The most thrilling experiences are when you first arrive in a new country, especially if the country is so different from yours. Pico Iyer would call it “The Shock of Arrival”. For me was “Rush Hour in Kathmandu”.
“The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” – Lao Tzu
One of the highlights of the Navaratri Hindu Festival are the religious rituals, such as the piercing of body parts.
Apparently the devotees experience no pain and they do not bleed from their piercings.
At the Navaratri festival in Bangkok I witnessed the cheeks piercing of a Hindu devout with a metal spear. View the piercing ritual step-by-step.
Navaratri is a festival dedicated to the worship of the Hindu deity Durga. The word Navaratri means ‘nine nights’ in Sanskrit, nava meaning nine and ratri meaning nights. During these nine nights and ten days, nine forms of Devi are worshipped. (Wikipedia)
In Bangkok the Navaratri Hindu Festival is celebrated every year during the ninth month of the lunar calendar mainly around the Sri Maha Mariamman Temple on Silom Road.
The roads around the temple are closed, making space for thousands of worshippers to pray and make offerings alongside hundreds of makeshift altars and stalls with flowers, food and souvenirs.
One camera. One city. And if the city is Taipei, then you are a lucky photographer. Seven days in Taipei and 1,600 photos!
Each photo tells a story, each photo has an emotion attached to it. But how can you select the best photos without the emotions getting into the way? The American street photographer Garry Winogrand would even wait one year before judging his images.
Falling in love with Taipei and its people is easy. Enjoy a glimpse of Taipei in 24 images.
This is a continuation of my previous post “Tibet: Om Mani Padme Hum“.
There are actually two Everest Base Camps on the opposite sides of Mount Everest: the South Base Camp in Nepal and the North Base Camp in Tibet.
Follow the journey to the North Base Camp in 21 photos.
Tibet was a tough trip. With only 60% to 70% available oxygen at these high altitudes, especially the nights were more like a nightmare. Four hours sleep and the rest of the night struggling to find oxygen. The Tibetan high altitude pills didn’t help too much. The highest point reached was at 5, 248 m.
I arrived in Lhasa with a small Air China plane coming from Kathmandu. The view from the plane was impressive.