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A Great Travel Companion

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There are many little apps for the iPhone that come in very handy for traveling, but this one really caught me by surprise!  The app translates printed text on the fly in real time.  It substitutes the words it sees in print with the translation.  It's rather remarkable, really—a new breed of language dictionary is born.

Check out Word Lens at the iTunes Store.  It's advertised as free and then works in demo mode.  You must purchase translation "modules" which are $4.99 and currently limited to English to Spanish and Spanish to English.  It really works!  I'm assuming other language modules will be released.

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Much to My Horror

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Lower Falls in Johnston CanyonThe Sistoid Unit, my sister, called me today.  (That isn't what horrified me.)  She asked about some footwear you wear over your shoes so you can walk easily on snow and ice.  I had mentioned them to her when I traveled in the Canadian Rockies back in April of 2009.  In Banff I had to purchase them at the hotel to be able to walk at all!  Record snow falls and ice made walking treacherous, for a southern boy. The problem when the Sistoid Unit called:  I couldn't remember the name.  I could only recall "crampons."  These were not exactly crampons.

Since I couldn't remember the name, I did a quick search on my blog.  I was horrified to realize that I didn't blog about that trip!  Only one post, some time later, which features a pano made up of 16 photos (4 gigapixels) I shot of a beautiful scene?!  Fortunately, I at least published a couple hundred pictures from the trip, which was gorgeous, in an album here at tt.us.

I knew I had shot a picture of the Yaktrax, their name, when I was hiking in Johnston Canyon.  (The top picture is what the lower waterfall looks like when it's not frozen, as it was when I visited.) Those who hadn't worn any special footwear found walking in the canyon so precarious that they were sliding along, holding on to the rails.  When no raise were present, which was most of the time, they would slide along the ice on their rear ends.  Quite the sight!!

So, for my future state of deeper senility, here is a link to the Yaktrax, pictured below, at REI.  I loved them, and they were reasonably priced.

Budapest & Prague: Day Eight (Karlovy Vary)

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On the final day, our tour guide, Veronika, took us to Karlovy Vary, a beautiful little town nestled into the idyllic hills of the northwest Czech Republic. This is such an interesting place. You can see the mountains of Germany just a few miles away. One of the buildings was used in a James Bond movie. Many of the new hotels, owned by wealthy Russians, are completely empty. Hot springs abound, and this is a favored spa town. This is also the playground for the extremely wealthy: tragically, no street-side cafés or coffee shops dotting the riverwalk, only expensive jewelry stores and Moher china. (The factory is just a few miles away!)

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Budapest & Prague: Day Seven (Roaming about Prague)

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On the seventh day God rested, but Tim took to the streets of Prague shooting pictures at every turn. Here are just a few.

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Budapest & Prague: Day Six (Czech Castles)

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Today involved a lot of driving as we set out to see two castles with Margarita. We ended up going to three of them as the first one was (as is typical at this time of year) closed for the season—time for cleaning and maintenance. Rain was in the forecast, but, as you can see, instead, the entire day was blanketed with an intense fog that made everything look very mysterious. I loved it!

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Budapest & Prague: Day Five (Prague)

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Today was the first day in Prague, and our guide, Tony, who fluently speaks 5 different languages, started us at the Prague Castle and walked us down the hill to the Old Town Square, the location of the hotel—thank goodness!

Narrowing down the number of pictures I'm sharing in the next several posts (65 all total) was all but painful (I started with nearly 400 of the nearly 600 photos I shot in the Czech Republic.) Click on any picture below to see a larger version of it and read information about it. Hover your mouse over a picture to read a limited amount of information about the picture.

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Badapest & Prague: Day Four (Travel Day to Prague)

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Today began with a quick walk back to the Opera House district to take a picture of the Liszt statue.  Then, off to the airport to head to Prague.  This post (finally) contains some of the pictures I shot around Budapest.

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Budapest & Prague: Day Three (17,508 @ 8.45 in Budapest)

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Today was self-directed exploration.  The forecast called for rain, but that didn't stop me.  Rain jacket packed in the camera backpack, and off I went.  Thankfully, it never rained, and the overcast made for nice lighting.

The day began gray and a bit misty but quickly became just heavily overcast.  I walked over the Chain Bridge, shooting pictures along the way.  Then I took the Funicular up the steep, ancient city wall to the Old Palace area atop the hill and spent the day meandering about shooting pictures.

I thought about going into the underground labyrinth.  Budapest is full of caves.  But the entrance smelled incredibly musty, and the acoustics were very, very loud.  A group of incredibly rambunctious children would have entered at the same time I pondered going in; so, that settled it.  I wasn't in the mood for all of that energy.

