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3 July, 2017
80 year old, Ne Selpi, struggles to carry a bowl of rice and a coffee pot up the eight steps that lead to the interior of the Tongkonan, the house that precedes the rest of the buildings in the family home. Arriving next to her sister, she does the sign of the cross and with […]
25 May, 2017
Since Friday I have been on forced free time, so I have decided to write something. But, where to begin? It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Should I start from the beginning or from the end? Write thoughts on the blog? Do people really read the blog? This is a question I ask […]
26 March, 2017
I restarted the journey almost three months ago and just two weeks ago I’ve been able to update my site with pictures. The passing of time, an ally of programmed obsolescence, implacable, that forces us to update every programmed object we own, is the one to blame for my website’s problems. The price was to […]
5 January, 2017
The last four months have been very frenetic physically, but more so emotionally. I parked Athena, my bike, at a friend’s place, Sunny’s, in Kuala Lumpur so I can travel to my natal Buenos Aires to see my mother who was ill and give her company during her treatment. I was in Spain giving lectures and […]
27 August, 2016
It’s hard for me to write this post since it’s got nothing to do with me directly, but it’s affecting someone I love very much: my mother. I arrived in Buenos Aires a few days ago and, although I have her permission, I’ll involve her minimally in this post. I am not sure if I […]
28 July, 2016
I was talking with a female friend of mine about infidelity in our society and how it appeared to be accepted in certain countries (I don’t mention countries where you can be raped, stoned or killed for being unfaithful) What I mean to say is: it is easier to make a comment to a group […]
7 May, 2016
This week I celebrate a year on the road on the seat of my bike, Athena. Although I am no the celebratory type of person, a year can’t stop being a good highlight and I can make a reflection on the journey so far. Anniversaries are dates that reminds us of beautiful moments, or moments […]
20 April, 2016
As we went through Burma, the welcome in every stop, hotel or restaurant had a smile o curious, but reserved, eyes but with gentle gestures. I mentioned in the previous post that travelling with the group allowed me a greater margin of movement because not everyone was moving at the same speed. In the touristic […]
4 April, 2016
“Mr. X has invited Mr. Walter Adrian Astrada Marzan, passport xxxxxx7, to visit Myanmar on his own motorcycle in February 2016 to explore the possibilities of exchange agriculture produce and, in particular, to improve the fishing business, from production to the export of produce.” This is an extract from the invite letter sent to me […]
30 January, 2016
The Kashi people, for many years, has patiently guided the aerial roots of the fig trees to make bridges over the river beds, thus connecting one bank to the other. Using betel nut tree trunks cut in half, the roots of the fig trees are guided across the river, weaving as they go, until they […]
3 January, 2016
“I missed this sweet Delhi smell”, says my friend Elena, undeterred. Her boyfriend, Victor, and I look at each other stunned because just as she finished that sentence, a sewer stench impregnates the air as the auto-rickshaw crosses a river of putrid water. India has the infamy of hosting many of the most polluted cities […]
9 December, 2015
As I move on the road a group of trucks going in the opposite direction blink their lights and honk at me to move away from the road. It reminds me of the joke of a driver listening to the radio: – “Attention! We inform you that there is a car driving in the wrong direction on […]
21 November, 2015
All my calculations ended up becoming future plans as soon as I started going through the paperwork to get Athena out of customs at the airport. When I decided to ship Athena to India, I knew I would face one of the most bureaucratic bureaucracies in the world. However, since coming to India in 2009 […]
25 October, 2015
I was thirsty, so I went to what I thought was a drinks vending machine next to my room. What I found was not drinks, but sex toys. The machine was packed with rubber vaginas, vibrators and lubricants. I was staying a motel where affairs and young people looking for a bit of intimacy usually […]
29 September, 2015
I write this post from Vladivostok, a city in one of the easternmost points of Russia, after being on the road for 26,684km in 4 months and 26 days since I left Barcelona. I have a strong internal emotion that is difficult to explain. I imagine it is the same feeling for anyone having achieved […]
9 September, 2015
Once you cross the Mongolian border, there is a stop sign. It is one of the very few traffic sign I will see across the road until I reach the capital, Ulan Bator. A woman comes out running from a somewhat tattered shed, signalling me to stop. I need to pay two tolls, one for […]
15 August, 2015
“I just found out that my friend, Walter Astrada, who I met in Mexico in 2012 at Enric Marti’s home, had a breakdown on his bike. Walter is going around the world for the last three months with “Athena”, the name of his bike, as his only companion and of which its strengths failed Kyrgyzstan. […]
2 August, 2015
Destiny has many strange ways to help us commemorate dates. As I complete 3 months in the journey to the date, I am travelling 670km back to Osh, in Kirgizstan. There, is Muz Too, the travel agency I mentioned in my earlier post which helped fix my suspension problem just some days before. Athena is […]
22 July, 2015
When I did the maintenance course for Athena in India, “Jugaad”, a colloquial Hindi word, was the term used when you found a solution to a big problem that is unconventional, or innovative. For this journey, I carry some spare parts, but also a Swiss knife, wire and gaffer tape. When I was little, I […]
6 July, 2015
To traverse the spectacular Georgian Military Road, which starts from Tbilisi heading north passing through the Terek valley and the Baidarka River canyon, makes me go through the only possible passageway between Russia and Georgia. With historic tensions between these two countries, the crossing is slower than usual, with infinite queues of cars and trucks […]
29 June, 2015
“Oh, Darling. Thank you for inviting me to dinner, but this was the worst dinner of my life.” Inside the elevator with me, two women are having that conversation. As we go down in the elevator, from a restaurant recommended by a travel guide for its food as much as for the views it has, […]
22 June, 2015
When I was little, my mother used to scold me for pointing with my index finger asking about something or someone and that was something I used to do frequently. It was bad manners, she said. My most glorious moment I had it when I was 4 or 5 years old, in the queue to […]
15 June, 2015
Stuck in a traffic jam at the entrance of a city, in which I progress very slowly, under an almost torrential rain, I have an ear to ear smile. When I am in these situations, remember an answer given in an interview for a multimedia project on the wealthy classes in Buenos Aires that was […]
8 June, 2015
Bullet and mortar made souvenirs spread along the window displays of the shops near Mostar Bridge. They come in shapes of tanks, helicopters and war planes. Machine gun holes still adorn some walls along Santica avenue. With the disintegration of Yugoslavia in 1991, Milosevic had the idea of creating the “Great Serbia”, unifying all territories […]
31 May, 2015
Although I’ve lived in Europe for many years, there are places I only know from books or films and this journey isn’t planned for me to do only that. Traveling in Europe is expensive and from the 10th of June onwards, the visas for Kazakhstan, Azerbaijan and Uzbekistan begin to expire and I want to pass […]
22 May, 2015
I’m in front of the door. On one hand, my bike helmet and on the other, the key to a home which is not mine anymore. Thousands of images from the past year pass through my head; 6 months of physiotherapy because of a ligament rupture on my knee, preparing the bike, papers and visas, […]
21 February, 2015
I’m passionate about travelling. I find happiness in facing new challenges and meeting new cultures. When I turned 18 I started working as an airplane mechanic. This allowed me to get on journeys inside my home country, Argentina, at a very low cost. A few years later, at 21, I started working at La Nacion […]
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