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Images and videos published on ifany.org in rough chronological order according to the image metadata. Page 24 of 52

June 15th to September 29th, 2013


Singapore skyline and F1 race
We ended up in an old market building next to the train station in Colombo while waiting for the train to Kandy
Car on the tracks
A ferrari speeding by
Race cars going zig zag
In pursuit
10 seconds to go
30 seconds to go
Getting cars ready for start
The skyline and a makeshift floating football field
Singapore and race track
Durian buildings and city hall as seen from the flyer
The sunday F1 crew in the flyer
Emily looking at the sky
The sun is setting over the starting line
The racers are paraded on veteran cars before the race on Sunday
Singapore from the flyer with the F1 track below
Marina Bay Sands with a special neon decoration for the occasion
The view from the elevator
Porsches waiting for a minor race on Saturday
The view to the left at night
Aaaand .. the view to the right
The Singapore skyline and Chinatown
Looking north
Chinatown is down below
The sunset on the last evening
We got severely stuck in the mud
Enjoying the view
Arriving to a secluded beach early in the morning
Emily went to pick up something
On the beach at sunset
The view out over dead mangrove
Emily's reaction to a joke she has heard 10 times before
The boardwalk leading through the mangrove forest
Patterns in the sand made by sandworms
The last evening photo, hanging from the train door and looking at the rain shower hovering over Mandalay that I have just left.
Hanging out the open train door as far as I can, I take this photo and then get reprimanded by the train staff.
My passport is inspected thoroughly and my details are taken down.
The bikes on the road are waiting impatiently as I drive by in the train.
How to sell a ticket to a tourist.
A nice ticket-merchant pose.
In the corridor the paperwork is piling up.
No computers and all hand written books means every transaction takes a lot of time.
The new guys by the end of the row didn't have chairs.
Pink lunch bag in the foreground and busy faces lining the counter.
Rice fields seen from the railroad track.
The fields around Hsipaw in the early morning.
Once the rice was obtained, they would all sit down at a big table and somebody would cook up the rice with a few vegetables before it was consumed by the monks who had by then turned in to chatting boys.
Monks walking down the road toward the trainstation
A lady leaving the early morning vegetable market, heavily packed with vegetables.
The main street of Namsam, lined with beautiful wooden houses.
One of the temples of Namsam.
A village in the mountains very close to Namsam.
A temple and graveyard not so far from where we spent the night.
Tea leaves are transported to the mill.
Houses by the temple entrance in the morning.
The view from the tea-baron's house in the early morning.
The wife of the local tea-baron is putting tea leaves out to dry. In the background is the house where we slept for the night.
The room where we were sleeping that night was full of tea like everywhere else in the house of the local tea-baron.
Two ladies waiting for somebody.
Saddled cows are waiting by the temple in the morning.
Inside a big tea mill. The tea leaves are piled up in the foreground, while the finished product is piled up behind.
Three boys on a road in the evening.
The actual distillation took place in this device that led cold water over alcoholic fumes to condense them. I'm not sure exactly how it worked, but the guy gestured for me to stick my hand down to feel the bottles so I did, and uhm, there were indeed bubbles.
Different barrels with bubbling liquids smelling like sweet rotten plums in different stages of decomposition. It was raining, so we spent a while gesturing with the people working at the distillery to pass time.
Another village and another temple
In a distillery we passed along the way, a proud owner (who was unfortunately standing in the shade) was showing me that the plum-liqueur they were producing was indeed 60 proof.
The only motorized means of transportation between the villages were motorbikes.
Kids outside a school
For some reason many kids along the way were convinced that 'bye' meant 'hello', so usually we were greeted with bye's, whether arriving or leaving.
A tea mill with the miller and his daughter.
A shrine near a temple
Typical village street lined with beautiful wooden houses
A temple in a village along the way.
Villages in the Shan State.
Breakfast is underway.
The view in the morning from the house where we had slept the first night.
The house where we slept the first night.
Thinoe doing her morning chores.
Kids playing with tires were greeting Ruben and me when we arrived to the first village out of around 15 that we would pass through the next 3 days.
Early morning traffic.
We stayed for the night with a family in a village that we stopped by at nightfall. They didn't speak English, but understood our gestures of wanting to sleep, and cooked us dinner while the kids were curiously looking at us.
Monks walking to the city
Farmers driving to Hsipaw from a neighboring village.
Vendors along the street at 4:30 in the morning.
A lady selling vegetables in the darkness.
The vegetable market in Hsipaw starts at around 3:30 in the morning, so the vendors have candles and lights to show off their goods.
A kid fishing by a pond.
The mountains in the last light of the day.
I'm guessing these are rice terraces, although there wasn't much rice to be seen when I was walking there.
Water buffalos
Smoke over some fields
The road leading from the monastery to the temple.
A monastery with a group of kids playing football
Hsipaw in the morning, with young monks walking around asking for rice.
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