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For Mama Fatuma was not a happy day: her husband had to divorce her. He married he does 25 years, but she had stopped menstruating few months ago and her husband decided to marry a fertile woman.
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The traveler's reasons
Travel has always been the perfect excuse for not looking at ourselves, to turn your face to the mirror. And I say this with the awareness of having traveled a handful of countries from every corner of the planet, from Alaska to Ushuaia, from South Africa to Iverness, from Australia to the Himalayas.
Saragossa, door to door
Zaragoza is a city overshadowed by topics and an icon, the pillar, which historically has postponed, a visitor's eyes, the rest of the city. Let's look for Zaragoza in its ancient walls and, especially, in their missing doors.
The lost city of the Tayrona
The Frenchman, for example, recalls that he recently read somewhere a theory based on the fact that the Spanish presence decisively increased the level of aggressiveness on the continent., spread like a virus and caused even more atrocities among indigenous people. The two Swiss seem delighted with this explanation and relate their recent visit to the Potosí mines and how much they were impressed by the cruelty that existed in that place.. The Belgian who inexplicably seems to have forgotten the existence of a certain Leopold
The Tonle Sap Floating Life
They have become accustomed to the tides, which makes them rowing home elsewhere, for fish underfoot. And so year after year, with wet feet so much leaving home, both walk and so few steps.
The story of Las Vegas (In)
An oriental American fifties was my opponent. Beside me, a fat guy with a cap and two hands with ten fingers six hundred grams each would witness. I changed 100 U.S. dollars. She began to letters. Everything went very fast. The fat guy on my side asked for a beer. I ordered two napkins and water to wipe one coffee stain. He looked at me wistfully, like my coffee disturb his beer. I did. I was ashamed.
Kenya: the charm of diamonds on water
Every time I immerse myself in this turquoise sea feel an unusual pleasure and I feel that the universe is giving me something, a caress sea, of silence, of peace.
Liquid water on Mars. Now
There is liquid water on Mars. Now. Flowing, as flowing streams in the Sierra de Guadarrama or streams in the Pyrenees, or at least that it flows in our imaginary, the same in which the Martians are green, They have antennas and hands with three fingers and suction cups to the end.
Grand Canyon: when there is no one left…
The first time I saw it it was a shadow. We had just been late with our car from Las Vegas, almost 400 km, and they told us that the park opened 24 hours. We went to not see it.
Angkor: Wonder among the wonders
There are times when a man feels, Without remedy, overwhelmed. It happens with the death of others, with the announcement of a paternity, with a trip to the end of the world, with war, with an unmistakable love ... and it happens with the temples of Angkor.
Words of Buenos Aires words
"Hay pintadas. Graffiti that slaps you like epiphanies in many streets of Buenos Aires. In elegant neighborhoods and in neighborhoods that are not so elegant, in mixed corners and in abandoned walls. There are phrases that hit you in the middle of the walk, releasing a verse that sticks to you like a mole."
Lecherines Cave: in search of ice
There is something special about going in search of the ice while Spain melts. There are fewer and fewer snow fields that resist the summer season in the Pyrenees, but, And the ice? To find it you have to enter the bowels of the mountain range.
The dead in silence
She was orphaned with seven years; it was passed from hand to hand of his relatives; those same relatives enslaved her and tried to prostitute; suffered beatings and hunger; ran away from his last house, third, from an aunt; started living on a bridge under a plastic tarp with other children; se drogaba ...
Paris, at first light
There is an hour in paris, around 6:28, depending on the season, in which the city begins to open up and emits, as if it were an alien object, a magnetic radiation that forces, day after day, Month after month, year after year that passes, to wish to see her be born again.
Tulum turtles
Nobody has explained to them that some ruins should not become a flea market because the politician who must decide to kick them out lives on their votes and the tourist is always a passing bird that perhaps, in the worst case, Make a criticism on your travel blog that your brothers have not confessed that they do not read it either.
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.
Lohamei Hagetaot: the voice of the Warsaw Ghetto
A few miles from the border with Lebanon, in the Western Galilee overlooking the Mediterranean, Lohamei is HaGetaot, the kibbutz, which perpetuates the memory of the heroes of the Warsaw Ghetto.
Accommodation most charming southeastern Africa
One goes through dozens of hotels where you sleep and leave a piece of your time. Most are used and march, even very good. It is not a question of quantity or quality, It is magic that brings you back to places.
The memory of Spanish San Francisco
California boasts an ancient Spanish heritage forgotten, too often, on either side of the Atlantic. Past trips this time proposing a route from San Francisco to Caramel tracked by the U.S. west coast that memory of famous adventurers.
Maurice Island: no news from Africa
The world seemed to swing in a calm without fanfare in which even the storms seemed programmed to not disturb excessively. I have written many times, sometimes with some literature, odors from place. There is nothing poetic, Mauricio smelled as sugar is down in some areas of the car window. It was a sweet smell and violent.
Lisbon: the city of shadows
The city of light seduced me especially in the dark, when the evening sun languished between the enigmatic horizon of the Cais de Colunas or slowly melted through the peeling walls of Alfama.
Jaguar legend light
The legend of the distant hills humid jungle of Oaxaca says, "is half man and half beast. You do not hear when it arrives. The lands of the people belong to Lachixila grandchildren grandfather jaguar "
There are no bicycles in Saigon
All the peoples of the world, what things, tend to heal wounds, turn pages and open restaurants. No one uses a bicycle in Saigon. The hum of motorcycles has been extinguishing the magic of another time, the noise of the street markets ... and the thunderous memory of war.
Kenya: Bye Bye Obama
Obama was, and traffic returned to the streets invade. Jams turned to despair anyone and US flags began to disappear gradually.
