Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Safari Sauvage - Basleland


In the deepest, darkest jungles of Switzerland, lies the lost canton of Basleland. Here live a primitive Stone Age people, who speak a strange language called yodeling. It was rumoured that they worshipped the chicken dragon. Eventually, an expedition was mounted to find proof. First, it was necessary to traverse the relentless Suisse Desert, before fording rivers, hauled by great indigenous beasts. After several months, a lone survivor of this ill-fated safari stumbled out of the jungle clutching this film. The musical accompaniment is One Step Beyond by Madness.
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Saturday, October 27, 2007

New Zealand

New Zealand. A road trip around Aotearoa. My steed and I alighted the big silver bird in Auckland. After procuring a map, I forged up through Northland to the top. (while swerving around dead possums and hobbits in the road.) Then back down to the sulfuric airs of Rotorua, and onto LakeTaupo and Wellington. Crossing the strait via ferry, I rolled south along the coast before turning inland to Queenstown for a hike up a mountain and a leap off a bridge.Then back to the coast to Dunedin and Christchurch. And its true about biking NZ - All the hills go down and theres always a strong tailwind. The musical accompaniment is Allegretto by Bond, wrapped up with Vivaldis Concerto in G.
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Monday, April 02, 2007

Skipping Across Asia

I hurled down through the atmosphere, landing in the Indian state of Rajasthan. Just in time for the camel market in Pushkar. After not finding anything in the colour I liked (blue), I headed east for a peek at the Taj Mahal. From there a great bound to Varanesi for a refreshing splash in the polluted Ganges. Then over for a quick stop in Dhaka, Bangladesh to checkout the organically propelled taxis. A hop over to Burma. First in Rangoon, a climb up to the Schwedagon Pagoda. With the glare off the gold and marble, you really need some shades. Then by train, I rolled north to the ancient city of Pagan, with its scattered temples and pagodas. Next, Bangkok, Thailand for three very uninspiring temple photos. With a sharp turn south via motor coach, I briefly visited the bustling hamlet of Singapore. The final stop was on Bali amongst the palms and the beach beyond, for body-surfing time, before leaping up into the stratosphere. The musical accompaniment is Jet Lag by Zazie.TECHNICAL NOTE: More images were captured in my minds eye than with the camera. Unfortunately, I dont have a telepathy adapter for my scanner.
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Monday, February 26, 2007

A Trek in Nepal

The Himalaya - Roof of the world. After setting down in Kathmandu and alighting from the big silver bird, we bussed to the Annapurna circuit. Our journey went counter clock wise. From terraced slopes to the Thorang Pass up into thin air at over 5400 meters. Through both Hindu and Buddhists cultures. We hauled our own gear on our own backs. Unlike some lazy rich bastards who hired porters to lug their crap, while traipsing around carrying only cameras. The musical accompaniment is Instinctive Traveler by Dissidenten.
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Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Morocco (and Gibraltar)

From Gibraltar, crossing by ferry to the Kingdom of Morocco, and finally setting foot on the continent of Africa in Tangier. From there it was by motor coach south to Fes, Marrakesh to the coast at Essaouira. There, I plunged into the Atlantic and swam to South America. The musical accompaniment is Dirge by Death in Vegas.
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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Biking the Scottish Highlands

Out of Glasgow, hightailing it to the Highlands on a steed propelled by an organic two-stroke engine. Ascending along the shore of Loch Lomond, then traversing the treacherous Rannoch Moor to the magnificent descent into Glen Coe and eventually spit out into the Great Glen. There was a harrowing sprint beside Loch Ness outrunning the foul breath and razor teeth of the Loch Ness monster, to land safely in Inverness: cradle of civilization. An excursion to the field of Culloden was made before venturing towards Aberdeenshire and a tribal gathering. The musical accompaniment is A B Corsie (The Lad from Orkeny) - Ril Bheara - Richard Dwyer's Reels by Silly Wizard. *NOTE: Nessie declined to make an appearance, as he's awaiting a call from Scorcese.
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Thursday, November 02, 2006

Marine Corps Marathon 2006

The annual Marine Corps Marathon on a breezy Sunday of 29 oktober 2006, starting and finishing in Arlington, Virginia. Around 24,00 participants from all over, padded the roads - serious runners, casual runners, one day of the year off the couch runners and even once in a life time runners. A peoples' masochistic run. The musical accompaniment is On Savait (Devenir Grand) by La Grande Sophie, wrapped up with a portion of Tiger Rag by Benny Goodman.
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Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Big Banners

Another fascist regime overreaches towards its own self-destruction. History repeats itself. And today's "good Germans" sit slack-jawed in front of their cartoons, while circling the drain.
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Monday, September 25, 2006

Safari Sauvage - Ronda

Andalucia, Spain. The town of Ronda sits atop a plateau skirted by towering cliffs. Bisected by the El Taji gorge, they finally built a bridge so little old ladies wouldn't have to leap across on their way to market. It's also the site of Spain's first bull ring, if you like to fight the bulls. During the civil war, they didn't take too kindly to the fascists. And judging from the portrait outside the bus station, the townsfolk are still good guys. WARNING: Some footage in this film was taken during the course of cordless bungy jumping. Do not try this at home. We are trained professionals...well, those of us who survived.
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Monday, September 04, 2006

Backpackers From Another Galaxy

Kibbutz Hefzibah 1982 - 85.They travelled thousands of light years across the Universe... to hang out on the grass. Also, indulged in some Purim debauchery.Then there were excursions to Juicy Lemon, Jericho, and a tramp up Wadi Qelt for a gander at St. Georgeâs Monastary. Eventually, coin was need for inter-galactic petrol. Hence a migration to toil on Moshav Neot Hakikar, south of the Dead Sea in the Negev. What a delightful place with withering heat, poisonous snakes, poisonous insects, deadly arachnids, scattered land mines, brawling drunks, so many tomatoes that they invaded your dreams, melons and their labourous moon tunnels, a company store with a crooked shop keeper, stray camels, and the odd sandstorm. The musical accompaniment is Diavolo Rosso by Paolo Conte.

There's a Hefzibah Facebook group: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=4744638014&v=info 
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