With every travel blog of modern-day “nomads”, the world becomes smaller and flatter. Ultimately, travel blogging is where travel writing goes to die.
I left too much and nothing at the same time. By “too much”, I mean almost all of my material possessions (except my laptop and some pieces of clothing), all the things and places I was attached to. By “nothing”, I mean that somehow I could detach myself from the things and places I loved.
The most disturbing thing about the train, is that it exists. That hundreds of Mauritanian workers and freelance merchants have to take it on a regular basis, like this, covered in dust and dirt. What for me was a one-off adventure, stuff to write stories about, for Mohamed and his family was just another commute to work.
I don’t know what bothers me more: the fact that more than half of these people, who navigate across the bay daily in decrepit wooden boats, cannot actually swim, or that I just saw a godzilla-sized rat lurking between the rocks by the water.
Assane and his two travel companions are driving an old pickup truck from Spain to Senegal. It is a lucrative business, for those who like extended road trips and do not mind a bit of bureaucratic hassle here and there. The pickup is loaded with all sorts of stuff, but they find space for my backpack on the top, and squeeze me in on the back seat.
Hyenas are amazing, no matter what lies Disney cartoons have been feeding you all these years. Leopards are nocturnal ninja cats that hunt from trees. Cheetah is a motherflippin’ rocket with the fastest acceleration in the animal world. Africa is great.
There is a place in Istanbul where all lost and forgotten things find their ultimate abode.
On my recent car-pooling trip between Belarus and Russia and some time spent in rural parts of both countries, I realised that my Russian vocabulary is in need of immediate upgrade, otherwise I will no longer understand the speech of ordinary countryfolk. If you embarked on uneasy task of learning Russian, it is perhaps because…
It is quite great that non-profit sector is gradually finding its way into visual narrative via Instagram, and professional documentary photographers take upon social media more frequently to access wider audience with their storytelling.
Of all shades on the cold side of the spectre, Faroe islands prefer gray. Foggy gray clouds descending into the valley, creamy gray mist rising from the hills, steamy gray snakes of smoke streaming from chimneys, azure gray rocky coastline, greenish gray curvy mountain pastures, dark gray roads after the rain, silvery gray ocean at sunset.