In one of my earlier posts I compared photographing landscapes to cityscapes and which one I preferred, if any. I enjoy photographing the places I travel to and sharing those images with people is also part of why I take these pictures. I recently entered one of my photographs to The Guardian and they used it in one of their articles about Cityscapes from around the world.
If you enjoy sharing you photographs with others then I recommend adding some photographs to The Guardian Witness project.
The mountains in Northern Vietnam are like nothing I have ever seen before. This natural beauty that has been crafted by man over the years to use the landscape to their advantage. Farming can’t be easy in a region like this and it must have take them years to sculpture the landscape. The rice paddies follow the contours of the mountain perfectly leaving a symmetry that nature doesn’t have.
I can take absolutely no credit for the following poem. I once read it in the book Kiwi Tracks and it has been with me ever since. Cathy does an excellent job of summarising the best and worst parts of staying in a hostel in a humorous way. I am sure some of you travellers out there will be able to associate with this poem in the same way I did.
Well, I have roamed the world, over many a day,
And a hostel’s the place I generally stay
Now there’s some things about them that’s always the same,
It’s a world-wide conspiracy, that’s what I claim.
‘Cause there’s always one who stays out till three,
Then turns on the lights ‘cause he cannot see.
He smells like a pub, and he’s usually drunk,
And he steps on your arm when he climbs in his bunk.
And there’s the one who leaves pots in the sink,
And when they run out, it’s your milk they drink.
They sprawl on the sofas so there’s nowhere to sit.
Consideration? Hell, they don’t give a … !
And the worst of all, they’re really a drag,
Keep every item in a different plastic bag.
Now I’ve spoken with the others, and they all feel the same,
We’re all considerate and we are not to blame.
So who is this group which disrupts hostel life?
Who stirs us from dreams and causes such strife?
Now I’m not paranoid, but it’s a thought that I’ve had,
They’re all on the payroll of our mums and dads.
They follow is around wherever we roam,
Making life miserable so we all go home,
But the last laugh’s on our loved ones,
And that is for sure,
Because as for the travel bug,
There is no real cure.
They can torment us and tease us,
But when all’s said and done,
In spite of it all, we’re still having fun
Do you have any other travel poems or stories that you have read or heard during your travels that you would like to share?
A Danish man is hoping to visit every country in the world over the next few years. He is already over one year into his journey and at latest count he has visited 65 countries out of the 203 he will hope to visit. There is a twist. He is visiting these countries without flying!
Would you like to take a trip like this? How many countries have you visited in the world?
For more information and the latest updates on this huge endeavour visit www.onceuponasaga.dk
Every summer we would squeeze into the family car, hook up the trailer and drive to Scotland, Wales,, The Lake District or the South West. We would spend hours in the car to reach our destination but it was never like this.
There was a varying degree of architecture in Saint Petersburg from a range of different periods. It was the ferry port that caught my eye. The strong sharp lines of the concrete building with the Russian lettering on top reminded me of the Soviet Union and architecture that was popular at that time.