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Having fun with artificial intelligence

Nonsense or surrealism

Since I am using IT to create stuff –  and this has been a long time – I am fascinated by the possibilities to automatise – mostly for the good but also to be aware and alerted about the dangers. Having already worked with computer generated neural networks in the early 90th of the last century, this technology has done a leap with the development of the GPT-3 . Whereas GPT-3 is proprietary, there are community developed variants around which I tailored and used for this experiment.

The text you see here are not edited, except for the (…) at the end of each story when the limit was reached.

The story-telling process was initiated by feeding the model with the initial-text (written in italic) and let it go ….

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. “We’re doing our best job in a tough job. I mean, we’re just trying to be the nicest people that we can.” It was, in many ways, the perfect summer, and then abruptly it was not. Now more than a year has gone by. The snow is gone. The sun is back. The clouds have gathered themselves and now, in the distance, a light rain falls. It’s the first time the sun has been out in a few weeks. His father, now in his 60s, is in his 70s. “My father was quite sick. Even his last conversation I had is he was quite sick and he said he was going to get the best care he could,” said Mr Vaid, who lives in Calgary with his wife and two daughters. “There was never a good reason to get sick and this is no different,” Mr Vaid said Thursday, adding he will be very grateful to the province to have “health care.” He and his wife and daughters, who all went to school in the Calgary area, are very grateful to their school districts for their part in keeping the neighbourhood safe in the wake of a series of shootings, including two the last weekend, that occurred in three separate incidents. There have been no mass shootings in the area for almost a decade. But they are thankful for all the public safety services they get every day. “We’ve had our little moments, you know? But we’re still grateful,” (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos  If you are a tourist, I think you need to get off your boat and get out there before your feet turn to lead. It’s a bit like when a boat on rocks. People get hit from all directions. A bit like how when a boat gets hit in the rear, it goes into a spin, and the driver gets out, and he runs it back again? It is a little bit like a person getting lost. I’ve been in Thailand, and even there, you have to be careful with where you stand, because you can get hit by a bus on the side path. Someone was hit from all directions. They weren’t sure who was in the bus, and it went into a spin. It was so violent that I saw people going into convulsion, so I was afraid of becoming one of a number of those people. I think if a person was going to do something like that to a tourist, they would be quite seriously reprimanded. It’s not the sort of situation that they will be happy having done. It just goes to show there can be this sort of thing happening in tourist hotspots … and I’m not sure why any of us haven’t done it before now. Here are a couple of my favourites. The first shot is a restaurant. The second is a place in Udon Thani. There are two of them, as you can see, one in front and one at the back. Then (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. On March 12, 2018, the first day of the new year was celebrated in the capital city with festive party. The citizens were treated to a night-time program by the music group The city is divided into two different regions, east, and west. The east is on the route connecting the capital city to the southern island of Ceyhan for The capital city of Bagan started the spring season. The city was surrounded by lush green lands so there was little traffic. But this changed soon. Traffic was replaced by motorbikes at night. Traffic was replaced by traffic A few days before a man went into the capital city of Bagan to visit the tomb of Lord Rama, his family decided to stop by the capital and visit the tomb. A few days before a man went into the capital city of Bagan to visit the tomb of Lord Rama, his family decided to stop by the capital and visit the tomb. A few days before a man went into the capital city of Bagan to visit the tomb of Lord Rama, his family decided to stop by the capital and visit the tomb. After the death of the lord and his son Rama, there were many followers of them. They were followed by the two of them. But one day Ramayana is said that the lord went to paradise After the death of the lord and his son Rama, there were many followers of them. They were followed by the two of them. But one day Ramayana is (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. – He had no interest in politics. He said: “I’ve never been in politics. The people in my village I can’t even pay taxes for.” – He had no education. When I arrived he was saying ‘I can’t teach you anything.’ But I taught him something. – He is a strongman. (When he was in the middle on the floor, the security guard stepped on his hand, but he didn’t move. The security guard took his photo. He was really good.) – When he is in the middle, he can get the ball from under the basket. “Is it really in the park?” asked a woman. – Yes “I’ve seen it a lot, but I’m not sure what it is.” “It’s a pond!” said another woman. “There are snakes out there,” said another woman. “Yes, they’re there too.” “There are frogs? What did you say?” asked another woman. “What is that?” said a security guard. “There are frogs in it!” “Aye but what’s a frog anyway?” “There are many kinds of them!” (He wasn’t interested (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. with his phone (camera) and the light from the bulbs on the ceiling beams. The light streamed in the ceiling beam shot the whole room with the beams from floor to ceiling. I could have seen my reflection in his lens because he was wearing sunglasses. He is a painter. When he first entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. A painting was on the gallery wall. It had a black and white pattern. The light from the bulb on the ceiling was shining in the painted image. The camera was in the room. It was at a distance of approximately ten meters. The room contained several paintings on the ceiling. Most of them were blue with small patterns. The light was on the ceiling beams, which came to my eye. It was brilliant. The lighting from the ceiling above me was like shining light. The light was like a rainbow. It filled the room with light and dazzled me for a second time. I was able to hold the camera still in my right hand because the light was like a rainbow. When I removed my hand, the camera was in the middle of the floor. It was incredible. The beam of light flowed from the ceiling to the floor from the ceiling to the floor with the same beam of light. The beam was as long, in fact, as a house. The room was a cathedral. The light in this room was so beautiful. I tried to hold onto it as I walked back and forth in the room (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up Trip Details Gandahar was the third and final stop on the tour. It was his first time visiting a religious site in Nepal. When they left for home, he kept the camera pointing the way back to their hotel. During their stay, they shared a bottle of wine. Then he decided to give a tour of his favorite place in the world, the Golden Temple in Kathmandu. On the way home, Gondi was still wearing his t-shirt and shorts. The girl on the bus gave a thumbs up in his direction several times. Tour guide: Trip Details During their stay at the Golden Temple, the couple met a Tibetan boy. Gondi found out a local guide who spoke Nepali. The boy explained that the Golden Temple is an ancient temple for devotees of the Hindu god Shiva. The guide asked them to call him Shri Gondi. When Gondi called him by his name, he showed him everything that was inside the Temple including the statue of Lord Shiva. Dinner, tea ceremony and the Kathmandava River The tour started with a dinner and tea ceremony at a Tibetan Restaurant. In the afternoon, the couple went to the Kathmandava river and the Ganges to see the city of Kathmandu.<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. He goes to the supermarket, to the pharmacy, to the park or the beach… Sometimes he goes to a wedding, sometimes he walks around the street. Some people even invited him to weddings, he is a well-known guest and, he said, “I felt myself getting better and better.” He likes going to exhibitions, art galleries and music events. He said he likes museums “where artists show and there are different kinds of art”, but that the art he likes is not the art he is used to. He thinks about books, “I like reading good books, I love reading books… and I don’t like reading non-books.” He loves museums and parks, and he likes art exhibitions. He likes travelling. He likes museums and art exhibitions but most importantly he loves travelling. He considers himself a “fantastic traveller”. He likes travelling, and when he said “fantastic traveller”, he meant a very successful traveller. He travelled to South America. He said his favourite place in South America is Bogota. He likes travelling and art exhibitions, museums, galleries, music events. He said these things interest him and they also interest other people. Last November, he visited Amsterdam and he went to Eindhoven and he went to a museum in Amsterdam. He was taken to a museum that was about art and he showed paintings to people. Last month he went the same place as he did the beginning of this (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. Photo © 2016/2016 David Jurgenson. All Rights Reserved. All images on this page (except for the ones from the pages of ‘Roma’ Magazine) have been purchased by David Jurgenson and are displayed for personal use and not for distribution. The photos have been used with permission. For information about resale and copyright, go to www.tourismusportraits.com. The articles and images contained in ‘Roma’ Magazine may not be published, reproduced, transmitted, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means including electronic, photographic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright owners. Roma is an Italian weekly publication dedicated exclusively to the study of the social and historical background of the Italian and Italian-speaking regions. Our readers are invited to discover the social, cultural and economic history, the customs, traditions, achievements, achievements and art of Italy and its citizens, and above all to be inspired by the richness and diversity of their landscape and culture. We aim to publish stories that shed light on a particular aspect of Italian life, to explore the dynamic of the Italian nation, to convey the emotions and affections that a country arouses, to convey the feelings and needs of a particular moment in history or in social development on a particular day. This is why we are, in effect, a newspaper-magazine. We ask that every subscriber (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. The place had nothing to indicate that it was a business or an establishment. Even so, he smiled and started walking around with a camera in hand, taking photographs. His smile remained in place till the very end. He was in a hurry to tell the woman about her business, about his business here. The woman gave him a smile. She stood in front of the display of jewelry and offered him his photo. He took the photo and she handed it to him. Since this was