Maldivian Manta Memories: before the Asian Tsunami
On the way to snorkel with reef sharks and turtles in the Maldives, our pilot called us and pointed, turning the boat. We strained to make sense of large patches of darkness with… Continue reading
On the way to snorkel with reef sharks and turtles in the Maldives, our pilot called us and pointed, turning the boat. We strained to make sense of large patches of darkness with… Continue reading
I’ve always been fascinated by flamenco. Not the woman in scarlet with a rose between her lips. That cliché exists only in the tackiest of tourist shows. Rather, the living art that reaches straight into your heart without the intercession of conscious thought. How better to understand people, contrasts and culture than with an epic trip by train?
“When you go to the castle to close up in the evening you hear voices, every word is clear. Sometimes you can spot the people you’ve heard through the windows, so voices don’t… Continue reading
The second leg of the press trip and how I broke my D700. Photos grabbed from my 2009 moblog.
Photo: Dawn at Pingveller #tbt
The delicate lilacs of dawn at Pingveller National Park, Iceland.
The aurora borealis, my post chemo symptoms and hindsight
I might not have been supposed to leave the country for another week, but I survived, and Iceland was the first stop in my first post chemo press trip.
“It’s Hondo” says Jackie. “Yes, Jondo” I reply. I’m staying with an old friend in Gibraltar while consolidating the information gathered from two days of research on the influences and growth of the… Continue reading