What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again. What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all?
May 31, 2013
May 29, 2013
May 28, 2013
Burj Khalifa
The entrance lobby for "At the Top"
The outdoor viewing platform on the 124 floor. Look at the guy in the cowboy hat and you will notice there are 8 inch gaps in the glass.
The two pictures that follow were taken through these gaps and I have to say its rather strange to have your camera dangling 1483 feet in the air.
View looking up from the outdoor viewing platform to the top of the building
Indoor viewing area
This photo really gives you an idea of how tall a 2717 foot building is.
The Burj Khalifa as the sun sets over Dubai. This shot was not easy to get, anyone who cares to know the story ask me sometime.
Dubai, United Arab Emirates
May 26, 2013
May 23, 2013
Baljeet Nagar Slum
New Delhi in May. Day time temperatures of 116F degrees
and dust everywhere, but it’s a dry
heat. If you wear a hat and sunglasses and also keep enough water in you, the human
body does a surprisingly great job of keeping you going.
For your average traveler the conditions above are enough
to either write or run home about. However for a "real traveler" they are just details
in a story used to one up another travelers tale.
In an era of dirt cheap air travel,
easy to get visas, and the internet anyone can jump on a plane and do what you
did. So while your Mom and friends who never really left the states will
think you are cool, in the traveling world you’re just another backpacker.
That’s where the one upping comes into play. In third world
cafes and bars around the world travelers share their stories. The younger
travelers will relay their stories of terrible bus rides, dirty hotels, and
petty crimes committed against them, while the more season travelers will talk
of wild adventures and their near misses.
This is the reason why I found myself in Delhi’s largest
slum today. I wanted an experience that would assault my senses, endanger my
health, and completely divorce me from my established reality.
The pictures that follow do not show any people, because my
guide asked that I not take any pictures of the slums residents. What did the
people look like? They were clean and their clothes were in good condition. Some of the kids had swollen bellies because they had dysentery, but no one was dying in an alleyway.
The
slum had electricity for those who could pay for it. There was a water truck
that came 3 times a day to supply the people with water. And the place really
did not smell all that bad in spite of having an open sewer system.
There was a reason for that though. Dry hot air evaporates
water quickly. When there is no standing water, there is no smell, and few
insects like flies. From what my guide told me, moment it rains the entire
slum becomes a flooded smelly cesspool.
The pictures that follow have not been cropped. I recommend
you click on and then zoom in on the pictures.
So what's my wild traveler story? Was I nearly robed? Did the slums residents chase me out? No its simpler than that. As I stood at the slums highest point looking out at the new houses the Indian government was building for the slums residents (see the picture below) a naked young boy, maybe 4 or 5 years old, walked out onto the hillside close to me, coped a squat, and let loose a long filthy stream of diarrhea.
Standing there I imagined the rain flooding the slum and streets with sewage. I saw the sun come out and turn it all to sand. The wind began to blow. As people walked through the streets the dust fell on their clothes and stuck to their feet and shoes. Without knowing it, people tracked it into their homes and as they slept, the little boys sickness slipped into their nose and eyes leaving them sickened in the morning.
My walk through the slum today made me realize that the true
job of a traveler is not to one up his fellow travelers. Rather it is to
experience things that others will not or cannot experience and then relaying
those stores back to everyone on the sidelines.
New Delhi, India
May 21, 2013
May 18, 2013
May 16, 2013
Honda Sonic
There's something about a 125cc engine that's strapped to what is essentially a bicycle frame. It really makes you feel like a kid again. While this bike was far more refined than other 125cc bikes I have ridden, getting off quick from a red light, trying to ride up a steep hill, and breaking the 75 mph barrier all took a deep understanding of what this bike had to offer.
The position of your body and when you shifted all determined how far the Sonic would let you take it. While there were times I wanted more power, this bike forced me to slow down and enjoy what I was riding through.
Then there was the reliability. The kick starter ensured you could always get the bike going. The tiny engine sipped gasoline when it was miles from any fuel stop. Having a small liquid cooled engine meant that in spite of the 100 degree tropical temperatures I was riding in, the bike was not going to overheat. And the bikes light weight meant it would always make it to the top of a dis-repaired dirt road.
While I would not go back to riding a 125cc bike again full time, it was great to get back to my roots deep in Northern Thailand.
The position of your body and when you shifted all determined how far the Sonic would let you take it. While there were times I wanted more power, this bike forced me to slow down and enjoy what I was riding through.
Then there was the reliability. The kick starter ensured you could always get the bike going. The tiny engine sipped gasoline when it was miles from any fuel stop. Having a small liquid cooled engine meant that in spite of the 100 degree tropical temperatures I was riding in, the bike was not going to overheat. And the bikes light weight meant it would always make it to the top of a dis-repaired dirt road.
While I would not go back to riding a 125cc bike again full time, it was great to get back to my roots deep in Northern Thailand.
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