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Entries of year 2019
After being away from civilization for a while, the city of Durban would be a sight for sore eyes. But even though one may be fooled by the pristine beaches and tall buildings, the urban area can be deceptively rough around the edges. I usually love to discover new cities on foot, but this time I felt a bit uneasy with the surroundings. I would not recommend other travelers to do a casual stroll through the dodgier parts, such as the quarters near Juma Masjid.
Even though I released a book earlier this year called Here Be No Dragons, I must confess that I do enjoy a good dragon or two. So I found myself going up the steep dirt road in Sani Pass in a dirty jeep to look for them.
I finally found myself on the edge of Africa. Cape Town is often called the Mother City, and after having seen the view from Table Mountain I can understand why. But in terms of geography, the main price lies a bit south of the city.
Girona feels like an overlooked city, simply passed by many on their way to and from Barcelona. I did this myself a decade ago, but this time I will do my best to explore the streets and alleys.
I have arrived in Andorra, one of the smallest states in Europe. Hidden away high in the Pyrenees mountains, the country is secluded and seldom visited. The capital, Andorra la Vella, is one of the world’s highest capital cities at an altitude of 1029 meters.
It feels good to be back in Barcelona. The city is a very inviting mix of urban chic, historic flair and Mediterranean vibes. But the Catalan shouts for independence grows ever larger.
Elia Locardi is a professional photographer and a traveling nomad. I’ve been following him for several years on various medias. Earlier this year it was announced that he was busy producing his very own series on travel and photography, called Moments In Time.
It has been one decade since my last visit. Back then, ruin bars weren’t even a thing most people had heard of. The first of them, Szimpla Kert, opened up way back in 2002 but it really took off in later years.
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