is the part of the continent that most international travelers manage to fly over without stopping. East Africa gets the safari circuits; North Africa gets the Mediterranean-adjacent tourism; Southern Africa gets the wildlife and the wine. West Africa,…
TrotRadar's honest guide to solo female travel in Africa — covering Morocco, Rwanda, Tanzania and Namibia with destination-specific safety tips, real costs, and practical advice for women traveling alone.
I’ll never forget the moment I realized I’d found the real Morocco. It wasn’t in a bustling square surrounded by tour groups, but in a small mountain village where an elderly Berber woman invited me into her home for mint…