Narew isn’t by any means a hospitable river. For many ages its swampy valley was a world of its own, intact, undiscovered. Noways it is still barely accessible and its main current is hidden under the shadows of reed stands for the bigger part of the year. Spring is the best season to come here. Narew valley then transforms into horizon reaching flood plains and … Continue reading Podlasie. The Chronicles of Narew / Opowieści z Narwi
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
We start our Campeche sightseeing with Malecon, a promenade running alongside Gulf of Mexico. Apart from a refreshing breeze, what’s really attractive about this place is a belt of some excellent restaurants and bars which specialty are fish and seafood dishes. There is a calm and blissful feeling to this place. Cyclists, runners and strollers alike share Malecon fairly with many tourists coming here from all over … Continue reading Campeche. Bucaneers Golden Age / Złota era bukanierów
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.
A crowd fills up the space around the Fransisco Cantón Rosado square. Municipal town hall cloisters which tower over it, play a role of a loge seating. Yet still the best view is from the first row. Since noon one could already see people placing their chairs, stools and beer crates (mainly from the local favorite beer Sol) here. Kids do not need to rush, … Continue reading Valladolid. Carnival Queen / Królowa karnawału
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.
A thick smoke filled the room. It eddied along its walls lazily floating towards the attic where it could find a way out through the roof. A woman got up, opened wide cottage’s only window, coughed silently and again slowly walked towards the stove. There, in its lovely heat, on a bench, nestled in a straw covered old coat lied a big black cat. Also … Continue reading Zalipie. Paint Me a Meadow / Namaluj mi łąkę
Only the sound of rain drops falling on the stone floor breaks the absolute silence around us. In a place such as this, one can hear even the smallest whisper. What sort of secret society used to be meeting here and conspiring in order to take over the absolutely power over the world? In my mind’s eye I can already see Robert Langdon solving another … Continue reading El Jadida. Taking over the World / Przejmowanie władzy nad światem
They set sail when it is still dark, before the first rays of sun reflect on the calm and peaceful waves of the Atlantic ocean. Fishing boats and cutters. Some faded, shabby, but the rest look as if they were built only yesterday. Tonight yet again we are going to see fishermen carrying a bucket of blue paints and a brush in their hands. Their … Continue reading Essaouira. City of Wind / Wietrzne miasto