Kruger: partly cloudy
The big South African park was a task waiting list for years. Along the way followed before a few African parks. My gaze was no longer the same as when I had read, imagined and tasted like words that have be savored soul.
ricardo Coarasa
Ricardo Coarasa is one of the Founders of Travel to the past. Journalist with archaeologist vocation, A detective in history, An Ethiopia dream counter to Mexico.
178 articles
Hells Blues: the geography of words
There is a geography of words that seduces with the same intensity as maps and stories that open suitcases and close prejudices. It is a geography of resounding and enigmatic names, of words that inevitably attract you before you even place them in a world ball.
Serra da Estiva: peace in the heights
You have to try to go back to the places where nature has rejected you or has tried to confuse you. A wrong way, threatening storm clouds or an unexpected mishap are only a aside, a few steps postponed for an undated day.
Inhambane: You will not ask water to the thirsty
That woman coming towards us with plastic bottle filled behaved, truly, as if your tap water and always come out that hospitality that we have long forgotten admired me and, at the same time, disconcerted me.
Menorca: the island of breaks
With the days, me di cuenta de que esa sublimación del "xano, xano" (little by little, unhurried) throbbed throughout Menorca, hovering over its people as an ideal of conduct that scatters breaks and drives away precipitations and shocks.
A special holiday in Mozambique
This special party could not be a more. The guests came from Bagdag, Bucharest and Cairo, Rome and Treviso, Azores, Kuala Lumpur and, also, from Madrid. In his shoes totaling more kilometers than the very Willy Fog. The place was magical. Everything was magical.
Artouste: the little train Heights
The day has dawned rough, as sullen as a good morning with no answer, as disappointing as an outstretched hand dangling from nowhere. We are at the beginning of September, but it is very cold and the fog has fallen asleep in the mountains.
There is no forgiveness for Malinche
The Indian who was lover and translator of Hernán Cortés in Mexico still symbolizes the quintessence of betrayal. Five centuries later, Doña Marina, as the conqueror, still waiting for redemption.
Goriz: the legendary shelter of Ordesa
In their rooms it never got dark. The hours made noises and the noises, impatience. you wanted to sleep and, at the same time, get up as soon as possible because the doze was crossed by flashlight beams, footsteps of boots that shook the silence and the metallic clash of crampons and ice axes.
Lago Mburo: reward expectations lowercase
Mburo was the fine print of a trip that took us from the sources of the Nile mythical Rwenzori mountains, Great Lakes to the lair of the last mountain gorillas. But, sometimes, should pay attention to the fine print.
San Francisco streetcars
The icons of big cities are usually emblematic buildings, historical monuments or glittering avenues. But when someone thinks of San Francisco, almost always does it on a tram. A city that has made urban transport its universal emblem has, course, my sympathies.
Birds Lagoon: Peñalara in privacy
At the geodesic vertex they have painted a republican flag, anticipating the King's abdication in a few days. Someone who climbs to a peak with a spray to paint a flag, be the republican, the constitutional or that of the Thirds of Flanders, He is a complete idiot opponent who should be disqualified from mountaineering.
Homage to the Canfranero
Waiting for an old train at a lonely station is a good way to start your day.. One, also, dragging in their wagons a history of resistance against the laziness of the authorities on either side of the Pyrenees, get on it is, especially, an exercise in insubordination.
Spring in Ordesa
There are landscapes that permeate your life, that soak her with experiences that linger in her memory until they become confused with her. Landscapes of memory, landscape memory, so much of. They are places you never say goodbye to., to which you always return.
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To the right starts the path that runs through the Canal de Izas, the great corridor that connects the valleys of Tena and Aragon and one of the most beautiful and lonely in the Pyrenees of Huesca. I have made the complete crossing twice, one summer and one in the middle of winter, and in both I have enjoyed that feeling of remoteness with which lonely horizons are blessed.
Villuercas: the Appalachian Trail
This region keeps a memory of what the Earth was like 300 million years, when before the continents were formed a mountain range ran through it from present-day Canada to the Atlas. Now, This mountain range is divided among eleven countries that dream of signaling the Appalachian International Trail (BE).
In lands gumuz
For centuries, the rases (old Ethiopian war lords) They stocked up on these lands slave, paying the eternal distrust of gumuz against their compatriots in the altiplano, led by amara (the dominant ethnic group in the country), a los que se refieren como "rojos" (for your skin clearer).
New York from above
New York is admired from below, but you can only understand it by looking over your shoulder, giving him back his arrogance, overcoming its infinite vertical strokes, to its giants of glass and concrete that seem ready to close on you at any moment with the fury of the biblical Red Sea.
Praise borders
I like borders. They are the confirmation that the world is not ending, more paths are left to go. Whenever I get to one, I want to cross the other side. It is a matter, truth, Although administratives have taken over them and determine to turn them into simple customs.
Intruder in Sausalito
Right off the ferry, after a journey of 35 minutes from San Francisco, you feel like part of the service of a mansion that the lords of the house exceptionally allow to snoop around the rooms.
The sedentary traveler
The sedentary traveler does not remember when or how he stopped traveling. A bad day, it happened. Maps fell from the calendar, planes and routes with the same ease with which, suddenly, winter is coming.
Numantia: pedagogy facing the crisis
The successive goring of the economy should have long ago turned Numancia into a theme park with a non-negotiable slogan: "Lecciones frente a la crisis". No more.
Murchison Falls: the blessing of the Nile
Time passed as quickly as current. The minutes were not seconds, but liters of water, the same water rushing to the vacuum sandwiched between the rock walls, to get lost in the clutter steam.
Ethiopia: Ricardo Falls Coarasa (II)
And bag backpack his manuscript and tell him Yohanes that pose under the falls that drench us feebly. And then what subject I. And in a way I pay tribute to the honest words and texts well counted. And this book should come here because here was born.
