I love my iPad 2. I use it far more than I ever thought I would. What I love most about it is that I can have news and blog feeds, web browser, tools and utilities altogether in one place, and it's easier to look at than my iPhone.
Zite is one of the apps I use everyday (and it's free!). It aggregates blog feeds and news posts about subjects of my choice - I have feeds set up for photography (of course), gadgets, social media, marketing and a few others.
Not only does it feed in posts from the blogs I've chosen to follow through Google Reader (it hooks in to a number of popular RSS feed readers), but it then discovers more blogs with similar or relevant content. I've come across some very helpful and interesting articles as a result of Zite's discovery tools.
I love how it lays out the articles magazine-style. It includes images and headlines, and then you can click into each article to read the full post.
Within each article you can share to a bunch of social media sites, email the link to friends, or use the Read it Later to bookmark those posts you like best, and want to be able to refer to later.
I find this "personalised magazine" style of presenting content lets me scan through large numbers of stories (as you would flick through a newspaper) and read more about the ones that most interest me! It's perfect for reading when I'm on the bus, or anywhere where I find myself with a few spare minutes.
If you have an iPad, check it out!
Back to the books again!
I'm a course junkie - always have been. I've done numerous photography workshops over the last couple of years, which have fueled my photography obsession, but in recent months, I've been left wanting more - a more structured way of learning, and stringing together all of the theory and practice I'm already doing.
I began investigating long Cert IV/Diploma courses some time ago, but the number of "part time" photography courses in Brisbane is severely limited - talk about a market opportunity! I'd always shyed away from online courses because I like the discipline and interactivity of lectures, but it seemed to be the only option available.
In doing my own research and talking to colleagues amd photography buddies, I came across The Photography Institute, which offers a 24-week, 12 module course. It looked pretty extensive, and what I liked most about it was the promise of personal feedback from tutors.
So, knowing that a couple of my mates are doing the course, Michael and I signed up last week.
The course notes are extensive, and the assignments definitely make you think. Module 1's assignment listed a series of scenarios and kit bag full of theoretical equipment, from which you had to say which gear you'd take and why. All the lenses available to choose from were prime lenses....argh! Hard going for someone who mainly uses zoom lenses....
Anyway, submitted my first assignment and got some helpful feedback from my tutor, and 9/10, so I'm on my way. Bring on Module 2! I'm really looking forward to the practical components, setting up some shoots and getting some feedback on the photos - it's the only way to improve! It's also far more interesting when you're studying a subject you love - it doesn't seem like a chore, well, yet - anyway!
In the meantime, here's a couple I took at this morning's photo walk around Roma Street Parklands.
I began investigating long Cert IV/Diploma courses some time ago, but the number of "part time" photography courses in Brisbane is severely limited - talk about a market opportunity! I'd always shyed away from online courses because I like the discipline and interactivity of lectures, but it seemed to be the only option available.
In doing my own research and talking to colleagues amd photography buddies, I came across The Photography Institute, which offers a 24-week, 12 module course. It looked pretty extensive, and what I liked most about it was the promise of personal feedback from tutors.
So, knowing that a couple of my mates are doing the course, Michael and I signed up last week.
The course notes are extensive, and the assignments definitely make you think. Module 1's assignment listed a series of scenarios and kit bag full of theoretical equipment, from which you had to say which gear you'd take and why. All the lenses available to choose from were prime lenses....argh! Hard going for someone who mainly uses zoom lenses....
Anyway, submitted my first assignment and got some helpful feedback from my tutor, and 9/10, so I'm on my way. Bring on Module 2! I'm really looking forward to the practical components, setting up some shoots and getting some feedback on the photos - it's the only way to improve! It's also far more interesting when you're studying a subject you love - it doesn't seem like a chore, well, yet - anyway!
In the meantime, here's a couple I took at this morning's photo walk around Roma Street Parklands.
The 7th Annual Brighton Jetty Classic
Rain pounded against the window as we awoke early to head down to Adelaide's Brighton Beach last weekend.
