Javier Reverte, endless globetrotter

Javier was always passing through. Plumilla, correspondent, travel writer, Javier Martínez Reverte made the trip his way of life, because he knew very well the teachings of Odysseus. Here we are just step by step, and only step by step we understand what it is like to live here.

So, in the journalistic profession - in which he did everything - he preferred to be a correspondent and special envoy. We met in many buses with international coverage, in which reporters told us about the best destinations and the best books to try a new escape.

When the book became his clearest horizon, Javier became a common-law couple with Manu Leguineche. The teacher took us in Mojacar to his favorite restaurant, which could only be Indian. They would pull at each other, and the best thing was to see them leave by boat from Garrucha with El Vinagre to look for Mediterranean fish and to hit the language of travel journalism. They were clearly twinned, and Javier would keep the flame of the Great Manu alive in his books with poso.

Africa was the continent that best combined the breadth and depth of Javier Reverte's long-distance journalism. Telling stories that seemed incredible, almost impossible from men involved in contemporary discoveries in a world that was still primitive in the 20th century. When it seems that there is nothing without human footprints anymore, Javier knew how to find a new path and put in our backpacks prayers of long wisdom about history and environment.

This is how it was kicked from Alaska to the streets of New York, from Classical Greece to Mafia Italy. Nothing escaped his curiosity if there was a map to protect him. He went to the Amazon and almost created his own legend of man lost in the abyss. He lived and filled us with travel letters, which will endure at a time when the journey is only in the books and minds of those of us who have always dreamed of him.

In the last years we shared his presence in the Trobades Camus of Menorca, in the Geographic Society awards where I photographed him on the sly... In the middle of a staircase, like the traveler who stops nowhere.