I think deep down transportation has always been my favourite aspect of travelling. My earliest travel memories are of the looming noses of planes, little windows with atmospheric wonders, cars — a constant from home — rumbling along through alien landscapes and subway trains being spit out of tunnels. When I think of Bangkok, motorcycle taxies — the little worker-ants of the city — often surface in my memories. However, after exploring the National Museum of Royal Barges my imagination has been chewing on thoughts of parading down the rivers surrounded by the golden boats of the kingdom. Continue reading “National Museum of Royal Barges: Bangkok, Thailand”
“Whoa! Look at that glow! I’ve never seen it like this before!” I chatter, bouncing in place as the red signal glares across the street. Shadows are beginning to form at the bottom of the Berliner Dom.
Green flashes and J laughs as I sprint across the stripes. Snap. Snap. Snap.
“I’m going to the top! I want to see the city lit by the sunset!”
Huffing up the steps while begging my legs to carry me to the top in time I dash onto the first layer of the viewing deck. Where’s the exit? Where? Where? Where? There! With a twist of the final doorknob I stumble into the sky.
HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEENNNNNN EVERYONNEEEEE!!!!!!
While J and I were in Perth, Scotland yesterday there was a zombie outbreak!!!! Fortunately, the locals are quite used to wrangling zombies so they corralled them into a corridor!
Unfortunately…. that was our way out! Eeek! I had my camera rolling! Check out the scary fun!
J and my sister had long dissolved into the mist ahead of me. I didn’t mind. I was moseying along at my own pace.
Settling into the stroll, I shoved my hands into my pockets and let my eyes rove. Aside from the squelch of the mud sucking at my boots the scene was a blank space. A bush of thorns struck into the path from the left. It faded away as silently as it had appeared. Then a fence corralled me through a mystery field. Sick of being confined I veered for a dip in the wire. That’s when I spotted it. Continue reading “Modern Ruins Photography”
How does one visit the past from the present? You might be thinking, ah you can visit museums, watch documentaries, explore ruins etc. Yeah, that’s true enough, but those methods only allow you to VIEW the past. I’m talking about an immersive visit to the past. A chance to see it, feel it, hear it, smell it and taste it. Naw, that’d require time travellers, you think as you read these words.
Luckily I bumped into one recently.
When it comes to describing the pristine landscapes of foreign hotspots one can’t help but use the same words as a vacation pamphlet: sun, nature, peaceful, vast, monumental and exotic. These words brimmed over the valley walls surrounding the village of Masca and my lips ached to whisper them. I swallowed and looked harder.
Precarious. Stubborn. A stronghold. I saw a landlocked ship among the geo-waves. Hidden among the giant crests, a green ark rested for eternity, carrying a small clutch of humanity and gardens. At its prow, an imposing figure proclaimed the direction to the sea. Is this the ribbed turtle that carries the world upon its back?
Growing up, whenever my friends, family and I spotted people excitedly pointing and nattering over cows along the highways we’d break into giggles.
There’d be a car parked on the edge of the road and a group or pair of folks gawking at the livestock over the fence. Eyes would be wide, lips tapping out a frenzied speech and heads whipping side to side as the people glanced from their friends to the exotic beasts before them. Cameras were brought to bear to capture this explicit experience of authentic Canadian prairie wilderness.
Now I suppose I should retire passing judgment on cattle sightseers, since I collect stone churches myself.
It was a market, a place where you buy stuff naturally— but I wasn’t interested in acquiring things that I wouldn’t be able to keep. The sound of people bargaining rose and fell as I made my way down the planked walkway. I slipped past people admiring the goods in each booth, my position inches from open air and water.
It was quiet. Why was it so quiet? There was a pretty good number of people attending King Bhumibol Adulyadej’s birthday/the father’s day celebration but I remember being packed into a crowd when I attended the queen’s birthday. What was going on? I scratched my head as I looked over the packets of people settled on the grass of Sanam Luang Park.