Travel writer Paul Theroux once spent a year and a half in a collapsible kayak, paddling around 51 islands in the South Pacific, and facing all kinds of challenges on sea and land. The two hours I spent in a sturdy plastic kayak atop the waters of Bacuit Bay in the Philippines at the beginning of this month almost give adventure a bad name by comparison.
I guess that’s why Theroux wrote a 500-page book (The Happy Isles of Oceania) based on his experience whereas I’ll be settling for 200-word blog post.
I will say one thing, though. My respect for anyone who takes this kind of vessel into open water has risen enormously. During my two hours, I never drifted more than about 500 metres from the shore, but it was enough to have me completely freaked out by the thought of what might be swimming around in the inky blackness beneath the kayak. I kept having visions of this iconic photo. And when a green sea turtle interrupted the silent swish of paddle in water by popping up behind me and shorting like a whale, I almost passed out into a reverse Eskimo roll. (Inuit roll?) Continue reading
I recently read about a John Cage composition for organ called As Slow As Possible, a piece of music that is currently being played live in a church in Germany. The performance began in 2001 (though the first actual chord wasn’t struck until 17 months later) and will take 639 years to finish. The next scheduled change of note is in October this year.
And I thought: that’s about as slow as my book on China is coming along. Continue reading
So, Sicily’s Mount Etna has kicked off again. She doesn’t take much of a break these days.
I must say I kind of miss my time living in the shadow of an active volcano. As a half-remedy, yesterday I jumped on a cheap-as-chips AirAsia flight from Singapore to Yogyakarta in Central Java, Indonesia, to explore the volcanic belt around Borobudur temple. Woke up this morning with the call to prayer echoing across the plain and snapped a couple of pics, below. Bit of a moody sunrise, but an impressive view nonetheless.
Mount Merapi, Java
Borobudur, centre left (click to zoom)
Part two of my best bits and bobs from last year’s peregrinations. (Click photos to zoom.)
6. Bali, Indonesia
Whereabouts: Bali’s Bukit Peninsula
Day five of a fantastic holiday in Bali with my family found us poolside at a villa complex called “The Edge”, a place I had grudgingly accepted the task of reviewing for work. This stint in Bali was our first outside the well-trodden haunts of Seminyak and Ubud. I loved the Bukit Peninsula for a change, especially with its 180-degree view of relentless, pounding surf, and even more especially for its total lack of retail outlets. Continue reading
Plenty of travel opportunities last year, thankfully, including regional stuff out of Singapore (three trips to Malaysia, three to Thailand, one to Indonesia), and a handful of journeys further afield. Here are some of the bits I enjoyed the most. (Click photos to zoom.)
1. Loubressac, France
Whereabouts: On a rural road between hamlets
Travel highlight of the year was a toss-up between a brilliant first-time trip to India, encompassing Delhi, Rajasthan and Agra, and an eight-day hike in the Dordogne Valley of France’s southwest. This photo was taken on day five of the latter, near the village of Loubressac. After a torridly wet start to the week (70km of squelching boots), the early morning fog signalled glorious weather ahead. Continue reading
Some pics from my India trip are now up on Flickr.
Agra & Delhi: here.
Neemrana & Jaipur: here.
So, the newly re-elected POTUS was in Southeast Asia last week, and his trip included a much-discussed-and-dissected visit to Burma. Political ramifications aside, I think that country is going to need a whole lot more hotel rooms in the near future to accommodate the tourist boom. Lodgings were few and far between when I was there in late 2010, and with the recent “opening up”, plus the Lonely Planet stamp of approval, and the buzz about the first-ever US presidential visit to the place, I’m guessing that Yangon International Airport will only get busier and busier.
(I have a soft spot for that otherwise uninspiring airport, by the way, because it’s where I first heard that my book had been accepted for publication.) Continue reading
This morning I went jogging for the first time in yonks. It was the 10km Run For Hope, an event that raises money for cancer research; so, a very good reason to lace up the sneaks.
It was also a glorious morning, weather-wise. After yesterday’s deluge and minor flooding (I was fittingly at a screening of Skyfall when the heavens opened), Singapore turned on a show: vermillion sun rising over the Straits, deep-blue canopy above, rippling bottle-green water in the harbour, and other assorted colour-related cliches. It made me wish I had my camera with me. (It certainly couldn’t have made me jog any slower.) Continue reading
Transcript of a discussion last weekend between my wife and me, concerning our recent trip to India (Delhi, Jaipur, Agra):
Gill: So, how many photos did you end up taking over there?
Shamus: Not sure.
Gill: I reckon you must have taken two thousand. At least.
Shamus: In one week? No chance!
Gill: But every time I saw you, you had that thing glued to your face, clicking away at something.
Shamus: Rubbish! I bet I didn’t even take a thousand.
Gill: [later, after she’d watched me empty my memory cards from camera to computer] So? How many was it?
Shamus: Um … two thousand and fifty. Continue reading