With its maze of creeks, the suburbs of Pontianak in Indonesia are a joyful playground full of life and happy smiles.
A short trip to Morocco is enough to plan an excursion into the Sun-beaten, barren Sahara Desert, home to centuries of survival stories that have seen many empires rise and fall; and for millions of years an incredibly beautiful dune scenery that absorbs one’s senses.
A famous Chinese writer once found love in Lanzarote, making a trip around the island an homage to love and adventure.
Tash Rabat was a roadside inn used by merchants and travellers of the Silk Road located in the heart of the Tian Shan mountains.
One hour into my arrival in Bishkek, I had been stopped by the police three times. One time I deserved to be, two times I didn’t; and every time I had to bribe the corrupt officers. Two of them took my money, one took my wet towels.
On my way back down from Song Kul, I found myself alone with my horse on a vast, endless steppe near Kyzart. There was only one thing for us to do: race the winds of the Tian Shan mountains.
There’s a place in Kazakhstan that doesn’t quite fit with the rest of the country. The “pearl” of the country, the lakes in Borovoe are an oasis in the northern steppes.
Sauran and Otrar are two abandoned cities, their former glory long forgotten with the decline of the old Silk Road.
Halfway to Turkistan, the highway is alive at night. Dusty engines rest, families settle around, mud ovens are set up, and a busy city is improvised. The smells of beshbarmak, manti, pelmeni, shashlik and every other food in the country dance in Kazakh, Russian and Turkish.
Every winter, an igloo-building contest is held in the Ripollès region of the Catalan Pyrenees. Experts and amateurs get together early in the morning to start digging and slicing the ice hoping to finish their own igloos by noon.