Some call Edzna “A House of Echo”. Indeed, this phenomenon can be observed (or rather heard) while standing in between some of the buildings of the old Maya city. Personally, I do believe that this name has another, much deeper meaning. Here, like nowhere else, echoes of the past civilization can be heard. One that fascinates millions of people to this day and one that left … Continue reading Edzna. House of Wise Men of Water / Dom wodnych mędrców
A long time ago Uxmal was ruled by a mighty king. His power was absolute and the city was so great, no one and nothing dared to threaten it. There was however a legend which stated that once the city gong is heard, the city will fall from the hand of a boy, one who wasn’t born by a woman. At the same time, there … Continue reading Uxmal. At The Beginning There Was An Egg / Na początku było jajko
Being way too brutal in his doings, he turns the Indians away from God, instead of bringing them closer to him”. Such is the way a Franciscan missionary Francisco de Toral wrote about Diego de Landa in his letters to Spanish king in the XVIth century. De Landa’s task, as a friar was propagation of the Catholic faith on recently discovered territories of Yucatan peninsula. … Continue reading Izamal. In the Image of Sun God / Na podobieństwo boga słońca.
Though main gate is still closed, there are queues gathering already on a small square in front of the entrance to an ancient Mayan city. First bus will come within minutes, then another, until the population of Chichén Itzá reaches the one from before over a thousand years.We rush to be one of the first ones to enter and have if only a short moment … Continue reading Chichén Itzá. In a Shadow of Feathered Serpent / W cieniu pierzastego węża.
From the top of the ancient pyramid in Cobá the jungle reminds me of a gigantic green carpet. The trees sway in the wind as if their branches were meant to protect the Mayan city from hungry eyes of travellers. They are doing a good job so far. Although it is hard to believe, in the city sprawling on the huge area of 80km2 men … Continue reading Coba. Raiders of the Lost Civilization / Poszukiwacze zaginionej cywilizacji.
The further we move south down Morocco, the landscape reminds us more of that on the Moon. The towns enshrouded with the clouds of sandy dust, were revealing themselves only after we were surprisingly arriving in their center. Eyes, turned in our direction on the streets of Errachidia were a proof that tourists are a rare sight here. We now found ourselves within the Berber … Continue reading Sijilmasa. Golden Center of the World / Złote centrum świata
Quintus Aurelius* rose from his knees, brushed sand itching his skin off his sandals and straightened up. He raised his head with pride. A new day was slowly beginning and a sun was on the verge of raising over the horizon which marked the frontier of the Roman province. The wind was announcing changes. Irreversible changes. It had already been a few decades since his … Continue reading Volubilis. The South in Flames / Południe w płomieniach
In its days of glory Gran Teatro Cervantes could seat up to 1,5 thousand spectators. And it was well deserved. Biggest stars of the European artistic scene were appearing here. Among them Titta Ruffo called “the voice of a lion” or a tenor Enrico Caruso. 1929 even saw the staging of Shakespeare’s tragedy “Othello” in English. The theater was a pride of the entire Northern Africa… Today, … Continue reading Tangier. Gran Teatro Cervantes. Weekly Photo Challenge: Time
Before we pay a visit to Yacoub al-Mansour esplanade, it is worth to tell a few words about the sultan and the king of Morocco, Mohammed V, who is buried here. In 1927 he ascends to the throne of a country which is at this time under a French protectorate. It is then controlled during the World War II by the Vichy government. Mohammed V … Continue reading Rabat. Mohammed V of Morocco. King’s mausoleum / Królewskie mauzoleum
Every kid knows, that the storks migrate to the warm countries for Winter. While we would give in to the skiing frenzy in our beloved Tatras or along the slopes of alpine glaciers, the prefer the African grasslands. But have you ever wondered where is it that they fly to exactly? The flight south begins in August and September. Favorite holiday destinations for the stork … Continue reading Rabat. Chellah. Where the storks winter / Tam, gdzie zimują bociany