Posts in category ”Travel destinations”
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A day in Toronto
Toronto isn’t a city that begs for attention. It doesn’t scream like New York or seduce like Paris. No, Toronto is the kind of place that plays it cool, having a quiet confidence wrapped in layers of concrete, maple leaves and multicultural swagger.
Through Wales without a Tardis
Ah, Wales. The country with the most impressive and baffling language. It was even used in the Bosnian conflict, where a Welsh regiment used the language for as a way to “encrypt” communication.
Down the stream in Basel
It’s been about twenty years since my last time in Basel, I hope they don’t remember me. As I walked along the river Rhine, I thought back on the past two decades and how everything has changed, yet stayed the same.
Tales of Algarve
So I’m back in Portugal. Way down in the south region of Algarve, to be exact. The town of Faro is kind of sleepy, but since this is my fourth country visited in the last five days, I could use some rest.
Sessions in Seville
Seville is an old city with a long memory. It’s the kind of place where history isn’t behind hidden glass, but it seeps from the bricks and cobblestones.
Raiding Algeciras
Algeciras isn’t the kind of place that makes the cover of glossy travel magazines. It’s a gritty port city with bad lighting and a permanent bouquet of diesel. Most people treat it like a pit stop on the way to somewhere better.
The urban maze of Tangier
Tangier is a strange beast. The streets curl and writhe like a Lovecraftian tentacle, oblivious to geometry or reason. Google Maps gives up halfway through the first alley, surrendering to the timeless chaos.
Ascending Rock of Gibraltar
The Rock of Gibraltar rises like a stubborn old man at the edge of Europe. Grizzled, immovable and full of stories you’ve heard before. Part British, part Spanish, this odd chunk of limestone has been a pawn on the geopolitical chessboard for centuries.
Treasures of the Met in New York
Some museums feel like mausoleums. Cold, sterile and reverent in the worst sense of the word. But the Met? A glorious warehouse of stolen gods, battered samurai armor, Egyptian death masks and enough marble nudes to make a bishop faint.
Reliving history in Washington D.C.
Washington D.C. is a city built on contradictions. Grand ideals etched in stone and a history that’s as bloody as it is idealized. The capital of the United States is a place where the marble glows white and the ghosts never shut up.