I’m back in Morocco, a decade later. But this time I’ve arrived in the gritty city of Tangier. The old Medina is full of fascinating gates and narrow alleys, where I blend in like Moby Dick at a NIN concert. Under the watchful gaze of old men sipping their tea, I keep on walking along winding streets.
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No shade on Alcatraz in San Francisco, but the Rock of Gibraltar is so much more worthy of the name. In ancient times, this was one of the Pillars of Hercules, flanking the entrance to the Strait of Gibraltar. The southern pillar is located on the North African shore, visible at the horizon. According to Plato, the lost city of Atlantis was located beyond the pillars.
There are many great museums in New York city, but my favorite is the amazing Metropolitan Museum of Art. Even the location at 1000 Fifth Avenue is great, stretching from the “Museum Mile” into Central Park.
The capital of the United States, Washington D.C., features an impressive array of historical artifacts and buildings. This weekend I visited a lot of them and was unexpectedly drawn in by the allure surrounding them.
It’s been 15 years since our last meeting. I was young(er) and curious with unrealistic expectations of you, while you were still in recovery from a horrible event. One year had passed since 9/11 but I could still see it in your eyes. The suspicion with which you regarded me, searching for hidden agendas that never were.
I didn’t expect to be back in Krakow four months later, but here I am. The city was already beautiful in spring but it’s absolutely gorgeous in summertime as well.
My weary feet has finally reached Valparaiso, the colorful city in western Chile. After almost a month of traveling across the South American continent I realize that this is as far south as I will come, due to weather conditions (it’s winter down there). Dear Patagonia, I will say hello another time.
The old Inca capital of Cusco is a truly remarkable place to visit. It’s feels like walking around in a Tintin adventure, except that no llama has spit on me. Yet.
A life-long dream came true this morning, as I stood upon the mountain looking down at Machu Picchu. I felt like some strange mix between Indiana Jones and a small boy, gazing down upon the final treasure of the Incas. Perched deep in the Peruvian mountains, shrouded in mists. No wonder the conquistadors never found it.
I’ve been crossing the equator several times before, but I’ve never actually stood on it until now! Of course it’s big business here in Ecuador, with even the Spanish word “ecuador” meaning “equator”.