21
Mar
Cerro Campanario - San Carlos de Bariloche - Argentina

Juan Martin
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“Después de haber escrito Cien años de soledad, apareció en Barranquilla un muchacho confesando que tiene una cola de cerdo. Basta abrir los periódicos para saber que entre nosotros cosas extraordinarias ocurren todos los días.” Gabriel García Márquez El otro día fue mi cumpleaños. Sentí el deseo de una montaña y así subimos a la […]

8
Aug
A game of light and space

A game of light and space

As the sun shies away behind the abraded slopes of Cotacachi, the sharp mouth of the Imbabura fills up with gold. The boys look up, frozen in trepidation. Mid-air, the basket ball hesitates, a flaming sky for backdrop, like a planet seeking its orbit. I look away with a grin on my face, uncaring of […]

22
May
Vintage Projector

Hidden secrets of the Eje Cafetero

“A soft light pervades the dusty rooms of the colonial building. Every corner is stashed with testimonies of the department’s recent past.” Away from the overly beaten touristic tracks of the Eje Cafetero, hidden among the anonymous streets of the small town of Calarcá, two unassuming men guard one of the most important treasures of […]

30
Sep
Baia Concha parque Tayrona

Dreams and aspirations

Baia Concha is a nice secluded bay in the Tayrona National Park. Late in the afternoon, when all the people are gone, fishermen and tourists boats have stoped and the sound systems have been shut down, the sun sets behind the greenest hills, the sky turns orange and one can enjoy the sudden silence and […]

14
Aug
Pan Ossia - Steel Pan Band from Gouyave - Grenada

Using frustration to produce real magic

Last Saturday Grenada was supposed to host the National Steel Pan Bands Showdown, also known as Panorama. On Friday I had the luck to assist the rehearsal of a small unsupported band in Gouyave, a small fishermen’s village north of St. George. Young students from the village spent months preparing for the event, working hard […]

1
Jul
Portsmouth market

The kindness of strangers

Back from the market this morning I realised I left behind a pineapple and a pound of fresh tomatoes. The little girl behind the stall, probably not even 10 years old, had run off to get my change. She took long enough for me to get involved in negotiations with a Rasta man for fresh […]

17
Dec
Rain and Sun over the Atlantic

Atlantic Crossing – Part V

“I guess this is it. As we leave Palma, we are faced with at least two weeks of beautifully vast ocean. You will probably see the snow, some might go skiing, others will get stuck on public transport. You will celebrate Christmas, eat loads of sweets, make new resolutions, then you will get drunk and […]