Javier Brandoli

Brandoli Javier Manzano, Journalist and photography lover. I have lived since 2010 South Africa, Mozambique, Mexico, Italy, Thailand. I now live in the United States, New York, since April 2025.
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Hanami: ruta por el parto de los cerezos en Japón

It happened suddenly for heat emergencies. Este año se adelantó el "parto" and there we were trying to understand that birth. Almost as interesting as watching was watching them. The cult that harmony; the delicate movement of thousands of people able to walk looking at the sky without bumping; silence impossible when there are so many, many, wandering around in your environment; the care with which touched the flowers; the hundreds of people who are in various arranged with their traditional dresses cities for your appointment with a tree. So, so simple, a tree.

The shortest way: when the world had otherwise

Leguineche book has immense virtue, of a teacher, very complicated to get: It is equally the text of a journalist and a traveler. Manu sitting in a car and going with three American journalists and a Swiss cross the planet, and, Imagine today heresy, He dares to narrate as you feel, as he lives, and as understood

Campeche: Mexico's best kept secret

Let's start with the basic message: if there is an amazing Mexican state I recommend visiting is Campeche. In travel journalism happens sometimes lead epithets and conclusions are delayed. In this text everything is already said. If you don't want to read more, it may even be recommended to do so for those who have food in the oven or half have a good book, just buy a plane ticket and visit Campeche. Sure they will thank me.

Dominica: el manantial de los kalinago

Dominica fue toda esa naturaleza desbocada en una montaña hecha isla. Los españoles la ignoraron en sus primeros viajes por su orografía complicada. Los franceses e ingleses, que la colonizaron, la apreciaron por sus manantiales. El bíblico edén debe ser algo muy parecido a aquellas laderas verdes, con cascadas violentas, entre las que crecen flores extrañas de colores inciertos. El mundo puede ser distinto, Dominica lo es.

Scavenger Journalists and the Sweetened World

Imagine a similar photo in Las Ramblas in Barcelona. A child carrying another child in her arms, dead, while her sister cries by her side. do we publish it? And now let's think about other photos. ¿Aylan? A dead child on a beach. A baby, rather. lasts too. Were there refugees drowning in the Mediterranean before him??

Old and bearded: a week on the island of M

M. I forgot your name, so I'll call her M. This time it wasn't my fault, M spoke little, just enough, It would not have been easy to remember her even if we had spent six years together. M was a middle-aged woman, arisca, who economized his words and gestures. Now that i remember, I'm not sure M told me his name. Sharpening the memory a little more, I'm not sure M said anything.

The cognac of Miami

Saying openly that you don't like the US can be cool. Puts you in this egocentric traveling world of social media, where it is presumed to be mud, in the platoon of interesting travelers. Few would think of criticizing a trip to an African town, a village in Nepal or one of those Central American villages where roundabouts are the best tourist attraction. It does, Even if you barely left the hotel you slept in and lock the door when the sun went down (much better if you slept in a tent) everything was fascinating.

The cemetery of skulls and the chocolate of the dead

The dying person was cared for by their relatives at home. Cuando fallecía eran los más cercanos los que en el velatorio realizaban el P'O'Keban. They very carefully cleaned the body without touching the sexual areas with a damp cloth.. With that water, according to the economic means of the family, a chocolate was made, the wealthiest, and those with less resources a well

Argusino: the people claiming their souls

I spoke that their land was flooded by the waters of a dam a few decades ago by order of the authorities and that her memory of all the exiles a gap remained and now, using media, They intended to close. Some elderly people died voluntarily or sadness, they were given no option to remove their dead from the cemetery and gave them money that unilaterally decided the expropriating company.

Texturas y colores de Yellowstone

El planeta puede ser un lienzo. Un trozo de tierra en la que se desparraman texturas y colores. Una tela de barro y piedra con olor a azufre, a pino, a agua enloquecida. Un sin sentido de humo, estelas verdes y vientos fríos. Las rocas se recuestan sin pasos en su lomo y en las laderas que partieron en dos a golpes de corriente se agolpan las bestias indecisas. El planeta puede ser un lienzo, sometimes, sólo a veces...

20 años tarde en San Francisco

¿Qué más hacemos? Y se nos ocurrió una idea magnífica que hace siete años que no realizamos (viví cinco años en el sur de África y llevo dos años en México donde eso no existe): nos fuimos al Ikea de Oakland!!! It was brutal, funny, lleno de emociones. Con esa sensación ya sí de euforia tomamos un avión de noche camino de Salt Lake City. Fuck, costó pero al final encontramos el SF irreverente que habíamos imaginado.

On the path of Big Sur

From Los Angeles to San Francisco there should only be one way: the Big Sur. Its name evokes a pending route or crossed out route.. There are always some trails in every country that have something legendary about them., this is one of them. By the sea, at the edge of a cliff, The Pacific is on one side and the mountain on the other..

The rare route from San Diego to Palm Springs

The first one I guess is Thor or an Icelandic firefighter, the second is another comic character called Green Lantern despite the fact that he seemed more like Peter Pan millennial version. They left quietly talking down the street. “Vaya, San Diego is going to be weird ”, thought. This is how our route through California and other parts of the United States began.

El Salvador: San Blas beach and Coatepeque volcano

In the middle of a conflict, still surrounded by violence or criminal groups, what is imposed is the routine of life. Because almost always, except when nameless bombs fall, there are people who live there with a certain normality, children going to school, businesses that open to sell something to eat, stalls where you cook, couples who fall in love and fall out of love and friends chatting around a table.
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