On Saturday, Carlos leads an expedition into the hills around the volcano. I want to go to see the lava and stuff, but Carlos tells me it’s too dangerous, and anyway the top of the volcano is off limits to the public…
…My left knee jams under the accelerator grip, and the next thing I know, I’ve lost power, lost my balance and I’m toppling, slowly and gracelessly toward the ground. A group of monks are laughing at me uproariously. I pick myself up with Buddhist humility, and ride slowly and carefully out the temple gate… Flashback:…
“There is a hungry old wolf, lives in this wood. Better you should be home now that night has fallen, for he may smell your young blood on the breeze…
“When I was eighteen, I just went off and travelled… I didn’t have anybody watching me, or criticising me. I didn’t really have any money, but it didn’t seem to matter. People were so helpful and generous. My family reported me as a missing person. The police saw my truck parked in the street. They were like: ‘why don’t you call your mum? She’s worried about you.”
“…Do you know where the bus to California is?” he asks me. His accent is American. His English is perfect. He sounds like he just stepped out of a movie. The question is absurd. This is Cambodia. Even with my lousy knowledge of geography, I know there ain’t no busses to California here. He’s got…
The madness begins with the “Festa Major” day parade, a.k.a. the “almost blowing small children’s heads off parade…”
I photographed these awesome human powered kids fair rides in Yogyakarta, Indonesia. In the same park, which was outside the royal palace, there was a magic tree. Nia told me that I had to walk in a straight line across the park to the tree with my eyes closed, and because of the tree’s…