Ciak on Sicily: trip to the lighthouse of Salina, cinema of Lipari up to the taste of Trapani between sea magic, food and culture

Sicilia. Aeolian Islands. Ideal and real set for tourists and artists. The Sicilian archipelago made of sun, sea, wind and fire is one of the most exciting summer docks. Starting from Salina and its lighthouse of Capofaro, symbol of the island, still active, silent guardian of the cliff overlooking the islands of Stromboli and Panarea, which is reborn in this month of July with the opening to hospitality, thanks to the project of recovery and valorisation entrusted – through a national tender – to the Tasca d’Almerita , the historic Sicilian family, owners of the wine estate and of the Locanda & Malvasia that bears its name: in the spaces originally occupied by the guardian housing, today there are six new rooms and suites. Dizzying.

To disembark at Lipari , the largest of the seven islands-mountains, and immerse yourself in its ” Un Mare di Cinema ” which returns from Monday (23 July) to the 35th edition organized by the Centro Studi Eoliano with a tribute at 21.00 to Vittorio Taviani with the film “Kaos” partially shot on the island on the music performed live by maestro Carmelo Travia. And until July 31 presents appointments and clapperboard with the main purpose of contributing through the cinema to the dissemination of a culture that enhances the sea of ​​myth and the Aeolian territory making it known beauties and particularities.

BACK TO THE FARO DI SALINA overlooking the splendor of the Aeolian sea and its twin “volcanoes”, Didyme, which gave its name to the island in antiquity and today to the wine produced by the Tasca d’Almerita. The lighthouse tower is 12 meters high and its light is 56 meters above sea level with a nominal range of 18 miles (about 35 km) and is an example of industrial navigation archeology: the first official documents attesting to its existence they date back to 1882 when new lighting fixtures were used that came directly from Paris to a design by Henry Lepaute, a collaborator of Gustave Eiffel. Around the fifties, the lantern was moved to the position it now occupies.

In the wake of this enhancement project, the Micro Museum of the Sea and Malvasia was created, which tells, through a multimedia journey, the historical and cultural heritage that weaves the history of the island of Salina , its economic development based on the production of Malvasia delle Lipari and the development of the Marina through the lighthouses, which have always represented the strategic human settlement to protect the territory.

6 reasons to see Brighton at least once in a lifetime

BRIGHTON, ENGLAND – AUGUST 04: The start of Brighton Pride Parade 2018 from Hove Lawns on August 4, 2018 in Brighton, England. (Photo by Tabatha Fireman/Redferns)

For the British it is London by the sea: a more relaxed marine version of the city, less than an hour by train from Victoria Station (and Gatwick). But the bright and proud Brighton there is not only the good retreat of Londoners fleeing from stress and so, focusing on the mix of youth, music and creativity, last year she managed to take home the title of the most hipster city of world.

What this could mean you will discover it only by walking through its crowded alleys, by day or by night. And even if you do not understand what it really means to be the most hipster city of all, Brighton will surprise you anyway. That’s how.

The festivals

The most famous is the Brighton Festival , held every year in May: the beauty of three weeks of music, theater, dance, circus, art, cinema, literature, debates, outdoor events, which since 1967 take place in various location between Brighton and Hove, including the Brighton Dome . And if a festival is not enough for you, here is the Brighton Fringe , a theatrical happening, which takes place more or less on the same days and is second in importance only to the Edinburgh Festival. Also in May (which is evidently one of the best times to visit Brighton) the Artists Open House s explodes in the city , a festival of contemporary art in the homes and studios of artists and The Great Escape, a music festival that sees 500 emerging artists from all over the world performing around the city.

The musical scene

The proximity to London makes itself felt: in Brighton it is easy to cross great stars passing through for some concerts. But the city is proud of its independent music scene, where they find space “indie” labels such as Acid House and clubs like Mono , with dj sets of electronic music that can last even 5 hours. To watch performances of local talent in a sort of famous (indie version), go to the Green Door , which is located under the Brighton station. When we say underground music.

Vienna is the most livable city in the world in 2018 (but in the Economist standings there is no place for Italy)

Aerial view over the rooftops of Vienna from the north tower of St. Stephen’s Cathedral including the cathedral’s famous ornately patterned, richly colored roof created by 230,000 glazed tiles, Austria

Vienna is the most livable city in the world in 2018. This is stated in the Global Liveability Index published annually by the Economist Intelligence Unit, according to which this year the Austrian capital has undermined Melbourne, which had the record in the last seven editions.

The ranking is based on a series of parameters including infrastructure, education, health services, and examines 150 cities worldwide each year. “In recent years, European cities have been hit by the increasingly widespread threat of terrorism – explain the experts who prepared the ranking – while now they seem to be back to normal”.

