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The exotic winding streets of the Medina and the enchanting atmosphere of the souks can make Tangier an enticing destination. Being just an hour ferry from Spain to Morocco, Tangier can be done as a quick trip in and of itself or as an access point to greater Morocco onwards to Marrakech, the Sahara, and the Coast. We were a bit short on time, taking the later route with a vow to return for a more extensive visit. We did however enjoy ourselves thoroughly.
The biggest unknown in the route is how to actually get to Tarifa from Malaga, there seems to be little information on it so this will be for those few who are looking specifically for this information. If that’s you then read on.
Porto is a city known for its wine, its authentically friendly people and for its stunning historical architecture down town. Add in an achievable cost of living, great public transportation, supreme walkability, with parks and several beaches just fifteen minutes away. Porto has both quickly and easily made its way onto my short list of favorite cities in the world.
The charm of this city is variant so let me break it down into sections….
The Historical Downtown, one of the oldest in Europe it is neat and clean, featuring buildings inlaid with brightly colored and intricately patterned tiles. Immaculate architecture towers overhead with complicated stonework and incredible feats of engineering that leaves me awestruck but simultaneously dismayed as I realize these techniques were left in antiquity, swapped for easier methods in the pursuit of efficiency.
My time in Europe will be brief, focusing on some selected parts of Spain, Portugal and Morocco. This is a sketch of where I plan to go.
What? I thought Ryan was staying in South America for years to come. I know you were thinking it.
This project has always been about ceasing the opportunities life, especially those that involve travel. For those of you who know me, this usually means traveling slowly and getting the feeling of near total absorption before moving on. A travel style that has earned me the nickname of, “El Viajero Caracol,” the Traveler Snail.
So this is where I find myself: My time in Peru has expired, quite literally; staying nine months on an allotted six month tourist visa. That in itself isn’t enough to sway me but I also felt that Cusco had nothing more to offer me and there wasn’t much that could convince me otherwise. Now couple that with an impromptu opportunity to hop across to Southern Europe and Morocco and… here I am, ceasing opportunities as they arise.
You can always see where I am and what I’m up to, including a description of my current six month trajectory as it stands from the About Page or the Where Am I Page.
A trekker friend and I set out on an Indiana Jones-esque excursion to the ruins of Choquequirao, the
so-called Cradle of God. The trail was tough; going straight down a full 1,000m to the Apurimac River and then 1,500m back up again, switch backing the whole way. But we were fit after all the recent trekking we’d done, most of all including the high route of Asungate. In fact we were feeling great with such richly oxygenate, high-altitude blood flowing in our veins.
That’s not to say it was a breeze, we still had to carry all of our gear all that way, and even after a late start on what was truly an amusing trip via colectivo, we still had ambitious plans of reaching the top. Everyone we asked along the way – tourists, guides, mule drivers, and locals – said it wasn’t possible.
“Está tan lejos... es bastante dificíl... no es possible,” It’s so far, it’s very too difficult, it’s just not possible. But call it stubbornness, call it what you will… we did it anyway. Ending the night with a delicious and well deserved meal at Marampata – just outside the park gates.
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I sped out of Cusco on a wildly fast route south. I was in a hurry, trying to catch the new moon at the salt flats in Uyuni. Overnight bus to Puno, across the boarder and into to La Paz before another overnight bus to Uyuni and then onwards to the salt flats and the surrounding desert.
I linked up with a wonderful group, the five of them consisting of representatives from France, Portugal, Spain, Italy and Peru. Together we headed out to Bolivia’s most famous tourist destination: Las Salineras de Uyuni. An ancient sea turned to dust, depositing its salts across a vast expanse.
The experience was as unbelievable as the photos you've undoubtable seen; endless, crystalline, eye-bleaching whiteness of salt, and equally endless blue sky above. Reaching down I pluck off a small piece and pop it in for a try… super salty salt, the saltiest of salt. Raw, unfiltered, full of lithium – think batteries and antidepressants.