It was the day of the 7th Annual Brighton Jetty Classic - a surf racing day initiated by the Brighton Surf Club to raise funds for the club.
Michael had supported the race since its inception, working as a volunteer photographer at each of previous six races. He'd been out on the surf boats and up in helicopters to cover the event, and knew pretty much what was going to happen throughout the day. I had no idea, but was keen to tag along...
The weather was decidedly feral and worsening as we drove down to the beach, which had been cordoned off in preparation for the huge crowds who usually participate in the event or who simply come to watch.
Brighton Beach was being blown about - waves breaking hard into the shore, and the cold wind whipping the sand everywhere. The 400m swim race had already been cancelled due to the dangerous conditions and the organisers announced they were re-convening at 9am to determine the fate of the 1,500m swim and boat races.
As well as the races, the club ran a sculpture exhibition, so we set about photographing the artwork. My favourite piece was a huge set of speedos (aka Budgie Smugglers) called "Hanging out to dry". Loved the irony of these mega cossies being whipped about by the wind and rain.
The big swim was eventually cancelled due to the dangerous conditions, which was a shame given how much effort had been put into the event - but it didn't stop people from having a great day. Appearances by Home & Away stars gave the teeny boppers something to scream about, and the oldies kicked on at the bar.
It was interesting to talk to the surf lifesavers about their duties in keeping our beaches safe - there was a very strong sense of family and community amongst the club members, which was great to see.
In an awards ceremony later in the day, the club acknowledged 7-year sponsors of the Brighton Jetty Classic, including Channel 7, Coopers and Michael! We felt it was only fitting to photograph him in front of the iconic Brighton Jetty.
Hoping for the opportunity to do it all again next year in more favourable conditions!
It was the day of the 7th Annual Brighton Jetty Classic - a surf racing day initiated by the Brighton Surf Club to raise funds for the club.
Michael had supported the race since its inception, working as a volunteer photographer at each of previous six races. He'd been out on the surf boats and up in helicopters to cover the event, and knew pretty much what was going to happen throughout the day. I had no idea, but was keen to tag along...
The weather was decidedly feral and worsening as we drove down to the beach, which had been cordoned off in preparation for the huge crowds who usually participate in the event or who simply come to watch.
Brighton Beach was being blown about - waves breaking hard into the shore, and the cold wind whipping the sand everywhere. The 400m swim race had already been cancelled due to the dangerous conditions and the organisers announced they were re-convening at 9am to determine the fate of the 1,500m swim and boat races.
As well as the races, the club ran a sculpture exhibition, so we set about photographing the artwork. My favourite piece was a huge set of speedos (aka Budgie Smugglers) called "Hanging out to dry". Loved the irony of these mega cossies being whipped about by the wind and rain.
The big swim was eventually cancelled due to the dangerous conditions, which was a shame given how much effort had been put into the event - but it didn't stop people from having a great day. Appearances by Home & Away stars gave the teeny boppers something to scream about, and the oldies kicked on at the bar.
It was interesting to talk to the surf lifesavers about their duties in keeping our beaches safe - there was a very strong sense of family and community amongst the club members, which was great to see.
In an awards ceremony later in the day, the club acknowledged 7-year sponsors of the Brighton Jetty Classic, including Channel 7, Coopers and Michael! We felt it was only fitting to photograph him in front of the iconic Brighton Jetty.
Hoping for the opportunity to do it all again next year in more favourable conditions!
Rocks in the mist - an evening on Halong Bay
Halong Bay is one of *the* places to visit in Vietnam. A World Heritage Listed area, the bay is known for its hundreds of islands, caves and limestone outcrops.
The four hour drive from Hanoi was slow and bumpy in the rain and traffic, and we made the obligatory stop at a huge handicrafts complex on the way.
The port from which all of the cruises leave, was jammed with tourists and junks jockeying for position. The junks are lovely old boats, usually with 8-10 cabins on a lower deck, a covered middle deck for eating, and an open top deck for sightseeing and partying.
The huge rocks were shrouded in mist, which gave the bay a pretty eerie, mysterious feel. Fishermen pulled in their nets, while tourists kayaked by.
Lunch on the boat was delicious, particularly the grilled king prawns. I've been really impressed with the seafood here in Vietnam.


