[stag_dropcap font_size=“120px” style=”normal”]F[/stag_dropcap]rom where he sat on the edge of a cliff, a panoramic view of the Gocta waterfall was in front of him. This was one of the highest waterfalls in the world–plunging from a height of 771-m deep into the forest below. Outside world didn’t know about this waterfall until 2005 because locals … Read more
They are known as the black-blooded people or as “kotsuña” – people of the lake. For thousands of years, the pre-Inca community of the Uros has lived in lake Titicaca. This photo essay attempts to give a glimpse into the history and the Uros way of life. [stag_dropcap font_size=“120px” style=”normal”]T[/stag_dropcap]he Uros community lives about 8 … Read more
A woman dressed in a heavy multi-layered skirt delivers a series of overpowering slaps to her opponent before dragging her across the ring by her long braids. She then spits water on her face before smashing the bottle on her head. The audience boos and jeers, while the referee intentionally looks away. Suddenly, the victim … Read more
Yesterday, after cycling 80 km from Caldera, I decided to camp along the Pacific coast. I left the Ruta 5 road and pushed my bicycle through sand. After scouting for a bit, I chose a location behind giant rocks and pitched my tent on a flat sandy ground. For dinner, I cooked my favourite dish … Read more
After a day of cycling on the gravel road, I reach the bank of Rio Baker river. Each screw of my body is loose. I wipe off the dust and sweat on my face with the cold turquoise-blue water of the river. It is very quiet but in my head I can hear the bicycle … Read more
As the sun sets in the town, the howling wind becomes quiet. I can finally read the book of my mind. “What makes us travel to the far lands? Is it curiousity; the need to learn and experience different? What motivates us to expose ourselves to the tough situations? Is travelling a child’s play, or … Read more
The year is 1996. It is July. It is hot. I am cycling from Layyah to Lahore. I have cycled 70 kilometres since the afternoon and have crossed Choubara. The darkness has fallen in the Thal desert. The same desert where the love story of Sassi and Punnun emerges from. I have my eyes peeled … Read more
I met Thierry in Marand, Iran by chance when my host Akbar was leading me to a guesthouse. On the way we saw Thierry surrounded by a number of policemen and passersby outside a police station. He had been brought there by a taxi driver whom he had refused to pay after a terrible misunderstanding … Read more
When I go through old family photos, I see my young mum wearing a necklace in almost all the pictures. Ever since her death I have been fascinated about mum’s likeness of this necklace. Although, it remains a mystery when and where she got it. Was it a wedding present by my dad? or did … Read more
Kamran Ali was born and raised in Layyah, Pakistan, and has been living in Germany since 2002. Kamran’s first bicycle tour was as a 13 years old who picked up two friends on a little bicycle and did a round-trip to a nearby town covering 52 kilometers in a day. His longest trip in Pakistan … Read more
Kasha, our Couchsurfing host in Gorzów Wielkopolsk,Poland, read the “Chicken Licken” story for us. It was a nice story but with a sad ending.
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