It was precisely the lowering of the terrorist threat, coupled with a low rate of criminality, that led to overtaking. There is no trace of Italian cities in the posts of excellence in the index. In reality, it also goes bad for the rest of Europe. in the top ten the only other European is Copenhagen. On the other hand, the worst city in terms of livability is Damascus, followed by Dhaka and the Nigerian capital Lagos.


The Bomba del Tiempo

I’m going to Buenos Aires with my friend Argentina Pau and Oscar. We share a room for three. While the two of them leave to see Madonna’s concert, I join another Spanish friend, Raquel. This is an opportunity to get acquainted with the sprawling bus system, but so well organized the capital.

We go to La Bomba del Tiempo, a percussion concert with conductor. Like every week, there is a special guest. This time, she is an opera singer. The atmosphere is huge in the yard, a huge pogo is formed and the musicians slant in the crowd.

Neighborhoods with different atmospheres

The following days impossible to join Sylvain who has no phone. I visit the city sometimes with Pau and Oscar sometimes with Raquel my Spanish friend. They make me discover the so Argentinian and colorful district of La Boca, where resonates the tango music, or that of Recoleta, which looks like old France with its superb cemetery that has nothing to envy to Father Lachaise. At the corner of a street, a small ska concert on a sidewalk, on a square the weekly demonstration of the mothers of the disappeared of the dictatorship. We enjoy a sunny afternoon for a few drinks on the terrace with some peanuts.

Buenos Aires at night

Finally I finally find Sylvain who lives in San Telmo. It is a beautiful neighborhood with a Spanish flair with its cobbled streets, terraces of cafes, and shops of artisants and junk shops. They introduce me to his friends, rather Americans and especially his girlfriend a French internship here. He takes me to one or two bars, visits me around the corner and we watch a tango concert on a pretty square. It is precisely the festival of tango that day.

Between his Spanish classes and his girlfriend, Sylvain does not have much time to give me. I end my week with a hip hop night with Raquel in a box in the Palermo neighborhood. Unbelievable ! It’s like being in New York. People are dressed like Ali G, crocheted cap, bandanas, sweatpants or baggy, soprtwear bras for girls and big glittering jewels. Of course it’s dancing like in a clip of Randy MC, in a circle. It’s a breakdance battle. Finally, I come back late at night. This time, I master perfectly the transport system helped by the ultimate book, the “Guia T”, which allows me to take the bus directly to my bed.

I leave Buenos Aires after a week. I leave Sylvain here. He will join me in Iguazu where are the most beautiful waterfalls of the world.


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After a few days in Cordoba, Sylvain goes to Buenos Aires and I stay in Cordoba. We think it’s better to be separated to learn Spanish. Yes, it is our new goal before going further in South America. Sylvain, like me, knows three Spanish words: gracias, hola, por favor, and that’s all. In addition to the frustration of not being able to talk to people, it’s a real handicap in the everyday price-raising life. Example of dialogue on our arrival in Cordoba: “Hmmm. Hola, there is a free lito? No? A Chambra, No? Humm do you speak english a pocito? Yes? Ahh perfecto! ”

Francois solo in Cordoba

At the hostel (the Cordoba backpacker) I meet Erika, a girl from Quebec who is training here. She helps me look for a shared flat, she is also looking for one. Finally after a few weeks, we become the elders of the hostel and everyone knows us, from the housekeeper to the boss. I give up my research, I am at the hostel. After all here I speak Spanish a lot between Sylviana’s shenanigans because I drag my belongings “que quilombo aca”, Ivana who runs after me to pay the rent “francois pooor favorrrrrrrrr, me pagas”, but especially Victor who m ‘teaches the lunfardo (slang) of Cordoba’ culiado, that boludo … ‘, Nacho my art critic and then Sami and Carolina my teachers of particular French.

Meet the Argentines. The real ones

After a few days, Bastien (a friend of mine) introduces a friend of Cordoba who is celebrating his birthday. Paulina also invites me for the occasion at her birthday assado (include a barbecue party). I meet a whole little world of Argentinian nice people. Now well surrounded, I follow the evenings that start late and end much later: jazz concerts, Cuban zic, etc … I even see the Fabulosos Cadillacs in a stadium (huge stars here) and I partcipe a a funny festival called a penia where thousands of young people dance the Chacarera, a very traditional dance, very simple and festive, with a suspicion of Latin sensuallite and a small macho.


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I take a night bus to join Francois who left a day before me in Iguazu. The Iguazu Falls are on the border between Argentina and Brazil. Tourists go to Iguazu to admire what many consider the most beautiful waterfalls in the world.