We motored on to one of the largest, and most recently discovered caves, and were able to wander through it. It reminded me of Jenolean Caves in Katoomba. The stalactites and stalagmites were enormous!


From there, some of the group kayaked through the surrounding caves. I stayed on the boat and watched river life go by. Some of the families in the floating villages had apparently never set foot on dry land. They bought food from floating vendors and fished. Such a simple life in a beautiful place.


We continued to motor on through the enormous rocks, and found a place to moor for the evening. Other than the hum of other junks around us, it was quiet, dark and incredibly peaceful.


Our captain became our bar tender and waiter, and the crew brought out an amazing dinner - more prawns, and fresh baked fish and crab. Such a memorable meal.
The boat was swinging around a bit, so getting long exposure shots was near impossible. We had to settle for cranking up the ISO and capturing whatever we could hand-held.
Cards games and cocktails ensued, and then a long, peaceful sleep. Despite the light rain and mist, our evening on Halong Bay was a highlight of my visit to Vietnam!

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The four hour drive from Hanoi was slow and bumpy in the rain and traffic, and we made the obligatory stop at a huge handicrafts complex on the way.
The port from which all of the cruises leave, was jammed with tourists and junks jockeying for position. The junks are lovely old boats, usually with 8-10 cabins on a lower deck, a covered middle deck for eating, and an open top deck for sightseeing and partying.
The huge rocks were shrouded in mist, which gave the bay a pretty eerie, mysterious feel. Fishermen pulled in their nets, while tourists kayaked by.
Lunch on the boat was delicious, particularly the grilled king prawns. I've been really impressed with the seafood here in Vietnam.
We motored on to one of the largest, and most recently discovered caves, and were able to wander through it. It reminded me of Jenolean Caves in Katoomba. The stalactites and stalagmites were enormous!
From there, some of the group kayaked through the surrounding caves. I stayed on the boat and watched river life go by. Some of the families in the floating villages had apparently never set foot on dry land. They bought food from floating vendors and fished. Such a simple life in a beautiful place.
We continued to motor on through the enormous rocks, and found a place to moor for the evening. Other than the hum of other junks around us, it was quiet, dark and incredibly peaceful.
Our captain became our bar tender and waiter, and the crew brought out an amazing dinner - more prawns, and fresh baked fish and crab. Such a memorable meal.
The boat was swinging around a bit, so getting long exposure shots was near impossible. We had to settle for cranking up the ISO and capturing whatever we could hand-held.
Cards games and cocktails ensued, and then a long, peaceful sleep. Despite the light rain and mist, our evening on Halong Bay was a highlight of my visit to Vietnam!
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Rainy days in Hue
Formerly the capital of Vietnam, Hue is located near the coast about half way up the country.
The arrival of Emperor Gia Long in 1802 brought with him much of the building work that remains in place in the city today - a Chinese-style forbidden city complex, and emperors tombs along the Perfume River.
It's unfortunate that it rained the entire time of our stay in Hue - the citadel is an impressive, massive site, despite much of it having been destroyed in a Tet offensive in 1968. It would have been great to have seen it under sunny skies, rather than from under the caps of our heavy duty ponchos.


Large ponds filled with Koi lined the main gate, and from there, a bunch of buildings and paths filled out the complex. The intricate stone and wood carvings gave a pretty good indication of how it would have looked in its former glory - brilliant red gates, mosaic tiled walls and ceilings, colorful sculptures, and a massive spire with the Vietnamese flag flying high.
Next on the agenda was a cruise down the Perfume River, in a boat that was kind of like a houseboat with the rooms - or a floating covered pontoon with a couple of dragon heads at the bow.
We saw men dredging sand, apparently to use to build their homes, many fishermen, and a steady stream of boats steaming up and down the river. It was a peaceful way to keep out of the drizzle.
The boat docked to let us off at a large pagoda atop a hill. It looked majestic in the mist.


