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.
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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.”
Returning to the Lisu village in N.W Thailand where I had stayed last year, I had a surprise in store for Asur and Asa
Losing my mojo in Hanoi and finding it with the chestnut lady
Asking to take a stranger’s portrait is a bit like riding a horse. They sense when you’re frightened. As soon as I’d had one good experience, my approach must have subtly changed as I suddenly started to get much more positive responses, and started to get the photos I had wanted
On the trail of the little black dot.
Pinned to the wall of a home stay I’d been at last year in N.W.Thailand, was a torn handwritten map on a scrap of paper marking out where some of the local settlements were. It was a bit like Christopher Robin’s map of Hundred Acre Wood, and on it were little black dots on wiggly lines indicating where the various ethnic minority people lived.
Remembering we’re not ornithologists.
We have to stay sensitive to our impact both on our subject and the ground we lay for future passing tourists/photographers, and try to keep the interaction a positive one for both. Ultimately I think it will make for a better travel experience and better photos too, and done unthoughtfully we risk ‘killing the goose that lays the golden egg.
By the time I reached the Black Lahu village in a mountainous area of N.W Thailand I was a bit ‘languaged out’. This was unfortunate timing, as soon after arriving in the village I noticed the lady living in the house opposite my homestay, who had a sparkly twinkle in her eyes and a face full of character. I knew straight away I wanted to meet her.
Shifting Sands in Coc Ly
‘Visiting a local Hmong market in rural N.Vietnam, I discovered that the changes it had gone through recently in some ways symbolised the struggle faced by many of the ethnic minority people in Asia today.’