his first time, the photographer seemed very excited. “Oh my, you are really good! You can make big business as a photographer.” The photographer showed him his portfolio. “Wow, it’s great that you can make as well, you can do good here!” “I think you are right.” “Really.” “And this kind of photos should cost you?” “Yes, you are right. If I sell two or three photos each day, I’ll make a respectable profit.” “So… What will you charge?” “Normally, a customer may pay for one photo a day.” “For two or three photos each day.” “And the customer usually pays at least 100 yen to obtain the photos.” “Do you mean 100 yen per (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. In addition to the camera, he had a camera phone and a mobile phone – a mobile phone! “The phone has five different camera positions: portrait, landscape, landscape front, landscape back, panning and zoom. I’ve got five devices at the moment: a camera, a mobile phone, and the camera app that I created. I can move the device anywhere and it is all linked.” If you have a mobile phone that you would like to take pictures with, you can use the selfie app on Google+ to take a picture and upload it to Google Photos. Or if you have a camera phone, you can take a photo with the camera app and add it to Google Photos. Another way is taking a photo with the camera app and adding it to your Google+ circles. All photos are automatically deleted after a day because Google Photos deletes your photos. However, you can still access it after a month. You can also upload any photos you already have on Google+, so you can share them. However, you can only view photos you have uploaded since they are deleted after a month. The app has been downloaded by more than 100 million people. It connects one app and one camera phone. The photos are in the app, but the person that uses it is the person who downloaded the app, so the person who downloaded the app can access the whole app without being connected to Google. The app is very easy to use. As I said, you just need to take a picture. You can (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. at the right time (he is getting to that point already) — the place is really quite pleasant, and there are even two free wifi spots available. This is a small-ish place, so you can feel safe here. But it is actually quite a bit better than I expected at first glance. It is a small, lively place on a street in a quiet area, just a five-minute walk from the railway station and from the new bus station. As a photographer, I enjoy finding such places as I know you will get a sense of what the town like by walking around, but this one is perfect. I have been here since 4am on Wednesday night and I could have stayed awake all night. The place isn’t so big but the people are very organized: they have a large table next to the door, they have several cups of coffee, and they have wifi for free. I will use it from now on. I’m so happy I went. I can recommend it for those tired travelers who just want to be back at the hotel by 5am again: take a couple of days and enjoy yourself. Sunday, August 30, 2015 I am always wondering what the author or the person in the magazine likes to do on these days? And then this book offers a great advice: make a choice on the weekends, and try to do all that you can to relax. And then there is no better time than the weekend to try something new and interesting and new! (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. A while later the group arrived into the house and sat down to a dinner of rice and dhal. One by one, they were all seated, each at a different region of the house. The master of the house came to eat and told everyone that they should come back by tomorrow. “This is no ordinary hotel,” he said as he sat down. “You don’t have your security cameras running,” said the young master. “And you have this building locked.” The young master stood up and walked out to the backyard to look around. In a way, he was disappointed, but he didn’t show it. “There must be other rooms that you want us to use. So how about it?” he asked. It took all seven of them to find a camera. The two security guards had been left behind and the four other members of the party went inside the compound to search for the camera. When they found it, they gave each of them ten thousand rupees — an increase in the original ten thousand. Now they would have to live somewhere else with an official security system. As night fell, the young master called an early wake up call; some members of the party were still outside. He had found the key to their rooms. Now, he would live there with them, one person in each room, and he would keep them safe and happy. He turned to the camera. “This is the master himself,” he said. No one noticed that he had a second camera. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and suddenly the people in the café stopped smiling as one entered the place and another one with a camera in his hand entered and then he captured every single moment with his film and then a man entered and with him a female photographer entered and with him the person he had been following from the minute he entered. Everyone smiled and no one said anything to him. They wanted to be next to him. They liked his photo. They wanted to see it and they wanted to be next to him. They liked the picture and they wanted to be next to him. He thought it was the greatest story he had ever created. It was a story that would be remembered for the rest of his life, like a time-capsule. He would tell this story with the woman next to him. No one asked her what she did with that picture but she knew it. He always returned the compliment, and he would say after she had gone and he had gone he was no longer her target. She would say, “He is still my son from my son.” What is this story going to look