Sometimes it is better to let the images speak. After nearly five years of life and travels in Africa, a photographic summary of the country to another harsh reality, the progress and the immense beauty of this continent. My eyes and my camera sits today in beautiful Namibia.
Life there goes slowly. Morning, women make up their bodies and hair with a mixture of mud, natural dyes and aromatic herbs. A master class in eroticism
In Namibia the distances are dust. They are calculated eye, or that they have at least they do the birds when they cross the long wooden troughs and salt with the fear of being wrong and reach a place. No time in Namibia, it's not possible, do not allow the dead days that have always come. And how do then? "There is no way, nothing is done so that nothing happens. So everything happens ", we answered eyes.
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.
There is a language that we all understand, a way in which man is recognized as a species, a form of universal joy: music. I want to close this 2013 with a song of joy, because what is coming it is better than we caught dancing, in case.
I am enchanted by these lines across landscapes and city noises. Are traveler's blood, what gives life to the you're looking for and confuses the already was lost. I'm attracted to roads that do not go anywhere, sometimes because my place is the road itself.
At that time it wakes up the world. Early wake, coffee and silence: always compensates. Every journey stops at dawn because it is the time of the truce, the point where the traveler understands his whereabouts. Then there is the bustle of stories, the lives of others passing loop, the miles of road ...
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.
The freedom of a car surrounded by animals is exciting and this one turns instinctively reckless. Crossing the Etosha National Park is comparable to travel from one end to Galicia, but instead of manors or granaries, one can find gazelles and elephants.
Since I can only look north and start walking again to walk again on Africa and its deserts. Places where I have not been as Libya, say hides the most beautiful Sahara; Kenya and dry route to Lake Turkana and Sudan and peaceful life overlooking the Nile.
Trusting others is the most humane way to live the adventure. No fear of another, enjoy the difference and learn from it, this is perhaps the true legacy of a world tour.
City, in the desert, is now a ghostly landscape. The once luxurious homes look like dunes go through doors and windows. The richness of the period in which flourished diamonds has given way to oblivion. There was installed the first x-ray machine in Africa, there was a casino, had air conditioning ...
Etosha is an explosion of animal life of the African. An elephant that cuts you step; a rhino is the elusive or jackal, dying, rummaging through trash camping.
After crossing Skeleton Coast, a long desert that ends at the foot of a sea that has left behind the bodies of ships along the coast, we arrived at Camp ongong.
Africa, sometimes, I despair. It gives and takes away at will. The timetables are fiction and commitments made with smiles that are not always met. These things travel, luckily, are usually arranged. ¿Point?