Impressions of the medina – this lot was taken on some very nice Lomography film, called Lady Grey. Marrakech, Morocco. October, 2013.
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Happy Easter! And hello Turkey! I’m back from three nights in Istanbul – a beautiful, ancient and sultry city. Oh, it was so nice to thaw out for a bit, hang out with my favourite dude (at a chicken themed hotel, no less), and enjoy some excellent food. As usual, I had my camera in tow. These are the snapshots I liked the best. Please note my exposed ankles:
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Non linear posting ahoy… My trip notes are starting to blur together, and I’m coming and going faster than I can post. Last week I was in Brussels for work. It was snowing heavily, and when we woke up on Tuesday we were snowed into the hotel, then ultimately, every Eurostar train was cancelled, meaning lots of hurried calls and a flight home. I had a really short but sweet time though!
My favourite Belgian things:
1. Trains – being able to catch a train from my house, under-the-sea then to Belgium in just two hours is mind-blowing.
2. Speculoos – ginger cookies in spreadable form? Yes, please.
3. Beer – cheap Kwak and Kriek in every bar, what more could you want?
4. Friendly people – Brussels sometimes feels like a cute, sweeter version of Paris.
5. Wildlife – the snow was too much for the taxi to take us further, so we walked back to the hotel past some fields… And were treated to the sight of more bunnies that one could count, frolicking in the snow.
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Dental signs of Morocco. I took these October 2012. I wish I’d been brave enough to get a shot of one of the rouge dentists in Place Jamaa el Fna, sitting there with pliers and a pyramid of teeth.
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A trio of soda brands spotted in Morocco, October 2012. The language of logos is universal.
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After a fabulous night in Inverness (including an entertaining chat with some other travellers who thought we were locals at the Hootananny bar) we hit the road again. However, despite creeping around the entire edge of the loch, there was no Nessie – save this fibre-glass beast. (Located right next to a portrait of Mel Gibson as William Wallace at Nessieland.)
I loved everywhere we went in Scotland, but the Glen Affric nature reserve was extra special. There’s a moss there (snot-green that hangs like a beard off trees) that only thrives in the purest air. Near the car park it was just sort of hanging there, but the deeper into the hills we walked, the shaggier and healthier it got. I spent a lot of time breathing deeply and sighing contentedly while there – marveling at the Jurassic Park-like landscape. The temperature was below zero, and as you can see below, everything was encrusted with ice.
From Glen Affric we rolled back across the east of Scotland, passing through rugged moors and beautiful mountain ranges, before heading back down to Edinburgh as night fell. I would love a recording of Peter, our guide, rolling the words “Forth Rail Bridge” over and over. His accent was amazing!
I’m not sure if it’s because Scotland reminds me of home, but I can’t speak highly enough of the experience. The wonderfully warm people, the glorious landscapes, and the quirky little moments we enjoyed (if you ever get the chance to drink beer made from heather and honey, do so). Having experienced winter, and now autumn, I want to go back for another season. I hope spring comes soon.
All photographs taken on 35mm with a Canon AE-1 camera.
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Our Scotland adventure got off to a weird start. Laura and I flew to Edinburgh on Monday night, staying for the night in a hostel. When we checked in, the lackadaisical receptionist keyed in our details, looked up, and declared me a pineapple, and Laura a mushroom. Our spirit produce? All would become clear as we got to our room, which was pizza themed. Not exactly the Gaelic experience we were expecting!
It was fine for the night though, and the next morning we were up bright and early. We jumped into our tour van, and headed towards Stirling Castle and the Wallace Monument.
After waving at Hamish the Scottish coo, we crossed over the fault line from the low lands into the Highlands taking in the majesty of Loch Luibnaig, Loch Earn, Glen Ogle and Glen Dochart.
From there we headed north to Rannoch Moor and into gorgeous Glencoe. Jagged rocks, seeping earth and high hills the colour of mustard.
Finally, live fish at a truck stop. No idea what kind, or where the wee fish were going, but it made my day:
All photographs taken on 35mm with a Canon AE-1 camera.
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Next week I’m off to Scotland for a couple of days with my friend Laura. We’re flying to Edinburgh, with enough time for a pint and to rest our heads, then we’re travelling to Inverness, via Glencoe and Loch Ness. Yes, we’re going on a monster hunt!
I’ve been to Scotland once before, in 2009. It was February, and so cold the water was freezing over. These are pictures are all from The Drover’s Inn, Loch Lomond. Apparently I didn’t take a single snap in Edinburgh, so perhaps it was all a dream? I do remember it was the first place I ever saw a squirrel, and had chips ‘n’ cheese. With vinegar. Now that’s a memorable moment in a young woman’s life…
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Today’s daydream: moving to the 13th and taking cooking classes.
Photos from my July trip to Paris.
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Venice in a Day from Joerg Niggli on Vimeo.
Oh, take me there! I have a week off work in less than a month, and I’ve been a bit tardy about organising somewhere to go. Cornwall? Switzerland? Paris? I was thinking of Genoa too, but Venice, you look gorgeous.
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