Archive for the 'Travel' Category
Saturday, July 10th, 2010
Assignment – travel piece on Pulpit Rock Basecamp for VG
Thursday, May 13th, 2010
Cherry blossom in Japan
The only time Japanese people get publicly drunk on a large scale is in the springtime when the cherry trees blossom. And if you think the Japanese photograph each other a lot when on vacation, you haven’t seen them during Hanami, which usually occurs late March or early April.
Friday, April 30th, 2010
Japanese department store
Tuesday, April 27th, 2010
Laughter yoga in Mumbai
Monday, June 15th, 2009
Lazy days
Fishing and barbeque. Loving the summer, all night long.
Thursday, May 7th, 2009
Ashura Celebration
Manikganj, Bangladesh, january 2007
Thursday, April 30th, 2009
Take a walk
Lots of free time, walking in nature. New town, new possibilities.
Saturday, November 1st, 2008
Leaving on an airplane
Newark Liberty International Airport.
Somewhere over the Atlantic.
Aurora Borealis over Greenland.
Saturday, November 1st, 2008
Two days in New York
Arriving Manhattan, Penn Station, corner of 33rd and 7th.
Pedestrians crossing street close to Ground Zero.
Tourists photographing Ground Zero.
Ground Zero.
Ground Zero.
New York subway.
Empire State Buidling, seen from Rockefeller Building.
Central Park, seen from Rockefeller Building.
Central Park.
Central Park.
Central Park.
Central Park.
Nighttime on Manhattan.
Taking a taxi home.
Friday, October 24th, 2008
Athens, Ohio
Walking around in Athens on my first day there I felt great relief. So many young people, so many pretty people, in general, so many people. Most of my trip has gone through outback America, places with as few as 17 people (Middlegate, Nevada), 200 people (Austin, Nevada), 10 000 people (Delta, Utah).
Usually with these small places, anyone who is born there moves away when they reach adulthood, to go to larger cities that can offer schools, universities and cultural events in general.
I guess the same problem exists all over the world, the bigger issue of urbanization.
Athens have the opposite problem – young people come in hordes every september, trashing the town in some aspects, and bringing so much back in a lot of others.
I read in a newspaper while I was there, that the fire department had to put out a couch that was burning in the street. There was a big street party going on, where several houses were participating. Reportedly, the crowd of 2 500 people chanted “NUMBER ONE PARTY SCHOOL” as the firemen extinguished the couch.
Now, I wasn’t at that party in particular, but I was at a concert in someones basement, at a combined concert and art exhibition, a chili cook-off where the mayor of the town were one of the judges. This contest of gastronomical skills ended in a spontaneous rap concert in the backyard. I guess non of these things would have happened if it weren’t for all the students.
Friday, October 24th, 2008
84515
This is Cisco, a ghosttown just west of Grand Junction in Utah. According to Wikipedia the town survived long enough into the 20th century to obtain a ZIP-code, namely 84515.
Judging by the type of cars that were there i would say people moved out of here in the 70′s, but that’s a wild guess by my side.
I don’t know if this is an american thing, but along the way there has been plenty of left-behind cars, agricultural tools and trailers of all sorts. I feel that, at least in Norway, where I come from, if we move, we take our car/cars with us. But here… It might be some kind of use-and-throw-mentally that America has going on, or I might be completely off by saying such a thing. But I feel the consumer mentality, the idea that “if it’s broken, buy a new one”, is stronger here.
Maybe that’s the American way. And the American Dream is to be able to. And it’s shattering as we speak.
Tuesday, October 14th, 2008
The last frontier
In a small town called Hutchinson (population 40 000), in the middle of Kansas, is the Kansas Cosmosphere and Space Center. The location of it seems rather arbitrary, as I, at least, would seek to place such a museum in a city with more people. Now well. It was quite a special place. And in the midst of rockets, spacesuits and landingcapsules, I found a real rocket scientist. Retired, but a rocket scientist nontheless.
Real rockets.
Sci-fi artwork.
He used to work with atomic bombs.
Heatshielded landing-capsule, and space-suits.
Rocket engine.