I love this kind of contrast. Within Southeast Asia, it is at its starkest in Vietnam. I have been to Laos with its own nominally communist government. The hammer and the sickle would adorn lamp posts and facades in Vientianne and Luang Prabang, reminding tourists and locals alike the insecurity of those in power. But […]
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Several hundred people gathered at Dataran Merdeka on Monday night demanding the release of Maria Chin. On Tuesday, the number grew to possibly more than a thousand. It is a good turnout I think. I hope the crowd size will double tomorrow.
This edition of Bersih, felt less carnival-like unlike last year. Nevertheless, Bangsar still had the fun crowd, with all the banners and masks and flags and songs. I love the fight songs. But well, the protest is not about having fun. It is about exercising political rights. And it is never really courageous to take […]
Just yum. I had a bunch of mangosteens in Sri Lanka. It was just yum. I did not know they grew mangosteen and durian in Sri Lanka. I have always thought these fruits were purely a Southeast Asian thing.
Trains! Trains! Trains! I love trains. Before a long trip, I will make sure to buy some snacks to munch on. And I did in Sri Lanka. This was about a month ago at Colombo Fort Station.
I tried to do some night photography in one of Galle’s narrow streets. I’ve got a walking something instead.
When was the last time you had a shoeshine? Not my best photograph, but I like it. This was within the Colombo Fort.
Colombo is a hard city to love. Dusty, dirty, chaotic, ill-maintained. I got cheated for USD55 on the first day there and that soured my mood badly. And oh, the honking! But the city facing the full might of the Indian Ocean is colorful and lively. There is a chaotic order imposed from the ground-up. There […]
I have just returned from my Sri Lanka backpacking trip. I needed that vacation but now that it is done, I am suffering from a mild holiday blues. It is a kind of depression that makes you go back to your photo collection and relive the journey. I took a train down to Galle from Colombo […]
This was back in 2011 in Paris. I was there at the height of the Arab Spring and also interestingly, during the emergence of French far-right parties in mainstream politics. I do not have much or anything new to say. It is late here in Kuala Lumpur, six or seven hours ahead of Paris. Yet, […]