Francois found a hostel in Puerto Iguazu, the city on the Argentinian side. The hostel is really nice. They even have a pool. On the other hand, the music is unbelievable. They only spend the old rotten techno of the nineties. Francois took advantage of his first day here to learn how to do Caipirinha with a Brazilian met at the hostel. I am greeted with a good glass of fresh: Cachaca, lime and sugar with ice cream, delicious!

Falls on the Brazilian side

The next day, we leave to see the falls of the Brazilian side. We were told that the Argentine side was the best, so we keep it to the end. It’s a bit of a hassle to go there. The bus drops us at the border post without waiting for us and we have to wait for the next one to continue. We finally arrive at the falls. On the Brazilian side we have an incredible panoramic view. It’s hard to believe that it can be even better for the Argentinian side.

For statistics, the Iguazu falls are 275 waterfalls forming a front of about 2.5 kilometers. The highest of them reaches 90 meters in height. Suffice to say that we take full view. In the evening, we walk a little in Puerto Iguazu, the city is small and there is not much activity, only a concert of a group of the corner, in the street, a little kind Carlos has the clearance sale of Lomme.

There is a bridge to get closer to the fallsThere is a bridge to get closer to the falls


The falls on the Argentine side

The next day, on the Argentine side, it’s really even more impressive. A passage built on the top of the river allows us to arrive just above the biggest fall, the Garganta del Diablo. We do not even see the bottom of the waterfall so there is a stir. Other paths allow us to see the falls in all their seams and we cross lots of exotic animals. We are lucky, the weather is good, which allows us to see tens of rainbows in the waterfalls.


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I leave Francois to Cordoba and go to Buenos Aires. After a bus night, I arrive in a city teeming with people. Almost half of the population of Argentina lives here. Leaving the subway, in the center, I have the impression of landing in full Paris. The main avenues are lined with Haussmann-style buildings. I really do not feel like I’m in South America. I settle in a nice hostal that had advised me Sandra, the Dutch of Singapore. I spend a few days walking around the city with a Quebecer I met at the hostel. We visit the Recoleta cemetery, the Père Lachaise of Buenos Aires where Eva Peron is buried. We leave for Tigre, a small town near Buenos Aires, from which we can sail in the marshes. With Edgard, a Brazilian met at the Cyber ​​Cafe, we visit the Boca district, headquarters of the famous football club Boca Junior, which revealed Maradona. We are also attending a tango show in the San Telmo district.

I discover that here in Buenos Aires, small change is extremely valuable. Indeed, it is possible to pay the bus only with the exact currency.
As a result, there is a real shortage of rooms in the city. To the point that some traders refuse to sell me anything if I do not give them the exact change. They almost all have a sign that says “no tenemos monedas”. Flowing a hundred pesos bill is a real fighting sport.

The other national sport in Buenos Aires, are the demonstrations. There is not a day going by without a motorcade in the street, accompanied by huge explosions of firecrackers. Apparently, nobody knows why they are demonstrating, but according to my Spanish teacher, many of them are paid by interest groups to demonstrate, nice job! The only real protesters seem to be the mothers of the dictatorship’s missing who demonstrate every week in the Plaza de Mayo to demand that those responsible be prosecuted

At the hotel, Zak, an American, advises me to his Spanish school. The classes are quite intensive: four hours a day. Fortunately, I only start at one o’clock in the afternoon. The first week, I’m going with three Americans: – Jake, from Chicago, who has just been dropped by his girlfriend Argentina, but who decided to stay here to learn Spanish and party. – Charlie, from New York, who came to live here with his girlfriend Argentina. – Trevor, from Los Angeles, who keeps on going bullshit. I sympathize with them and we spend most of our evenings together. During an evening organized by an association for foreigners living in Buenos Aires, I meet Clara,

After a few days at the hostel, I moved into a host family, also recommended by Sandra. The people I live with are very friendly and it allows me to practice my Spanish outside of class. But the problem is that there are so many things to do in Buenos Aires that I am almost never at home. Suddenly, after two weeks, I move to a student residence. It’s also good for my Spanish because I share my room with an Argentinian, a Peruvian and a Colombian and it’s cheaper than staying with a host family.

