Lusaka is a city without a soul, dry, rarefied atmosphere and face. A stopping place for travelers who are African route

I crossed the border between Zimbabwe and Zambia walking. The taxi left me across the river and from there more than two miles, after crossing the bridge between the two countries, to leg and vein entering Africa.

7.200 miles after, Victoria Falls. The roar of the water can be heard from afar, as a warning that the place was chiseled only for some chosen. The smoke makes up the water near the horizon. A thick layer of vegetation prevents tripping eyes until the statue of the first European to set foot on this land: David Livingstone shows the way to the wild water.

The Street 8 of Miami, between Douglas Road to Brickell Avenue, is probably, after the lights of Lincoln Road and Ocean Drive, one of the best known of Miami. It is Little Havana, a working class neighborhood, the Cuba exile, of Mariel and second generations of […]