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Handcarry Only’s Okavango adventure on CNN Travel

I’m terribly pleased to announce that Handcarry Only is now a contributor to CNN Travel, arguably one of the web’s leading authorities on travel and leisure. But mostly, I’m just chuffed that Handcarry Only gets to be seen by even more people around the world.

A few months ago, as part of my African adventure, I ventured in the fabled Okavango Delta in Botswana in a creaky wooden dugout canoe, ploughing through the seemingly never ending sea of reeds and spotting some hippos (which are a lot more dangerous than their somewhat friendly appearances might betray!) along the way. It was definitely one off the bucket list for me and an unforgettable experience.

Read the rest of my Okavango writeup on CNN Travel.

makoro on the okavango delta, botswana, africa
The makoro, or traditional wooden dugout canoe glides silently across the water in the Okavango Delta

polers with makoros on the okavango delta, botswana africa

A poler pilots the makoro, with a cargo of tourists. The tourist dollar is an important source of revenue for the locals.

lily pad pond in the okavango delta, botswana, africa

feet on a canoe, makoro, okavango delta, botswana, africa

Apart from occasionally getting whipped in the face by the reeds, it was a most relaxing way to travel.

polers taking a break, okavango delta, botswana, africa

The polers of the Okavango Delta

Check out the other posts and photos from my time in Africa

I left my job as an advertising Creative Director in August 2012 to travel Africa and South America for a year with my wife, documenting these beautiful places with my Fuji X-Pro1. View the rest of my RTW adventures on Handcarry Only and follow me on my journey by subscribing/following/bookmarking.

Horses, furry hats and party folk at Claren’s Centenary Celebrations

We arrived at village of Clarens to blue skies and gorgeous weather, and coincidentally, also in time for the centenary celebrations of the town. The sleepy mountain retreat was abuzz with activity and it seemed like everybody and his horse had made their way to the town to celebrate, with feathery hats to boot. 

school's out!

School’s out and the party’s on!

Named after Clarens in Switzerland where President Paul Kruger-the face of the Boer resistance against British rule in the Second Boer War spent his last days in exile, the pretty mountain village is surrounded by the Rooiberge Range and the Maluti mountains, and is the gateway to the Golden Gate National Park.

scenic mountain village clarens
Storybook idyllic, the village of Clarens is surrounded by spectacular mountain ranges.

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Eating, Praying and Living in Bali (Part 3)
View Part 1 of my Bali series, ‘Pray’ and Part 2, ‘Eat’.
LIFE
It is impossible to speak about Bali in the last few years without a more than passing association with Eat, Pray, Love - the literary phenomenon of lost, self discovery and ultimately, love from American author Elizabeth Gilbert. A tale of Elizabeth’s search for balance and self after a crushing divorce set her on a spiral of depression, her search takes her to Italy, which constitutes the culinary portion of the book title, India, where, holed up in an ashram in meditation, she discovers her inner spirituality, and finally, Bali, where she found love.
The book has been such a hit that ‘Eat Pray Love pilgrims’ have been visiting Bali, people coming from all over the world, drawn by the vivid descriptions painted by Gilbert, seeking their own versions of discovery. Not unlike the ‘Sound of Music tourist’ in Salzburg, skipping about in Mirabell Gardens and the famous gazebo, these Eat Pray Lovers roam about, clutching well-thumbed copies of the book, trying to identify places where the book (and later, film starring Julia Roberts) describes and to experience what Elizabeth Gilbert experienced during her time in Bali (primarily Ubud). And the local tourism infrastructure has cashed in, with drivers eager to point out places where iconic scenes were filmed, and where Julia Roberts stayed whilst in Bali (Four Seasons), and that Ketut the medicine man ‘is not the man he was since success came to him’.