like? He decided to send the best he would come up with to the person he was after. Of course, he found it difficult. He would show the photos back to her in a different order but that was okay (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up at this point. She then asked, “So, it looks like you are from around here?” She then went with him to a location he had in his mind to photograph. He pointed to a tree in the neighborhood. She went to it and was impressed to see the plant on the tree, that it was real, not artificial. He took a picture and left. Then she called him by name and asked about the tree. And then he picked her up, and he gave her a hug, and he went down with her to take another picture. They both walked through the houses that he was taking pictures of and she said, “Wow this is so cool! I was just saying to my friend, ‘Did you see that plant and the house here?'” She then pointed to the tree and said “I hope you guys see me.” She then continued to walk down the street to another area, she pointed to another house. I was amazed how her personality seemed to be contagious to many people. She came to the street and spoke to people. This was her way of getting people to stop and say hello to her. It was like this she was a magnet for people and everyone was drawn in. I think it was a blessing to meet people when they have that “me” in them and have one of those special connections with her. If one is blessed, they are born a magnet for the world, and their magnetism is contagious, I feel. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up He used to take pictures from all different angles and then send them to me for editing. He also makes the best Christmas cards – which we got a few copies of. He’s married with one daughter. Our children call him Dr. Man! This family is such a delight and we would like to thank him for the help he had in our home. He left by this evening. The address is : 634 East Broadway San Francisco, CA 94103 You can also contact him through his website Paid per day/month/year $5,000$3,000-$7,500$2,000$500-$10,000 About Mr. Man is a traveling photographer and loves to take pictures of his family and all his loved ones. He has been in the travel business for the past several years. He was born on January 13th, 1981. He is a very caring and loving guy, who has a huge heart for anyone and anything to make sure everyone receives a smile. After moving to a new city, he met his lovely wife, who had recently returned from living in Germany. They moved to SF in January 2012. Being a very hands-on guy, he went on a vacation for a few days at the end of February and returned to the city a few days ago to prepare for our move to the new house, where they now reside. He’s been working hard on decorating our new apartment and putting it up for the last (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up and then continued the tour. They left the hotel and walked around the city to see such tourist sites that he had not seen before: the Great Wall, the Grand Caiquihe, the Père Lachaise Cemetery, the Basilica de la Villa, etc. Her husband found a photo album on the table and asked her what it was. She replied, “One of my photos had the words you saw there in it on the wall of this hotel. Do you know what I am going to tell you?” The husband nodded in bewilderment. She started telling him the words she saw there.
“Now look for yourself. You are in Tibet. It is summer. The rivers and lakes have become green. Snow still falls, but it is not as it used to be. The flowers look sickly. But this is reality. Look around you!” The husband started walking around the room. “In Tibetan,” she said. “No English.” and the husband stopped and turned around, with his wife’s back to the camera. They were so engrossed in what she was telling that they did not notice the camera as it turned on its own. They sat and listened without interruption. In three brief sentences, the husband revealed to the world that the first photograph which he had taken that day was the moment from the year 1939 which she had been waiting for a long time. The New York Times published an article on October 31, 2015. Awards A (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up Kosin and Konrad had a very close relationship (Kosin being the son of the famous composer, Franz Kocher), and the two have continued to be friends. Kosin plays the guitar, sings, and makes up. Kosin is an artist as well as a photographer. Kosin studied photography in Budapest and is interested in using his camera, as it is a simple, economical way of taking photographs. He has an album of his photos called “I Am a Travel Photographer”. Kosin is also a part-time writer. Kosin is married, and has three children. One twin is born in a few weeks. Awards The city of Berlin’s Konrad Kosin Award is awarded each March. Konrad Kosin’s photography is widely used in magazines and TV and movie advertisements worldwide. Publications Konrad Kosin has written poems and fiction. These are published in magazines and have been published in more than 100 Polish/German language publishers. For his stories, Konrad Kosin has won the Polish Literary prize (in 2010, Poland’s National Literature Prize). Awards 2007 Polish Literature Prize for his poetry 2010 Polish Literature Prize for his poetry Songs Songs written by Konrad Kosin: “Gdańska Półka” “Fotka, Fotka” “Czarny Józef Lask (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up On February 28, 2011 he uploaded an image to his Facebook page of two men. One is a Chinese immigrant in his 50s with a dark complexion, dressed in a suit, which resembles that of the person in his image wearing the orange jacket. The second is Chinese person in his early 40s and is dressed in a yellow jacket, which resembles the one in his picture. He wears a dark brown curly hair. He also is dressed in blue