Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Friday, June 17, 2011

Day 222: Galway and the Aran Islands (Inisheer)

In the wake of a week in Dublin the bustle of the city had me craving the country. Heading West to explore 'true' Ireland, I had no idea that I was in for one of the most memorable weeks of my 8 months of traveling Europe.

Traditional Irish breakfast.

Against my desire, I heeded Rory's advice to take the bus instead of hitch hike to Galway. When I arrived I didn't have any accomodation prepared as all of my couch requests seemed to fall on deaf ears. One surfer said he couldn't host me as he moved out of his apartment, but he was staying in a hostel and we should meet up. I would have loved to meet with him but I couldn't bear to stay in a hostel named Snoozles. Rocking up at the creatively named Galway Hostel, while checking in I had a strange experience.

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The dude behind the desk asked me for my passport and when he read my name he said "That's funny, my girlfriend said we have a CouchSurfer named Ross staying with us tomorrow night. He's also from America." Though striking at the time, when I checked my requests, sure enough, Maria said that her boyfriend worked in the hostel. Unfortunately Maria and I would not get to meet because of two frogs.

There she was, cute as can be– and she was talking– to me. Angeline was her name, and she was not alone. Despite our fascinating conversation, it wasn't long before her boyfriend made himself known. Contrary to my initial dissapointment, we all quickly became friends. Tomorrow they were planning to go to a group of three small islands off the coast of Galway. As both parties had tents, I suggested that we join forces and camp together. Not only did they accept but after exploring Galway with them I knew that we were going to have a lot of fun.

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The next morning I was awake before I had fallen asleep. The bus that would bring us to the boat left at 9:30 from Galway but I had personal matters to attend to... aka, bright and early blogging! Following a classic hostel breakfast of butter, jam, toast, washed down with some pathetic representation of orange juice, we soon found ourselves on a boat.

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Friday, May 6, 2011

Day 182: Surviving Morocco (Essaouira)

Essaouira is a small Moroccan port town with a disproportionate energy to its size. As with many touristic places in Morocco, the main street is a cornucopia of life. From the touristy stores to the old man selling snails, there is much to be discovered here, but Essaouira has a true jewel. Throughout my trip I've discovered a love for water. Whether built along the coast or has a river running through it, water refreshes a city. If you follow Essaouira's main street until you meet the ocean, you will discover the best Essaouira has to offer, its port.

Welcome to Essaouira.

Get ready for a full sensory experience. As you enter the port through the stone archway your senses vie for your attention. Your eyes see a hundreds of boats covering every size. From the jungle gym created by large trolling vessels to fleets of Essaouira's trademark bright blue dingeys. You hear people shouting at one another in Arabic, deals being made, arguments being settled. The high pitched whine of a grinder as a ship builder continues his work. You smell not only the fish, but the salt from the ocean mingling with the occasional waft of cigarette smoke. You feel your camera in your hands and prepare for a pathetic attempt at capturing the experience.

See kids, typography can be fun.
Love this photo.
Complete insanity.
Fun to take photos of but I wouldn't want to work on one.
So many textures, colors, and shapes.
The port can be exhausting, especially for Barcelona fans.
This photo is so Bauhaus.
I'd like to sell my photo to stock photo websites.
Under construction...
...Under deconstruction.
I call it... Two Seagulls
This was the smallest kitten I've ever seen.
So many bright blue boats.
Moroccans sleep anywhere they can.
Gives a great overall sense of the port.

Although the port is small, I stayed there for a number of hours, absorbing. Everywhere I looked I saw something new and fascinating. For only 10 durham you can gain entrance into a tower and guard wall that overlook the port and provide an excellent view of Essaouira. Exploring the port was my favorite part of Essaouira but I also went for a walk along the beach.


This tower was built to defend the port.
Postcard.

The seagulls really liked this rock.
Lazily soaring on the wind.
At your feet, Private! Prime the cannons!

Essaouira's beach nice, with shallow water. Kite surfing is popular there because of the high winds and the beach looked ideal for learning. I wasn't going to rent equipment but I was curious to compare Morocco's kite surfing equipment prices with Tarifa's. In Tarifa I paid €60 for three hours of equipment rental. In Essaouira I found a guy who rents equipment for 250 durham (€25) the entire day. Considering the ferry and overnight train are about €70 for both, in order to save any money you would have to stay in Essaouira for about a week. Good to know.

Way cheaper but Tarifa is more beautiful.

