Thangu, lying at 4114m in the far north of Sikkim, is the last inhabited village before the mountains of the […]

Thangu, lying at 4114m in the far north of Sikkim, is the last inhabited village before the mountains of the […]
Feeling less than inspired by the guidebook description of Kalimpong as ‘grubby’, with ‘a recent history of neglect, decaying infrastructure […]
‘Sometimes you’ve got to work a little harder and chip away until you get the images you want and not make the mistake of walking away too soon.’
As part of my semi-obsessive research for my next photography trip to Ha Giang Province in the far north of […]
Early every morning when I was staying with the Brokpa people in the Himalayan country of Bhutan, I would bump […]
It was starting to feel pretty eerie as we rounded hairpin after hairpin climbing the dirt road up the mountainside […]
You don’t ‘happen’ to come across Dong Van in N.E.Vietnam, you decide to go there and then go to considerable […]
This one was shaping up to be everything I don’t want out of an encounter. Driving along in the pickup […]
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.
“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.”