Old lady selling baskets and other rattan products at Ubud Market

Ubud Market

Eggs for sale

Lady preparing offerings

Hydrangeas

Fish for sale
The book and film paint a very romanticised picture of Bali, which to be honest, is not too far away from the truth. I worry about falling into the western trap of romanticising poverty and ‘a simpler way of life’ when evidently, those at the ‘unromantic’ end of the equation have understandable desires for a television or a new moped and the other little luxuries development brings. An incredibly laid-back, spiritual and idyllic place (assuming you avoid the mayhem that is Kuta), our week in Ubud, Bali allowed us a glimpse at life in the slow lane, and it is intoxicating.

A bucolic utopia

A rice farmer’s best friend, ducks not only eat the pests that plague their crop, they also fertilise the soil with their droppings.

Bucolic paddy fields and fruit trees growing wild, children catching fish with little nets by the stream, chickens scratching on the ground for worms in generations-old traditional family compounds, it certainly makes our addiction to smart phones and tight schedules seem a bit bewildering.
Eating in Italy, Praying in India and Loving in Bali? I think that Elizabeth Gilbert could possibly have saved herself some time (and money on airfares and attendant fuel surcharges) by finding all three in Bali.




Relaxing

Cocoa pods growing on the tree

Cocoa pod and nutmeg
View the rest of my Bali Series or check out the rest of my photography on Handcarry Only. High-res

Eating, Praying and Living in Bali (Part 3)

View Part 1 of my Bali series, ‘Pray’ and Part 2, ‘Eat’.

LIFE

It is impossible to speak about Bali in the last few years without a more than passing association with Eat, Pray, Love - the literary phenomenon of lost, self discovery and ultimately, love from American author Elizabeth Gilbert. A tale of Elizabeth’s search for balance and self after a crushing divorce set her on a spiral of depression, her search takes her to Italy, which constitutes the culinary portion of the book title, India, where, holed up in an ashram in meditation, she discovers her inner spirituality, and finally, Bali, where she found love.

The book has been such a hit that ‘Eat Pray Love pilgrims’ have been visiting Bali, people coming from all over the world, drawn by the vivid descriptions painted by Gilbert, seeking their own versions of discovery. Not unlike the ‘Sound of Music tourist’ in Salzburg, skipping about in Mirabell Gardens and the famous gazebo, these Eat Pray Lovers roam about, clutching well-thumbed copies of the book, trying to identify places where the book (and later, film starring Julia Roberts) describes and to experience what Elizabeth Gilbert experienced during her time in Bali (primarily Ubud). And the local tourism infrastructure has cashed in, with drivers eager to point out places where iconic scenes were filmed, and where Julia Roberts stayed whilst in Bali (Four Seasons), and that Ketut the medicine man ‘is not the man he was since success came to him’.

old woman selling baskets ubud market

Old lady selling baskets and other rattan products at Ubud Market

ubud market

Ubud Market

eggs for sale

Eggs for sale

lady making offerings

Lady preparing offerings

hydrangeas in ubud market

Hydrangeas

fish for sale

Fish for sale

The book and film paint a very romanticised picture of Bali, which to be honest, is not too far away from the truth. I worry about falling into the western trap of romanticising poverty and ‘a simpler way of life’ when evidently, those at the ‘unromantic’ end of the equation have understandable desires for a television or a new moped and the other little luxuries development brings. An incredibly laid-back, spiritual and idyllic place (assuming you avoid the mayhem that is Kuta), our week in Ubud, Bali allowed us a glimpse at life in the slow lane, and it is intoxicating.

rice paddies bali
A bucolic utopia
ducks rice paddy
A rice farmer’s best friend, ducks not only eat the pests that plague their crop, they also fertilise the soil with their droppings.

man on rice paddy

Bucolic paddy fields and fruit trees growing wild, children catching fish with little nets by the stream, chickens scratching on the ground for worms in generations-old traditional family compounds, it certainly makes our addiction to smart phones and tight schedules seem a bit bewildering.

Eating in Italy, Praying in India and Loving in Bali? I think that Elizabeth Gilbert could possibly have saved herself some time (and money on airfares and attendant fuel surcharges) by finding all three in Bali.

checking out the girl

old man with beanie portrait
battered car
feet on balcony
Relaxing

cocoa pods growing on tree

Cocoa pods growing on the tree

cocoa pod and nutmeg

Cocoa pod and nutmeg

View the rest of my Bali Series or check out the rest of my photography on Handcarry Only.

