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The Cupolog

The northwest passage : Live without dead time

Le matin est silencieux dans le vieux port
Vieux Port, Montreal - © Diego Cupolo 2014

Le matin est silencieux dans le vieux port

Vieux Port, Montreal - © Diego Cupolo 2014

Ferragosto

Lago di Garda, Italia - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Tourism Contained
Venezia, Italia - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Tourism Contained

Venezia, Italia - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Piazza San Marco

Venezia, Italia - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Alley Cat Strut
Venezia, Italia - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Alley Cat Strut

Venezia, Italia - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Venice was on the way
Venezia, Italia - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Venice was on the way

Venezia, Italia - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Tourists at Camel Rock
Cappadocia, Turkey - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Tourists at Camel Rock

Cappadocia, Turkey - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Gift Shop
Çavuşin, Turkey - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Gift Shop

Çavuşin, Turkey - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Cappadocia Sunrise
Göreme, Turkey - © Diego Cupolo 2013

Cappadocia Sunrise

Göreme, Turkey - © Diego Cupolo 2013

San Telmo Sunday Market
San Telmo, Buenos Aires - © Diego Cupolo 2012

San Telmo Sunday Market

San Telmo, Buenos Aires - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Mate Cups
San Telmo, Buenos Aires - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Mate Cups

San Telmo, Buenos Aires - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Three-day tour in a 4x4
We didn’t want a tour. Ania and I were sick of tours. Thing is, the easiest way to see Bolivia’s unimaginable landscapes is by paying for tours.We sucked in our guts and put down our money one last time. The three-day expedition would take us through high altitude salt flats, martian desert-scapes and surreal, flamingo-dotted lagoons before reaching the Chilean border.The tour company said we’d share the 4x4 with Senegalese tourists, but when we jumped in the back we found ourselves with four Irish medical students that sucked lollipops, inhaled pizza-flavored pringles and vomited nonstop gossip about couples and hairstyles throughout the entire duration of the trip.They never shut up. Even when we asked them to. Even when it was 5 a.m.Until this experience, I wasn’t aware anyone over 14 years of age willfully listened to Lady Gaga. Worst of all, the guide preferred  the Irish tourists over Ania and I because they didn’t speak Spanish, they didn’t ask questions, they didn’t know where they were, and they always stayed near the car. They were good sheep.So, in this manner, Ania and I crossed some of the world’s quietest, most peaceful landscapes - straight out of Dali paintings - with some of the world’s loudest people. They weren’t even drunk, just sugar-high and the entire time I wondered: if a place like this doesn’t make them feel anything, what will?Conclusion: Tours. Never again.This journey was never supposed be to be about tours. We lost our path in Bolivia and we were punished for it.
… but, of course, the scenery was nice.
Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Three-day tour in a 4x4

We didn’t want a tour. Ania and I were sick of tours. Thing is, the easiest way to see Bolivia’s unimaginable landscapes is by paying for tours.

We sucked in our guts and put down our money one last time. The three-day expedition would take us through high altitude salt flats, martian desert-scapes and surreal, flamingo-dotted lagoons before reaching the Chilean border.

The tour company said we’d share the 4x4 with Senegalese tourists, but when we jumped in the back we found ourselves with four Irish medical students that sucked lollipops, inhaled pizza-flavored pringles and vomited nonstop gossip about couples and hairstyles throughout the entire duration of the trip.

They never shut up. Even when we asked them to. Even when it was 5 a.m.

Until this experience, I wasn’t aware anyone over 14 years of age willfully listened to Lady Gaga. Worst of all, the guide preferred  the Irish tourists over Ania and I because they didn’t speak Spanish, they didn’t ask questions, they didn’t know where they were, and they always stayed near the car.

They were good sheep.

So, in this manner, Ania and I crossed some of the world’s quietest, most peaceful landscapes - straight out of Dali paintings - with some of the world’s loudest people. They weren’t even drunk, just sugar-high and the entire time I wondered: if a place like this doesn’t make them feel anything, what will?

Conclusion: Tours. Never again.

This journey was never supposed be to be about tours.

We lost our path in Bolivia and we were punished for it.

… but, of course, the scenery was nice.

Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

The problem with tourism in Bolivia
Uyuni, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

The problem with tourism in Bolivia

Uyuni, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Horseback Lighting
Tupiza, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Horseback Lighting

Tupiza, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

The Flat
Las Pampas, Bolivia  - © Diego Cupolo 2012

The Flat

Las Pampas, Bolivia  - © Diego Cupolo 2012