After a late Hungarian lunch, with a very friendly waiter who wanted his picture taken, back to Pest.  At this point the sun began to peek out from the clouds and cast an interesting setting light on the beautiful old buildings across the Danube in Pest.  After a quick rest, I was off to the eclectic part of town where the Opera House is, the theater section, and an area where people from the university hang out in unique cafe's and restaurants.

I had dinner at Bohemia.  This area really is unique in the heart of the city:  a park lined with cafes where one would expect to find a street.  The main feature of the park is a large statue of Franz Liszt.

Today I walked 17,508 steps which accounted for 8.45 miles.  I was exhausted!

Budapest & Prague: Day Two (Budapest)

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Today we spent over 5 hours on a private tour of Budapest.  Our guide, Karyn, and driver were excellent, making for a spectacular experience.  Here's just a bit...

The Jewish Ghetto
I think one of the most powerful things that will remain with me from today was hearing about and seeing the Jewish history in the Jewish Ghetto--the area where the Jews were basically imprisoned in Budapest during the Nazi occupation.  You could still see a small area of the Nazi wall that once forced over a million Jewish people to live and die in such a small confined area.  And these were the Jewish people that were spared death in the concentration camps.  The Jewish people in the Hungarian countryside were all sent to the gas chambers.

Shoes Memorial
The Shoe Memorial was very powerful and horrifically disturbing.  Along the edge of the riverwalk of the Danube, near the Parliament, is a small area of bronzed shoes.  This memorial honors the memory of the men, women, and children that the Nazis marched to the river's edge in 1944 and 1945, made them take off their shoes and coats, and then shot them so their bodies would fall into the Danube to be washed away by the swift currents.

I have such a hard time understanding how things could ever get like that.  Then I remember that genocide still takes place today.  What of humanity?

St. Stephen's Basilica
When I arrived at the hotel last night, I went walking briefly, on a quest for dinner.  (By the way, the Goulash Soup and Hungarian Pancakes at the Bazilika restaurant at St. Stephen's square are to die for!!) I stumbled onto St. Stephen's Basilica and a violinist performing in the square.  Today, I went inside the basilica.  To say it is gorgeous is a huge understatement!

St. Stephen was the countries first king.  He was given his crown by the Pope de jour and was canonized.  Basically, he was the head of the Catholic church and the state.  His crown, handed down to every subsequent king, was smuggled to US forces during the conquest of Hungary during the World War in an effort to save it from looting and was actually stored at Fort Knox.  President Jimmy Carter returned it, amid great fanfare, to the Hungarian people during his presidency.

The Citadel & the Nearby Baths
The Citadel, once a fort that was used by Hungarian enemies to shell the city (some of the soviet guns are still on display there) is a popular park in Hungary that overlooks the Pesh side of the river.  The views from here are spectacular.

Near the Citadel is one of the area's several baths.  Intensely hot water naturally comes from deep in the earth and is channeled into baths in several parts of the city.  (The Hungarians also use it for heating.) In one area, the water comes up from the ground at an astounding 181º!  Doctors frequently write prescriptions for treatments at the baths, and many people go to them for day spa treatments.  The baths are frequented by those seeking relief from rheumatoid arthritis.

The Old Palace
Atop the hills of Buda sits the 1,400 room Royal Palace.  It, like so much of the city, was once occupied by the Nazis.  Outside it appears grand and spectacular.  Now an art gallery, inside, it is anything but.  On the other side of the old city center is the impressive cathedral, the Matthias Church, and the Fisherman's Bastion with 7 turrets, one for each of the founding tribes.  The pictures of Pesh from up here, across the Danube, are remarkable.

Communism
According to our guide, the Hungarian people feel they are better off today, even with the global recssion, than they were during communism.  When the communist ruled Hungary, they could not travel freely.  They could only eat Hungarian food (International foods were banned; so, they didn't have Chinese or Mexican restaurants and didn't even know what those foods tasted like.  Two Mexican restaurants now thrive in Budapest.)

The communists strongly discouraged the arts, but today the artistic community once again thrives.  Perhaps the arts are now seen as a statement of freedom and self expression against so many years of oppression. Extremely talented musicians of all ages were frequently seen and heard playing their instruments on the streets--the great classic literature as well as beautiful ethnic musical styles I had never heard (or instruments I had never seen) before.

The National Opera House, partially owned at one time by Franz Liszt who happened to live just a block or two down the street in an extremely gorgeous and large home, is heavily subsidized by the government.  Tickets are between 2 and 35 euro, making attending the opera less expensive than going to a movie.  As a result, performances at the Opera House are always sold out.

Bullet Holes and Bombed Buildings
The city is undergoing a great transformation.  Many of the old and spectacularly gorgeous buildings, once nationalized, fell into a horrid state of disrepair but are being privatized and restored today.  The New York Building is an example, as well as the hotel in which I am staying, The Four Seasons, formerly The Gresham Building.  The architectural styles of their history are nothing short of stunning.  Many of the buildings are completely redone on the inside and look new on the outside, having been cleaned of a century or more of dirt.

