- Good metal shows
- Powder days
- Fricking huge dunes of doom
The requisite 'jumping in the air in the dunes' shot. Yoni attempts air splits.
I love the dunes.
Local wildlife.
Hello little guy.
Flaunting the latest in Chinese fashion.
Saturday, 26 May 2007
Fricking Huge Dunes Of Doom
There are few things that make me giddy with excitement:
- Good metal shows
- Powder days
- Fricking huge dunes of doom
The requisite 'jumping in the air in the dunes' shot. Yoni attempts air splits.
I love the dunes.
Local wildlife.
Hello little guy.
Flaunting the latest in Chinese fashion.
- Good metal shows
- Powder days
- Fricking huge dunes of doom
The requisite 'jumping in the air in the dunes' shot. Yoni attempts air splits.
I love the dunes.
Local wildlife.
Hello little guy.
Flaunting the latest in Chinese fashion.
Yoni's Flickr Page: http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoniholmes/
135 photos including some with yours truely.
*****
Quotes from the road:
Y: "I would love to see a museum about utensils. I think it would be fascinating."
M: "You are strange, but then again I wanted to see the International Toilet Museum in New Delhi, so that puts us at about the same page."
135 photos including some with yours truely.
*****
Quotes from the road:
Y: "I would love to see a museum about utensils. I think it would be fascinating."
M: "You are strange, but then again I wanted to see the International Toilet Museum in New Delhi, so that puts us at about the same page."
Wednesday, 23 May 2007
Quotes from the road
Yoni's bus observations:
"We just overtook a car that was overtaking another car."
"I figure we spend 1/5 of our time on the wrong side of the road."
On crossing the road:
M: "Shall we cross the civilised Western way when the little man turns green, or the suicidal Chinese way?"
Y: "The civilised way."
M: "Civilisation is boring."
*****
The Old Man.
The old man walked up to Yoni and began to engage in conversation with him. Unable to understand what he was talking about, Yoni smiled and repeated what little Chinese he knew: Ting bu dong, ting bu dong (I don't understand). The man was persistant, and grabbed Yoni's hand, tracing out Chinese characters with his fingers across Yoni's palm. I grabbed my pen and gave it to the old man. He scribbled over Yoni's hand. Still unable to understand each other, we parted ways. Yoni walked up to a tour guide who was leading a group of tourists and asked her to translate the scribblings on his hand. "It say 'Are you Russian?"
We found the old man later on and told him we were from Canada and Australia respectively. Still excited, he signalled for the pen, and scribbled on my hand this time. I showed him postcards of Canada and my family, and gave him one with our names on it. He did the same in return. We shook hands in farewell, and just as we were about to part ways he opened up his arms and gave us each a giant bear hug.
Still curious about what he had written on my hand, we asked some of the ticket agents at the exit of the park. They directed us to the gift shop, where a helpful lady rummaged through some CD's. "It is a song" she said as she looked at the titles of the CD. Running her fingers down the track titles she stopped at one and pointed it out to me. "It is this one."
Track 9. Think of Chairman Mao.
Needlesstosay I bought the CD.
Yoni's bus observations:
"We just overtook a car that was overtaking another car."
"I figure we spend 1/5 of our time on the wrong side of the road."
On crossing the road:
M: "Shall we cross the civilised Western way when the little man turns green, or the suicidal Chinese way?"
Y: "The civilised way."
M: "Civilisation is boring."
*****
The Old Man.
The old man walked up to Yoni and began to engage in conversation with him. Unable to understand what he was talking about, Yoni smiled and repeated what little Chinese he knew: Ting bu dong, ting bu dong (I don't understand). The man was persistant, and grabbed Yoni's hand, tracing out Chinese characters with his fingers across Yoni's palm. I grabbed my pen and gave it to the old man. He scribbled over Yoni's hand. Still unable to understand each other, we parted ways. Yoni walked up to a tour guide who was leading a group of tourists and asked her to translate the scribblings on his hand. "It say 'Are you Russian?"
We found the old man later on and told him we were from Canada and Australia respectively. Still excited, he signalled for the pen, and scribbled on my hand this time. I showed him postcards of Canada and my family, and gave him one with our names on it. He did the same in return. We shook hands in farewell, and just as we were about to part ways he opened up his arms and gave us each a giant bear hug.
Still curious about what he had written on my hand, we asked some of the ticket agents at the exit of the park. They directed us to the gift shop, where a helpful lady rummaged through some CD's. "It is a song" she said as she looked at the titles of the CD. Running her fingers down the track titles she stopped at one and pointed it out to me. "It is this one."
Track 9. Think of Chairman Mao.
Needlesstosay I bought the CD.
Phots from the Greatest of China
Morning dumplings and Mr Yonatan Holmes (Turd Premier)
The Labrang Monastery, Xiahe, China.
Goats hanging out.
Interior of a monastery.
Yaks grazing in the grassland.
Pinching the nipple.
Word up from Xi'an in the Greatest China, home to one of the wonders of the world - a clay army guarding a dead Emperor. I've been retracing my steps from my last visit to China. Beijing is still under construction, crews working dilligently to demolish the old and build the new to shock and awe the masses during the Olympic games next year. I spent my days wondering around aimlessly, meeting old friends, laughing at Engrish signs (best hotel name ever: "Wash The Bath Hotel") and working off my jetlag.
*****
I'm travelling with my old high school friend Yonatan, who lived in Bangkok for 3 years before graduating and going off to Uni in Australia. He joined me on my previous travels in France, as it was only a short hop over from England, where he had been working since Uni. He also has a blog, which he has been able to access and has been updating frequently: http://yonistravels.blogspot.com/. Check it out. He is attempting to travel for a year as well, and has already been to Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Bhutan and now China, Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan. Bhutan, in particular, is on the road less travelled, given that all visitors are required to spend a minimum of about $300 a day (not too sure on the real number, but it is high) when in the country. Yoni was fortunate as his sister is good friends with the Princess of Bhutan, who went to high school with her in Bangkok (and also myself), and was granted a royal pardon to spend 50% of the foreign requirement, while staying in the Royal Compound. He nearly played a friendly game of basketball with the King of Bhutan, whose name is Jimmy, but other commitments prevented him from doing so.
*****
I'm travelling with my old high school friend Yonatan, who lived in Bangkok for 3 years before graduating and going off to Uni in Australia. He joined me on my previous travels in France, as it was only a short hop over from England, where he had been working since Uni. He also has a blog, which he has been able to access and has been updating frequently: http://yonistravels.blogspot.com/. Check it out. He is attempting to travel for a year as well, and has already been to Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Bhutan and now China, Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan. Bhutan, in particular, is on the road less travelled, given that all visitors are required to spend a minimum of about $300 a day (not too sure on the real number, but it is high) when in the country. Yoni was fortunate as his sister is good friends with the Princess of Bhutan, who went to high school with her in Bangkok (and also myself), and was granted a royal pardon to spend 50% of the foreign requirement, while staying in the Royal Compound. He nearly played a friendly game of basketball with the King of Bhutan, whose name is Jimmy, but other commitments prevented him from doing so.
Mr Turd Grande - Yonatan Holmes
Old men, Russian brothers, and Chairman Mao. I'll explain later.
Biking along the city wall of Xi'an.
Getting down with my Muslim homie Bill.
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