Category Archives: Photo Exploration

People in North India: A Photo Essay

One of the most fascinating aspects of travel is the people we come across.  Some we meet, talk to and hang out with.  Others we see while engaging in people watching,  while others might just pose for us for fun, while only engaging in a few polite words.

I’ve never come across a culture that likes the camera as much as in India.   Like in other warm climates, people tend to be much more extroverted than shy.  There are so many inhabitants. Personal space tends to be slim to non-existent in many locations.

Signs of India

Whenever I see a sign that I find appealing,  I snap a shot of it.  After looking at it on my machine, I either delete or tweak.  If the photo makes it to the tweaking process, it may or may not make it into a post.  Here are a few that I’ve deemed worthy enough for you to check out.

Devouring the Streets of Delhi

This man had the most popular stand I saw. He was churning out this crispy, yummy, fried form of bread.

For the first half of my stay in North India, I was very careful about what I ate.

I diligently made sure that food was cooked over a fire in front of me.  This ensured that any potentially harmful bacteria was destroyed before corrupting my bloodstream and intestines.

I carefully inspected stalls, trying to judge how long food had been sitting out.  I didn’t eat raw veggies or fruit that may have been hanging around.

I still haven’t eaten flesh food including fish or chicken.

I purposefully ate at stands and little restaurants that seemed to attract a lot of locals.

I was careful of juice made with bad ice; bad for a foreigner who hasn’t yet built up and may never build an immunity to bacteria on the subcontinent.

Signs of Panama City

While in Panama City for a bit over a week, I managed to drift around many streets,  pointing and clicking my way at sign after sign. I thought that I’d provide you with the ones I like best, while translating the the ones that need it as best as I can.

Taking In Panama City’s Rustic Zone

As long as you have a fan blowing on you, the best time to stay inside your wifi-equipped accommodation is in the blazing afternoon.

Signs of Nicaragua

I like to read signs, especially in new places. Signs can add character to a country, neighborhood, eatery or place.

While strolling around the different places I visit, and when traveling from dwelling to dwelling, I usually have my simple point-steady-click-focus-click camera handy, snapping pictures of graffiti, road signs, food stuff, advertising and whatever else pops out in front of me.

Nicaraguan Cuisine

Maduros (Sweet Fried Plantains) and Gallo Pinto (Rice and Beans) are ubiquitous to this land and almost impossible to not eat daily.  

I may exaggerate a tad but I’m not gonna lie, nor will I be Pollyannaish about it. Generally, Nicaraguan cuisine has less gastrointestinal goodness than Iberian,  Mexican, Peruvian, or Venezuelan  fare.  This shouldn’t be surprising as Nicaragua lies at a great economic disadvantage to almost all of its Latin counterparts.  This country actually ranks as one of the top three poorest lands in the entire western hemisphere.  This means that a huge chunk of the population lives hand to mouth and needs to focus on sustenance as opposed to fancy food.

Drifting around Granada: A Photo Essay

Like León, Granada provides a virtual utopia for photographers, even amateur ones like myself.  Here are the Granada photos that I liked the best:

Feel free to click on these large thumbnails to provide yourself with an enhanced visual introspection.

Working and Wandering

For a few days now, I feel that I’ve found some equilibrium.

The hostel I’m staying in, The Bearded Monkey, includes wireless Internet and provides great tables for working, along with plenty of outlets.

There are hammocks for reading and napping, which is especially nice in the afternoon when the sun’s natural sauna kicks into high gear.

Coffee Connoisseurs Take Heed

I thought that it would be easy to find a bus going north, to take me 12km to one of a bunch of coffee plantations that exist in the region. Someone recommended a particular one to me. It seemed that it would be easy to find the bus to get there, but it wasn’t.  After walking for a couple of kilometers, and ending up on a road with no sidewalks, I flagged a cab to take me to the bus stop that I had finally gotten so close to.