The statue of Juan Maspalomas and the invisible heroes
The world is full of rocky homages to bankers, politicians, lawyers, soccer players, priests and other public figures. In 451 days of travelling I’ve…
West Kalimantan, the place that time forgot
The warm Pontianak air hit me with a hard, humid slap. Touts jostled for attention at Bandara Supadio, vying for my money. I flew in from Kuching, my home city…
Sunsets turn to grey: a tale of Southern Italy
It was another hellish summer day in Positano. The tourists boats were coming in since first hour in the morning. Not much had changed in town. On the way home…
Postcards from Morocco (III) – Daytrippin'
The fact that Marrakech is an oasis in the middle of nowhere is confirmed once you've left the metropolis. After two hours en route, the Ouzoud falls —the…
Postcards from Morocco (II) – Earth, wind but no fire
Abandoning Marrakech is leaving the heat behind. 170km to the west, Essaouira presents itself as a port city full of air, with sun but no heat. The beach is…
Postcards from Morocco (I) – City of Chaos
We’ve arrived at Marrakech, a city of chaos. Disarray as a way of living. Pedestrians share the road with all types of vehicles: cars, bikes and carts…