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Images and videos published on ifany.org in rough chronological order according to the image metadata. Page 19 of 52

August 5th, 2012


Another day, this time visiting a school for kids in the slum.
After visiting the school we went to a farm. This is their well.
A street in the village where we went to see the school
Currency, sir?
We all stood up for the national anthem
The girls where putting up their hair so neatly. In the background dancers where dancing in front of most of my classmates.
One kid takes a look at me during Hans Peters speech
Pupils listening much more attentive than me to a speech welcoming us swiss students to India and this school
The girls' side of the courtyard
The boys' side of the courtyard
Rain falling on the ocean.
Rain was coming
A dead tree in the waterfront.
The view from my hostel in Port Blair
Native and uncontacted people of the jungle watching as the caravan drives by.
People waiting at the quay
Heading out to the other side.
The small bus barely didn't fit on the ferry.
Crossing the river
Sailing from Long Island to Rangat on a small boat meandering through the mangrove forrests.
The rice fields in the early evening.
A small dry river leading out to the mangrove forest.
The empty fig tree standing on the left with a diagonal tree leaning out next to it.
A climbing fig had managed to kill it's host, leaving the fig branches standing as a circular scaffold.
A sudden rock face created a tableau in the middle of nowhere.
Detail from a branch of a banana leaf
A small jungle lake filled with nasty biting insects
A path I was walking while exploring the jungle
A cow is navigating the narrow and muddy paths separating the rice fields.
Rice fields and monsoon clouds from the interior part of the island.
A charming kid insisting on a photo.
Most of the village was gathered behind me and to the right watching the raising of the flag.
Everybody getting ready for the independence day ceremony.
Two schoolkids posing on their way to school
After not being eaten by a crocodile I return back through the jungle.
A crab guarding the mud from intruders and foreigners.
The hut of a a couple of fishermen isolated by 2 hours of jungle from the rest of the island.
Sandworms would create spiraling shapes on the untouched sand of a broad beach by the tip of the island.
After walking for an hour along the beach I met a few cows having a good time.
A pesky butterfly finally sitting still long enough for me to get a snapshot.
A wonderful and completely empty beach awaited me after I had crossed a narrow stretch of jungle sliding down through mud and getting 3 leeches in the process.
A snake hurrying away when I came walking in my flip flops. Fortunately I had my camera ready to take a snapshot.
The view out over the deforested interior of the island. Dense jungle was surrounding the fields on all sides.
Close to my guesthouse, the villagers are gathered to build a new dam in order to create rice fields.
A few kids and their mother standing in my way while I'm exploring.
jungle and tropical suburb.
The outskirts of the village on long island.
A couple of piglets in the village on Long island
A puppy at the peer.
The only road on the island.
These amphibious fish would sit on the beach near the mangrove trees and then jump away on top of the water when I would appear.
Another friend, making his way across the desert.
A small friend on the beach. There would be thousands of these zigzagging in front of my toes.
Local village life by the jetty.
Keep cool. Just do it.
The beach by the village is littered with garbage and beer bottles.
Close up of a fishing boat.
Mangrove and dead corals.
Leaves from the mangrove trees floating in the water .
Beach boxed in by mangrove forest and sprayed with falling leaves.
A fishing boat moored in the mangrove
The beach in front of the resort in which I stayed in during early evening.
A waterproof leaf.
Rain falling on plants at the theosophical society in Chennai.
Can we please put an end to the stupid theories that the Indian and the Nazi swastika are turning different ways? They aren't in about half of the cases.
More boats on the beach in Chennai in the early evening.
Boats on the beach. I had to meticulously pick an angle where I didn't have somebody pooing in the picture.
Three monkeys hanging out on a fence.
The view towards the main temple from the river bend.
An Indian family exploring the ruins
Under a magical tree a small girl was standing waiting for her mother. If you have wishes you hang something on the tree and the tree will give it to you.
Everywhere you walk in nature there are signs of an old civilization. The dots you can see on the rocks to the right are small holes made to break them apart.
Temple dogs keeping the temple of Anegundi safe.
The village kids are swimming in the river
A photography colleague snapping a picture of me
Dried leaves hanging on the door from before
An old door, also from Anegundi
The monsoon sky hanging low over the temples of Anegundi
Cows outside Anegundi.
The whole door from the picture before.
Detail from an old door.
Women attending rice fields.
A farmer cutting up some straw who greeted us as we walked by.
A bridge made by the remnants of an older and much better bridge.
We are about to board a circular boat, paying 400 rupees for passage 1km up the river. When you are rescuing people you can pretty much demand whatever price you want.
Another shot of the pilgrimage beach. We were hiking along the other side of the river but couldn't move any further at this point. Fortunately one of the circular boat men saw us and came to the rescue.
Peasants attending their rice fields on the other side of the river with the temple in the background.
The improvised ferry is crossing the river in the sunset.
This is as far as the bridge goes.
To make up for the bridge, a ferry had been improvised. We ended up taking it the day after.
The view over the river and a truck waiting for someone to come and put the wheels back on.
After the bridge fell down a few trucks were sent over to fix it, but for reasons unknown the trucks and the bridge were left to decay instead.
Nandhini inspecting her country
A small road that used to lead towards Anegundi before the bridge fell down.
The traffic on the road towards hospet.
A patient Nandhini waits for me to finish taking my photos.
Nandhini and the bike under the monsoon sky.
Waterworn rocks close to the waterfalls
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