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.
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.
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
Javier Brandoli (text) and Olga Moya (photos)
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.