Friday, April 13, 2007

goa, jan 2007.


all there


reminded me of 'the beach'


as the sun goes lower
and the beer goes higher


black is beautiful


good morning


is it the water
or is it the beer?


two islands through two umbrellas
and six beers


prettiest beach, palolim.


my precious!


tripsy at 9 bar

ram navmi


the fishermen's colony on the festival day.

sun n stair


staircase in a client's office.
and that's not the sun, it's a street lamp.

goa march 2007


located in baga,
set in a dream.


god is in the kitchen


a strung guitar in the corner
serenading a bach music sheet


road to aguada




aguada breakers


my soulmates


last lazy afternoon at baga

Thursday, April 12, 2007

as promised, victoria harbour.



















when pictures refuse to upload

victoria harbour, hong kong. we had to go up a long winding hill to see the harbour view. we reached the top at around 6 pm. had to ask around a bit to get to the viewing gallery. as soon as we stepped out, an ice cold blast of wind hit us. it was chilly, foggy and my teeth were threatening to pop out. walked to the railing shivering uncontrollably. the view was bloody breathtaking. the whole harbour lay sprawling under us, dotted with ships and cruisers, fogged over in some places, sparkling crystal clear in some. surrounded by mountains jutting and ducking their heads out of the white fogmass. the sun would appear all of a sudden for a second or two, its golden halo looking almost liquid in the sky. for one hk dollar, one can look at the view through a telescope. i looked into it and read the name of one huge ship but i can't remember it anymore.
we were shivering like whatever it is that shivers like we did, but wanted to have a hot coffee sitting across this view. spotted a mcdonald's one floor below. had shockingly strong coffee and even more shockingly delicious chicken salad in the sit-out area.
the paper napkins flew away with the wind. the memory stayed.
i clicked a dozen pics of the harbour but they're in no mood to get uploaded today. i'll ask them again tomorrow. till then, my words will have to do.

streets of hong kong


is that how they spell porn?


ice box. all stone. all sexy.


welcome drink, jasmine tea.


prettiest looking welcome drink.
not the prettiest tasting though.


mirrored loo


oooh!


the wall opposite the main door of a restaurant
called heaven on earth


the corridor leading to the basement stairs
and onto the dining area


each jar beautiful


stairs corner


cash counter






posters on the metro platform


optician's window


cabograph


beggar in HK.
he lies stoned, face down, begging bowl at arm's reach.
i want his job.


fitting start to the ladies' market


read


hello kitty


a steady hand


a flock of lights in the sky


accidentally psychedellic