Some of these buildings still have large bullet holes in them from the world war.  And in between some of these stunningly gorgeous buildings, many of which are old mansions from wealthy eras gone by, you can find hideous (typical soviet styled) buildings built by the communists to replace the buildings that were completely bombed out during the World War.  Soviet architecture was all about utility and function, not form.

From the moment I arrived, I often felt as though I were in Paris.  Karyn said that the influence of the French baroque architectural style has been significant here.  In fact, Budapest, on the Pesh side, is commonly referred to as the Hungarian Paris.  Several Hollywood movies have been filmed here when the story is said to be in Paris, because the city is virtually indistinguishable from Paris and the cost of filming, and living, here is so affordable--by comparison, it's still astoundingly cheap!  A 2 bedroom, 1 bath apartment in the prime city center near the Opera House would sell for only about 250,000 euro, even today!

Gruesome History
This small nation has lost over half of its population and land size "by being on the wrong side of just about every war in history." I was surprised to learn that it originally was not land locked!  The reminders of their history are everywhere, from the bullet riddled buildings, the old soviet styled architecture that replaced the buildings bombed out by the Nazis, the "graveyard of old soviet statues" (now on the outskirts of town) that once littered the city, to the ancient walled old palace center in Buda.

These people have a broader historical perspective we in the US would do well to understand.

Cleveland, Yes: Ohio
Interestingly, Budapest, the capitol city of Hungary, is by far the largest city in the country of Hungary. The second largest Hungarian community lives in Cleveland, Ohio, the result of two enormous waves of immigration into the United States, making the size of the Hungarian community in Cleveland almost as large as their nation's capitol. I was unaware of how many Hungarian people have been assimilated in the US entertainment industry:  Tony Curtis (who recently passed away), Liberace, and Zsa Zsa Gabor.  One of my mother's favorite perfumes (Estée Lauder) is made by the Lauder family, a prominent, wealthy Hungarian family.

Nobel Prizes
The Hungarians take great pride in and place significant emphasis on education.  Even though Hungary is a relatively small country, they are delighted to claim the greatest number of Nobel Prizes per capita of any nation in the world.

Temperament
I found the temperament of the Hungarian people to be delightful.  Here in Budapest, many people now speak English fluently.  They are friendly and well aware, for better or worse, of American culture. (For example:  The hotel desk clerk made frequent jokes about me being Mike Tyson and said he was going to spread the rumor that Mike Tyson was in the building.)

The people seemed to enjoy being outside (The weather today was utterly flawless!) and appear to be in no hurry at all.  Many people were strolling about downtown, in the parks, and along the River Danube.  The people at the hotel have gone out of their way to be helpful and accommodating.  Despite the horror of their history, maybe even because of it, they seem happier and more optimistic than people in the US.

Nightfall on the Danube
The city is beautifully lit at night. However, the lighting source, unlike any I've ever encountered before, casts an unusual and intense orange tint to all of the images I shot.  I had to color correct them all for tungsten lighting to get the correct color balance.  None the less, the city view is gorgeous along the river.

Budapest & Prague: Day One (Travel Day to Budapest)

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Today was a travel day:  from Los Angeles through Paris and on to Budapest via Air France and then Malev.  The food on the Air France flight was the best I've ever had on a plane.  Superb!  The temperature on the plane was so hot though, I couldn't sleep at all.  During breakfast I asked the flight attendant if he could please turn the heat down.  He immediately did.  Goodness!  I should have asked hours earlier!

Charles de Gaulle is such an enormous airport—no, I mean HUGE!  During the time I walked from terminal 3E to 3D I aged about 3 weeks!  It seemed like miles and miles!

Apparently luggage never makes it from Paris to Budapest on time.  A lady originally from Budapest, who now lives in Florida, said her luggage has never made it on the plane with her from any country, and she's tried every possible connection in search of a solution to this problem.  The paperwork process for getting your lost luggage is rather amusing!  Hopefully my luggage will arrive in the night. (It did:  at 3:00AM.)

The hotel, The Four Seasons, formerly the Gresham Building, an insurance company, is utterly spectacular, with the perfect location—a stunning view of the Danube and Buda on the other side of the river.  (The picture in this post is from the lobby.)  I am eager to start taking pictures!

Weekends in LA

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I've really been fortunate to live in and around very beautiful areas.  The South Bay area is quite lovely.  Last weekend was so typical:  gorgeous sunny weather on the coast.  Saturday featured a day trip to Palos Verdes and Rancho Palos Verdes, just south of Manhattan Beach.  Sunday featured a day trip north to Malibu.

