El Salvador is not the most popular destination for art lovers. It’s understandable- smaller countries tend to have less interesting stuff in their museum collections. MARTE, San Salvador’s art museum, is no exception to the rule. Most of the art there is pretty bad. But it’s an amusing experience nevertheless-
Ten years ago, at 23, I wanted to travel fast, cover lots of ground and tick boxes. Go and never stop until I got there. The older I become, the slower I want to travel. As a travelling couple, we like to linger in one place for a bit longer,
Things get out off hand around half past ten. The manager of Baar Randevuu, whose frizzy hair looks a bit like that of an alpaca, throws out a female customer. The woman brushes the mud off her dress, a scanty garment so kitsch that only a Russian would wear it
“Upon arrival in Tangier, most travel guides advise you to make immediate plans to leave, if you haven’t already. They are right: Tangier is a first-degree shithole.” A book called 101 places not to visit catches my eye in the library of Pärnu, according to its cover “your essential guide to
The Asian-American flashpacker marvels at what he sees from the window. He looks astounded. “Hmm, the men seemingly dress like in Iran, in long trousers and with shoes.” His gaze goes down towards his own outfit — shorts and flip-flops. Just minutes ago, he was bragging about the “dangerous” countries