Every time I return from a trip, I return to what I still believe is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I miss this place whenever I am away traveling, be it on paradisal beaches, in picturesque mountainous landscapes, or in the world’s most fascinating, bustling metropolises. This spectacular yet peaceful view of the city’s skyline with all the old housetops – the cathedral and the domes of the Bundeshaus standing out – in front of a seemingly endless chain of snowy Alps. It still takes my breath away over and over again after all these years and immediately evokes a feeling of home and belonging.
Walking along the shore of the lake, no one’s around. We’re all by ourselves, confronted with water, wind, and weather. Everything quiet, except for the sound of cold rain. Big drops – too many to count – falling down the sky, breaking the surface of the water. The beauty of stillness, the absence of action.
We arrived in Oxford early evening and left the next day in the afternoon, so we were there for less than a day. Nevertheless, I like to think that we have seen quite a bit of what the city has to offer. We started off with some quite good pizza and a couple of delicious craft beers. Our guide was Seraina’s childhood friend Mirjam, who lives and studies in Oxford and had invited us to stay at her nice little apartment. The next morning, Mirjam and her boyfriend Adam took us to a restaurant to have some big and delicious breakfast. Later, we were able to have a look at some of the famous universities’ facilities, we visited the Museum of Natural History, we took walks through beautiful green gardens, along rivers and creeks, across little […]
It was last October that Seraina and I went to London with college. Apart from attending Power To The Pixel and visiting Frieze Art Fair, we ate tons of good things, drank too much coffee and surprisingly little beer. We went shopping, visited galleries, museums, the beautiful Columbia Road Flower Market and the busy Brick Lane Market. The first few nights we lived in a wonderful Airbnb apartment in Shoreditch, before moving to a hotel with the other guys. On the following weekend we went to Oxford to visit a good friend of Seraina’s, before coming back to London for a day and visit Priya, whom I’d met in Gothenburg a year ago.
Yesterday, I have received three rolls of film’s scans from the amazing Carmencita Film Lab. And these guys did an amazing job, as they always do. On these rolls are photographs from many different places in five countries I have visited during the last couple of months. We’ll start with some photos from Azerbaijan’s capital Baku. I traveled to this bizarre dichotomy of modern architecture and rundown back alleys for a few days last summer to visit a football game. I was accompanied by my old Pentax K1000 and a roll of Superia X-tra 400, one of my favorite color negative films.
From Saigon we went on to Da Lat, a small city in the Vietnamese Central Highlands. This place felt very laid-back and peaceful. It seemed to be popular amongst Vietnamese tourists but not very much so among international ones. All the kids greeted us on the streets (no, they weren’t stealing nor selling anything). We went hiking/walking with a nice guide and visited the Pongour Falls.
After a few days, we travelled on to Hoi An, a beautiful small city about half way between Ho Chi Minh and Hano
I was relieved when we finally arrived in Ho Chi Minh City (aka Saigon). We had survived the crazy Cambodian highways! Vietnamese traffic was crazy in a whole different way: all the streets, especially in the cities, were packed with motorbikes and scooters. I felt like in the nearby South China Sea where huge swarms of fish swim past you, only the fish were two-wheeled vehicles with men and women (often more than two) sitting on top.
Our next stop on the tourist trail was Cambodia’s capital Phnom Penh, where we stayed at The Artist Guesthouse, a weird but nice sort of French-American diner and B&B. Phnom Penh was tuk-tuks, scooters, food, museums and massages. Let’s talk about something else though: We had seen and been in quite a bit of scary traffic before, but the long-distance buses in Cambodia were the worst I’ve experienced. While my girlfriend was usually dozing on the seat next to me, I jumped at every bump I felt or honking sound I heard. Reading and hearing about numerous car – especially bus – accidents later on didn’t help very much either. We were glad we hadn’t been involved in one of the seemingly countless accidents. Because we wanted to […]
As Bangkok was our only stop in Thailand, we quickly moved along to Cambodia, more specifically to Siem Reap. We spent a few days in this very touristy city and were surprised by how expensive things were in tourist Cambodia. We hired a tuk tuk driver for a day to take us to the most important temple sites. Just like everyone else who visits Angkor, we started off at Angkor Wat shortly before the sunrise. Despite all the people, it was beautiful.
From Penang we booked a minibus all the way to Bangkok (instead of the train or one of the more expensive buses). The ride to Hat Yai, a city in Thailand’s far south close to the Malaysian border, wasn’t too bad. The thing was that we arrived there late and thus missed the bus that was supposed to take us to Bangkok. For that reason, we had to wait six hours before boarding the next minibus. Hence we arrived in Bangkok in the middle of the night instead of late evening.