It is our penultimate day in Cambodia… While looking for a convenient spot from where to start hitchhiking towards Thailand, we come across this gigantic abandoned hotel.
The worst train ride in our life takes us to Bagan, the old capital of some ancient kingdoms of Burma. After spending an almost sleepless night in the vicinity of the train station, to avoid paying the $30 ticket in order to enter the city, we ask a lift to a family that takes us […]
A nameless motel, a bed of rubbish, doors and windows beating continually and cockroaches that roam freely in the cracks in the walls and floor.
While we were searching the way to cross the tropical island of Koh Chang from one side to another, we come across this huge abandoned wreck. We do not miss the opportunity to take a ride inside the ship!
While searching a place to sleep in the town with funny name Kampot (funny as in Russian language it’s name of a drink from fruits), we bumped into this abandoned guest house and laugh happily as it was exactly the place we were searching for!
The end of one story and the beginning of another one.
Abandoned cottages that emerge like moles from the ground, without life and without a future.
On the road to Pai, after eaten a little bit more than we needed in a restaurant a few kilometers from Chiang Mai, inevitably and without warning we feel the immediate need to ask our driver to leave us on the roadside.
Two other huge blocks of cement rise up in the city of Montegrotto. Looking at the horizon, they question why the little beings of skin and bones no longer inhabit their cavities…
I walked in a desert. And I cried, “Ah, God, take me from this place!” A voice said, “it is not desert”. I cried, well, but…. The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon.” A voice said, “it is no desert”.