Thangu, lying at 4114m in the far north of Sikkim, is the last inhabited village before the mountains of the […]
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Feeling less than inspired by the guidebook description of Kalimpong as ‘grubby’, with ‘a recent history of neglect, decaying infrastructure […]
Beyond All We Can Imagine
As part of my semi-obsessive research for my next photography trip to Ha Giang Province in the far north of […]
For the times they are a-changin’
“They were in a fun mood and we enjoyed some banter while we bought them some drinks and Theng practised his flirting skills again, while I did them some instant polaroid photos for them to keep. One of them didn’t like her image though, and handed it back to me insisting that I do a better one.”
Funnily enough. . . can’t say I do!
So as not to offend Theng, I mooched around for a bit, and seeing that he’d found a pretty young lady to flirt with, (hmm – so is that why we came here . . .?) I wandered off and poked my nose into the doorway of a building round the back of the Wat. Sitting inside was an elderly monk smoking a pipe. Being more interested in living beings than statues, I asked if I could go inside.
Dragons and Giants in Bai Tu Long
“A group of women started pointing at me and then stroking their arms up and down saying “Sữa Khổng Lồ!” and laughing. They kept saying it to me as if repeating it would make it any easier for me to understand and others joined in the hilarity. I looked at my arms to see what they were pointing out but was none the wiser.”
Keeping it real with the Lo Lo
as we waved goodbye to her, and her grandchildren dressed in Western clothes, I came away hoping that in some small way, the photos I’d taken that day had helped more in the preservation of their precious culture than in contributing to its demise.
It’s not just the ploughing with horses that make you think you’ve stepped back in time, but the refreshing experience of being out in the fresh air, not a screen in sight, with a man who works the soil, relates to his animals, and still makes time to sit on his plough with a twinkle in his eye and tell a good old shaggy dog story.