Category Archives: Americas
High and dry – Atacama Travelogue, Part III.
Laguna Chaxa lies at the end of more off-road fun, a few kilometres of track dug into the soft sand and salt of the salar. Here there are no bathing tourists, only pathways scraped in the blinding whiteness of the … Continue reading
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Tagged America Latina, Andes, Antofagasta, Argentina, Atacama, Atacamenos, Bolivia, Calama, Camion, Carabineros, Cejar, Chaxa, Chile, Clint Eastwood, Copper, Cordillera de la Sal, David Gilmour, Desert, Desierto, Enel, Flamenco, Flamingo, Lagoon, Laguna, Latin America, Licancabur, Lithium, Minerary, Mines, Monjes, Monjes de pacana, Moon Valley, Mountains, Nissan, Norte, Norte Grande, NP300, Piedra de Coyote, Plaza, Pueblo, Ruta, Salar de Atacama, San Pedro, San pedro de Atacama, Sky, Sun, Truck, Valle de la Luna, Volcano
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High and dry – Atacama Travelogue, Part II.
Our hostal lies at a crossroad on the edge of town. Go right and it’s ruta 23, the lagunas, Socaire and, ultimately, Argentina. Go straight on ruta 27 and again it’s the Argentinian border, as well as the Bolivian one. … Continue reading
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Tagged America Latina, Andes, Antofagasta, Atacama, Atacamenos, Calama, Cejar, Chaxa, Chile, Clint Eastwood, Copper, Cordillera de la Sal, David Gilmour, Desert, Desierto, Enel, Flamenco, Flamingo, Kim Stanley Robinson, Kunza, Lagoon, Laguna, Latin America, Licancabur, Lithium, Minerary, Mines, Moon Valley, Mountains, Nine Inch Nails, Nissan, Norte, Norte Grande, NP300, Pampa Union, Piedra de Coyote, Pueblo, Salar de Atacama, San Pedro, San pedro de Atacama, Sergio Leone, Sky, Sun, Valle de la Luna, Volcano, Vultures, Wind turbines
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High and dry – Atacama Travelogue, Part I.
It’s said to be the driest desert in the world outside of Antarctica. So dry that certain riverbeds haven’t seen a drop of water in more than 120,000 years, some weather stations have never recorded any rainfall and, even where … Continue reading
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Tagged America Latina, Andes, Antofagasta, Atacama, Atacamenos, Calama, Chile, Clint Eastwood, Copper, Cordillera de la Sal, David Gilmour, Desert, Desierto, Enel, Kim Stanley Robinson, Kunza, Latin America, Licancabur, Minerary, Mines, Moon Valley, Mountains, Nine Inch Nails, Nissan, Norte, Norte Grande, NP300, Pampa Union, Piedra de Coyote, Pink Floyd, Pueblo, Salar de Atacama, San Pedro, San pedro de Atacama, Sergio Leone, Sky, Sun, Valle de la Luna, Volcano, Vultures, Wind turbines
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Pacific skies.
I lied. I said that the last post was going to be the final one from Rapa Nui, but here’s another. The fact is that to go to Rapa Nui and not to be mesmerised by its skies is 100% … Continue reading
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Tagged Ahu, Ahu Akivi, Ahu Tahai, Blue, Chile, Clouds, Crab, Dark, Devil Almight Blues, Easter Island, Gold, Isla de Pascua, Light, Ocean, Orongo, Pacific Ocean, Photography, Photos, Rain, Rapa Nui, Sky, Storm coming down, Sun, Sunrise, Sunset
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El misterio vive: Rapa Nui journal, Part III (and final).
There’s only a beach on Easter Island: as it’s to be expected, it comes with a bit of tourist infrastructure. But stop that image that’s forming in your mind, the one with all-inclusive resorts and a W Hotel with unz-unz-unz … Continue reading
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Tagged Ahu, Ahu Tahai, Anakena, Beach, Clouds, Easter Island, horses, Isla de Pascua, Milky Way, Moai, Navel of the world, Ocean, Pacific, Pale blue dot, Palm, Pescado, Poike, Rapa Nui, Ship, Stargazing, Stars, Sunrise, Sunset, Tahai, Te Pito Kura, Te Pito o Te Henua, Tongariki
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El misterio vive: Rapa Nui journal, Part II.
The north coast is the remote corner of an island that’s already way out of the way. The further away from Hanga Roa the least passable the road gets, until it becomes little more than a rock-strewn goat path patrolled … Continue reading
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Tagged Ahu, Ahu Akivi, Akivi, America, Chile, David Menezes Salvo, Easter Island, El Misterio Vive, He Moai, Journal, King Hotu Matu'a, Moai, Ocean, Pacific, Poem, Poike, Rano Kau, Rapa Nui, Te Peu, Tongariki
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El misterio vive: Rapa Nui journal, Part I.
Some trips are born in the heat of the moment. Others come from way back, originating from yellowing books, B&W films or stories told by elder relatives a lifetime ago. This is one of them. But yet again, it shouldn’t … Continue reading
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Tagged Animals, Bird Man, Chile, Easter Island, Hanga Roa, Horse, Manutara, Migratory bird, Moai, Motu Nui, Ocean, Orongo, Pacific, People watching, Photography, Rano Kau, Ranu Kau, Rapa Nui, Sky, Tangata Manu, Travel, Trekking
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The ecocide that wasn’t.
Back in my university days there was a book that passed hands with the same speed as No-Global leaflets, only with more enthusiastic reviews. It was Collapse, by American geographer and historian Jared Diamond, author of that Guns, Germs and … Continue reading
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Tagged Aboriginal civilisation, Academia, Ahu, Article, Chile, Collapse, Deforestation, Don Felipe González, Don Francisco Antonio de Agüera y Infanzon, Easter Island, Ecocide, Ecology, Economics, European Contact, Exploration, Germs and Steel, Guns, Hawaii, Jacob Roggeveen, Jago Cooper, James Cook, Jared Diamond, Moai, Monolith, Ocean, Pacific, Rapa Nui, Rare earths, Statue, Wiley
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Porteño portrait.
There’s only a way to define my desire to describe a community of 13 million people after visiting it for a mere handful of days: preposterous. Still, this is what I’ll attempt here. This is my final tribute to Buenos … Continue reading
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Tagged America, Argentina, Buenos Aires, Evita Peron, Homelessness, Humanity, Kindness, Latin America, Lucha, Luchamos, Lucia Perez, Machismo, People, People watching, Peronismo, Peronismo militante, Photography, Politics, Porteño, Portrait, Poverty, Pueblo, Resistance, Riot, San Telmo, Santiago Maldonado, Street photography, Tourism, Travel, Travel literature, Urban photography, Violence
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On the market.
Non è da signori. This was a veritable leitmotiv of my youth. It’s a phrase hard to render properly into English, non è da signori. I doubt is very much in use these days; from my point of view, I … Continue reading
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Tagged Argentina, Bazaar, Billingsgate, Billingsgate Market, Buenos Aires, Chorsu Bazaar, Cusco, Dushanbe, Food, Green Market, Isfahan, Market, Osh Bazaar, People, People watching, Photography, San Miguel Market, Shopping, Souk, Street photography
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