Then it was on to the emperor's tombs - another huge complex with a number of buildings, lakes and courtyards. Emperors apparently built their tombs while they were alive and used them as a retreat from the Forbidden City.
One good thing about the rain, was that it gave us a great opportunity to capture water drops on the flowers which brightened the otherwise monotone landscape.


Here's hoping the rain stops in our next stop, Hanoi!
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The arrival of Emperor Gia Long in 1802 brought with him much of the building work that remains in place in the city today - a Chinese-style forbidden city complex, and emperors tombs along the Perfume River.
It's unfortunate that it rained the entire time of our stay in Hue - the citadel is an impressive, massive site, despite much of it having been destroyed in a Tet offensive in 1968. It would have been great to have seen it under sunny skies, rather than from under the caps of our heavy duty ponchos.
Large ponds filled with Koi lined the main gate, and from there, a bunch of buildings and paths filled out the complex. The intricate stone and wood carvings gave a pretty good indication of how it would have looked in its former glory - brilliant red gates, mosaic tiled walls and ceilings, colorful sculptures, and a massive spire with the Vietnamese flag flying high.
Next on the agenda was a cruise down the Perfume River, in a boat that was kind of like a houseboat with the rooms - or a floating covered pontoon with a couple of dragon heads at the bow.
We saw men dredging sand, apparently to use to build their homes, many fishermen, and a steady stream of boats steaming up and down the river. It was a peaceful way to keep out of the drizzle.
The boat docked to let us off at a large pagoda atop a hill. It looked majestic in the mist.
Then it was on to the emperor's tombs - another huge complex with a number of buildings, lakes and courtyards. Emperors apparently built their tombs while they were alive and used them as a retreat from the Forbidden City.
One good thing about the rain, was that it gave us a great opportunity to capture water drops on the flowers which brightened the otherwise monotone landscape.
Here's hoping the rain stops in our next stop, Hanoi!
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Cooking extravaganza in Hoi An
One of the highlights of our two-day stay in Hoi An, was the half day cooking tour with the Red Bridge cooking school. Despite only booking the day before, we were able to join an afternoon tour that finished with dinner. Perfect!
Meeting at the Hai Cafe in the beautiful old town, we caught up with some other travellers who had been roaming round northern Vietnam - to the parts where we were due to travel next. It was great getting a heads up on what we could expect to see.
We were then divided into small groups, and started a walking tour of the local produce markets. We'd walked through the buzzy little markets a few times during our stay, but it's so much more interesting when you have a local pointing out what's what.


The Asian greens and herbs were all so fragrant, and between jack fruits, pomelos, pineapples and a bunch of other tropical fruits, incredibly colourful. Little old ladies hunched under their bamboo cone hats and pastel ponchos in the rain, chatting loudly to each other, seemingly oblivious to the tour groups marching past them. Our guide, Luna, explained the different flavors that say green or yellow mangos would give, and which would best suit certain dishes. We then wandered through the small fish markets, where the day's catch were laid out in cane baskets.

Next stop was a 20 minute boat trip, where we saw more of how the local people lived and worked on the river. We passed fish nets and rice padis, and hundreds of boats - fishing is such a critical activities here - and the seafood was definitely a specialty of the region. As the rain drizzled down, we arrived at a the Red Bridge Restaurant's jetty. Lush, tropical gardens were lit with lanterns, and we were offered a drink, before heading out to explore this top restaurant's herb garden. Lemongrass and mint, bitter herb and basil grew under shade clothes, once again, all very fragrant. I wish I had the space at home to have such a herb garden! Then it was time for the real action - cooking class, with Tun, one of Red Bridge's chefs. Our "cooking school" was in a thatched hut which literally backed onto the river. 20 gas stoves were set up in an L shape at the back of the hut, with the demonstration area and large mirror sitting over it so we could see what the chef was doing. The chef was hilarious - he seemed to really understand and cater for the Australian sense of humor, and cracked jokes about us, food and pretty much everything. His first dish was a seafood salad served in half a pineapple. Lots of fresh, finely grated veggies and some local prawns, all swished around in the fry pan, and within about 3 minutes he'd turned the lot out into the pineapple shell. Talk about making it look easy!