It had been a long time since I had been to see in concert. In Buenos Aires, this is not what is missing and I enjoy it. I’m going to see La Bomba del Tiempo, a percussion improvisation concert that takes place every week with different guests. There are about fifteen percussionists on stage, with two electronic musicians. The atmosphere is hot. Another night, Seabrook, a Canadian with me in class, invites us to his house. He lives in a house that also serves as a local for a Argentinian-Italian NGO that is organizing a concert at their home tonight. There are barely thirty people and the group is really good. They mix a little all genres: rock, reggae, flamenco, Italian song … excellent! Our school also organizes a lot of outings. The receptionist plays in a rock band and invites us to her concert in a bar. She has a very beautiful voice, but all the songs are in English. Finally I will also see the concert there of a school of African drumming: “buena onda” as they say in Argentina.



After twenty four hours of bus we arrive in Salta. It’s really a pretty city, as we imagine in South America with baroque churches and colorful facades. It is almost expected that Sergeant Garcia will sue Zorro on the rooftops.


The day after our arrival, we rent a car with two other French, Mathieu and Xavier. Just out of Salta we are in an arid desert, only covered with huge cactus more than ten meters high. We cross the dusty and calm village of Catchi to supply us. A none plays with the children of the school on the main square.

Wild camping under the stars

A few tens of kilometers of dirt tracks further, we arrive at the edge of a lake in the middle of nature. The place would be perfect if only it was not so lined with crusts of biquettes. We are preparing a huge campfire. With whole tree trunks the fire burns all night under the stars. Warm in our down, we sleep like babies until the rain forces us to move into the car.

Mission sleeping in a cave

Second day in our Volkswagen Gol, the landscape becomes more mountainous and rocky like forms of gigantic strata of tapered stones. In the evening, the landscape becomes redder. At Cafayate we repair our tire crosse and leave in search of a cave that we have spoken. We hope to sleep in the dry, and make a fire in a prehistoric spirit that I like. We do not find the cave but an open chapel at the top of a hill.

A blasphemous Picnic

We decide to picnic in the chapel. The place is perfect for the apero, and in this sacred environment we take the opportunity even to make some blasphemous photos that do not please the boss who is watching us from the top. Divine Consequence: in the middle of the night, Sylvain plants the car in the middle of a river. We are stuck in the mud and the gearbox is blocked first. Yet we did cross dozens of small watercourse like that in the day, but in the middle of the night, it’s hard to realize that it’s much bigger than the others.


Separation in groups assignment of missions

It is only about twenty o’clock, yet no cat goes by this way. Water begins to rise inside the car. We must act quickly. Sylvain and Xavier go to Cafayate for help. The city is precisely twenty-two kilometers away.

Mission 1 to save the car from the water

Meanwhile, Mathieu and I take things in hand to save the car from drowning. In calecon, feet in forty centinetres of water, we build a dam with stones and mud to divert the stream. Around two o’clock in the morning, the impressive work ends and the water inside the car is down. Mathieu insists that we sleep, but I have a plan that will make us heroes.

Mission 2 find help

At the same time, after ten kilometers of walking, Xavier and Sylvain reach a house and ask for help. Bizare, the inhabitants speak a strange language, incomprehensible. It’s Quechua! No need to insist. They leave, this time on a paved road and after an hour of walking, end up being hitched by a good guy. Their driver calls a depaneuse, but our rental car is not insured. The depaneuse therefore does not agree to come. The driver calls some friends …

Advance Mission 1: Francis is mistaken for Mac Gyver

There is a pile of stones a hundred meters from the car. I start to go back and forth to bring back the maximum. I hold the jack under the water with stones and activate it. Bammmhhhhh !!! The jack slips and the car falls violently. Second try, everything works. The car stands up. I put stones under the wheels. I make a stone road ahead so that the car does not get bogged down again. Finally, I get the most out of the mud on the road after the stream that becomes flat and passable. After five hours of play in the mud, this is the moment of truth. I sit at the wheel. I turn the key … Nothing! Putaiiiinnnnnn! The gearbox has completely loose. If ready for the goal. Noooonnnnnnn! This time, it only remains to wait.

Calvarerie is coming!

In the distance, small lights approaching at a brisk pace. They are Xavier and Sylvain who arrive with the cavalry, a car and a big pick-up. In all three people are there to help us. In a few minutes, the car is towed out of the watercourse. The pickup pulls our car to a garage in Cafayate. It is four-thirty in the morning. We are finally out of business after an adventure of nearly eight hours. We warmly thank our saviors and leave in search of a hotel likely to accept people covered with mud. On the way, a kind of crazy and alcoholic fool follows us, pushing incomprehensible cries, “yeugeuhhh ahhhhha bah biiii”. Surealist!


Mendoza at the foot of the Andes mountains

To go to Mendoza, we cross the Andes. The road is very winding and runs along an old railway line. We pass several villages completely abandoned, the remains of the time when the railroad was still working. We cross the border in an ice shed several thousand meters high. The landscape is wonderful. Finally it is Francois who told me, I slept all the way. We go to the foot Aconcagua, the highest peak in America at 6 962 meters.