So here are some photos (shot by the HU) and a brief video (shot by the iPhone 4 in HD!).  Clicking on any of the photos will open slightly larger versions of them. (Many monitors may be too small to seethe video in HD. Just scroll to the right. Mouse over the video and click on the "Play Full Screen Button," which looks like a tiny square on the extreme right above the word "Close." The button does not appear until you mouse over the video.)  Holding the iPhone steady in the wind is a huge challenge!

Enjoy!

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More Galleries to Come

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Well, as you can see, I was very busy working on photos this weekend.  It all started when I found out that people were not only viewing but also comments on my photos on Flickr.  And I had posted very few photos there.  So, I decided to update those with several thousand new photos and tackle coming up to date with my official photo gallery here at tt.us.

I enjoyed working on the photos from Page, Arizona, and from Ireland.  Doing so always brings back great memories from the trips.

So now I need to work on the photos from my fairly recent trip to Thailand and Vietnam.  Hopefully that will happen soon, though I will be spending a lot more time this month traveling and writing for my book project (before my publisher starts to yell at me).

 

Ireland Photo Gallery

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I've included over 600 pictures from my November, 2009, trip to Ireland, in the Ireland Gallery.  Click the image below to enjoy!

Page, AZ, Photo Gallery

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My trip to Page, Arizona, back in January, 2010, was filled with amazing places to photograph.  I've finally published the Page Gallery of albums.  This gallery contains my first HDR gallery.  You will want to be sure to check it out!

Click the image below to visit it, and don't forget to view the pictures in full screen mode!

Stories in the Banner Images

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Every image tells a story.  So, I've decided I should share some of the stories around the images that rotate through the banner images at the top of my blog.  [If you're reading this at blog.timtyson.us, you will not see these rotating banner images.  You have to go to the mirror site at timtyson.us/weblog to see the rotating images.]

I shot this particular image at Horseshoe Bend in Page, Arizona, in January, 2010.  Perhaps in the larger image (click to enlarge) you can see the snow in the distant mountains.  While it was cool enough to wear a jacket, it was not at all cold.

You have to walk about a mile in the desert from the parking area to get to this location.  The view is very, very flat and you simply can't see the Colorado River winding through the desert until you are very close to the edge.  Speaking of the edge...

Taking this shot was terrifying!  I slowly and "intrepidly" inched my way to the edge of the sheer drop off holding my opened tripod out in front of me as if it were a senior citizen's walker.  Though I'm certain I looked ridiculous, I could have cared less!  The air was rather still while we were there which at least reduced my fear of being blown over the edge.

The view is gorgeous.  Photos can't capture this type of grandeur.

This photo was among my first experiments with HDR that has "gone public."  This picture is actually three shots, each at a different exposure.  I then took the three pictures and merged the detail information into one photograph, which gives the photo its distinctive look and level of detail in the brighter as well as darker areas of the scene.

Finally, I have to tell you about the guys, three of them, that were walking up to the edge and shooting--literally within inches.  One guy, twenty-something, just squatted down within 2 - 3 inches of the edge on a slope (downward!) and was shooting away as if there were no way he could possible fall to his death if the sand slid or crumbled.  I simply couldn't stand to watch him!  My knees were about to turn to rubber!

An amazing, beautiful view.  The scale is astounding.

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The Tapestry Is Finally Up

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Back on April 2nd, I wrote about the trip down to Halong Bay, Vietnam, when we stopped at a sewing factory and purchased a tapestry for the house.  Well, it is finally framed and now hanging on the wall in the living room.  As you can see, it's very large!  Though these pictures have a great deal of reflection because of the bright sun at the time of day I shot them, I'm posting them so you can get a sense of the tapestry.  The piece is actually double framed.   (Click on each photo to see the larger version.)

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When you click on the two pictures below, you can see some of the detailed sewing work.  (You see the reflection on the flowers through the front window.)

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Enterprise Car Rental @ Denver International

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Seems that lately I've been grousing around about everything. I tend to be a fairly happy-go-lucky sort of guy, but when things annoy me, especially when my shoulder hurts, I vent about them. I don't hold them in.

So, when something good happens, I try to be equally as quick to share the love. Well, tonight, I want to share the love. I'm in the Mile High City and had to rent a car.

Car rental is car rental to me, usually just dealing with people who are indifferently just doing their job, sometimes feeling ripped off by absurd prices. But this afternoon's experience was unexpected and unprecedented!

The shuttle driver who picked up the 3 of us waiting on Island 4 to be taken to the car rental office was probably a good bit older than I, yet he insisted on taking my suitcase and placing it in the bin. Little did he know how much I appreciated that as my arthritic shoulder had been killing me all day.

He was a pleasant and outgoing fellow who told us he was glad to answer any questions we might have in the 5 - 6 minutes it would take us to get to the rental agency. He explained how to get to the major interstates when leaving the car rental place.

When we walked in to the rental office I was in shock. They were very busy but three agents welcomed each one of us to his counter area with a warm smile and, "Let me help you right here." None of us waited even a second.