We then learnt how to make batter for rice paper rolls - it's pretty easy - just soak rice for about 7 hours, mix in some water, and throw it all in the blender. It looks just like pancake mix. To cook rice paper rolls, the chef used a large pot of boiling water with a white cotton gauze secured tightly over it. He ladled a spoonful of the batter onto the cotton, spread it round with the spoon, then closed the lid to steM it for about a minute. He then used a sliver of bamboo to lift the rice paper from the cotton and flip it onto the plate. From the, you could fill with pretty much anything you like - he used a seafood mixture, with bean sprouts and lots of mint. So quick! So delicious!





Trying to photograph the demonstration was fairly tricky - it was low light conditions and the chef moved very quickly. Even at f/2.8 and ISO 2000 on the 5D, it was hard to get sharp shots. Oh well...it was after all, all about the food. We then made our own pancake, using a nifty little frying pan that would have been no more than 12cm in diameter. We used dried rice paper rolls to make another form of cold roll, again adding greens and sprouts. The final dish was an eggplant hotpot, and once we'd tried our hand at cutting up the ingredients according to chef Tun's instructions and getting it on the boil for 7 minutes, we saw how to carve cucumber and tomato create edible plate decorations. My attempts at carving cucumber were not at all successful, but Michael did a pretty good job. Here's what the cucumber was meant to look like...

We then collected our bags and simmering hot pots, and headed up to the restaurant to consume it. They brought out more of the seafood salad from earlier in the demonstration, and with a few drinks, we concluded a very tasty evening. It was a great class, and yet another fascinating view of how the Vietnamese people shop, prepare and cook food. Just wondering how to smuggle the chef back to Australia with me.... Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
The Asian greens and herbs were all so fragrant, and between jack fruits, pomelos, pineapples and a bunch of other tropical fruits, incredibly colourful. Little old ladies hunched under their bamboo cone hats and pastel ponchos in the rain, chatting loudly to each other, seemingly oblivious to the tour groups marching past them. Our guide, Luna, explained the different flavors that say green or yellow mangos would give, and which would best suit certain dishes. We then wandered through the small fish markets, where the day's catch were laid out in cane baskets.
Next stop was a 20 minute boat trip, where we saw more of how the local people lived and worked on the river. We passed fish nets and rice padis, and hundreds of boats - fishing is such a critical activities here - and the seafood was definitely a specialty of the region. As the rain drizzled down, we arrived at a the Red Bridge Restaurant's jetty. Lush, tropical gardens were lit with lanterns, and we were offered a drink, before heading out to explore this top restaurant's herb garden. Lemongrass and mint, bitter herb and basil grew under shade clothes, once again, all very fragrant. I wish I had the space at home to have such a herb garden! Then it was time for the real action - cooking class, with Tun, one of Red Bridge's chefs. Our "cooking school" was in a thatched hut which literally backed onto the river. 20 gas stoves were set up in an L shape at the back of the hut, with the demonstration area and large mirror sitting over it so we could see what the chef was doing. The chef was hilarious - he seemed to really understand and cater for the Australian sense of humor, and cracked jokes about us, food and pretty much everything. His first dish was a seafood salad served in half a pineapple. Lots of fresh, finely grated veggies and some local prawns, all swished around in the fry pan, and within about 3 minutes he'd turned the lot out into the pineapple shell. Talk about making it look easy!
We then learnt how to make batter for rice paper rolls - it's pretty easy - just soak rice for about 7 hours, mix in some water, and throw it all in the blender. It looks just like pancake mix. To cook rice paper rolls, the chef used a large pot of boiling water with a white cotton gauze secured tightly over it. He ladled a spoonful of the batter onto the cotton, spread it round with the spoon, then closed the lid to steM it for about a minute. He then used a sliver of bamboo to lift the rice paper from the cotton and flip it onto the plate. From the, you could fill with pretty much anything you like - he used a seafood mixture, with bean sprouts and lots of mint. So quick! So delicious!
Trying to photograph the demonstration was fairly tricky - it was low light conditions and the chef moved very quickly. Even at f/2.8 and ISO 2000 on the 5D, it was hard to get sharp shots. Oh well...it was after all, all about the food. We then made our own pancake, using a nifty little frying pan that would have been no more than 12cm in diameter. We used dried rice paper rolls to make another form of cold roll, again adding greens and sprouts. The final dish was an eggplant hotpot, and once we'd tried our hand at cutting up the ingredients according to chef Tun's instructions and getting it on the boil for 7 minutes, we saw how to carve cucumber and tomato create edible plate decorations. My attempts at carving cucumber were not at all successful, but Michael did a pretty good job. Here's what the cucumber was meant to look like...
We then collected our bags and simmering hot pots, and headed up to the restaurant to consume it. They brought out more of the seafood salad from earlier in the demonstration, and with a few drinks, we concluded a very tasty evening. It was a great class, and yet another fascinating view of how the Vietnamese people shop, prepare and cook food. Just wondering how to smuggle the chef back to Australia with me.... Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
Motoring through Chau Doc
Cruising down the Mekong River for five hours from Phnom Penh (Cambodia) into Chau Doc (Vietnam) was a peaceful change from the bumpy, frenetic roadways.
Fishing is such an integral part of life for the communities that lined the banks of the river. We saw hundreds of aerosol cans in rows that signalled where their fishing nets were, and low boats pulling in the morning's haul.
As soon as we docked at the bustling port town of Chau Doc, there was a distinct difference between Cambodia and Vietnam. It felt like it was about 5C hotter and way more humid than Phnom Penh. The people seemed different too - it was hard to put a finger on exactly how they seemed different, but it definitely felt like we were in another place with a distinct culture.
I tried beef pho for my first Vietnamese lunch, and despite the heat outside, the soup was pretty tasty.
We pottered around the local markets for a bit - the food was also slightly different from Cambodia - lots of fresh fruit and vegetables, but different varieties of dried and smoked meat hung from string. I always wonder about the hygiene in food markets like this, but I guess the people in these towns have been eating this sort of food from these sorts of markets for years, if not centuries.


