Posts tagged "viaggio"
Words & pictures by Cello La notte delle Seghe fa una paura. Fottuta. A tutti. Per questo prendi su e cerchi di fuggire. Sulle montagne: "Magari non mi beccano, non c'è neanche la radio transistor". Ma poi cosa trovi? colori pazzi crocs di benvenuto tramonti sfumati ungulati sbranati dai lupi saputelli brianzoli flair Basta e avanza...
Words by Cello | Pictures by Cello, Clava, Fisto & Visconte Cobram LuCani Sciolti “There aren’t actually any hiking, trail or topographic maps about Basilicata, sir… You could try with the IGM’s maps but most of them date back to the ‘70s… ‘l m’ha dìc inscì ‘l me soci sü a la VEL. “Quindi ciccia!” - I replied. But l’internette and i compiuter have given us a huge amount...
Words by Visconte Cobram / Pictures by Visconte Cobram & Cello STOKED, SO STOKED, STOKE-O-METER, STOKE DROPPER. Ho un telefono nuovo che fa le foto belle, ho fatto un sacco di foto. Son diversi mesi che con Cello si dice di fare un giro insieme, ogni tanto ci proviamo, si apre una chat e si ragiona di tracciati ecc. Al Sabba dello Stirone Cello butta li l’idea di...
Words by Guido Casbah and OK Fede / Pictures by Cello & OK Fede Words by Guido Casbah I saw everything, I saw nothing. I saw thousands stars shining in a crystal clear sky, I saw animals and magic trees, memories of peoples passed by, martyrs, heroes, wayfarers and bandits. I saw them all but I haven’t seen none of them. We were nowhere, we were everywhere. We...
1. PREFACE: YOU CAN NOT GET OUT ALIVE FROM THE ‘90s (words by Clava) When I was young (my grandpa stories always started like this…) I attended the high school. It was during the 90s and I remember I had the habit to go up on my house attic rummaging and searching inside dusty closets looking for scrawny and shabby clothes that not even grandpa used anymore, not even to spade the...
Words & Pictures by LuLu NdE: What you're next to read is not written in native English, as you'll immediately guess. But we wanted to keep it like it is, because only in this way you can imagine what is hearing the story directly from our friend LuLu's voice. One morning I wake up. My brain start thinking what's different with italian and finnish peoples? I get a idea. Going by bike...
Words & Pictures by Guido Casbah The first thing that came to my mind when my boss said: “I’m sorry Guido, we lost our big client, in two months there will be no more work for you” was “ok I’ll ride to Aquasanta Terme for the Holy Water Death Race then”. Two months later I was on a train to Pietrasanta that I decided it would have been the starting...
Words & Pictures by Ila “It’s all uphill!”: these words kept echoing in my head for the entire journey, as a mantra, followed by a series of nice exclamations that are not quite appropriate for a young lady. Day 1 Trieste (IT) - Grahovo, Cerknica, (SLO) Day 2 Grahovo, Cerknica, (SLO) - Kostanjevica na Krki, Krško, (SLO) Ok, I kind of knew it, I’ve been organising this for the months…long rides,...
Words & pictures by Clava Il treno interregionale entra lentamente nella stazione dell'estremo nord-est dove la strada ferrata s'interrompe. Sono a Trieste. Domani si andrà oltre, con la speranza di incontrare quello che non si è immaginato di incontrare. Ad attendermi tre Toscani, futuri compagni di viaggio: Righe da Prato, Gnabra da Arezzo e Gori da Nozzano Castello. Hanno già provveduto all'alloggio per la notte, un oratorio ci offrirà ospitalità...