Eating, Praying and Living in Bali (Part 2)
View Part 1 of my Bali series, ‘Pray’
EAT
Now, I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a glutton (ok, maybe I am, just a little), but food definitely excites me. Especially if it involves copious amounts of meat, preferably cooked over some kind of fire. Which is why the sublime BBQ ribs at Naughty Nuri’s Warung in Ubud is a match made in heaven for me. An open BBQ pit in front of the warung acts as their kitchen as well as a marketing tool for people passing by. The glorious smells and sight of slabs of ribs slow cooking over an open flame proves too much for many of the passers-by, which probably explains the popularity of Naughty Nuri’s. Admittedly, the price of the food is somewhat ‘expat’ and it does attract a sizable tourist/expat crowd, but I spotted a number of more middle class locals there as well. Opened by Isnuri Suryatmi and her American husband, Brian Kenny Aldinger, Nuri’s has a local yet international vibe to the place. I learnt of the mean Martinis being served there only after we left Bali so unfortunately did not try them, but we went back a couple of times for the succulent ribs, which are served in large slabs, and eaten in the dimly lit warung. I could barely make out what I was eating but it sure tasted good.


At Nuri’s in Ubud
We also attended a cooking class conducted by Paon Bali, run by a husband and wife team of Puspa and Wayan, we were introduced to various produce on offer at Ubud market in the morning, before visiting a rice paddy to learn about rice cultivation (very hard work indeed) before adjourning to a traditional Balinese house to learn the basics of Balinese cooking (way fun). Lots of chopping, pounding, slicing, frying and tasting later, we were served the fruits of our labour. All in all, a highly recommended activity should you be in Ubud.
The rest of the trip was a blur of more fantastic food, temples, cycling, sunshine, and I could have sworn there were some monkeys in there somewhere too.



Cooking at Paon Bali Cooking School



Fresh ingredients


Frying Tempeh

Puspa pounding the paste to make the Basic Sauce



Wayan fanning the Satay on the hot coals



Babi Guling at the famous Ibu Oka’s

Laksa at Uma Ubud

The quintessential Nasi Campur (Mixed rice)

View the rest of my Bali Series or check out the rest of my photography on Handcarry Only. High-res

Eating, Praying and Living in Bali (Part 2)

View Part 1 of my Bali series, ‘Pray’

EAT

Now, I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a glutton (ok, maybe I am, just a little), but food definitely excites me. Especially if it involves copious amounts of meat, preferably cooked over some kind of fire. Which is why the sublime BBQ ribs at Naughty Nuri’s Warung in Ubud is a match made in heaven for me. An open BBQ pit in front of the warung acts as their kitchen as well as a marketing tool for people passing by. The glorious smells and sight of slabs of ribs slow cooking over an open flame proves too much for many of the passers-by, which probably explains the popularity of Naughty Nuri’s. Admittedly, the price of the food is somewhat ‘expat’ and it does attract a sizable tourist/expat crowd, but I spotted a number of more middle class locals there as well. Opened by Isnuri Suryatmi and her American husband, Brian Kenny Aldinger, Nuri’s has a local yet international vibe to the place. I learnt of the mean Martinis being served there only after we left Bali so unfortunately did not try them, but we went back a couple of times for the succulent ribs, which are served in large slabs, and eaten in the dimly lit warung. I could barely make out what I was eating but it sure tasted good.

Nuri's buka

sauces on offer

At Nuri’s in Ubud

We also attended a cooking class conducted by Paon Bali, run by a husband and wife team of Puspa and Wayan, we were introduced to various produce on offer at Ubud market in the morning, before visiting a rice paddy to learn about rice cultivation (very hard work indeed) before adjourning to a traditional Balinese house to learn the basics of Balinese cooking (way fun). Lots of chopping, pounding, slicing, frying and tasting later, we were served the fruits of our labour. All in all, a highly recommended activity should you be in Ubud.

