La mágica caldera de un volcán cubierta de vegetación y aguas, tribus guerreras de antaño, un desierto y un lago donde no debería de haber vida, un viejo alemán que sin saberlo se suicida y una pista mítica por la que pasan los grandes viajes de África. El Turkana y todo su entorno no son un lugar más del planeta.
Posts Tagged ‘hoteles’
And here we are, I've spent a paste, which had accumulated the previous weeks, with tiny portions of grilled chicken and sleeping on buses for not catching hotels. I hit game of roulette, all red, expected Waza Park.
The funny thing is that the Soviet imagery coexists with a strong religious revival. Lenin and Christ live face to face as residents show a hostile and unfriendly face. No one smiles in Ukraine.
A small island three miles long by 400 meters wide. A small piece of land lost in the Indian Ocean that, however, is a World Heritage Site since 1991.
Police orders me to remove the turban, I seem suspect, inspected my passport and I wonder why I dress like those of Al-Qaeda; I answer that to hide from them. The cop looks at me dumbfounded, I suspect that neither of them really know what the fall-winter fashion Islamic terrorist half
The history of old men who saw snow, a lighthouse keeper at the mist leaves no sleep, a pastor who has never left the park or farmers who depend on a dry swamp. The guts of my favorite place in Spain.
Paharganj is backpacker area and seekers of life. They say it's one of the most dangerous areas of the city, but nothing in this place looks like a risk not survive. We stayed at the Inn Cozzy, christened the resort, whose price per night is less than five euros.