Javier Reverte

Javier Reverte has kicked five continents, has sailed the Indian, Pacific and Atlantic, has crossed the Arctic from east to west and walked the island of Cape Horn. Amazon has dropped from its source to its mouth, tour the course of the Nile, and embarked on the River Congo on the same route that made Joseph Conrad in the late nineteenth. It has followed the paths literary writers such as Homer, in classical Greece- or Jack London, on the Yukon River- and has been admitted to the vast plains of Africa in search of his childhood dreams. He crossed the lake Victoria, Tanganyka el y el Tana, and approached on foot to the shores of Turkana. And all that and more things told in his travel books.

His travel books: Dream of Africa, Wanderer in Africa, Lost Roads in Africa, Ulysses Heart, The River of Desolation, The River of Light, In Wild Seas, Single ticket, The Travel Adventure. (Next May will be released a new book on travels in Africa: "Hills burning, lake of fire ").

His poems: Traces of stowaway, African Poems.

Her novels: Trilogy Central, Lord Paco, Strawberry Fields Forever, All World Dreams, The Night Arrested, The Medical Ifni, Thy Kingdom Come, The Song of Mbama.

A biography: God, the Devil and Adventure (Pedro Páez, Spanish Jesuit who came to the sources of the Blue Nile).

29 articles

Of Orange Maputo: arenas in Africa

Spain and Portugal, when they were empire, exported language, culture and customs. And among other things, Bullfighting also. The tracks are still alive in several Latin American countries. But the surprise is that there are other traces, in this case dead, in surprising places. Where imagine? For, eg, in Africa.

Again Africa

I have sworn never to travel to Africa and write a line in my life on it. But a few days ago I saw a video, Included on this page VaP., from a trip to South Africa, Malawi and Mozambique, and after reading a text of my namesake great Javier Brandoli, the African bug began to itch again. Why not return?

Tras la estela de Saint-Exupéry

A few years ago, still in the spirit and psyche remains disrupted by the hell that he had contracted malaria in Brazil two years earlier, I decided to embark on a journey to the coastal desert of southern Morocco, Atlantic shores ranging from Agadir to Tarfaya, the old Cape Juby, where he would be stopping, in their night flights, the plane-mail that pilot and writer who was Antonie de Saint-Exupéry.

Africa and childhood dreams

Who has not dreamed of in childhood to be an explorer and with practicing the profession of white hunter? At least, in my generation was common, when kids played in organizing expeditions of exploration and hunting items in search of big game, usually, course, in an imaginary Africa that we dreamed about desolate fields Navalcarnero, the place where I spent my summers.

American

"A couple of weeks ago I published in these pages an article about deep America and my travels through the United States and one of the kind readers of VaP commented with surprise and a certain bad humor: “¿América? But if you only speak of the United States!” (...) The issue has a funny story, "more than meets the eye".

Interview: Ithaca

Since last 8 April is in the library's new book, Javier Reverte, "In the wild seas. A trip to the Arctic ". Viajesalpasado.com readers have had the opportunity to submit questions to the master of travel writing. This online interview is the answer to their concerns.

“Ithaca, the homeland of writers »

Imagine a place where there is only sun, blue sea, song of cicadas in summer, some vineyards and a restaurant, Tsiribis, where my friend Dimitris, owner, invites any Spanish it reaches a glass of wine and, dusk, if you like him, recites in the beginning of classical Greek Odyssey.

The refuge of the Mediterranean

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.

Aran Islands: literature hostile land

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.
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