The Weekend Rambler
Always Authentic. Always on its own path.
Tag: Travel Photography
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Well, perhaps not the armpit. Some people really like this part of Portugal. Some people also like licking armpits. I am neither of those people. And I suppose an armpit in winter is far more curvy and elegant than it is in the summer. For me, this armpit was hot, sweaty, and reeking of rotten…
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When we last met, I was heading through the rain on a bus down from Vigo on the Spain-Portugal border. Portugal, land of charred octopus, grandiose rock beaches and abandoned houses. Spain’s smaller cohabitant of the Iberian peninsula offers a lot in a small stretch of land, and I intended to see as much of…
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Fresh from our blue cheese and bagpipe filled jaunt through Asturias, Simon and I powered our little Baracuda West into Castilla y Leon. This is a part of Spain, I guarantee you, I knew absolutely nothing about. What I found out was that it was a place of pilgrims covered in red dust adhered with…
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In our last episode, Simon and I had been on the road for about three days and stayed in the middle of the misty mountains in the Basque Country. Afterward, we went South into Navarra to see the lunar plains of Las Bardenas Reales. Read more here. Now, it was time to move back up…
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When we last met, we were spreading fast in our silver Tuna, Natalia, towards the great unknown of the Basque lands. Since moving to Europe almost four years ago, the Basque country has fascinated me in the way a toy car does to a child. Something about the rocky cliffs, the intense desire for independence,…
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