Category Archives: Americas

Chicago people watching.

I have one camera – an old Olympus PEN – and two lenses. One long, and the other one a pancake. Yes, that’s as far as my technical knowledge will go and yes, two lenses is one set too many … Continue reading

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E.R., towers and life on the streets. Notes from Chicago.

When I was a teenager, activists from both ends of the political spectrum – the far left and the neo-Fascists – used to hand out leaflets outside my school. There was only one refrain that could have been copied from … Continue reading

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People of the Sacred Valley.

There are ladies in traditional garb sitting with their llamas and alpacas on pretty much every corner of Cusco. “Foto, señor?” they call every time they intercept a camera-toting tourist. She, however, doesn’t seem to be one of those. It’s early in … Continue reading

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To the lost city that never was: walking to Machu Picchu.

On paper, the story was engrossing, the stuff of an Indiana Jones blockbuster or of a Wilbur Smith book. Picture this: a misty morning in the Urubamba valley, deep in the Peruvian Andes. Jagged peaks covered in thick rain forest. … Continue reading

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The world from above: Amazonia

Over the years, as flying became less an event and more a frequent occurrence, my seat-choosing preferences changed, from “always window” to “you know what, I’d rather have aisle”. However, there are exceptions. There are places – Greenland, the Putorana … Continue reading

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Ultimately, the soulless won.

Music echoes from Plaza de Armas, the martial tones of a brass band blended with the cacophony of a cumbia dance. Irreverent, the noise penetrates into the cathedral, bouncing along the whitewashed arcs of the vault. Whitewashed, as was the … Continue reading

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Surfin’ LI.M.A.

If everybody had an ocean Across LI.M.A. Then everybody’d be surfin’ Like Miraf… Nah, it doesn’t rhyme. Beach boys analogies aside, Miraflores was a surprise. It was the tail end of our permanence in Peru and Miraflores provided a welcome … Continue reading

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A change of scenery.

Sometimes it’s good to venture outside one’s comfort zone, trying out something new and unusual, something that one would by default be drawn to dismiss as not in line with his expectations, or taste. I’m conscious that this can sound odd, but … Continue reading

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On the walls: Graffiti of Rio

Graffiti, in Rio, are ubiquitous. Sometimes they are nothing more than annoying clutter on our cities’ walls, petty vandalism and damages to other people’s property, but sometimes they have a purpose, a function. In Beyoglu, at the core of Istanbul’s … Continue reading

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On the Praia: life on Rio’s beaches.

  The kilometres-long arc of sand glitters under the rays of the late afternoon sun. The green-blue sea breaks in white sprays of surf, ridden times and times again by kids using themselves as surfboards. Men and women flock in … Continue reading

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