This place is for the ones who go anyway.

A travel blog for normal people — with jobs, doubts, and a carry-on. Written by Chiva, a corporate girl from Mauritania, permanently in transit.

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Desert sunset, Oman
wander freely
Beach, Tulum
be lost
Goat at sunrise, Oman
show up
Tropical beach, Trinidad
say yes
Capuchin monkey, Costa Rica
breathe it in
Iguana, Mexico
be here
Birds at sunset
not yet done
"It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting."— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
Welcome — I'm Chiva

A Mauritanian girl living in Europe, balancing a corporate life with an unhealthy love for airport departure halls.

This blog is a collection of honest stories about travel, culture shock, identity, and the beautiful chaos of building a life between different worlds. I write for normal people who dream about adventure between meetings and responsibilities — and especially for women who were told don't, and for African women for whom travelling is rarely simple. Because travel is not only for influencers, digital nomads, or fearless people. Normal people travel too.

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The Itinerary

One destination, one plan, zero overwhelm. Close your eyes, trust me, and just follow this.

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Moments

The real stuff — fear, joy, discomfort, wonder. What it actually feels like to be out there.

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The Journal

Culture, curiosity, and the things that stay with you long after you've come home.

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What this is all about

A blog with a point of view — and a purpose.

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One itinerary. Just trust and go.

The internet will drown you in options, listicles, and contradicting advice until you give up and stay home. This blog does something different: one clear itinerary, tested on the ground, ready to follow. Close your eyes, trust me, book the ticket. That's it.

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For every woman who was told no.

Not for you. Too dangerous. What will people say. I heard all of it. This space is for the women who were quietly steered away from adventure — and for the ones still standing at the edge, wondering if they're allowed to jump. You are.

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Real feelings. Real memories. Real discomfort.

I will tell you about the moments I was terrified, the times I failed, the things that changed me. Not a highlight reel — a genuine account of what it feels like to go somewhere that scares you, and come back different.

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Normal people travel too. Slightly panicked, occasionally lost, with a Chopin piece stuck in their head — but we travel. Let's go.

— Chiva In Transit

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About Chiva

Hi, I'm Chiva.

I'm from Mauritania — and a few years ago, I left home and moved to Europe to chase the life I secretly dreamed about, while still somehow keeping the corporate job along the way.

I'm not a digital nomad. I don't work from beaches in Bali, and I definitely do not have my life perfectly figured out. I'm just a normal person with too many emails and an unreasonable tendency to romanticize departure halls.

Fun fact: I also spend a considerable amount of my life explaining that Mauritania is not Mauritius. Different country. Different continent. Different ocean. Entirely different everything. I have made peace with this. Mostly.

I started this blog for myself first — to remember places, moments, people, conversations, and the strange feeling of becoming a different version of yourself every time you leave home. But I also write it for you. Especially for women who grew up surrounded by invisible rules about what they could or could not do. Women who think adventure belongs to someone else — someone braver, freer, more independent. I know that feeling very well.

Growing up in Mauritania, many things felt distant from my world: travelling alone, hiking, riding a bike, discovering mountains, getting lost in foreign cities, or simply deciding to leave and build a life somewhere completely different. And yet, years later, life somehow brought me to the German-speaking part of Switzerland — without speaking a single word of German. Not one. I showed up with confidence and a dictionary app, and I want you to know that neither of those things was sufficient.

Since then, I've spent years navigating the very wide gap between where I came from and where I ended up. And honestly? I'm still processing some of it.

This blog is where all those reflections end up: the places I visit, the cultural shocks that keep surprising me, the thoughts I overanalyze at 2am, the people I meet, the things I learn, and the moments that quietly change me. Because I don't just like discovering places. I like understanding them.

You'll find stories here about travel, Mauritanian culture and society, identity, freedom, womanhood, Europe through African eyes, fear, courage, and the very real experience of trying new things long after people think you should already know how.

I should also warn you: this is not a perfectly optimized travel guide. I do this for fun. For myself. For the love of writing and remembering. Sometimes my travel advice will simply be: "Take that road. Trust me." And honestly? Those usually become the best memories.

So if you're looking for polished perfection, you may not always find it here. But if you're looking for honest stories, real experiences, beautiful places, and proof that ordinary people can still live extraordinary moments — welcome. You're in the right place.

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