Hi from Namibia, otherwise dubbed "the land God made in anger" because of its merciless expanse of dust and currents. More on this surreal place soon, (it's become one of my favorite countries) but for now, lets focus on the task at hand: travel gear!
Being married to a travel photographer, I often find myself in sensitive situations when it comes to photographing indigenous peoples. No matter how familiar, I always end up tiptoeing around nervously, lurking in the hintergrund.
We were sitting outside the church in Avarua. Everyone was in their Sunday best- the women wore coconut frond rito hats laden with flowers and the kids in the choir, white button-down shirts. We squeezed Sia into a floral frock we’d been carrying around since San Diego. Even Michael zipped the bottom legs onto his convertible pants.
I was freaking out. The Cessna was so loud I thought Sia’s hearing was going to be damaged once and for all. I had already dragged her to a music festival and a riveting performance of bottle drums and bush bass, but this, this was a soul-rattling mode of transportation. For an hour. Over an active volcano.
Air Tahiti was on strike. "STUCK IN TAHITI," I messaged one of my friends. As if that was actually possible- a paradise once lionized by Gauguin, with serious waves and food trucks serving streak-frites and poisson cru.
This is our first big road trip as a family. Because driving is really the only way to see Hokkaido. And Hokkaido is about the landscape.
“So cute! Like a doll!”
Little did I know I’d be hearing this for the next few weeks. It was true. She really could have been one of the little keychain Monchichis on the girls' backpacks.
Greetings from snowy, not-yet-cherry-blossoming, ever-polite Japan- more specifically its northernmost island, Hokkaido (yes, we can see Russia from here!).
Traveling with a baby bears as many gifts as it does challenges, not the least of which is the instant party when we go places. Especially if it's Central America at one of the greatest undertakings of mankind, the Panama Canal.
We arrived in Cartagena in a merciless heat wave; the locals shook their heads, claiming El Nino.