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.

460 articles

The best sunset I saw in Africa

It was a new hotel, strainer, the 15 the fourth euros, I had a restaurant with big bows on chairs and shiny boxes on the parking. But, We soon discovered that our room smelled of sewage. Clean hole in the floor which was the toilet gave off an odor that filled the small room, almost giving arcades.

byJavier Brandoli

26 May, 2014

Southern Ethiopia: Tribe looks dead

And days later went down to Konso and we met by chance with samai. We were seated at a rustic bar when they appeared spectra as I had never contemplated. No man nor beast they seemed, seemed clay molds made little shade. And all the people of Konso began to surround them and watch as you look at the ghosts.

byJavier Brandoli

13 May, 2014

Ethiopia: goodbye to a good man

Perhaps the most important lesson of this pudgy friend 63 years is the forcefulness with which one can speak quietly. We have not had in two months of route one discussion between the three. How would the, travel with you "are favors that never pay me". Goodbye friend, It was a pleasure to travel with such a good man.

byJavier Brandoli

7 May, 2014

VaP route to Okavango: nine friends travel to Africa

We must be very lucky, always on expeditions VAP we said goodbye with hugs sincere. Then, when they go we were stunned and in return you look back thinking that this car is not mine. Somehow it costs continue traveling without them, without us.

byJavier Brandoli

1 May, 2014

Sudan: the world we all dream

Two kilometers later we were in one of those places that you never arrive and when you arrive you never forget. Those ruins of the Meroitic kingdom, continuator of the kingdom of Napata, they seem to have their roots in the desert sands that climb their rocks. Its 2300 years of life turned them into stone, in eagle, tree, lie or maybe in torch.

byJavier Brandoli

22 April, 2014

There were people live in Wadi Halfa

There was a smell of sewage and drainage of misery. He had rotted remains of animals and huge crows flying over our heads with their throats screaming arid clouds. There was again a slow night and the air so thick that you used to block their ears.

byJavier Brandoli

15 April, 2014

To the disappointing and beautiful Egypt

We went with the feeling of seeing a beautiful earth to be pieces that deserves a fresh start, today he does not deserve his inheritance (...) That morning on the pier of the boat that would take us to Sudan were thinking about all this while watching fights and beats by carts loaded, to earn money, more life to lose.

byJavier Brandoli

8 April, 2014

The man who invented women

And Abdul wrapped canvas, He delivered him and asked to change a single thing: "I give you this canvas with a unique condition, if you see somewhere you tell this woman that I'm looking for. You have to promise me you'll do "

byJavier Brandoli

1 April, 2014

The condemnation of the Cairo

We won with the tomb of Tutankhamen in the Egyptian Museum and we lost the military machine guns cleaned their tanks at the entrance. Always on alert, always ready to go. We won a regular meal in a nice part of the mighty Nile and we lost an unpleasant secret police control where we smelled up our wallets in search of drugs.

byJavier Brandoli

25 March, 2014

Diary of a war on the Turkish-Syrian border

Upon arrival we see again those three Syrian families who have been there for two days. They sit around a table with their children playing between the tables. They, All the men, They limit themselves to watching the news at all hours of a channel that does not stop talking about Syria and showing images of the war. They do it in silence, circling the screen, with due attention to listen to how others narrate their lives.

byJavier Brandoli

19 March, 2014

Cargo from Turkey trip to Egypt

We could not communicate with them almost, none spoke a word of English. Something that stretched around the boat and what we were accustomed. When we asked was for us Haifa and answered five, eight or one hundred, which it depended on believing that we questioned fingers in my hand or trucks that fit on the boat.

byJavier Brandoli

18 March, 2014

Turkey: no way to africa

But you try to believe when you have nothing better to hold on to, so on Sunday we returned from Mersin town to Tasucu, We arrived at the port and found the deputy director who spoke perfect English and who confirmed that in Cyprus nothing expected us, that there is no ship for Egypt

byJavier Brandoli

11 March, 2014

Meteora: the monks who were pigeons

One look from there the emotional abyss and remembers legends tell that in the nearby river that everything was chiseled god Apollo to abduct his beloved and even questioned whether those religious will not be actually bearded pigeons learned to pray.