My agent, I think his name was Kyle, totally blew me away -- and that's really hard to do. Not only was he pleasantly conversational during our entire transaction, he was fast, thorough, and efficient. He suggested that the less expensive option for where I was going was not to prepay for the gas but to top it off when I returned it. (What?! Saving ME money???) He double checked the GPS to make sure it worked and was connected to the satellites before we ever went out to the lot. (In the past, I've had so many that didn't work. Thank god for my iPhone!)

He walked around with me in the lot showing me the cars from which I got to pick. Once I selected the Toyota Camery, he showed me where the gas tank was, opened the trunk and put my luggage in, and (since he had already asked me at the counter in general conversation where I was going) asked me if I was in a hurry.

I told him I really wasn't. He then suggested I might want to avoid the private toll road because they didn't take cash and required a later online registration and complex payment process. He said it was the fastest route and that the GPS would probably take me that way. If I wasn't in a hurry, he would be glad to program the GPS to avoid that route.

What?! Jeeze! Am I dreaming?!

He then programmed my destination address with the toll road avoided. This guy could not have been any nicer or any more helpful. The only other thing he could have done would have been to drive me to my destination. I was completely impressed. He told me that the return address for the car was already accurately programmed into the GPS. (That's rare!)

With the GPS ready to guide me, the car cranked, and the AC on, he wished me well as he shook my hand.

I told him that Enterprise was really working it and that I was totally impressed. He smiled as we waved goodbye with a great big smile.

Now that's totally awesome customer service! I highly recommend the Enterprise Car Rental at the Denver International Airport. They treat their customers the best I've ever seen, and those that know me know that I travel all the time and am slow to make recommendations! By the way, their rates were great too!

Completed Bangkok Time Lapse

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Comprised of over 6,000 still images, each shot every 20 seconds from the hotel room window overlooking the river below, this time lapse represents almost 2 days of the heat and hazy humidity of Bangkok.  I used my old Canon 30D.  The original project is 1080HD and is filled with interesting detail; but, to be useful for web deployment, this much smaller version is shared.

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Gorgeous

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Alila Villas Uluwatu, in Bali, is  sustainable resort on Bali's southern coast.  The pictures depict a gorgeous resort selling for $800 a night and touting luxury combined with ecology.  (I'm not too sure such a thing can exist.)  But the place is gorgeous.  [Source:  CoolHunting—sited below the pictures]

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I love the infinity pool pictured above.

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The Absurdity that Is Air Travel

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I never cease to be amazed at how powerful fear is. Today, going through security from Canada to the US was the most astoundingly absurd security process I've ever experienced. It took an entire hour just for security, not including immigration.

Each individual person went through the metal detector. But why? They were going to screen each individual person with a handheld metal detector wand anyway? They checked each person's boarding pass a total of three times. Why? Are their inspectors that incompetent?

Then, after the wand detector was waved over every part of each person's body, they had each person empty all pockets, be patted down over every part of your body, pulled around on your pants at your belt buckle and your shirt collar, and then everything that was in your pockets was inspected piece by piece in detail--looking at every single page of my passport, for example.

They had females working with women and males working with men. Each worker did nothing until all of the workers working on that side, man or woman, had finished inspecting the person in the que. This was without doubt the slowest and most dysfunctional screening process I've ever experienced in my life. The number of TSA workers was huge, and most of the time they were just standing there waiting for the one person being inspected to go through the line before they did their small part of the inspection process for the next person.

And here's what made me madder that hell itself: they did this to all of the children in the security line as well. These kids today do not know a world of travel and exploration without fear and invasive scrutiny that treats decent human beings as if they are all terror suspects. This is despicable!

In just a few more years people will have completely forgotten what living in a free society really is. It has been redefined by fear. It has been repurposed by governments wanting to control their masses. If we must live our lives this way, at least we should call it what it is: tyranny. The bad guy won. They will always defeat the tyranny of our ever increasingly invasive security measures that have killed freedom of travel, probably forever.

And we tolerate this as if this is how life should be in a "free" society. If I could never travel again, I would stop today.

-- Posted From My iPad

Location:Los Angeles,United States

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Never Content

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Reflecting back about my recent trip to south Asia...

As I've mentioned before, Bangkok especially and central and south Vietnam were terribly hot and humid. Shorts and short sleeved shirts were always in order.

I was, however, astonished to see so many of the local people in those areas wearing long sleeved shirts, sweaters, and jackets. How could they possibly be cool?!

Most of the women also wore masks around their faces. I was a bit shocked to learn why this was so customary: these people, with gorgeous olive complexions, want to avoid tanning their skin at all costs. The women even purchase expensive skin whitening creams from Japan. The lighter the skin, the more beautiful you are considered.

Here in the US, white people are just the opposite.