Next on the agenda was an optional scooter tour of the town and the surrounding villages. I'm not a huge fan of motorised bikes - scooters, vespas and motorbikes always seem like mobile death traps to me, but they're the primary form of transport in Cambodia and Vietnam. So when in Rome...
My driver was an older guy, which suited me. They dished out helmets and off we went, through the crowded streets and out past farms and rural areas.
We passed a goose farm, where a farmer was herding hundreds of birds into pens. We later learnt that goose eggs with baby geese fetuses are a delicacy here in Vietnam. Er, pass on that thanks.

My Canon 24-70mm lens was the lens of choice for this ride. It has been my choice of lens for most of the trip actually.
We started to climb up the only hill in the area, and my driver motioned for me to hold on to him around his waist. He didn't need to tell me twice...
The road wove up the mountain until we reached the peak. Despite the haze, we could see out over the rice padis and back to the river we'd journeyed down. It was going to be a great place to watch our first sunset in Vietnam.
We grabbed some beers and a plate of local nibblies - lotus seeds and wild cherries, and watched the sun turn gold, then red, as it sunk behind a mountain into the horizon.


Driving down the hill was a bit hairy - the pot holes seemed larger and there were bugs everywhere. It was hard trying not to snort mozzies...
We stopped at another large temple complex on the way back to town. The statues of kings looked great under moonlight. Hello high ISO and f/2.8!