byJavier Brandoli

4 March, 2014

In Mostar Bridge

On the Mostar Bridge the shadows walk so fast at dawn that no one sees them. At the Mostar Bridge the maps are glass and the towers are centipedes. On the Mostar Bridge prayers and bells are heard and when the sun goes down the drunken dance the wind without knowing where to lose. On the Mostar Bridge it smells of generous food, to clay pot, to fish meat ...

byJavier Brandoli

25 February, 2014

The road to another Europe

After the previous regional and exaltation chants of friendship night, We left for Trieste and stopped earlier in Brescia. Brescia is one of those wonders that Italy has scattered his map. As beautiful as real with its Saturday market where one watched with a smile that the disorder is not just a thing Iberian, It is a Mediterranean thing.

byJavier Brandoli

18 February, 2014

Eastbound, rumba to about

One November afternoon my friend Victor Hugo showed up at my house and told me about Maputo map. I said exactly: "In my house Azores years I have hung a map in which I pointed out some routes I wanted to do for the world. It is time to make the first.

byJavier Brandoli

11 February, 2014

Ethiopia: Ricardo Falls Coarasa (II)

And bag backpack his manuscript and tell him Yohanes that pose under the falls that drench us feebly. And then what subject I. And in a way I pay tribute to the honest words and texts well counted. And this book should come here because here was born.

byJavier Brandoli

4 February, 2014

Ethiopia: look at death in different country (In)

Among a pile of garbage where burning part crap thrown there were dogs, pigs, men and kids looking for something to put in the mouth. They put their hands or snouts in mountains of waste. Children wearing her bare feet. Only the barking was heard of some dogs. In the sky flying vultures and storks.

byJavier Brandoli

28 January, 2014

Spain

Who desecrated the tomb of Finch-Hatton?

Someone came to remove the grave. It was a group of foreign, They began to photograph everything and then the next morning I saw that something had unearthed the day turned to rebury. They were rare, I do not know what they were doing. A year later one of the men turned around and saw him prowling this area.

byJavier Brandoli

21 January, 2014

Chronicles

Child trafficking between South Africa and Mozambique

They end up being prostitutes, slave labor or sell their organs for magical rituals for less than 50 euros or several sacks of potatoes. They are trafficked by their own acquaintances and relatives. Some escape and manage to narrate the lived horror. There are associations that fight between threats to free them. Less than 10 percent will go home.

byJavier Brandoli

15 January, 2014

Mozambique: the forgotten dead

Mozambique is rarely discussed. You may also talk about the wrong way when we do. It is not easy to put into reality the international media of a neighboring country two giants information such as South Africa and Zimbabwe. Then he falls in social reports or headlines to justify their media space Cornered. I will try to settle here because my debt as a journalist to chronicle of a country that is experiencing a forgotten conflict, unwitnessed.

byJavier Brandoli

8 January, 2014

April Ruta 2014: camping by the water, savannah and desert

What we propose at Easter, worth 1160 EUR (airline tickets not included) It is a route out of Victoria Falls and cross the most beautiful and emblematic parks in Botswana. Close, touching, the most spectacular nature of South Africa. Maximum group 10 People.

byJavier Brandoli

3 January, 2014

Madrid to Maputo, drive

From February to April. and 4x4. A route with which to pay off an old debt. A business trip and a trip of friends a few years ago dreamed of making the trip exactly propose to do now. They dream dreams and then, if you can, met.

byJavier Brandoli

27 December, 2013

Qunu: Mandela's neighbors

"Yo odi“El 25 December he invited us all to his house and gave every child a gift. I did not want any child without a toy stay. The 1 January was the same but with the elderly ". Esa era la Navidad en Qunuo a Mandela", He tells me a young woman with whom I share table ...

byJavier Brandoli

21 December, 2013

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