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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.
The last troglodytes Matmata
Where the gaze is lost in the tyranny of the desert, in the stony plains preceding the Sahara, Berbers recent cling to their caves dug into the earth with the nostalgia of those who know that their traditions will eventually be swept away by the sands of the desert.
The President and the bell of the Admiral Graf Spee
Tarija, a region of the south west of Bolivia, called the “Bolivian Andalusia”, a land of flowers, Vineyards, palms, willows and with a huge river called Guadalquivir, It has not stopped surprising me even when I left.
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.
Praise of confusion
The bewilderment of a new city that turns you into a stranger, or a landscape you never thought to be a part of, unravel the puzzle of who you are (actually, what you think you are) At the same time, it distorts preconceived ideas and places you in front of a mirror in which it is not certain that what you see reflected will please you..
To me I do like Paris
Paris is not a cold city, face and soulless, etc.. Strolling through the streets and catch Stendhal syndrome as one who grabs a cold comes absolutely free. Part of the charm of this city lies in those cold and miserable bites that gives you February while you relames to looking into the brasseries and then go to eat greasy fried potatoes at any kebab.
Paris: rich man, poor man
We stand in Paris with our joints about to go on strike and without a place to spend the night, leaky pockets and a backpack full of sandwiches so you don't have to buy food for five days. We were what is now called quality tourism.
The fantastic geography of wandering summit (II)
The throne of Everest hoping to still find great loss Giant mountains surprise was over and hidden, dream when Earth was still hidden in the unknown potential geographies.
The crossroads of Egypt: "Do not be sad, mom, If I die young"
I landed in Cairo a month and a half ago. After a quick shower, I was in an old Corolla with Abu Maamar, a jihadist who was silent. I was playing with a bracelet, compulsively, wondering whether to speak or not.
Tren Lunatic: the myth that fades
They felt like asking what car was watching the corpse of Lunatic Train. His funeral was held for some time, but no one has learned and continues to circulate legendary train, fading away any hint of that epic that one day he made only.
Teide Everest: in search of the highest mountain (In)
How and when did Teide's fame as the world's greatest mountain rise?? Probably very old date, not precise, among the sailors who saw their cloud tops protrude from a certain distance.
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.
13 photos 2013
With 2103 Body still present I want to dig in photographs that left me this year is already gone before unfaithful be interested in 2014. meeting trains, mountains, bed sheets, cities suspended over water, beaches without towels, lagoons, hermitages, landscapes that left me speechless ...
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.
¿Eternal ice?
Glaciers advance, they move, they progress and regress and this dynamic gives them natural changes. It is their condition to be changeable. This is the essence of polar landscapes. If it is time that creates, accumulates, modify and melt the ice, it is also true that ice, well examined, makes time speak, to all that time of your training.
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 ...
Fort Jesus: Matatu the rap
The walk through the Old Town between narrow alleys, chipped buildings, smell of nitrate and palm groves and bougainvilleas is a must exercise of imagination: fantasize about what this old neighborhood could be shortly after investing some money in its rehabilitation.
Baracoa, the end of the enchanted world
The La Farola viaduct is the window to the world - a road of unmatched beauty, but quite devious- from Baracoa. And it is the most authentic way to get to the "primate city" from Santiago de Cuba.
Mombasa beaches: sunrises water and fire
At eight o'clock, when usually you wake up one day routine always portends, on the beaches of Mombasa and was a happy guy. Therefore, Now when the alarm clock I often think I missed a sunrise of water and fire rings and a dip in the Indian.
The real funeral of Mandela
To the Soccer City stadium in Johannesburg he has gone trips to the past to dismiss the father of Africa. Serve these images to join the tribute that the world gives Nelson Mandela in his last goodbye.
The story of the man who wanted to kill Mandela
Then, Guta asked his partner to be close the deal in a Church, before God (Ethiopian tradition that required to comply with agreed). "We went to the church and sealed the covenant before God that he would kill him and would not say anything spoken there".
How God dies?
Africa live with the death of a more natural that Westerners. For them death is the downstairs neighbor coming to ask for sugar. For us it is a breach in the sky that mercilessly out a demon or angel that comes to fuck the soul.
Cape Town (In): Robben Island, Mandela's cage
A poster, with a metal gate area shared cells (berths), in which there were always more bodies mattresses, explains the different menus that could be eaten in the criminal: Asians and mestizos (coloureds) were members of the group B; while Bantus (black) members of the Group C.
