Not far from Naxos is Mykonos. (Meeee-kon-os)

Mykonos
Greek Islands
June 2010

Tonight in Sydney it's cold, dark, and winter. I'm thinking how much nicer it would be to be here on Naxos. I first went there in 2002. It was different but the same in 2010. Still one of my favourite islands. You must go there. Especially if it means you're escaping a Southern Hemisphere winter.

Naxos
Greek Islands
June 2010

The 'highway' west of Luxor takes you into the desert, but not a romantic mass of rolling dunes, and fine sandy slopes (not for a while anyway), but a flat, dusty haze of hot dirt. After a many hours and many police checkpoints you reach oases. Water gushes from underground into an otherwise barren landscape providing growth for plantations and date palms. Over centuries villages have established around these springs. One of these oases is called Bahariya. And one of these towns (and there are only a few) is called Bawiti.

Bawiti
Egypt
June 2010















































































































There is A LOT of rubbish in Bawiti that really, really needs to be seen to.

So shall we stay in Egypt for a while?
Perhaps it would be nice to see the Nile ...

The Nile
Egypt
June 2010














and some of the people who live along it

























































you can't tell from the pictures, because they look quite cool and calm, but it's hot. Super hot. The kind of hot that sits on your skin like fabric. Hot so still and heavy it becomes almost tactile. And all you can do is wait. Wait the for the afternoon to fade into evening when it cools enough for life to begin again.

Luxor
The men, their horses and a sunset
Egypt
June 2010

Siwa
Crafts for sale at Cleopatra's Pool
Egypt
June 2010












































Yes! Went swimming in that pool!

Milos
Greek Islands
June 2010

Varanasi
January 2006

The picture on Wikipedia of Varanasi, (Benares), is glowing in yellow sunlight, taken one bright day. Majestic. The photos I took in 2006 are not like this at all. The sun is a smudge of yellow masked in gray. The buildings decaying, crumbled and filthy. The mass expanse of polluted river merges with a concrete coloured sky to leave barely a line where the two meet. The air is thick with dust and stench. Regarded as a spiritual place, men and woman have lived and worshiped here on the banks of the Ganges for centuries. In 2006 between the guesthouse and the river, grubby children and their begging mothers squat amongst modern day rubbish, of plastic bags and bottles, in dirt shanties. Waiting, praying and hopefully surviving.

Mallorca
September 2009

Sydney
February 2010
Sydney in the summer. I like this photo so much I decided to use a variation of it for my banner and also for my website which is in the process of being redesigned.

Nepal
December 2005
A trek in the hills just outside Kathmandu. Little girls who live in a tiny village selling coke and soup for lunch. A path to a slightly bigger village. A freezing night, with a fierce breeze slipping through the cracks in the windows. But hospitality so warm and the sun so welcome in the morning.

Phnom Penh
April 2001

I've been working on a book today where the author travels through Cambodia. It got me thinking of my own time there. It was 2001. My first trip to South East Aisa. The plane from Bangkok was so old, it had bench seats. Phnom Penh. Crazy. A hotel that I am sure doubled as a brothel. There seemed to be a lot of very friendly girls in the hotel bar. Families of five on scooters. Heat so intense the sweat looked like I'd been caught in the rain. Decaying French elegance. A slow-moving mass of river. An ancient cyclo driver who didn't know the way of where I wanted to go. Ex-pats and NGOs. And then a ride up the river on the roof of a boat. Hours of sunshine, brown water, muddy banks, rickety homes on tall pools and flatness. To arrive at Siem Reap.

Botswana
July 2008

In July 2008 I was lucky enough to spend some time in Botswana, and a few days in the Okavango Delta - the worlds biggest inland delta. It used to be that only men could be 'polers' but today women take on the role also. They do it with style and grace. It was so peaceful gliding through the water, inches above the surface. The hour or so that it took to reach our camp was over too quickly.

Kinloch
January 2010

A run in the summer rain. On the mouth of the Dart River. On the edge of Lake Wakatipu. At the bottom of the South Island. Damp air. Polypropolene and down jackets. Hovering clouds. In the morning fresh snow dusted on the mountain tops.