We ended our evening in Chau Doc with dinner on one of the floating restaurants. The mozzies were rampant, and about as noisy as the bunch of drunk Chinese blokes at the table behind us. Still the food was ok, and would get better as we journeyed further into Vietnam.
Next stop...Ho Chi Minh City!
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Fishing is such an integral part of life for the communities that lined the banks of the river. We saw hundreds of aerosol cans in rows that signalled where their fishing nets were, and low boats pulling in the morning's haul.
As soon as we docked at the bustling port town of Chau Doc, there was a distinct difference between Cambodia and Vietnam. It felt like it was about 5C hotter and way more humid than Phnom Penh. The people seemed different too - it was hard to put a finger on exactly how they seemed different, but it definitely felt like we were in another place with a distinct culture.
I tried beef pho for my first Vietnamese lunch, and despite the heat outside, the soup was pretty tasty.
We pottered around the local markets for a bit - the food was also slightly different from Cambodia - lots of fresh fruit and vegetables, but different varieties of dried and smoked meat hung from string. I always wonder about the hygiene in food markets like this, but I guess the people in these towns have been eating this sort of food from these sorts of markets for years, if not centuries.
Next on the agenda was an optional scooter tour of the town and the surrounding villages. I'm not a huge fan of motorised bikes - scooters, vespas and motorbikes always seem like mobile death traps to me, but they're the primary form of transport in Cambodia and Vietnam. So when in Rome...
My driver was an older guy, which suited me. They dished out helmets and off we went, through the crowded streets and out past farms and rural areas.
We passed a goose farm, where a farmer was herding hundreds of birds into pens. We later learnt that goose eggs with baby geese fetuses are a delicacy here in Vietnam. Er, pass on that thanks.
My Canon 24-70mm lens was the lens of choice for this ride. It has been my choice of lens for most of the trip actually.
We started to climb up the only hill in the area, and my driver motioned for me to hold on to him around his waist. He didn't need to tell me twice...
The road wove up the mountain until we reached the peak. Despite the haze, we could see out over the rice padis and back to the river we'd journeyed down. It was going to be a great place to watch our first sunset in Vietnam.
We grabbed some beers and a plate of local nibblies - lotus seeds and wild cherries, and watched the sun turn gold, then red, as it sunk behind a mountain into the horizon.
Driving down the hill was a bit hairy - the pot holes seemed larger and there were bugs everywhere. It was hard trying not to snort mozzies...
We stopped at another large temple complex on the way back to town. The statues of kings looked great under moonlight. Hello high ISO and f/2.8!
We ended our evening in Chau Doc with dinner on one of the floating restaurants. The mozzies were rampant, and about as noisy as the bunch of drunk Chinese blokes at the table behind us. Still the food was ok, and would get better as we journeyed further into Vietnam.
Next stop...Ho Chi Minh City!
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S-21 the Cheuong Ek Killing Fields - a glimpse into Cambodia's dark history
As a kid, I remember hearing about the Khmer Rouge on the news, but I was too young to understand or care or what was going on at the time in Cambodia.
Visiting any country gives you the opportunity to learn more about it's people, culture and history, and a visit to the former security office 21 (or S-21) and Cheuong Killing fields in Phnom Penh, certainly gives a chilling, tragic insight into Cambodia's darkest days.
S-21, or what is now the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, is located in a suburban looking street in Phnom Penh, and was opened on August 19, 1979, when the Kampuchea People's Tribunal began the prosecution of "Democratic Kampuchea leaders" Pol Pot, Ieng Sary and Khiev Samphorn - amongst others. The museum, a former school block, shows the cell blocks and torture rooms, where some 20,000 victims were killed between 1975 and 1978. This figure does not include children killed by the Khmer Rouge.
Imprisonment in the appalling conditions at S-21 lasted between two and four months for typical inmates such as Cambodian academics, doctors and teachers. Political prisoners were held captive for six to seven months before being killed.
The compound is surrounded by two rows of fencing, topped with dense barbed wire. Barbed wire was also laced across the balconies of the three floor, to stop inmates from jumping to their death. The cells were sparse, some having just a bed, while others had no bed at all. Some had an iron bucket or plastic water container, which was used as a portable bathroom, and the prisoners were fed tiny amounts of watery porridge each day.


It's hard to imagine how people lived each day in this hell hole. Our guide explained how a wooden pole in the yard, one used for physical education for students, was turned into an interrogation and torture machine. The interrogator tied both hands of the prisoner behind their back and lifted them upside down. This was repeated a number of times until the prison lost consciousness, then the interrogator would dunk the prisoner's head into a barrel of filthy water. This shocked the victim back into consciousness, and the interrogation continued.
Each victim was photographed and numbered as they entered the facility, which allowed for easy identification if anyone tried to escape. These photos now line the wall, as a tragic, permanent memorial for the victims of S-21.

