February is a strange. We're like in November: both are cold months, sometimes wet, rainy, unkind, no parties that rejoice. Of course we speak of our hemisphere. However, If the memory does not betray me, I think one month is February not too kind to many of the territories of southern Ecuador, because it brings endless rain and heat of oppression.

There is a "pub" in Galway, city of the west coast of Southern Ireland, on whose door a poster announcing: "Last place where a beer before Boston (U.S.)”. Of course I took a pint to celebrate the ingenuity of the owner. And of course, also knowing that the statement was not true.

As, occasionally, question any reader of this "web" on the issue, say that, for next April, I have a new book in bookstores traveler, to which I called "In wild seas (a trip to the Arctic)”.

A little over a year since last time I traveled to Black Africa. And for a few days, I sailed on an old ferry, the "Liemba", on the eastern shores of Lake Tanganyika, one of the largest in Africa; lake area full of stories and legends ...