Photosets: new life into old photos. Campervan-ing through Oz was fun.
Sword Lake, Hanoi.
Women of Hanoi.
@good yes please
OMG. Greatest thing ever. I hope to do a few of these in the next decade.
Dog is not impressed by cyclo guy’s attempt to bargain with me.
Fishmonger - Hanoi, Vietnam
Lesson #1: It is freaking hard to shoot off the cuff street moments with a rangefinder. Here I had the f-stop set to ~1 ft since I wanted close up shots of other vendors - but the foot traffic parted just enough where this lady came into view about 3 ft away.
Lesson #2: Sometimes it’s better to just click the shutter rather than fiddle for the perfect aperture.
I like this shot even though it’s blurry. And I’m hoping to get better at hip shots in the coming year.
Wet market in Hanoi.
Night markets and food. We’re far away from fancy food trucks here.
Study of the Andaman Sea. From a boat.
We really have the worst time ever going out and exploring shit in the bright California sunshine.
East Bay, CA | 2011
Go out and explore shit.
@strle: This is the kind of District 4 I can get excited about!
While the river is still as murky as ever, dirt roads have been transformed into sturdy bridges and run-down shacks have given way to shiny highrises.
Excited to be in SE Asia for Thanksgiving.
The park rangers informed us your son checked into the Tembeling River View chalet in the town of Kuala Tahan (approximately 1 hour driving north of Jerantut) on August 15th and checked out on the 17th. He did not obtain a permit to enter Taman Negara national forest. The rangers will continue searching. We will continue checking with them and other contacts.
Social Media Help Find U.S. Student in Malaysia - New York Times
This is such a stupid story NY Times. It’s basically about how “social media” can help anxious parents track the whereabouts of their kids while they’re traveling! Listen, I’m all for safety, but from the looks of this, when you’re traveling, I mean, really really backpacking and going off the grid, sometimes social media is the last thing you’d want. There’s something stupid about checking in and updating your status from every location that you want to escape to. Call me an old angry guy who still is enamored by the idea of taking your rucksack and going off on an overland trip for a while to gather your thoughts.
Where is the adventure of the unknown now when you can hypothetically be tracked down by Facebook and Google Plus and Twitter — when you don’t want to be? FFS. I’ve been to Taman Negara - got lost in it - slept with a bunch of rats, and guessed what? No one found me, I found my own way out and got smarter for it (and realized what a stupid city schmuck I was in the process.) Kids today. And their nervous parents.
The cheapest tickets on the most hair-raising of airlines can be bought in the scores of bucket shops that have collected in the neighborhood. Airlines you’ve never heard of, flying routes you never imagined, for prices you only dream of are the staple of Khao San travel agencies. The first time I ever heard of Khao San Road was from an American backpacker whom I met on a Bhutanese airline flight from Calcutta to Bangkok. He’d bought his ticket on Khao San Road. “I told the travel agent I didn’t care how or when I got there,” he said. “As long as it was cheap, I was ready to go.
Really love this New Yorker piece about Khao San Road. It perfectly evokes what traveling is for me - the bustle of the unknown, the thrill of realizing that the world is wide open and yet so small and that anything and everything can happen…
This is so good (per my last reblog of Photojojo). I love this kind of travel site so much more than the Gogobots and TripAdvisors of the world. Different intent, I know — but this makes me want to hop on a plane right now… and the discovery of things to do when I get there? Well, that’s part of the joy in traveling.
Which reminds me that I need to start diving into old blog posts from Vietnam and start writing again this weekend.
Train to Lake Como.