Walking around S-21 is a confronting experience. You just feel so desperately sorry for everyone who passed through its gates believing that the Khmer Rouge were "taking care" of their houses for a "a few days".
With these grisley images in our minds, we headed out to the killing fields, where some 89 mass graves were found. As equally morbid as S-21, the walk around the Cheuong Ek Killing Fields, was near silent, and very reflective. Signs told us pretty much all we needed to know - the large huts were mass graves, where 450 bodies had been found, while the smaller indentations in the ground were smaller mass graves...


Recent flooding in Cambodia, and particularly out in this area, has resulted in bones and clothing of the victims buried here, rising to the surface. It was eerie to know that we were inadvertently walking over all of this...
A short video presentation provided more details about the atrocities committed by Pol Pot's regime. It's just truly difficult to imagine how - or why - a government would do that to its people.
As we drove back into town for lunch, I reflected on how lucky I am to live freely in Australia, and how resilient the Cambodian people are for pushing on, and re-building their country. It was an eye-opening morning, which I think left us all feeling pretty sombre and sad about what had gone on here in the 70's, but definitely worth a visit. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
Visiting any country gives you the opportunity to learn more about it's people, culture and history, and a visit to the former security office 21 (or S-21) and Cheuong Killing fields in Phnom Penh, certainly gives a chilling, tragic insight into Cambodia's darkest days.
S-21, or what is now the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, is located in a suburban looking street in Phnom Penh, and was opened on August 19, 1979, when the Kampuchea People's Tribunal began the prosecution of "Democratic Kampuchea leaders" Pol Pot, Ieng Sary and Khiev Samphorn - amongst others. The museum, a former school block, shows the cell blocks and torture rooms, where some 20,000 victims were killed between 1975 and 1978. This figure does not include children killed by the Khmer Rouge.
Imprisonment in the appalling conditions at S-21 lasted between two and four months for typical inmates such as Cambodian academics, doctors and teachers. Political prisoners were held captive for six to seven months before being killed.
The compound is surrounded by two rows of fencing, topped with dense barbed wire. Barbed wire was also laced across the balconies of the three floor, to stop inmates from jumping to their death. The cells were sparse, some having just a bed, while others had no bed at all. Some had an iron bucket or plastic water container, which was used as a portable bathroom, and the prisoners were fed tiny amounts of watery porridge each day.
It's hard to imagine how people lived each day in this hell hole. Our guide explained how a wooden pole in the yard, one used for physical education for students, was turned into an interrogation and torture machine. The interrogator tied both hands of the prisoner behind their back and lifted them upside down. This was repeated a number of times until the prison lost consciousness, then the interrogator would dunk the prisoner's head into a barrel of filthy water. This shocked the victim back into consciousness, and the interrogation continued.
Each victim was photographed and numbered as they entered the facility, which allowed for easy identification if anyone tried to escape. These photos now line the wall, as a tragic, permanent memorial for the victims of S-21.
Walking around S-21 is a confronting experience. You just feel so desperately sorry for everyone who passed through its gates believing that the Khmer Rouge were "taking care" of their houses for a "a few days".
With these grisley images in our minds, we headed out to the killing fields, where some 89 mass graves were found. As equally morbid as S-21, the walk around the Cheuong Ek Killing Fields, was near silent, and very reflective. Signs told us pretty much all we needed to know - the large huts were mass graves, where 450 bodies had been found, while the smaller indentations in the ground were smaller mass graves...
Recent flooding in Cambodia, and particularly out in this area, has resulted in bones and clothing of the victims buried here, rising to the surface. It was eerie to know that we were inadvertently walking over all of this...
A short video presentation provided more details about the atrocities committed by Pol Pot's regime. It's just truly difficult to imagine how - or why - a government would do that to its people.
As we drove back into town for lunch, I reflected on how lucky I am to live freely in Australia, and how resilient the Cambodian people are for pushing on, and re-building their country. It was an eye-opening morning, which I think left us all feeling pretty sombre and sad about what had gone on here in the 70's, but definitely worth a visit. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
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