Posts in category ”Travel destinations”

Along the French Riviera

The French Riviera is one of those opulent places that everybody seems to like. It’s easy to get seduced by the yachts, the designer labels, the kind of wealth that bleeds into every corner. But beneath all that polish, there are old stones that still beat to something real.

Roaming through Banff

Banff can’t be real. It’s too beautiful, too pristine, like a fever dream soaked in glacier water and maple syrup.

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

I’m back in Portugal, far south in the region Algarve. Faro is my base for now. Quiet and empty, but oddly soothing. After five countries in five days, my body is craving 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.