A journey through Africa

A journey through Africa: Javier Brandoli.

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Tofo: backpackers beach in Mozambique

Tofo is a haven for backpackers, Travellers without a compass seeking redeem lost much time in your day to day or eternal quest disenchanted. It is also home to divers and surfers. Troupe international matches in the same place guided by the lack of maps

byJavier Brandoli

9 June, 2011

Mozambique: bus and ferry hens mud

We pay the ticket and hope, hope, until we realized that decayed wooden boat before us in which dozens of people came up was our ferry. The climax was when the end came a guy who got his bike.

byJavier Brandoli

3 June, 2011

The short life of Albert and Sweet Baby

We ordered two glasses of wine. Viene. He puts on the table and abruptly says in a whisper "baby is gone" (the baby is gone). He says point-blank, as spitting sadness, as we look to shake her hands compulsively. No loss of half smile even announcing that his son is dead.

byJavier Brandoli

26 May, 2011

Benguerra Island: welcome to paradise

There are two ways to read this post. The first is read by looking at photos (the best thing); the second reading the text and check if it says something not seen in photos. It is difficult to describe the paradise. Try to imagine.

byJavier Brandoli

17 May, 2011

Mozambique: sense of freedom

The city falls apart like cardboard soaked by rain. Its rugged skin of tall buildings in the center, of concrete sidewalks with reluctance and constant hole, does not prevent the city has the same philosophy that all major African cities I've visited: throng outside misery, unsuitable sales stalls, fruit stored on timbers or shoes littered the streets. City, however, perhaps by the beautiful sound of Portuguese, seems closer; almost, at times, more Caribbean than African.

byJavier Brandoli

14 May, 2011

(II)… circus performance of children with AIDS

Javier Brandoli. Cape Town's performance was the 27 April, national holiday in South Africa that commemorates…

byJavier Brandoli

6 May, 2011

Velokhaya: "Let Alberto Contador come"

"We dream of being the first team" black "runs the Tour of Spain or the Tour de France", Monde said jokingly Mpongoshe, the director of a cycling school located in the heart of Khayelitsha, the poorest suburb of Cape Town, South Africa. "We are the only black team there", Focus.

byJavier Brandoli

6 May, 2011

Shoes skin and blood transfusions

The cynicism reached its zenith when the very Ngonyama said "I did not fight to stay poor". It's one of those who continues to take, in cash and in the first person to have fought for the freedom of their own.

byJavier Brandoli

29 April, 2011

(In) Circus training for children with AIDS…

Javier Brandoli. Cape Town Those who follow my blog about a Trip through Africa read a post…

byJavier Brandoli

29 April, 2011

Swaziland: the satrap and his five thousand virgins

His harem of fornication is multiplied at the same rate as their finances emetic. Mswati, lord of an estate called Swaziland, landlocked country bordering South Africa and Mozambique, amassed a fortune more than encrypting 100 million .

byJavier Brandoli

22 April, 2011

The newest hotel in Africa

Agulhas Country Lodge Posada de la Almay. The hotel's southernmost continent. No more. Is final. Es Cape Agulhas. Return is only.

byJavier Brandoli

15 April, 2011

A sex shop in the desert

The first image one has of the sex shop is a small bar Roonie, flimsy chairs and hundreds of panties, bras and underwear hanging from the ceiling. On a case there is a trophy that holds a set of lingerie XXL.

byJavier Brandoli

9 April, 2011

A journey through Africa

The circus of children with AIDS

Perhaps this post will be understood only with the eight pictures and the holder. There are many stories that raisins and some stories that you stay. The circus of children with AIDS is one of those stories that hit you, by Javier BRANDOLI.

byJavier Brandoli

1 April, 2011

In the guts of a story

“Desplomado, snoring. Are 10:15 morning. I try not to make noise and grab the pen on the table and put my name, Name and signature, as I did when I was here last time (as it will no). All very quietly so as not to wake. Call the elevator and when the doors open man, the security guard of a public building where they are settled land claims, continues with his head on his shoulder removed and still achieve a final hear snoring "

byJavier Brandoli

25 March, 2011

Africa: the "city fish" shampoo

The answer, like everything else in the economy, is based on the relationship I have, would and could, universal law that divides the rest essentials. Much of Angola's population does not use toilet paper, expensive and imported article, lo que hace que el papel higiénico sea un producto de "lujo" priced for its economy would be equivalent to cleanse the back (pardon me) the Encyclopedia Espasa-Calpe.

byJavier Brandoli

18 March, 2011

South Africa Correspondent: goodbye to the sycophants of papo

(...) Correspondent work takes you away from the prominent papos sycophants who prowl the newsroom; of that market with the drool and news (...) of those who admire the amount of hours over the quality of the words; of pats on the shoulder when your subject is shaken by the social gatherings; of the miserable than ever tremble at the keyboard ...

byJavier Brandoli

11 March, 2011

South African Cinema: bites in consciousness

A child raped by boyfriend, having AIDS, his mother; a view of the Commission of Truth and Reconciliation (created to grant amnesty to all who will plead guilty after apartheid) that uncovers the brutal torture and betrayal at the time of the racist regime.

byJavier Brandoli

25 February, 2011

Sailing with Malaspina

"Del 30 July 1789 until 18 September 1794, the Spanish Navy officers Alejandro Malaspina and José de Bustamante y Guerra led an expedition around the world geopolitical ..." Two centuries later I got on the boat. A day with Malaespina.

byJavier Brandoli

18 February, 2011

The woman from my balcony

The woman from my balcony is just a story I see from my window. A woman, like so many here, living on the street, keeping your belongings in a culvert and waiting for her life consumed. Llevo un año mirando lo que hace "la mujer desde mi balcón".

byJavier Brandoli

11 February, 2011

A China, an Angolan, a South African… cardboard and rabbits

Cape Town is a city created the world remains, lives arrivals from afar, opposing cultures, Goodie, meaningless laughter, desires. It is the history of Angolan driver who wants to be millionaire, the synagogue, the Muslim Quarter and the smell of species.

byJavier Brandoli

4 February, 2011

South Africa: cigarette, theft and hugs

Back to walk down the street with guys who follow your trail asking you to give them something to justify their steps (are often hungry types, others with faces and, almost always, with serious alcohol problems); up to a new, empty bus because whites continue to use their cars and their minibus blacks ...

byJavier Brandoli

22 January, 2011

The fucking "evil of Africa"

Back to Africa. Maybe back to Africa unless all imaginable Africas. In my Africa, on your skin, There are bars in which fuses look, linen napkin restaurants and painted lines on roads. All that awaits me back in Cape Town: European complexion, however, observed a black soul.

byJavier Brandoli

15 January, 2011

Seven selected enclaves of African history (on my journey)

Tracing the history of Africa is not always an easy task. But, the continete has obvious symbolic places in which to understand a little more of his turbulent past. Here are seven that I spent.

byJavier Brandoli

26 December, 2010

Discovering the Sources of the Nile

The encounter with the legendary source of the Nile is an unforgettable experience for any lover of travel. Its calm water, the fishermen with image stitching their networks and throwing the horizon, the morning mist, country music bar, current noise in areas of rapid ... wherever the White Nile was born.

byJavier Brandoli

13 December, 2010

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