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Old and bearded: a week on the island of M

M. I forgot your name, so I'll call her M. This time it wasn't my fault, M spoke little, just enough, It would not have been easy to remember her even if we had spent six years together. M was a middle-aged woman, arisca, who economized his words and gestures. Now that i remember, I'm not sure M told me his name. Sharpening the memory a little more, I'm not sure M said anything.
byJavier Brandoli
14 August, 2017

Cancun: life is now

Because I am sorry, but those of us who write in Vap also do these things. The adventure and the dust is all a farce and in reality we are some beach tourists. But in this damn city-highway drill they have hidden the sea and they don't plan to release it so easily until you loosen a few dollars as a ransom.
byEnrique Dominguez Vaquerizo
1 August, 2017

The cognac of Miami

Saying openly that you don't like the US can be cool. Puts you in this egocentric traveling world of social media, where it is presumed to be mud, in the platoon of interesting travelers. Few would think of criticizing a trip to an African town, a village in Nepal or one of those Central American villages where roundabouts are the best tourist attraction. It does, Even if you barely left the hotel you slept in and lock the door when the sun went down (much better if you slept in a tent) everything was fascinating.
byJavier Brandoli
4 July, 2017

Jane’s Fales, watercolors Polynesia

n a larger fale, rectangular web without lateral, Jane served breakfast every morning while the rays of the rising sun were spreading over the surface of the water. The rest of the day was pulular: stroll along the beach, go to the church, find hermit crabs and remove the house to see how seeking another or sit on the cyber cafe to chat with the Swiss couple who had left everything to settle in the vicinity of Jane.
byLaura Berdejo
12 June, 2017

The cemetery of skulls and the chocolate of the dead

The dying person was cared for by their relatives at home. Cuando fallecía eran los más cercanos los que en el velatorio realizaban el P'O'Keban. They very carefully cleaned the body without touching the sexual areas with a damp cloth.. With that water, according to the economic means of the family, a chocolate was made, the wealthiest, and those with less resources a well
byJavier Brandoli
20 April, 2017

Twenty streets to enjoy Stockholm on foot

The first thing I did nothing more than set foot in Stockholm, after 18 hours I got on a ferry from Helsinki, It was walking. There we were dragging suitcases up Stadsgardshamnen, savoring the pleasant feeling of knowing a stranger, flirting with the bewilderment of groping a city to discover.
byRicardo Coarasa
15 April, 2017

The Ten Commandments of tourists in Africa

Travelling to Africa for the first time is not easy. Some are tempted to rush out and tumble as myths and darken the horizons idyllic. But those who resist that fleeting impulse remain forever tainted by the evil of Africa, that passion for the continent, stripped of prejudice, it forces you to return again and again and, the most daring, to stay.
byRicardo Coarasa
3 April, 2017

Argusino: the people claiming their souls

I spoke that their land was flooded by the waters of a dam a few decades ago by order of the authorities and that her memory of all the exiles a gap remained and now, using media, They intended to close. Some elderly people died voluntarily or sadness, they were given no option to remove their dead from the cemetery and gave them money that unilaterally decided the expropriating company.
byJavier Brandoli
22 March, 2017

Summer in Montevideo: city ??field

Montevideo in summer is a city as flat as a field under a blue sky. It is the summer solitude of the rural environment brought to the concrete streets, in whose lethargic afternoons the birds sing, the groups of friends stationed on the sidewalks drink mate and walk, with enough parsimony and calm, dogs, some cats and some long-legged birds that I haven't managed to find out their names yet.
byLaura Berdejo
14 February, 2017

Texturas y colores de Yellowstone

El planeta puede ser un lienzo. Un trozo de tierra en la que se desparraman texturas y colores. Una tela de barro y piedra con olor a azufre, a pino, a agua enloquecida. Un sin sentido de humo, estelas verdes y vientos fríos. Las rocas se recuestan sin pasos en su lomo y en las laderas que partieron en dos a golpes de corriente se agolpan las bestias indecisas. El planeta puede ser un lienzo, sometimes, sólo a veces...
byJavier Brandoli
19 January, 2017

20 años tarde en San Francisco

¿Qué más hacemos? Y se nos ocurrió una idea magnífica que hace siete años que no realizamos (viví cinco años en el sur de África y llevo dos años en México donde eso no existe): nos fuimos al Ikea de Oakland!!! It was brutal, funny, lleno de emociones. Con esa sensación ya sí de euforia tomamos un avión de noche camino de Salt Lake City. Fuck, costó pero al final encontramos el SF irreverente que habíamos imaginado.
byJavier Brandoli
8 December, 2016

On the path of Big Sur

From Los Angeles to San Francisco there should only be one way: the Big Sur. Its name evokes a pending route or crossed out route.. There are always some trails in every country that have something legendary about them., this is one of them. By the sea, at the edge of a cliff, The Pacific is on one side and the mountain on the other..
byJavier Brandoli
15 November, 2016
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