Why are we humans never content with what we have? Sometimes I guess this compels us to achieve better things. Sometimes it is not in our best interest.

Safely Home but Hating Travel More than Ever

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This trip, unlike any of my other travels around the world, was not without some rather anxious moments. I'm glad to be home. I think.

I read in CNN this morning that Thailand has declared a state of emergency after the protesters stormed parliament yesterday. While I was in Bangkok, the protests were peaceful. I really have no idea what their internal politics are all about and wasn't even aware of the current political unrest when I went to Thailand.

I left Bangkok on March 31st to spend about a week in Vietnam. (I still haven't had time to post pictures from my time in Bangkok. I was busy working. But I found the people in Bangkok to be so incredibly gracious and friendly.)

While in Vietnam, the mood of the people there was also hospitable. However, I felt the people were a little bit more rigid—not at all in the way they treated me, but just in their general approach to life. Life in Vietnam seemed more difficult for common people.

Their food is amazing. They smile easily. They have very, very different customs and culture. Their driving is frightening. Maybe I was infusing some of my own guilt for what the United States did in Vietnam into my perceptions of my time there. Maybe it was just the constant horn honking...

When I began to leave Da Nang to return home via Ho Chi Minh City and Bangkok and Narita, I was stopped by a woman working for the airport. She said my carry on bag was too large if it didn't fit in this little "size thing." When it did fit, as I knew it would, she then said it was too heavy. It was. It contains my expensive camera equipment. She insisted I check it. I refused.*

Vietnam Airlines is in the process of becoming a member of the SkyTeam Alliance. With my being a charter member of the Diamond Club with SkyTeam, which means I travel way too much, Delta allows free oversized and overweight bags. Not Vietnam Airlines--yet, anyway. After some ridiculous wrangling I got my stuff on board without having to check it.

So the return already was getting off to a bad start. Upon arriving in Bangkok, I was staying at Novatel, the very nice hotel at the airport. A shuttle picks everyone up and takes you to the hotel as it is not easily accessed by walking, and Bangkok is hotter than hell anyway.

We had to go through a security check point to enter the hotel property. The Mercedes in front of us was thoroughly inspected for explosives. I could immediately tell things were much more serious. In my room in this modern, gorgeous hotel, the air conditioning wasn't working well! I didn't sleep well.

When we were all boarding the airplane in Narita, the gate agent told us that everyone had to be weighed by order of the United States Federal Aviation Administration. They brought out 5 scales or so and everyone had to be weighed and our weights recorded. What I weigh is none of the US governments damned business!

I don't sleep well on planes either. After spending virtually two days on airplanes, I was dead dog tired and very irritable. I was glad to land at LAX. So I thought. US Immigration asked me an unusual number of questions. What was that all about?! I was soon to find out.

Apparently I am now, like millions of other law abiding Americans I've read about in the news, being confused with some idiot from another state who must be in some kind of trouble with the government. I had to go through additional screening. I was so irritated. To make matters worse, their is no due process. They will not tell you anything about why this is being done. This is the American way?!

I must say that the customs agent was very professional, even cordial. Thank God! My shoulder was hurting terribly; I hadn't slept for two days; I was in a really bad mood. I won't go into any details about the extra screening so I won't be arrested, as was the journalist (or photographer, I don't recall now) who blogged about a similar experience with Immigration through Seattle a few months ago.

I was given a web site to use to redress this issue, but, according to the news, this rarely even works. I have to travel out of the country again next week. Will I be able to get out? Will I be able to get back in? This is so absurd.

Our world is getting uglier and uglier. Freedom in the US died with the Patriot Act. We sold our national birthright for fear. Soon, our children will never have know the US I was born in as it will never have existed in their lifetime. Weird how things change.

I worry that, as the divide between the super wealthy and the poor widens and the number of poor continue to grow, we will see very bad times ahead. I guess this is nothing new. What will be new is how technology will be wielded in this conflict of interests.

At any rate, I hate traveling now. It's just so terribly unpleasant: badly behaving children, cramming too many people into too little space, and now airlines want to start charging to use the overhead storage and to use the bathrooms?! One airline will be reducing the number of toilets on board so they can cram even more seats on the plane. What the hell?!!!

* I've had international "security" go through and steal things from my checked luggage in the past and, since we can't lock our checked bags, will not allow my expensive items to be checked ever again.

Vietnam: Day Seven - Traveling Home

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Today the long journey home begins—in about 45 minutes. Amazingly, the couple in the bungalow next door here at the Palm Garden Resort in Hoi An are from Atlanta, Georgia! In fact, they live in Morningside.

Can we say: small world!

Vietnam: Day Six - Eco-Friendly Beach Cleaning at Sunrise

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Every morning in Manhattan Beach, a large truck pulls a huge raking mechanism along the beach to pick up all of the trash* the tide and beach goers left behind. In the past I've actually posted a picture of what that looks like.

