Molucas II: The jewels of Tidore and Mare
The ferry that left from the island of Ternate to the island of Tidore had to go to the…
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Northern Cape: caviar and champagne at the northernmost point of Europe
Where ice is a legend
Millet wine and dried meat: «Tea House» del Himalaya
Glued to the walls are wooden benches with straw mats, and very close to the fire bed inn owners. Calendars, images of Shiva and Durga, a small family altar full of incense, rice, vermilion powder, and flower petals.
Moluks: Ternate, THE CAPITAL OF THE SPECIES
A journey into the past
Earthquake: The day I thought it was the end
Bangkok's hard earthquake in memory
Avila: legendary walls, Stone Pages
From the Teso del Carmen, north of the canvas walls of Ávila looks rough, meadows of childhood escapades and hiking trails in autumn. The meticulous restoration work has been polished to the stone, now leans too slender, too perfect.
Bamiyan: Buddha tears
Before the rubble of a barbarism
Bolivia: Madidi park and the secret of Toromonas
The incredible history of the disappearance of the Norwegian Lars Hafsjold
Bangkok: The city in which to advance is a vice
Praised the undervalued calm
The world at the end of the world
These are the places where I felt an intense and exhilarating sense of freedom. I never wanted to conquer, they who have conquered me.
Who does Covid-19 give a damn and?
A few months ago I listened at the Bangkok subway a hotel podcast Jorge Juan where Javier Aznar…
A until never pronounced until later
El difícil "arte" of the farewell
The bird island and killing of the Spanish
He ended the day and ended our visit to the Peninsula Valdes. Before we left we decided to stop in front of the Bird Island to catch the last rays of sun and take pictures of the chapel there remembers an old Spanish settlement. By Gerardo BARTHOLOMEW.
The tourist lost in La pack: Is it worth traveling like this?
Selfies, massive places, Environmental deterioration, industrial routes ...
Samoa: Manono circular time
Manono is small, Round, nice, as pure circular flip walking sounds conclusive cycle, a closed course, they become actions and repeated as the notion of time in East. Speaking of Manono in this way comes to mind unusually Platero.
Scars in the memory of a Gaza guide in Egypt
When horror becomes a souvenir
Rome is not a city, It is a trade
The barbarians did not conquer anything, The barbarians survived Rome
90 minutes with "the violinist from Auschwitz"
The life of Jaques Stroumsa, The refined note of a horror melody
Lebanon: Shadow of Baalbek
A militiaman of not more than 15 years we anxiously look, the submachine gun over his shoulder and a cigarette dangling from his lips, not knowing what to do. We stared in silence, tense, waiting for something, I do not know which. In these cases, as always, is the most absurd coincidence that breaks the ice, when your phone rings Barca anthem.
Sudan, Omer's cruel journey
International Humanitarian Law lies in a thousand pieces in this forgotten war
The golden era of the Mafia in Havana
New Year's Eve 1959, Bautista was fleeing the city..
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.
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.
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
