The best part of this travel blogging thing is actually the one you don’t see. It’s getting in touch with like-minded people all over the world, meeting on the road and learning about respective cultures and countries. One year ago, I got an email from Alex (who, btw, is a tour guide at israelwithalex.com). While looking for some recommendations in the Cilento area, he stumbled upon my blog. He subscribed to the newsletter and when he read that I was heading to Israel, he made himself available to go on an adventure with me. An urbex adventure ☺
Since Festival Iminente 2016, I’ve noticed a theme on ± MaisMenos’ ± social feeds.
Through a political campaign –Vota Mais Menos-, Miguel is using the same propaganda mechanisms that governments tend to use to convey his social contestation.
And he is starting by calling into question the core value of democracy: voting.
Slovenia has no more secrets for me. Ha. However, I knew the rural area of Bela Krajina lesser than other regions. Except for a few times when I drove across it heading to Zagreb, I hadn’t been in Novo Mesto and its surroundings since Rock Otočec 2008. And even if I still hang on truly, madly, dearly to the memories of that crazy weekend, nine years later I’m trading mud wrestling for the charm of a landscape resort –Big Berry– nestled into this unspoilt corner of Slovenia.
If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you’ll know I’ve recently spent some snout-in-the-air time among Ragusa’s sinuous iron gratings, which garnish balconies as gargoyles stick out their tongues at each other from opposite sides of the street.
(That’s what I call a Baroque description. Ha).
2017 has been declared the international year of sustainable tourism.
This is a great occasion to highlight the importance of respecting the planet and local communities while travelling, and to show the potential of sustainable tourism to transform our world into a place of prosperity for all.
Although I’m in a desert, it’s surprisingly cold. This is because of the wind, which has been blowing hard since the moment I set foot on Mitzpe Ramon, a settlement in the middle of the Negev desert.
It blows through my hair and the gaping crater, howling endlessly into the depth and swirling back to me. I’m sitting on a cliff with a flat top, which plummets under my feet into the emptiness of the erosion cirque -the largest in the world.
After the never-sleeping Tel Aviv and the amazingly chaotic Jerusalem, I completely relaxed my body, mind and soul in Mitzpe Ramon, a small urban settlement at the heart of the Negev desert. Here, I stayed at the Ibex Desert Inn, a colourful boutique hotel with an artistic vibe.
Run by the lovely Aviva, this seven-room boutique hotel is homey and welcoming. It provided a peaceful place where I could finally relax and breathe in all the beautiful emotions of my two-week trip around Israel.
After attending so many urban art festivals in the last year, it was so refreshing to wander around the alleys of Tel Aviv! Here the street art is still young, spontaneous, and new to my eyes.
Known as the city that never sleeps, Tel Aviv has a growing street art scene that is vibrant and very diverse. While some artists directly address political issues, others just want to beautify the streets and use their colourful art to make people forget about their problems (and the fact that they are living in a war zone).
There is this thing with visiting places that are in your town: procrastination. It’s like the paradox of arriving late if you live close-by. I’ve simply begun accepting it, looking to enjoy some local explorations and keep the focus on a place that I thought I knew rather well. And so, here are four long-put-off urban explorations in Rome –and another similar post is coming soon. How soon, we’ll see. Keep reading →
When Banksy opened The Walled Off Hotel in Bethlehem, everybody had a strong (and often negative) opinion about it. They said he sold out, they said he is making a profit from other people’s misery, they said he betrayed ‘the street’. They said these and many other things, although none of these people had actually been on the corner between Caritas Street and the infamous wall.
Well, I was at Banksy’s controversial hotel in Bethlehem, and I liked it.