This morning I got up early to photograph the sunrise. The thick layer of fog over the water precluded that endeavor, but I was greeted with a water buffalo and his owner raking the beach front here in front of the bungalow. He really is more flattening the beach than raking it as their is no trash in the sand, only sea shells.

The water buffalo would dutifully follow his owner back and forth pulling this weighted log behind him. At one point the owner left the water buffalo along the beach while he went to the boathouse for a moment.

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Then, the fishermen started working along the beachfront. Next the sun began to appear above the fog layer and horizon. I snapped several pictures, but in my rush I bumped he camera settings and didn't realize it. All of the sunrise pictures were almost completely overexposed. I'll have to hope for a repeat or even better tomorrow.

I'm now sitting outside for a little while, blogging. The humidity is probably 100%. Photographing the morning events was a challenge as the camera had been inside the room for most of the night and the lenses immediately fogged up. I realized I would face this dilemma and placed the camera and lenses in the outdoor garden to adjust to the temperature and humidity difference for about 3 hours, but that didn't prove adequate. Even my computer screen is completely fogged up as I type this!

* I've shown the trash that washes up from the ocean: massive amounts of styrofoam and plastic that somehow manage to find their way out to sea only to be washed in from the tides. The amount of non-biodegradable trash is revolting!

Vietnam: Day Six - Rest and Relax in Hoi An

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Today is a chill out day before the long trek home begins tomorrow via Ho Chi Minh City and Bangkok. Nothing specific is planned. I do hope to catch up on all of the blogging and post some pictures. Even now the computer is importing photos from the camera's flash card. I've probably shot over 10,000 photos this trip, but 7,000 - 8,000 of those are from the time lapse experiments in Bangkok.

The grounds here at the Palm Garden Resort in Hoi An are very beautiful. Before breakfast, I went on a flower shooting spree. The Hibuscus flowers here are vivid, large, and in colors I've never seen before.

I tried using my macro lens extension tube for the first time with some of these shots. Shooting flowers in the wild is more difficult than one would think. Pulling focus is the devil itself when zooming way in to the parts of the flower. Then, add a gentle breeze to the formula. Impossible!

The water lilies in the pond at the entry area of the hotel are also gorgeous.

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Vietnam: Day Five - The Ancient City of Hoi An

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Mien, the guide for the day, is from Da Nang, a city just a few miles from Hoi An—which was founded about 400 years ago as a major trading post from East to West. I'm staying on the outskirts of Hoi An in a unique oceanside bungalow about 50 feet from the ocean. Nothing else is here at the water as far as you can see in either direction. This is amazing.

The room itself is really unique. The bathroom is attached to the sleeping quarters but is basically outside in a private garden. The shower, toilet, and sink area have a roof over them; however, the tub resides as a central feature of the private garden. It's beautiful but exceedingly hot and humid.

Here are some pictures from around the ancient city of Hoi An during the day and then again at night.


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Night time in the ancient city.

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Vietnam: Day Four - Driving

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Driving in Vietnam is just dangerous, absolutely very, very dangerous! Today I drove from Dalong Bay to the Hanoi airport (about 3 hours). Flew from Hanoi to Da Nang, and drove from Da Nang to Hoi An (about 30 minutes).

Before leaving the US, my doctor told me I would more likely be injured in a car accident or hit by a car than get malaria from a mosquito bite (though she insisted I take a medication to help prevent contracting the drug-resistant strains that thrive in this part of the world). She told me to always sit where the seat belt is in a car or taxi no matter what and never even use the water for brushing my teeth!

Aside: I was seeing my doctor for a bad shoulder. I can no longer even lift my luggage to place it in the overhead storage on the planes. I have an MRI scheduled when I return. She wanted to schedule the MRI that week, and I told her why I couldn't—my trip. We then had a marvelous conversation about South Asia. (I may have to have surgery if the problem is what she thinks it may be—a torn something or the other.)

She loves this part of the world. She talked about the traffic, the lovely people, the customs. She was right! She also said I would be foolish not to have medical evacuation insurance in case of unexpected illness or injury. It was cheap. I really like her. Aside from being amazingly sharp and sociable, she's on top of things!

I've been told that the number one cause of accidents in this country is driving under the influence of alcohol (about 60% of all accidents). The second greatest cause of accidents is driving on the wrong side of the road! They do! All over the place. They pull out directly in front of you without any hesitation. People on side streets never stop. They just go. Go, go, go!! Pedestrians literally just walk right out into 4 and 5 lanes of rush hour traffic. I have never!! Crazy. Insane! And the vietnamese honk their horns constantly—all the time! It's their way of saying "I'm here."

