Who cares Burundi? (part II)
And in that village lost, north of Burundi, everything was filled with joy, so that adolescent joy, as African, much needed. And the pygmies danced as if to finish the world.
What the hell am I doing here?
What the hell am I doing here? es la pregunta que todo viajero se hace cuando está perdido, inaccessible, en un lugar remoto. Cuando el viaje es de verdad interesante.
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Un milagro llamado Galápagos II
I think that diving is diving into a dream, everything is a lie, it is not possible such coordination algae and fish that do not touch, barracuda and anemones, of iridescent fins and silence, everything at once, as a marina owned.
Un milagro llamado Galápagos I
"There are no histrionic parties, or motorcycle thugs, girls or selling a summer night, or beach bars. On the island of Santa Cruz just the sound of the waves and flutter Pelicans listening."
It all starts at Jericho
We were in the desert of Judea, in the month of July, visiting the oldest inhabited city in the world. Water gives life to fruit trees, trade, to the life, in this unbearable desert, where everything is sand and sun.
Zambezi: Eden browse
A canoe enough to traverse fangs. That was the plan, browse the most populous river beasts in the world, paddling between hippos and stealthily approached the buffalo and crocodiles. Africa live at water gives the traveler a sense of harmony tense, the pleasure of the wild.
Skeleton Coast: the desert against the sea
Advertised as advertised pirates: with a pair of warm and skull. Well presented one of the least natural parks in Africa. The coast of Namibia does not want intruders because nature pound their own battle of sand and water.
Welcome to war (Part II)
It was not convenient to mention our condition as journalists and we could still go through Tourism students in search of adventure, camino a Azerbaijan. To say that we were traveling from Palencia to Singapore to make a documentary was perhaps too surreal for those Russians focused on the Chechen attacks.
Welcome to war (Part I)
The morning 28 September 1999 Chechen forces abandoned the Dagestan region surrendered to Russian military might. That same morning, we were traveling in a Ford Mondeo full of sponsor stickers on the roads that approached the border between Chechnya and Dagestan.
The Great White Shark: Panic in South Africa
A watching her open mouth seemed to see me hell himself. The great white shark governs the waters between the Atlantic and Indian Ocean, as if to bring the life of the seas. It moves with the calm of a serial murderer and has dead eyes, black, as death.
A Day in the Death Road
Bolivia is full of cliffs, carriers and unpaved roads. Poor mixing. The crossing guard one of the most breathtaking trips in America and his name does not help to relax the gesture at the wheel. The Highway of Death is a path of mud and stone that wind through the foothills of the Yungas.
The hidden city of the Maya
Almost in whispers told us that the Mirador was the greatest legacy of the Maya, that beyond Tikal, hidden in the jungle are the ruins swallowed by weeds, a city larger than Chichén Itzá, Palenque oldest, most forgotten that all.
Fishing between hippos
Went fishing anything that fell into their networks: fry small river, crabs, hippos ... Uncertainty is part of breakfast in this region of Zambia and that morning we were invited to the feast.
Mennonites: XXI century fugitives
The crocodiles were removed splashing our way, cormorants drying their wings in the sun and lizards were camouflaged in the undergrowth. What none of us expected to find here was the very Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer.
Lago Baikal: Pearl of Asia
The first time I saw it seemed extraordinarily Baikal blue. It's so blue I think anything blue will henceforth Baikal blued version. Is Immense, serene and surrounded by mountains. Waning moon shaped and can boast of being the world's deepest lake
Christiania: themselves rastro of John Lennon
When we arrived we had exhausted that joy. In Christiania is just nostalgia for that illusion. The small company that is based in this location rebels against the world, a mala leche, without admitting that they do not know how to rebuild their world of broken dreams.
Kolmanskop, Ghost Town
In the Namibian desert survives the trace of a strange time, where the man was determined to raise ballrooms on the dunes, barracks in the sand, mansions in the middle of nowhere, but ended up winning, and today nothing Kolmanskop only wind and gloom.
Kamchatka entre the bruma
A man crossing the town in an armored military, several kids played snow throwing bolazos, naked, in a pool of hot water and a clothes women tended to be frozen before drying certainly. Typically in this part of the world.
Bloukrans: a jump of 216 meters
"They are 7 you 8 seconds of free fall, "he tells me a bald guy with hands in pockets, as he tells me the direction of a pharmacy. “Ah, Look how well, and gives me time to remember all your family "I think, already affected by nervous tension.
Pacaya volcano Ascension
The show was awesome. From a crack flowed thick and incandescent lava and formed a scorched earth mantle. Occasionally some huge boulders rolling down the hill and all hell break flowed inside.
A castle in the jungle of Nicaragua
Only the sound of the rain and river flow break the silence of a people without vehicles. I missed the only street of El Castillo, trying to absorb that atmosphere of fishermen asylees in the confines of the jungle. People seemed happy.
Diomedes: The Island at the world
Little Diomede Island has a habit of punishing the visiting, is usually a bad mood, with twisted gesture on ice, polar winds puffing claiming his desire to be alone, lost to follow one of the corners of the world.
A balloon ride over the desert of Namibia
With the confusion of a night interrupted at four in the morning we went to nowhere. We had arranged with officials Ballon Sky Namib desert somewhere and there, with the mist of dawn announcing the day, saw the silhouettes of two huge balloons.
Villa de las Estrellas: a dream in Antarctica
Villa de las Estrellas story sounded, a fantasía. His name was as unreal as the place in which it was installed and we were going there. We were about to get on a plane to travel to Antarctica.
Canaima at ground
Down there, in the dense forests, rivers make watermarks on the rock. Down there, between tropical trees, Jade's roads, pools as glass, burgundy waters, snakes emeralds. Down there I heard a song of exotic birds and the sound of waterfalls.
