A legend has it that a Venetian, known as Marco Polo, was asked at his deathbed to admit that all the stories of his life and travels were just a bunch of fairy tales. He answered: I've told you less than a half of what I've really seen out there.
A travelogue concludes a journey, finishes it and makes it complete. Travelogue is not just a way of writing down our impressions; it is a creative transformation, transforming all that we have seen, experienced and learned into something new and unique, something that can be shared.
So far, only a handful of our travelogues have been translated into English - we are hoping this will change in the near future. Here is the current list of our travelogues available in English.
Camille Lepage, a photographer and free reporter, was killed in May this year while working in the Central African Republic. Some of the members of our Club knew Camille's friends, who speak with disbelief and sadness...
The "After Schengen" project shows old border crossing points between different states in the European Union. After the Schengen agreement,...
In Monopoly, photographer Mike Osborne captures the drift from the Atlantic City romanticized by Monopoly and the Atlantic City of today. In this...
We all know at least something about the Land of the Rising Sun. Images of Tokyo's skyscrapers, crowds on enormous crosswalks, the entertainment...
Bhautik Siddhapura is a graphic designer from Mumbai, India. He draws and travels, and these are his illustrations from this year's trip to...
Years ago, I bumped into a Canadian couple in Patagonia whose every step had been pursued by serendipity. They'd arrived in the Los Glaciares...
The locals call it 'El Chepe', and it is the only passenger train in Mexico, also known for its route that goes through the Copper Canyon, which is...
A gallery containing circa twenty travel photographs from Thailand. Streets, water, plants and animals, boats and the sky... Scenes from everyday...
He entered the house back in '82 when my sister bought him while studying in Russia. His price couldn't be converted into any of today's...
We came to my room. I entered a room lit by a faint green light. Inside there were four empty beds. Then I heard a “clack” sound. Empty walls. In a...
Squeak, squeak. My shoes were still completely wet. At least the snow had stopped. I crossed a small traffic circle and saw a bridge in the...
This condensed travelogue relates the experience of a 30-day railway journey around China. It was written while returning from that journey, on...
A travelogue about the infamous mining town of Potosi, in Bolivia, where millions of people have allegedly died extracting silver ore. A once...
While traveling around Caucasus I was led by a single desire: to explore Nagorno-Karabakh. If someone had asked me why, I wouldn't have had an...
I strolled around Kisach, a Slovak village near Novi Sad. In order to eat my icecream thoroughly and with due attention, I sat on a wooden bench in...
These people are really strong; I think they are resigned to their fate, they go about life knowing that anything could happen to them, this minute...