Sudan, Omer's cruel journey
International Humanitarian Law lies in a thousand pieces in this forgotten war
Chronicles
Texts on travel and international politics around the globe
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The golden era of the Mafia in Havana
New Year's Eve 1959, Bautista was fleeing the city..
The True Christmas Story of Dyker Heights Lights
Mrs. Spata was stranded in a small town because of the snow..
VAP route to Namibia: journey to wild empty beauty
Between 6 and 8 seats in two 4x4 vehicles 13 the 29 June 2025
Lhatse: a violinist in the trash
In travel, as in life, you can see the glass half full or half empty. Landscapes abominable redeemed by a look, idyllic sunsets besieged by mosquitoes, exciting adventures that end in a gazebo with poolside snack bar ... Is in our hands, almost always, select and reset other memories. Lhatse, poblachón a Tibetan, greets us with heaps of rubbish. But, from that huge amount of filth, comes an unforgettable violinist. By Ricardo COARASA.
VAP sets sail again
We don't want to take selfies, we want to create a community of those who photograph the other and the others
And at the end, They killed Father Marcelo
They had been trying for years. I met him in 2015. He then told me that they wanted to kill him.. As I repeated in 2016, in 2018 and in 2021. In their lands, The Highlands of Chiapas, The dead do not reach a higher rank than that of a corpse.. And the, brave and tenacious, He pointed his finger at the drug traffickers and murderers who finally killed him.
Namibia, ten images
Sometimes it is better to let the images speak. After nearly five years of life and travels in Africa, a photographic summary of the country to another harsh reality, the progress and the immense beauty of this continent. My eyes and my camera sits today in beautiful Namibia.
When you die to live
In none of those places did I look for the risk, in fact I have a habit of trying to avoid it, But the desire to know the world and try to complete the unfathomable puzzle of the human race is stronger.. And that doesn't make me a hero or an asshole..
Did Bangkok change or did we change??
Maybe no one changed. Maybe we just moved, the city and us, and we confuse being in another place with being in the same place being another
Were they laughing or yawning?
The first time I lived outside of Spain, in Malta, upon returning a good friend asked me what have you learned? and I answered: “The secret is the people”. And every country I live in, every trip i make, I have it clearer.
Shiraz, the triumph of spring
Recognized for its open and university spirit, this city in southwestern Iran is full of flowers and poetry
From Tehran to Hormuz: From Tehran to Hormuz
It is essential to get rid of any cliché about the country of the ayatollahs and the women stuffed in black, also. Iran is a fascinating country, brimming with history and contrasts, that you have to walk without fear to enjoy all its charms
Guimaraes: journey into the bowels of Portugal
If you only have one day my advice is to start at the castle to continue to fall after the hill toward the palace of the Dukes of Braganza and the old town, leaving the end Mount Penha.
Scarlett Johanson and the Pyramids of Gizah
We are not here just to play the Indiana Jones, we also do foreigner things like everyone else. After all the holidays are over, we are tired and nostalgic and everything is the same to us. To the trip you have to give what is from the trip and to Instagram what is from Instagram...
Lima: route through the city of legends and cliffs
Route Lima and its monuments, restaurants, legends and unique corners.
Hobatere y Grootberg Lodge, the wildlife viewpoints
Thence, from the lands inhabited by the mud tribes who resisted the desert, men and beasts wake up with the difficult task of surviving.
Pasolini's Rome: the city that tourists don't go to
These are not human dwellings that line up on the mud, but pens for animals, kennels. Made from rotten planks, chipped walls, plates, waxed fabrics. As a door they often have just a dirty old curtain ....
Postcards in times of Covid (III)
How to name this end of the world, this helplessness of not being able to do anything as humanity collapses.
Postcards in times of Covid (II)
We are no longer lambs waiting for the sacrifice. We no longer wait for mercy to save us. Trust only in the meat, dwellers of the earth.
Postcards in times of Covid
In this survival we make trips through words. That's why we write. That's why we read. To try to sublimate all this that happens to us, that sometimes we are not even able to name.
The old Christmas backpack
At Christmas, my backpack and I hooked each other's backs and became adventure showmen and travel journal acrobats.
Himba: dreams sand hairstyles
Life there goes slowly. Morning, women make up their bodies and hair with a mixture of mud, natural dyes and aromatic herbs. A master class in eroticism
On the death of Javier Reverte
Until his last day, has been faithful to his unwavering commitment to pursue his dreams. A hard-earned task that defines you more than any other