After twelve hours by bus, we arrive in Mendoza. What marks us the most when arriving in Argentina is that people do not look South American at all. We could as well be in Spain. And then too, what are there like beautiful girls here!

We drank lots of good wine!We drank lots of good wine!

In the heart of the wine region

The day after our arrival, we take the bus to visit the wine cellars. Indeed, the region of Mendoza is the first wine region of Argentina, reputed for its Malbecs. Once there, we rent bicycles to go around the bodegas. Drink or drive, you must choose ! We do not know much about wine, but we appreciate it. It takes a heat to burst and after a few drinks, we feel all happy. The last bodega we visit is held by a French couple who fell in love with Mendoza and started producing wine without knowing anything about it, with the help of a French oenologist.

The same evening, we take a night bus to Cordoba, where Francois will settle for a month to learn Spanish.

Beautiful view of the AndesBeautiful view of the Andes

Travel Guide to Honduras

Honduras, generally stated as a violent country, is now becoming an enthralling backpackers’ paradise. Despite the increased crime rates in Tegucigalpa and San Pedro Sula that hold back travelers, there are other worth exploring destinations in Honduras. You may visit even these cities and be ward off from danger taking some careful measures such as avoiding the night travel and solo travel and keeping an eye on the personal belongings. Even if traveling at night, take a radio taxi if you are in any part of Honduras. Unsafe areas are still away from tourist destinations. Any means of transportation in Honduras is safe for commuters and tourists.

The country is renowned for Mayan ruins, full of stone carvings, monuments, and stela. There are many worth exploring sites ranging from the archaeological sites, biodiversity species, and natural reserves to coastal lands, rainforests, and mountains.

Copàn Ruinas

Also known as Mayan Ruins, the archaeological site of the Mayan Civilization (Mesapatomian) is an UNESCO site boasting the charming complex of stone temples, hieroglyphic stairs, stelae, tunnels, museum, and altars. This serene and tourist friendly destination is dotted with white abode houses floored with cobbled stones. As the complex is nestled by a green valley, wildlife like sloths, macaws, and large parrots may be seen. Temples 11 and 16 are the western and eastern courts of Copàn empires. The ornate sculpture in the Great Plaza looks great with headdress and scepter. The court in the Great Plaza is the second largest in Central America. The underway system of tunnels consists of tombs, aqueducts, and bath spaces. The sculpture museum depicts the remains of the Rosalila Temple.

The Bay Islands

The archipelago has three significant islands such as Guanaja, Roatán, and Utila. Roatán is the largest of them and known for snorkeling and diving sites with coral reefs and volcanic clefts. Mary’s Place stands out for the deep scuba dive site with spectacular reefs and volcanic crevices along the way. Besides crabs, turtles, and shellfish, marine dwellers like chubs, wrasse, and lobster may be found here. Arch’s Iguana Farm is a marine life sanctuary in French Key that has a massive collection of iguanas, lizards, blackfin snappers, and tarpoons. You may explore places such as Jade Seahorse, Mangroves, Pumpkin Hill, Aladdin’s Cave, Gunters Driftwood Gallery, and Utila Art Space in Utila. They are the stunning gardens, mangroves, a beach formed by volcanic eruption, a spooky and slippery cave with stalagmites and stalactites, a gallery having driftwood and fine arts, and an adventure center with art, sculpture, and music workshops.

Pico Bonito

It is the national park in La Ceiba having stretches of tropical rainforests, dry forests, a scenic bridge across the Cangrejal River, and trails along the hills and valleys. Many lodging facilities and guided hiking tours are available.

San Pedro Sula

This is the best place in Honduras having a glut of natural and cultural charms like biodiversity, mountains, plush parks, and museums. Angeli Gardens is a nature adventure center with a restaurant with great views of hilltops and flora founa. Here you can go for hiking along the suspension bridge and mountains. You can easily get on to El Cusuco Forest Park, Lake Yojoa, Pulhapanzak Waterfall, and Omoa Fotress from here.


This bustling city sits in a valley encircled by mountains and is known for Spanish colonial architecture. You may explore some artistic buildings in the form of majestic monuments, museums, cathedrals, and cultural centers. The Central Plaza has a large baroque cathedral surrounded by beautiful gardens of the Morazán Park, a fountain, and palm trees. The square has a sophisticated altar of gold and silver.

Honduras is actually a tranquil place with many tourist-friendly attractions. Having taken some precautionary steps, you will certainly have a perfect getaway in Honduras