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Hell beauty of the Turkana

The Magic caldera of a volcano covered with vegetation and water, warlike tribes of yesteryear, a desert and a lake where there should be no life, an old German who unknowingly commits suicide and a mythical track by passing the great voyages of Africa. The Turkana and its surroundings are not a place over the planet.

byJavier Brandoli

31 August, 2015

Namibia: six still two nights dust clouds

In Namibia the distances are dust. They are calculated eye, or that they have at least they do the birds when they cross the long wooden troughs and salt with the fear of being wrong and reach a place. No time in Namibia, it's not possible, do not allow the dead days that have always come. And how do then? "There is no way, nothing is done so that nothing happens. So everything happens ", we answered eyes.

byJavier Brandoli

24 August, 2014

South Africa: in no man's land fucking

South Africa is highly developed, too much for his photos with friends to show that he has a moral commitment to misery and yesterday. There are no tribes, no mud roads on which to boast that the car stopped, no reed huts in which lives are accumulated without water or light.

byJavier Brandoli

30 June, 2014

Those beautiful photos of South Luangwa

A country that has a lot of my image and my heart on this continent. I hardly ever go and somehow never let me go. Now too, by breakdowns, for commitments and that Zambia will never know where it ends the whole. South Luangwa, as I was the Lower Zambezi Park, Iran always with me, Iran always in my memory Africa.

byJavier Brandoli

16 June, 2014

Malawi: Den backpackers

Accommodation in the middle of a mountain Malawi lost ridden by young travelers from around the world. A retreat to live away from it all, You help others and believe in the utopia that can live in this laneta out of it.

byJavier Brandoli

9 June, 2014

And 25.000 miles after… The end came

we watched the sea, that sways violent L`Agulhas, in search of nonexistent shadows of the horizon. And understanding they were not, there no corners, We had understood that the way and we had reached our destination. And we feel the emotion of the child and dreaming of the adult who makes their dreams come true. We had done, were there.

byJavier Brandoli

2 June, 2014

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

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

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

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

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