Unless you’re a dedicated ground traveler, you’ve spent a certain amount of your life inside of an airport. You need to arrive two hours before your plane leaves the ground and often delayed flights and expensive nightly taxi rides make sure that you end up spending much more time in the airport than any normal person can appreciate.
And between you and me, if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. Every airport has the same automatic glass doors, the same check in desks, the same security control and the same shops selling overpriced food, drinks and souvenirs.
Even the duty free shops appear to be overpriced these days, need I say more?
After two weeks of traveling through the country, Malaysia didn’t appear to be exactly what I had expected it to be. I must have had images in my mind of other South-East Asian countries like Indonesia, Laos or Myanmar, but Malaysia was nothing like that.
Arriving in Kuala Lumpur didn’t give me the culture shock I’m used to when going on inter-continental travels, it appeared to be a - relatively - clean, safe and modern city with as greatest tourist attraction the Petronas Towers.
In previous posts I have mentioned the term white balance from time to time, and what you should remember from it is that it is some kind of measurement of the temperature of the available light.
This is an easy to accept fact, but I think it gets more interesting if you actually understand what white balance is and what the different settings will do to your photo. Therefore I decided to write a post that goes a bit more into detail.
The Chain Bridge in Budapest is the oldest Budapest’s bridges across the Danube, connecting Buda and Pest. And if you ask me, it’s still the most beautiful one too. The design reminded me of Paris, especially with the use of big building bricks and the 48 meter high piers in the middle. And then there are the huge stone lions, protecting the entrances of the bridge.
People who have visited Central or South American countries have certainly seen them, possibly also taken them for a ride. They are discarded school buses from the USA, or as locals like to call them: Chicken buses.
They are easy recognizable in the streets, they have the form of a school bus but are painted in shiny colors instead of boring yellow. They go full speed down hill but appear to have issues to get up again, they sputter oil and black smoke like a volcano and they seem to be enormously overpacked.
But they are my favorite way of transport, I enjoy them much more than mini vans and certainly more than luxury buses.
Actually, I didn’t want to go to Iceland. The thought of cold makes me nervous and annoyed, like knowing you have a shitty day ahead of you. The reason why I went was because my girlfriend wanted to go Skiing, but the since thought of cold and sports makes me plain sick, I had to negotiate. We ended up with Iceland, because of the banking crisis the country was on the edge bankruptcy so if it wasn’t good, it would at least be cheap.
It wasn’t cheap at all.
Last week I have written a blog post about how to photograph in bad weather conditions. It appeared that “bad” may not be the right word as a lot of great photos are taken in different conditions than sunny with a slight breeze.
After discussing a couple of conditions, it occurred to me that I had more to talk about than I initially thought, so I decided to split the post up in two.
Here is part two of How to Take Photos in Bad - or “different” as you like - Weather Conditions.
One of the reasons why I like El Salvador so much is because of its lack of visitors. A lot of people still think that it’s a dangerous place where you will get mugged, shot and raped as soon as you set one foot outside of the airport.
Even in the backpacker community there are few willing to make a detour from the trail to visit this unknown country with its violent history.
How a photo will look when it comes out of your camera has a lot to do with the weather conditions at the time it was taken. A general accepted fact is that the best photos are taken under a cloudless sky when the sun is really low, very near to the horizon. This is what is called the golden hour, just after sunrise and just before dawn.
We find ourselves on the Malecon, a little outside of the centre of Havana. The big building on the right of the photo is the building of the U.S. diplomatic mission.
For quite some time this place has been the centre of U.S. propaganda. Once in a while the Americans placed anti-Cuban billboards in front of the building, to which Fidel Castro replied with anti-American billboards.
In my last blog post I have already explained what triggered me to visit an island like Lanzarote, known for its all-inclusive package deal holidays.
If you don't want to click the link, I can summarize that there were 2 reasons. The first one was al little voice in my head that did not want to believe that there wouldn't be anything to do for an independent traveler on Lanzarote.
You've read it well.
Your eyes are not fooling you.
I have traveled one of Europe's roads least traveled... by independent travelers.
Lanzarote, an island of the Canaries, a Spanish archipelago near the west cost of Morocco, is quite well known for its all-in, all you can eat and drink package holidays. A high percent of the tourists have probably never seen the outside of their hotel or maybe for a five minute walk to the beach.
Somewhere in the beginning of 2009, for the first time in my life I planned a trip to a place where it was actually colder than at home. Iceland.
The plan was to drive the whole southern coast from Reykjavik to Höfn and back, making a couple of detours along the way to visit glaciers, waterfalls, the “golden triangle” and Vik.
Personally, I don’t like planning a trip. It gives me stress.
When people - including myself - are planning, we tend to forget that we might want to stay in a certain location for a little longer or be lazy for a couple of days or get food poisoning. These things then mess up the planning, you have to re-plan and skip things and you get annoyed.
When I try to think about a trip to Morocco I took three years ago, there are a couple of events that come to mind. When I have a look at the pictures I took over there, my memory gets a boost and my imagination brings be back to Jemaa El Fna within seconds.