Jetboating. Just another one of those crazy Kiwi ideas. And like all of the best, it works, and it's a pile of fun.
It's been an action packed few months since I last updated you on my whereabouts. In terms of movement since the last time I updated you 6 months ago, I've been in four countries on a range of projects. So let's get to it.
I'll be honest. Wearing a dress out in public is getting to be a pretty natural thing for me nowadays.
To be fair, I'm usually heading out to do something awesome in it.
In August 2012, my father, brother and I hiked for 5 days and over 70km along the Berg Lake Trail in the Canadian Rockies, and we did it while wearing school girl dresses. Why? We did it as part of Do It in a Dress, an initiative by the Australian-based organization One Girl, who's programs help support scholarships for young girls and women entrepreneurs in Sierra Leone. In every way possible, it was a huge success.
This year we multiplied and became the "Climbers Without Pants."
Amongst a group of hundreds walking down the dusty street in Nyaung U (Bagan), you'd think the group of kids dressed as zombies and performing to Michael Jackson's "Thriller" would be the focus of this piece.
Sorry, not strange enough.
There are a lot of ways to pay the bills in this world. Some just choose more dramatic ways than others.
Take this man for instance. He's set up shop working the street in the center of Siem Reap is his own way, and he's about to put on a show.
He pulls his trailer down the street, and double-parks his trailer in front of a motorcycle and a minivan with his torturous tools of the trade an arms-length away. The trailer has the worst sounding horn loudspeaker you've ever let pierce your eardrums, and a
The folks at Travelsupermarket are putting together another fun little photo competition called "Capture the Colour." The lowdown? Five photos, five colours, five stories... judged by
So what better excuse to pick a few of my favorites to share with you?
Clowns, brides, a pregnant women, an 80's rocker, even a chain gang. As it turns out, no one was immune. Hundreds of them shuffling down the street, reaching out at passengers in cars and moaning or growling at any humans they met in their path.
And I was at ground zero: Post-apocalyptic downtown Saskatoon.
Packed like sardines in a sold out club that has mediocre sound. It's hot... like sauna hot. The rain? It's coming from inside this low ceiling-ed building and is provided by the perspiration of the crowd. I'd dance like there was no one watching, but there's no room to move anyways. We all just sort of shuffle in place.
But the music is good, and that's about all you can ask for.
While most so-called "street art" is barely a hair more special than comic-sans is to the font world, on occasion you do stumble upon something special.