Aug
29

Snaps from Benjamin Constant in the Brazilian Amazon

We are walking around on the narrow wooden walkways (high water season), taking a left here, a right there (not much else to do in Benjamin Constant), hoping the planks will hold, getting further away from the main streets, when we finally reach a dead-end, and two little Brazilian boys. I ask them if I can take a picture, and before long we are suddenly invited to go on a boat trip. “Would we like to cruise around and check out the neighborhoods over there for example”, they ask, pointing towards some other small houses a bit further ahead along the river. They start untying the boat before we have the time to tell them that we don’t have time, as we have to take the last ferry back to Tabatinga before we head back into Leticia and Colombia. What a shame, could have been a nice little adventure. Anyways, here’s some snaps from our few hours in the little town of Benjamin Constant.
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Aug
10

The clowns of Lake Atitlan

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May
16

The clowns of the Tatacoa desert

Whenever I see pictures of really interesting or stunningly beautiful places, the first thought that usually pops up in my head isn’t that I want to visit the place to soak up the peace and quiet. To listen to the birds, take beautiful panoramas, go hiking, swimming, exploring, whatever the place calls for. No, it usually goes more in the lines of “that would be a fucking amazing place for a clown shoot” (this is especially true for eery, desolate, deserted places… and ruins). And this is exactly what played through my head the first time I saw some pictures of the Tatacoa desert. I had to go there and take some clown pictures.
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May
16

Snaps from the charming colonial town of Villa de Leyva

Panorama of the main church in Villa de Leyva

A bit north of Bogotá, in the state of Boyacá, lays the colonial, picture-perfect town of Villa de Leyva (even the clouds are picture-perfect). Just a short bus-ride from the capital, it is a popular weekend getaway for Bogotanians and other nearby living Colombians alike. People take a break from big city life and wind down in the cobblestoned streets – where time seems to have come to a halt (except for all the modern cars lining many of the streets) – during day,and drink aguardiente on the steps outside the church at the main square at night.
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Apr
20

Learning to kitesurf in Lago Calima

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I try to place my feet in the straps of the board without looking, keeping the eyes on the kite – working hard at keeping it steady at 12 o’clock, right above me –controlling with one hand while the other flips the board ever so slightly in the water to make it easier to guide the feet to they’re place. How many times I have struggled with this seemingly simple and mundane task! I have flipped the board, rotated it, lost track of the kite for a second while trying to keep the board in place for enough time to place my feet and then getting dragged slightly to one side and loosing my board in the process. How much time spent body dragging upwind to recuperate my board? Going too fast, passing it, not getting close enough having my board just out of reach, loosing control of the kite trying to turn the board around again, and having to do it all over again without even having tried to stand up. How much time?
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Apr
17

Easter processions of Popayán


We are standing in the crowd outside the church, almost at the front waiting for the procession to start, when a middle-aged man comes up to us. “Would you like to help us out a bit” he asks the two Danish guys I’m hanging out with. Not really sure what to expect the guys agrees, and push through the crowd and enter the church. I tag along, not really wanting to loose my newly found travel friends and also seeing the opportunity of getting closer to the action.

One of the religious floats
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Mar
26

Chingaza National Park in the fog

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A few hours outside Bogotá is the Páramo, or moorlands of Chingaza. A wet national park high in the mountains (the highest peaks reach just over 4000 meters) and home to some 40 lakes. The fresh drinkable tap-water the rolos (people from Bogotá) are so proud of comes from here. We went to the part close to the little village of Guesca, and the day was foggy, and windy, and cold, but I love fog and the atmosphere it creates (and we managed to see some great views in between here and there) so I was happy.

For people interested in going to Chingaza national park: there’s a limit on the number of people who can visit in a day, and you have to register and pay the entrance fee in advance.
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Feb
27

The lost city of Colombia

The river is floating lazily by, crystal clear water over small rounded rocks, huge boulders sprouting out along the riverbed, trees leaning in, wanting to soak up the water with their green vines. The sound of the river is a constant around me, calling me to jump in, and I do, with all my clothes, my dirty sweaty clothes – stained by a day of walking in the heat, uphill, uphill, uphill, the humidity draining out more sweat of my body than I thought possible, soaking every single piece I’m wearing. I cool down, I wash, I float in the cold refreshing water, dipping my head, my hair – brain freeze, almost – who would have thought that a climate this warm and sweltering could have such cold water? And later: clean, warm, dry clothes, that wonderful feeling. I hang my wet clothes to dry, even though I know they’ll still be soaking in the morning.
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