If you want to go to Catania, Sicily, you book a flight. Or if you live in Calabria you can take a train to Reggio Calabria, then a train to Villa San Giovanni, then change to a ferry to arrive to Messina, where you take another train.
My small “new year” resolution was to live on an island – and it is almost fulfilled: I moved to Calabria, to the very end of the Italian boot. The curvy roads took me from one side of the shoe to another, to my new home in Soverato Marina.
We saw Porto in a different light: in the morning sunshine, in sunsets, in grey cloudy views and spring colours. A day starts with a sweet breakfast and espresso in one of the small bakeries of our neighbourhood of ordinary people, a place where locals know each other and you order in a mixture of English and Portuguese.
2016 was exciting. I am usually not the one takes the time to stop and reflect but I am starting to recognize the importance of looking back. These 366 days weren’t a continuous year for me, it was rather a period of time cut into separate parts, especially as 2016 meant time split between school, work and travel.
We joined Auf in den Osten for a short trip in the heart of Bavaria, finding our way to the first signs of autumn, muddy roads and pouring rain.
We are gearing up for the next part: it’s Friday evening and we are entering the first boat to visit the Wahlenbergbreen glacier. Being picked up by a bus seem to be an amazing luxury after the about week of walking or biking everywhere – and we are lucky enough to join the first trip of the season to this glacier.
Our plane is leaving the heavy clouds behind and the first thing we see are dramatic, rugged mountains. “It’s already worth all the way”, we are saying. It’s June and we are landing at the Longyearbyen Airport to the 3 degrees cold air of this archipelago located halfway between mainland Norway and the North Pole.
Abkhazia is a breakaway region of Georgia controlled by a separatist government. We applied for our visa to this relatively undiscovered land in the required advance of 7 working days, filling a quite detailed online document and attaching the copies of our passports.
„How could you come to Porto without an umbrella?“ I underestimated this place, that’s right. We spent a few days walking kilometers in the charming narrow streets in both driving rain and sunshine. Street art is everywhere. Old, abandoned houses, too.
We are taking a journey from the misty German highways to a country still shrouded in tradition. Landing into a warm evening and finding ourselves surrounded by Moroccans wearing winter jackets we can see that Marrakesh never sleeps. The smells and noises are inescapable.
Hot days spent in mashrutkas or tiny rooms, cold evenings in the mountains. Post-apocalyptic seaside and Tbilisi’s famous baths. Hitchhiking in the city where cable cars serve as public transport and discovering old blocks. Pieces from our two weeks across Georgia.
Tkvarcheli is a small town in Abkhazia – a disputed part of Georgia which is recognized as an independent country by only five countries. It was famous for its coal mining industry, and grew importance during the Second World War when the major coal mines in Donbass were lost to the Germans.
A photographer and visual storyteller seeking lesser told stories around the world. Originally from Slovakia but currently living in Calabria, Italy, I love the freedom of the open road and the smell of sea. Read more about me here.
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