Hi guys! As it’s International Photography Day today I thought I’d put together an impromtu collection of my 20 favourite pics from my travels! Let me know if you have a favourite and I’ll send you a high resolution version of it for your phone, homescreen or wall!
HELLO HELLO HELLO! Welcome to 2015 with the Doorstep Traveller! Oh man, how long have we been together (or possibly together)? Wait… how long HAS it been?
*Looks up the initiation date*
2 YEARS! :O
Wow, well I hope you’ve been enjoying these last two years of random travel tips and anecdotes because I sure have! As we truck along into the new year I’d like to introduce you to where I spent my Christmas holiday. As you many know, every now and then I make hideously long infographics for this blog. These pieces take me ages, but I like to think they’re fun and informative.
Right now I’m stuck in midterms (sob) but I’ll be travelling to Malaysia next week! Of course I still have to write about visiting the southern Thai island Koh Lanta, and Nan a province and city in the north of Thailand!
For now though, I’d like to wander off the trail this blog is blazing for a second.
This topic may not interest my current readers but perhaps it will help some people with their perception of the changing gender climate worldwide.
This blog was originally established so I would challenge my perspective and grow in my observation and storytelling skills. I think this personal journey is worth sharing, so here it is. Continue reading “Adapting to Queer Language”
By the feeble light of our phone flashes we trudged on. It was pitch black. I hadn’t experienced that kind of darkness in a long time. It engulfed everything and seemed to eat at the little light we had at our disposal.
This is my 50th blog post and my blog is almost one year old! I can’t believe that it has been a year! I’ve seen so many magnificent things, from small pockets of cultural acknowledgment far from their country of origin to large celebrations in the heart of their homeland and it’s been a blast!
Wow… my first post was on an Indian bonfire festival called Lohri. I remember being so nervous! But everyone was super kind to me, I ended up figuring out how to align myself among the spinning women in the circling dances and I won a diamond ring in the draw.
It was such a fantastic experience.
Surrounded by the false darkness of Bangkok the audience around me gasps as Lord Rama towers over King Ravana. Steadying his position atop a fellow performer he brings his weapon to bear. Seconds after driving a blow at Ravana, Rama lightly steps to the ground as the human structure falls away. He and the demon circle each other, seeking another moment to strike. Just behind them their two armies wait, prepared to converge in a mass of honour, strength and death. Continue reading “The Defection of Bidhishna 3”
Carnivals have always brought a sense of wonder and adventure to me. I marvel at the dazzling lights and flashing colours. What had once been an empty parking lot would come alive with imaginative themes. The very air would become saturated with a whimsical mood. People came to carnivals to forget. To rattle their brains of thought and spin their worries away.
It’s been this way for decades according to popular culture. Magic and mystery travel hand-in-hand with the carnival in our imaginations.
As always overnight it seemed as though the rides had risen from the dust.
And, like being there at exactly the moment the wheels of a pivot begin to turn or watching a spider complete its a web, I managed to appear at the carnival’s doorstep right as it began to build its fantastic façade. Continue reading “Carnivals: The People Who Build Them”
Climbing up to each ride with my feet clanking on every step. I only had eyes for the hand rail, the stairs and the waiting empty seats. The glance I’d share with the operator of the ride would be one of dismissal. You’ve seen my wristband now let me ride I’d be saying behind my cheerful smile. I’d notice but not focus on the fact that each glimpsed face was different. Some gave me a large toothy—or toothless—smile, others looked right on past me.
Some individuals were white skinned while others were dark skinned. Sometimes faces and hands was dark from oil and grease. Some faces were crinkled like waterless riverbeds and tiny canyons. Others were identical to the teens waiting to ride.
The same as it would be in a small town, there were eyes that laughed, that silently cried, that you wouldn’t want to meet in an alley and eyes that welcomed you with all their heart.
Pulling a case from his robe, Victory Jiaxiang Yu bowed as he held out his business card with both hands. I had remembered reading somewhere that business cards in China should be accepted with both hands so I did so awkwardly. I had to consciously tell myself not to automatically take his card casually with one hand.