Police
12 articles
Ouagadogou and shooting stars
The driver brakes suddenly, all senses alert. Curfew, curfew!, screams as he turns. But what makes? The rumor sounds dangerously close and I can now identify the noise Shots!
Ruta VAP: la tercera vía
That night we go almost all the legendary Gil Vicente to hear a local band some cheer after the 1908, cool bar from Maputo, until and late hours. Back at the hotel, on the avenue 24 July, a roadblock trying to cash. Want money because Txarli not carry the passport. Play hold me until he sees that no note and let me go. 100 meters later we stop other agents again ...
Philippines: story without a moral
I would like to thank the weirdo guy not named Nilson. And it often, a setback leads to an infinitely better than what we had planned. And lying on a beach tan paradise was a good plan, but being adopted by a Filipino family was infinitely better. Thanks how is your name.
In the tomb of Mido Macia
Gone are those two older women, dressed in tight black and piercing eyes that now with the sun's reflection seem deeply moist. Their eyes are deep, strange. Nothing, no people, no forgetting and silence. Mido's death is because only that, oblivion. No more time for him in life.
The market for stolen Maputo
It's nine o'clock, I have not had coffee yet, and I just found out last night that I have stolen the rearview mirror and car headlights. It's nine in the morning and another guy threatens to fuck more plaque on your plate that formalizes robberies.
Illegal, arrested and deported to Malawi
We stopped to get cash at an ATM and get a police car which was down two officers, one armed with a rifle. They begin to look at our car and we understood we had a problem. A smiling educadísimo official, which there is armed, We are asked to accompany them to Police Station
Gorom- Gorom: "The end of the world market"
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
Malawi: the death of President, police corruption
We went to Malawi the day who had just died its corrupt president. Chronicle of a few hours where we were robbed at the border and tried in another policing. An uprising threatens the country's power struggle.
Libya: a meeting with Gaddafi's "boys"
(...) Arriving at the check point appears to the passenger car made by my disobedience basilisk. Dressed in camouflage, with tight-fitting T-shirt, very short and slicked back hair, mirrored sunglasses. Pushes and jostles, forces me to dismount rudely, requires a passport.
Swaziland: the satrap and his five thousand virgins
His harem of fornication is multiplied at the same rate as their finances emetic. Mswati, lord of an estate called Swaziland, landlocked country bordering South Africa and Mozambique, amassed a fortune more than encrypting 100 million .
Lusaka: the city that smells of dust, soulless
Lusaka is a city without a soul, dry, rarefied atmosphere and face. A stopping place for travelers who are African route
