To know me, you have to stray into the wild with me. Grab two dry boots, pick a wet suit, take a backpack and follow me uphill. You’ll smell the frisky breath of the unknown. You’ll see your pores gasp. You’ll hear your heart expand. You’ll have a taste of freedom.

Yes, I like gripping intros and epic bios.
But more, I have a thing for epic living.

I first sensed the urge to stray when I was about 13. School was not fit for my racing wits, my arborescent mind. I dropped out when I was 16.

I then dived into journalism. I immersed in publishing. I jumped off my island - Mauritius - to backpack through a continent - South America. I absorbed cultures and languages distant from the ones I was raised in. I made them mine.

I trek through life to discover new heights over long days and short nights. And when I sleep, I dream in English, French, Spanish and Brazilian Portuguese.