The psychological effort I need to leave this service station is immeasurable. There is nothing around it in about 200 km in every direction,
Read MoreI pedal with my head wrapped in my turban and my eyes sheltered behind my sunglasses. The glow of the incandescent sand in the midday sun blinds me. In this Saharan
Read MorePasaron 10 años desde que comencé a viajar en bicicleta por el mundo y no tengo planes de cambiar de medio de transporte, pero si tuviera que elegir un medio motorizado en el que yo no
Read MoreMost travelers who cross this region of Africa do so by following the most direct route, which is the one that follows the coast of the continent. However, my intention is not
Read MoreAs soon as I get off the taxi, the stench assaults my nostrils penetrating deep into my lungs. For a few seconds I hold my breath to digest the impact. I exhale, and try to
Read MoreRosso, the main border crossing between Senegal and Mauritania, has one of the worst reputations in all of Africa. Among travelers, stories abound of
Read MoreI leave Dakar full of energy. I feel like new. I shaved after 5 months, I cut my hair, I got deodorant and everything smells of soap because I washed the few clothes I have. It is not just any
Read MoreDespite the great inconvenience, I am surprised at how quickly I am able to resolve the end of the visa process. I find it amazing because that's how things are always like in Africa: totally unpredictable.
Read MoreMy original intention to head directly to the heart of the Sahel once I entered Burkina Faso, was truncated by the unexpected condition imposed on Burkinese visas obtained at the country's borders.
Read MoreIt's mid-morning, the sun is high already and the heat is tightening. I am happy because I am about to cross into a country that I have been waiting for so long to arrive: Burkina Faso. It is one of those countries (as were Kyrgyzstan, Gabon and others in the past) to which, with total honesty, I always wanted to go mostly because of the very curiosity that the name generated in me
Read MoreAfter the rough crossing of the Namib, I took a week off in Windhoek to recover my strength, to eat very well, to braai (barbacue) every night with very good friends, and most importantly
Read MoreThroughout my years as a traveler, I have discovered, especially since I began to travel by bicycle, that the essence of a country and a culture lies in that delicate transition that occurs between its the renowned points of interest.
Read MoreBy the time I arrived at Vioolsdrif, the South African border post, all the landscape and atmospheric phenomena around me had been transformed; an extra-planetary sunset indicated my course: Namibia
Read MoreThe departure from Addis was the starting point of our long scape from Ethiopia. We had already spent a month and a half in the middle of the country, and our
Read MoreFrom an aesthetics point of view, sincerely speaking, Khartoum is not the most attractive city in the world. In terms of architecture, it is a city built half-way, in fact, there is no single building that
Read MoreMuch more than the idyllic images of silhouettes of camel caravans walking at a slow pace along the undulating golden dunes at sunset, the Sahara is for many, the place to come to earn a living. In this vast ocean of sand, the abrasive heat, the harshness of the wind and the cruelty of the sun make it unthinkable that a place to work can be possibly found here.
Read MoreI perceived it from the very beginning in Wadi Halfa, while walking along its streets of sand in that very hot Saharan night. I looked around me and the hundreds of merchants that filled the
Read MoreWe are in the queue to buy the tickets for the boat to Wadi Halfa, it's 46 C in the shade. While we wait, two nice Egyptian tour agents get in the queue behind us and exclaim effusively the usual: “Welcome to Alaska!” to
Read MoreOnly when you reach the Nile after having spent weeks in the desert is when you are finally able to understand its historical and present-day relevance. It is very
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