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Presenting India’s First… Wax Museum!!!
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A Bubble of Love in White: ‘Amma’ – ‘The Mother of All Hugs’
Cruising down Kerala’s backwaters heading towards Amma. After the painful intensity that was Gokarna, boats, water and space are needed. Palms and waterways don’t quite remove the past few days from my brain but they help. I am accompanied by two great people, Mystery and Moonlight, those being their chose spiritual names for this pilgrimage. Leaving flowers on the…
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A Tiny Snapshot of Gokarna
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India – The North South Divide!!!
Weeks in Delhi looking at Art and dead previous prime ministers blood stained clothes. Camel trekking in the desert and several twenty hour train journeys in an almost freezing north India. Roof top restaurants and falling out of rickshaws whilst under the influence of cheep dark rum, taking hundreds of photographs along the way. Back to Delhi to Agra to Jaipur, all first class,…
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Trekking in The Great Thar Desert – A Return to India
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Rural Burma in Black and White
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A Return to Burma
Unsure where to start. I am back in Burma. Back in the land of smiles and the beautiful feeling that gives. Back in the land of complex liner lines above my head. Lines that frame the glowing sun higher than the lines. Back in a country, a space that feels unlike any other since i…
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The Best Temple in Asia??? The Shwedagon Pagoda – Yangon, Burma.
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Sometimes When We Travel We Forget Who We Are / Happy New Year!
Morning in Yangon 1/1/2012 A new year in the west and here time and date wise, but the Burmese new year is April. I try to remember years gone by but become creeped out by my ever-growing fingernails, hand extensions like shells. Dancing all night on the streets i am delirious. Another swig of Tiger. When…
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Christmas Day
Warm winter light rises from the east. A Christmas light that shines like no other in my culture. I light of remembering every year, every dark wake up and every time i see her, my mother. I look toward the sky and think of her asleep, in that room, next to the one i grew…
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My Last Night in Yangon
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The Little White Cube
Traveling can be so thick and fast. Sometimes all you want to do is see, sometimes rest. You become so full of experiences that you almost burst pop splat. I wish there was a small white cube in which to stop, digest and reflect between countries. A clear space to sit and think. A space…
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