Behind the wall.

It takes a while for me to get the hang of Checkpoint 300. Eventually a corridor in nude concrete and Continue reading →

Nobody speak. A Xinjiang journal.

Why coming here? I loathe the term dark tourism. Yet why am I here? I’m not an activist, a journalist, somebody with Continue reading →

A Huck Finn state of mind.

What does it feel like to be floating on the mighty Mississippi with no worries but where to moor for Continue reading →

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 Continue reading →

The worst-named animal in the world.

As far as names are concerned, few animals have had it as bad as the Orca. Popularly known as “killer Continue reading →

Porteño portrait.

There’s only a way to define my desire to describe a community of 13 million people after visiting it for Continue reading →

The Merry Shopkeepers of Bukchon.

There’s a neighbourhood, in Seoul, called Bukchon. Traditional and small-towny in a city of tens of millions, it’s familiar to Continue reading →

Remembrance for scatterbrains.

Landing takes place at night. We descend into the warm Mediterranean air, those of us sat on the left-hand side Continue reading →