The rest of the trip was a blur of more fantastic food, temples, cycling, sunshine, and I could have sworn there were some monkeys in there somewhere too.

Puspa serving food

ginger and carrots and chopper

tempeh

Cooking at Paon Bali Cooking School

bananas

fresh vegetables
onions and garlic
Fresh ingredients

cooking class

frying tempeh

Frying Tempeh

Puspa pounding paste

Puspa pounding the paste to make the Basic Sauce

paste for basic sauce

basic sauce

wayan fanning the satay

Wayan fanning the Satay on the hot coals

satay on the coals

otah on the fire
Babi Guling at Ibu Oka's
Babi Guling at the famous Ibu Oka’s
laksa
Laksa at Uma Ubud
nasi campur
The quintessential Nasi Campur (Mixed rice)
curry with rice
View the rest of my Bali Series or check out the rest of my photography on Handcarry Only.
Portraits on Arab Street with the X-Pro1
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The sky had been dark and grumbling for a while when I arrived at Arab Street, threatening to pour its watery load down at any moment. This is not very typical weather in March, it is supposed to be hot, and dry. The air crackled with the impending rain, but seemingly oblivious to the drama, most people were going about their evening. Office types arriving, their ties loosened and sleeves rolled up. Muslim ladies hurrying to the shelter of the mosque before the rain came. Trendy youngers comparing their fixed-gear bicycles. Tourists strolling through the heritage district, trying to soak it all in.

In an instant, the clouds thinned, and almost magically, the sky turned pink and purple and orange, washing everything below in this surreal light. No one seemed to notice the scene had been bathed in otherworldly colours, shifting again from hues of violet, magenta and peach, the shoppers kept shopping, the diners kept eating, the tourists kept walking, and the kids hanging around the street corners, kept smoking.
Just as suddenly as it came, the light faded away, first turning a deep purple hue, before, as if sighing, going completely to black. The rain had come.
The Camera
My 4th day of shooting with the X-Pro1 now, I am starting to get the sense of its nuances, and its inclination towards setting my shutter speed at 1/52s (for the 35mm lens), whilst perfectly handhold-able, is unnecessary as it could have just as easily bumped the ISO up a stop and given me that bit more leeway in avoiding camera shake. I made sure to keep the camera extra steady this time round and was rewarded by mostly sharp pictures.
Again, the retro looking camera and silent shutter put my subjects at ease.
This camera was built for the streets.









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Portraits on Arab Street with the X-Pro1

View the rest of my ongoing X-Pro1 experiences and photos or the rest of the photos on Handcarry Only

The sky had been dark and grumbling for a while when I arrived at Arab Street, threatening to pour its watery load down at any moment. This is not very typical weather in March, it is supposed to be hot, and dry. The air crackled with the impending rain, but seemingly oblivious to the drama, most people were going about their evening. Office types arriving, their ties loosened and sleeves rolled up. Muslim ladies hurrying to the shelter of the mosque before the rain came. Trendy youngers comparing their fixed-gear bicycles. Tourists strolling through the heritage district, trying to soak it all in.

undies and 69

In an instant, the clouds thinned, and almost magically, the sky turned pink and purple and orange, washing everything below in this surreal light. No one seemed to notice the scene had been bathed in otherworldly colours, shifting again from hues of violet, magenta and peach, the shoppers kept shopping, the diners kept eating, the tourists kept walking, and the kids hanging around the street corners, kept smoking.

Just as suddenly as it came, the light faded away, first turning a deep purple hue, before, as if sighing, going completely to black. The rain had come.

The Camera

My 4th day of shooting with the X-Pro1 now, I am starting to get the sense of its nuances, and its inclination towards setting my shutter speed at 1/52s (for the 35mm lens), whilst perfectly handhold-able, is unnecessary as it could have just as easily bumped the ISO up a stop and given me that bit more leeway in avoiding camera shake. I made sure to keep the camera extra steady this time round and was rewarded by mostly sharp pictures.

