They have not been pressures of the Chinese Embassy, but for technical reasons (of spiders, bots and rows) I have removed this article from Viajablog, but it is still available in: He and she on the trail The lost papers of avistu Likewise, I have published another with "the day after" the inauguration, parades and protests.
I think there is no doubt that the four editors of Viajablog are more of a backpack and trekking boots than a tie and suitcase with wheels. Despite this, from time to time trips (personal or business) arise that are quite far from what we are used to or prefer a priori.
It seems that Krakow is going to start fine bars and restaurants that serve drinks to British tourists who are half naked. Other eastern tourist cities are seriously studying the idea and will probably follow Krakow's example. It seems to me a magnificent response to the Hooligan invasion that the eastern countries are suffering due to the low cost.
Getting on a Ryanair plane today is becoming something like riding a train in India. Every quarter of an hour someone passes through the aisles proclaiming their merchandise: Samosas or duty free shopping, chai or coffee, birianis or lottery tickets. You no longer know if the aisle of the plane has become a kind of Madrid trail or a Maghreb medina.
With Javier in a bar in Madrid In the heat of August in Madrid - and thanks to a mutual friend, the fantastic travel writer Xavier Moret - I met the writer and journalist Javier Reverte. It was not an interview of any kind but I found the fascination for Africa in the lyrics of his book "Lost roads of Africa" and I really wanted to meet him.
The other day, while I was glancing at Ryanair's magazine magazine, I found an article that was quite funny. He talked about the innumerable anecdotes and unlikely situations that the staff of different European hotels have to deal with. Here are some of the cartoons told by its protagonists that made me laugh the most: “When I was working in a high-class London hotel, we had a note in a secret corner where we wrote down the most sympathetic bullshit with our stupid guests.