Later at night I bumped into a young dude who wanted to show me around the day before. He recognized me and we started chatting. I had come out from the hotel to get a small snack but he talked me into getting dinner. After spending the day at the port I wanted to sample its fishy fruits. We went to a nearby market and I selected the fish that I wanted, along with some shrimp (€3) then we took it to a public oven where they cook the fish (€1.30) and I also had a salad and bread. Eating the fish was an experience because they simply cut it in half so I tried to navigate through the bones and scales. Fortunately the meat was delicious and I enjoyed the company of my new friend. It definitely felt like an authentic Moroccan fish-eating experience.

Essaouira's main street.
Choosing my dinner at the fish market.
They cut it in half.
Grilled to perfection.
Yum!

From weaving through its tiny streets to experiencing the entropy of the port, I had a wonderful time exploring Essaouira. I spent one full day there with two nights in a cheap hotel. If you're prepared for a long day it would be possible to see the city and return to Marrakech, but I was happy I stayed overnight. I had a CouchSurfing host but I couldn't contact him on the phone and he didn't answer any of my messages. Despite that, I had an excellent time enjoying this small port city. From the sights to smells, tastes to textures, Essaouira is definitely worth a visit.

Salam!

Monday, February 28, 2011

Day 111: Tentin' in Toledo

Ross Roamed into Toledo right before sunset. Leaving Madrid was bitter sweet. I was excited to see a new place but I will miss the friends that I made there. Exiting Toledo's bus station, I was eager to explore a new city.

I was immediately greeted by a steep hill that I wheezed up, carrying my pack on my back. If 18 kilos is the weight of freedom – so be it. Once I reached the top, I came upon Toledo's main square, lined with all sorts of shops selling swords, fancy cakes, and marzipan (which I regret not trying). I decided to make the best use of the remaining light and set off wandering Toledo's small streets.

Toledo's beautiful cathedral.
I've never seen cakes like this. They must be unique to Toledo.

Toledo is a spectacular gem of a town. It is built upon a hill so walking around is a pleasure because between the buildings you can catch glimpses overlooking the rest of the town. I could feel the history of the buildings noticing signs of Toledo's hundreds of years of inhabitation. I am fascinated how towns that were built so long ago can still meet our modern needs.

I think I'll get this photo framed.

Due to its small size, Toledo is easy to explore in a day or two, but everywhere I went was rich with history and life. When it got dark I returned to the main square to hunker down at McDonalds and contact my host. As I logged onto CS I was surprised to see that after his acceptance message he had not provided me with any address. Borp. Long story short, he did not respond. I set off in search of a place to sleep.

There were a metric ton of stray cats all over Toledo.

The bridge connecting Toledo's two hills.
A tower to protect the city.

I walked down the hill and crossed the river, hoping there would be grass on the other side. I hiked up the other hill to find a military base. The Spanish military were none too happy when I tried wandering into their parking lot. I followed the road for a kilometer or two. Exploring Toledo with my pack had sapped all my energy and I was ready to crash. Luckily I found a park with a bunch of trees where I rolled out my sleeping bag and closed my eyes.

Waking up in Toledo.
Friendly signs, compliments of the military!

The next morning I was happy to wake up without having been attacked by bears or bums. Sleeping outside is nice. I packed my stuff, explored the park a bit, and headed back into town. After a nice breakfast of chocolate con churros I began wandering again. While exploring the day before I saw that there was another hill next to Toledo that offered killer views of the city. I headed through the old Jewish quarter, across the river, and to the hills. Thankfully all my walking was well worth it because it was a beautiful day and Toledo is rather photogenic.

Toledo's castle is its highest point.
Hungover steps.
Narrow streets, rich with history.
Roman ruins along the river.
Romeo and Juliet moved to Toledo.
A cool looking inside of a building.
These men are either scientists, doctors, or butchers.
Lush growth along the river's banks.
I love rivers.
The cherry trees were just finishing blooming.
Ross hanging out with Toledo.
Close up of the skyline.
The bridge that I crossed the night before.
Lola would have loved these lizards.
Leaving my mark!

Before I left (or tried to leave) Toledo, I meditated under a tree overlooking the city. Determined to hitch hike to Córdoba, I walked to a spot that I found on Google Maps that I thought would be good. I found an ideal spot, right before the highway with plenty of room for cars to pull over and started dancing. I danced and I danced for two hours; waving my sign and looking like a lunatic. Despite many smiles and much laughter no one was stopping. Frack! I wandered to the other highway entrance but there was no where to catch a ride. My first spot was my only option. I returned, with only an hour of daylight left. I made another sign and resumed my shtick. By some luck I caught a ride within thirty minutes. They took me to the main highway that headed South to Córdoba.

My road-side home for the next two days...

Hitch hiking from Toledo to Córdoba would be ridiculous. Little did I know what the next few days had in store for me. I thought that hitch hiking to Barcelona from Tolouse was difficult – I had no clue...

Adios!



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