Again, the retro looking camera and silent shutter put my subjects at ease.

This camera was built for the streets.

cool dude with glasses

couple having dinner haji lane

Max on Haji lane

2 girls on haji lane

office types on haji lane

sultan masjid mosque

construction worker on arab street

Jamal Deli Moroccan

ladies hurrying to the mosque

I will be posting my ongoing photos and thoughts on the Fuji X-Pro1, please bookmark or subscribe to Handcarry Only to join me on my journey.

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Naadam, the manly games of Mongolia

Mongolia Naadam archer portrait
Mongolian archer in traditional dress, Naadam festival.

UPDATE: See my Naadam photos featured on CNN.com ‘Eye on Mongolia’ series.

We arrived in Ulaan Baatar a few days before the great Naadam festival. The biggest festival of the Mongolian calendar, think Super Bowl, Independance Day and Christmas all rolled into one. Its sort of a Mongolian Olympics, originating since the time of Chinggis Khan (Genghis Khan), where the best and strongest warriors pitted their skills and might against each other in the sport of archery, wrestling and horse riding. These days, its not quite such a matter of life and death but doing well in the games is a matter of great pride for the competitors.

Mongolia parade soldier silent prayer
A silent prayer before the parade, Sukhbaatar Square.

Throughout the country, there are numerous regional and village Naadams taking place around the same time but the grand daddy of them all is held in the National Stadium in Ulaan Baatar, where the stars of the various sports compete against each other, and the resulting spectacle, televised.

The ceremony starts with soldiers and horsemen, amid much regalia, delivering the nine white horse tail standards, representing the nine tribes of Mongolia, from Sukhbaatar Square to the National Stadium, where it is placed right in the centre of the proceedings. The president then gives a speech and declares the games open.

Mongolia Naadam parade soldiers

Mongolia Naadam solider decal

Mongolia soldier ceremonial dress portrait

The parade starting at Sukhbaatar Square.

Mongolia Naadam nine horse tail standards

The nine ceremonial white horse tail standards being collected by the guard of honour.

It is indeed quite a spectacle to behold, with hundreds of performers dressed as warriors performing traditional tribal dances, strangely enough, there seems to be some ‘corporate sponsorship’ as well, with various brands parading their mascots throughout the parade, I felt that took a little away from the authenticity of the festival, especially when you have a giant Chupa Chups walking along the track waving to the spectators.

Mongolia Naadam corporate mascot
Chupa Chups waving to the crowd.

From what I gather, wrestling seems to be the most popular sport, followed by horse riding then archery. Although its supposed to be the ‘Three Manly Games’, women are increasingly taking part in the events of horse riding and archery, but not wrestling.

Mongolia Naadam opening ceremony children performance
Children perform a piece at the opening ceremony of the Naadam.

It was a 4am start to the day to get to Khui Doloon Khudag, just outside of Ulaab Baatar to catch the preparations for the horse racing event. Horse riding is of course, the iconic symbol of Mongolia, from the earliest days of the legendary Mongol army led by Chinggis Khan, Mongolian skill in horse riding and hardy Mongolian horses has played a fundamental role in the victories of empire building. At first sight, Mongolian horses don’t seem all that impressive looking, being smaller in stature and size than normal western horses, but apparently, the smaller sized horses allowed calvarymen to mount and dismount their horses with greater ease in the heat of battle, and the horses themselves are famously spirited and tireless.

Mongolia Naadam Horse Race nomad arrival
Nomads arriving with their horses to compete in the horse racing event, Naadam festival, Khui Doloon Khudag.

Mongolia horse racing is differs from Western horse racing in that it is not a sprint event, but a long distance, cross country endurance race, often up to 30km in distance, with up to 1000 horses taking part. The jockies are also often very young, children from the age of 4 to about 13. The horses run their hearts out, quite literally, and sometimes, tragically, they collapse midway through the race and just die of heart attacks. I personally witnessed one such sad incident that morning.

Mongolia Naadam Horse Racing
Race for 5 year old horses, Naadam festival, Khui Doloon Khudag.