Happened on Bocas Dzilam, north of the Yucatan Peninsula, in a place that is neither coast, or forest, or mangrove, but has a bit of everything, as if the chaos outside its natural state.
A 9.288 kilometers-Moscow, a teenage couple kissing in front of a frozen beach where the Pacific breaks its last waves. Russians drink vodka soldiers in the trendy, women walk with the same grace that inthe Square Rojay children play on the waterfront
Around the world was divided. My co-expedition were about to cross Russia by car, across Siberia under the threat of an impending winter. I would do the same trip aboard the "Moscow-Vladivostok train", known here as the Siberian.
I just heard my own breath as he ran with no plan to the car. Alfonso was behind me. scared the image of chaos: a computer that had come out fired, unrecognizable car parts, smoke ... the screams of my friend.
The pleasure of nowhere. In Mongolia it is possible to drive with your eyes closed for a while. We had left Ulaanbaatar and I only had a clear horizon ahead, an empty landscape and a sense of unbridled freedom.