Tolerance is not talked about, it is done. You do not talk tolerance, you make it.

Once again, human relations were about to teach me a great lesson, this time I was to find out the language of the soul.

On my 7th day of journey through Tibet I arrived to a village situated by a mountain where I was to meet the righteous wisdom of the Lama.

The tale of an adventure to photograph the Pokhara Lakes at sunrise after climbing at night Mt. Sarangkot.

We can keep walking along life without like to pass by for us or start to squeeze every second to appreciate the genuine value of time.

Curiosity and questioning, he perfect formula for learning. Thus, I do not get to understand yet why do we stop questioning ourselves?

after seven days of running and fabulous adventure dotted with outbursts of impotency, I am going to share my Cambodia whispers.

I admire you and you build up my life, neither it hurts nor it bothers me to say it, actually it makes me proud: I love you.

After several years on the road, I managed to identify the symptoms and to self-diagnose myself: I suffer The Lonely Traveler’ Syndrome