Today, on the way from Dalong Bay to Hoi An, making a left turn to pull in to the hotel, we almost killed two people on a scooter. Their driver was driving on the wrong side of an impassible highway divider going in the same direction we were traveling!! In other words, they were traveling against the traffic on a one way portion of the road with no chance of getting to the correct side of the road. Who ever would have thought they would even be there--traveling the wrong direction! Horns blew (more than usual). Brakes slammed. Drivers veered sharply. In a heartbeat, an accident was averted by inches at most!

A couple, from Australia, on the Halong Bay junk said they witnessed a terrible accident in Hanoi with multiple fatalities.

Never drive in South Asia.

Vietnam: Day Three - Halong Bay

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Today I drove from Hanoi to Halong Bay. The drive was interesting. You can see a picture of the person riding the water buffalo we saw along the side of the road in the rice patties. Apparently this road was frequently heavily bombed by the US during the Vietnam war as it was used to transport munitions within the country.

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Why the hell were we ever in this place, killing these people?!

Interestingly, Nam said the Vietnamese hold less of a grudge against the US or France for their war efforts. However, the Vietnamese, to this day, still dislike the Chinese, who were the first to dominate their country many years ago. The US dollar or the dong is commonly accepted for payment here.

Perhaps one reason so many of the Vietnamese have been willing to forgive and forget is that about 60% of the country was born after 1975—their version of a baby boom.

We stopped at a "factory" where the workers are handicapped children (mostly deaf or blind) and people who have suffered horrific war injury from agent orange. They make some spectacular embroidery work. A gorgeous large piece of it will be hanging on the living room wall when I return home.

I'm in a world I never knew existed. I'm currently sitting on the balcony of a wooden junk (boat) someplace in Halong Bay, Vietnam, looking at the view you see pictured in this post. This place is magical, unlike anything I've ever seen before, the land formations are peculiar other-worldly protrusions of limestone, covered with lush jungle foliage, from a placid, emerald-green sea. The thick cloud cover adds a special sense of mystery, almost a dream-like state.










Yesterday, those of us aboard the junk disembarked and walked through a large cave on one of the 2,000 islands. Only 900 of them have been named. But the end of the day was most spectacular. Everyone boarded tiny little boats and had teenagers paddle us through a fishing village floating in the sea. These people live here.




In my wildest imaginations, I would never have envisioned that people live like this: fishermen living in tiny houseboats floating in Halong Bay. We saw many, many young children. Even at age 2 and 3 they were adept at climbing up boat masts and running along the edges of very small bobbing boats with, of necessity, a flawless sense of balance.






My greatest shock was seeing a floating school in Halong Bay and realizing that I had seen a picture of this very school in 2008 and even posted it to my professional blog on May 8th, 2008, never imagining that just under 2 years later I would actually see the very thing with my own eyes.

Part of the World Heritage, Halong Bay is spectacular beyond belief!

Vietnam: Day Two - My Life Is Quirky That Way...

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Back in July of 2006, I escaped the craziness of the hustle, bustle, and heat of Atlanta, Georgia, to head for the Arctic Circle, to walk on a glacier in Trømso, Norway. During my first meal that far north on our planet, I heard Ray Charles singing, "Georgia On My Mind." I was horrified. I had travelled thousands of miles to get Georgia off of my mind.

In March, 2008, I traveled to Ykaterinberg—the third largest city in Russia. At 4:00AM, when the bar across the street was closing its doors, with those doors wide open to push the patrons out on to the street, I heard Cher bellowing, "Do You Believe in Life After Love?" blaring night after night. I guess it was their theme song at closing time.

And here in April, 2010, in the park in central Hanoi, Vietnam, directly across from Lake Hoan Kiem, thousands of Vietnamese are beginning their day with their routine Tai Chi exercises with the speakers blaring "It Was an Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini."

Is nothing sacred?!

As this phenomenon seems to only happen once on even numbered years, perhaps I'm safe for another two years!

Vietnam: Day Two - Hanoi

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The bustle of this city goes beyond that of NYC and Paris. In many ways, it exceeds Rome. I've simply never seen so many scooters flitting about, so many people on bicycles, so many cars and pedestrians scrunching into such cramped quarters. The horns blow nonstop, not in a rude, NYC sort of way, but in a "Don't squash me. I'm here!" sort of way.

Nam, my young guide, and the driver took me all over Hanoi today. I'm exhausted. I walked almost all of the 36 streets in the old French Quarter, toured the historic Hanoi Hilton prison, walked a "typical neighborhood," and walked through the Ho Chi Minh memorial area. The sights, the sounds, the smells were unlike anything I've experienced anywhere else in the world. I even shot a movie of a house being built. Totally unique!

Nam speaks English very well. He's from here. He seems to know the people and has shared several interesting stories about the area.

I'm including in this post a few shots of the magnificent Sofitel Metropole by Lake Hoan Kiem where I'm staying in the French Quarter as well as some from around the city.

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