Today I want to believe
Do you remember the Christmas promises? 2013?
Open Destination
Open destination is the section where everything fits, Travel, trails, cities, towns or natural parks. If you have a destination in your head, I'm sure you'll find it here..
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wat Muang: The most surreal temple in Thailand
A giant Buddha barged between rice paddies. Nothing seemed to explain why precisely there emerged, a golden figure 92 meters high. In the shadow of the Buddha work daily farmers in the province of Ang Thong, overwhelmed by the dimensions of one of the 10 largest statues in the world.
Bangkok, 15 years after
One tends to return to the happy face bobo places. Longing to return to Bangkok was distorted by those endless nights party, that youth who now longed to wander the neighborhood of Sukhumvit Road, 15 years after.
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.
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.
Around the World 3 minutes
They return as lightning images from those days, snippets of Adventure, landscapes of the world. I try to build the wall of sensations, but it is impossible to order the chaos of a two-year journey, because the heart is not made to hold so many emotions.
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.
The religion of men who believe in everything
Caodaists embrace the gods of Hinduism, to the teachings of Muhammad and the legacy of Jesus Christ. Are buddhist, Taoists and Confucianists. Its leaders claim to have received revelations from Shakespeare or Lenin. And Víctor Hugo is one of his saints.
Minimal Vietnam Stories
"Tengo que ir a dar de comer a mi marido”, Clay said. But Clay's husband had been dead for several years.. Even so, We saw her walk to the cemetery with some food and some cigarettes that she left at her late husband's grave.
A day of fishing in Da Nang.
Da Nang is not a normal city. It has that point of eccentricity that makes you smile, while strolling along a long beach, in which the Pacific crashes. We climb a hill where the statue of Lady Buddha stands still, stretched out in marble, with their 72 meters.
The threshold of travelers dreams
Who wants to go out for a walk? Today I want to reshare this video, an idea to ventilate the summer with remote framings, with destinations to reach map.
The most bombed city of History
Each 8 minutes a bomb fell in Lao. so during 9 years. They released 270 cluster bombs million, two tons of ammunition for each Laotian. And Laos was not even in war. Between 1964 and 1973, United States dropped more bombs on Laos than in all of World War II.
Luang Prabang's Everlasting Shine
Luang Prabang is one of those places whose peace comes to disturb you. You don't know where to start framing the roofs that end in a point, the bare monks or the golden buddhas.
Men who eat dogs and frogs fear
There are as few animals in the jungles of Vietnam as there are in Laos. The people, as Juan told us, they eat it all. With the feeling of heading to a somewhat looted place, we enter the roads of northern Laos.
Beyond the terraces of Sapa
We were greeted with the abruptness of a craft sale, without greeting or smile. The streets seemed like an indigenous showcase and tourists photographed the colorful dresses and the forced joy on the sidewalks..
Hanoi, the hornet's nest
There is no way to abstract from the crash of motorcycles. The streets are a hornet's nest so frantic that one is unable to explain how the motorcycles may not collide. The junctions and the traffic lights are, as much, a mere way to guide the driver.
Come Knocking Tibet II
Whitewashed houses were spacious. The doors were decorated with colorful drawings. An old woman was spinning a huge cylinder, wrought for prayer in Tibetan Buddhist culture.
Come Knocking Tibet I
China began to dilute as the mountains became steeper. We fled in a jeep, with the anxiety of a fugitive in the open. Gone were the excessive cities or the tourism of towns whose magic is sold in souvenir shops.
Looking for my corner of Scotland
I went to tour Scotland, as one who flees to rain, looking solitudes across Europe. He was hungry for cliffs, whiskey thirst and desire to lose. I, I understand the trip as a shared experience, I decided this time to let go of any company.
Palencia, down the road
[st] At 40ºC below zero, everything was frozen, snow plows, lashes and our adventurous spirit. Were…
Lago General Carrera, Blue between the Andes
I thought I had reached the Caribbean in the middle of the Andes. The water was a indigo blue on, sometimes turquoise and emerald tone in some banks. We move into the lake as one sees light at end of tunnel, almost by inertia, hypnotism plunged a shining water between snow-capped mountains.
Chaos mystical Ulaanbaatar
Mongolia boasts solitudes, steppes that point to nowhere, horizons softly, where no regrets because both desert, simply, no one. It's like a country induced coma for its barren landscapes, a crossing, the echo of the shepherds, do not stop, perhaps not suddenly feel helplessness.
In the shadow of the Torres del Paine
South of the world ends with an outburst. Where the Andes are ending, nature reserves a final festival of stones. We crossed the border of Chile and a farewell because the other side, only vicunas and rheas govern the untamed land of green lakes and mountains impossible.
Medanos de Coro, beaches without the sea
Next to the place where tourists bathe their dreams, nature meets the winds of the sea to form one of the most absurd orographies of Venezuela. It is a tongue of sand that does not reach the coast, that runs out of beaches, a miniature desert, where coconut trees are supposed to rule.