pants, a yellow scarf that covers his face, and a dark brown scarf that covers his chest. The video shows he goes to an interview booth but it disappears soon. The video made it to 3 million views and he gained popularity. The following week, he uploaded another image, which is an image of another man in his 30s, who is in the same place as the first image. He is wearing a dark brown coat, a dark green scarf, and dark brown shoes. The man is wearing a yellow jacket but it is cut short on him such as the picture of the man in the first image. A short video of him in the same place he shot that video goes viral. In the last week of March he uploaded another image in a restaurant. This image is a photograph of an elderly man who looks the same as the one in his image. He is wearing brown pants, a brown jacket, black belt, and white boots. This image goes viral in China on 4 April. In April he decided to upload pictures of Chinese students whom are also interviewed by the camera. The first (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up When they exited, she did the exact same thing. He did not know how to react to this either, so he ignored it. After two hours of walking towards the nearest exit, he came to an intersection and he stopped. “Stop and look at this.” She pointed to the street sign and his foot went to the sidewalk. “Is this the only street here?” She looked at him, then walked towards the intersection He came to a stop and she asked, “Is this the sign?” He nodded and she was very happy. Then he remembered he should take his camera, so he picked it up and kept walking. Instead he walked up to the sign and removed the cover from one of the pages. “What was that?” She put the cover in her bag and he took another look. “You mean that?” “So much for the story, but you are a journalist.” She gave him a puzzled, if not skeptical, look and he handed her the cover back. “Do you still have that video in your hand?” She put her finger on the picture and tapped it with her index finger. “Yes.” He put the cover back in his bag and walked towards the exit. The two stood in the corridor and she put her arm around him and gave him a kiss. “Thank you.” He put his phone onto his back and (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up Now, that is why you would never trust me with your camera; I will take your soul! What happened next is part of the backstory for the movie, with the two of them standing in front of the camera, ready to be immortalized with her smiling back. This happened quite frequently, particularly during the second season and first half of the third season. We see more images of them interacting and filming; that they were friends and good friends and had a lot of fun. We even see an image of Kate and Jack sitting in a tree. Unfortunately, there was one scene we didn’t see that seemed almost out of place with the rest of the relationship (although, it doesn’t seem out of place with what comes later in the film). As one would expect from any romance drama, the two people involved were engaged in another aspect of their relationship, they had a child together, and now they were on the point of separating. The “relationship” has an interesting twist in it, as it’s about to start a few years after their separation and as Kate’s parents are about to break up with Kate (for their child). The main thrust of the story is how this situation will impact the whole family, and I’d argue this is one of the most interesting, and unusual, aspects of the show. At the point that Kate left her family for Jack (or Jack for Kate), we felt that this was the end for her and we knew that he would not remain with her. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up On her first trip to Tokyo in April 2017, she was surprised to see she looked extremely pale while they were at the airport. This is what she thought was due to stress and exhaustion. She was also confused why Tokyo was the opposite of Seoul – the most expensive city in the world. Movies Iris was featured in the TV series ‘The Good Life’ and was on of 8 characters to be featured in 3 new shows of the same name. She was also a host on several other TV shows, including ‘Korea Calling’, ‘Grow Up’, and ‘It’s Me, Iris.’ Books Iris is a self-published author, and her blog features interviews, travel photos, and other reviews. Iris’ most notable work is The Day My Dad Fell Down the Well of Stairwells, a memoir of her father’s life and death, and her most recent memoir, On the Basement. In September 2017 Iris teamed up with Reiss Gage, author of the memoir, The Love of My Life, in a collection for children and teens called ‘Iris on a Shoestring.’ It also came out in a print book and on her web site. The collection includes a memoir of Iris, two coloring pages, poems, a journal, and other extras. The project was launched by the Korea Independent Media Center (KIMC). In a separate project (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up She is a great fan of the Dallas Cowboys. Her favorite team is the Dallas Cowboys. She also enjoys soccer and singing her songs. Biography Taylor, an Army veteran (having served since 1990), was born to a Baptist family in the San Fernando Valley but began her life in the suburbs of Dallas. Her childhood home was a ranch. She was a homegirl who worked in a department store. She attended North Hill Charter Elementary School, a Catholic School located in North Hill, Texas. While attending North Hill, she was a part of a charter family whose members joined the Army. She earned her bachelors degree in business management from Saint Francis University in 2017. She is the founder and director of Travel Photography, a non-profit organization that gives professional travel photography assignments to local families. In addition to traveling around the globe for photography assignments, she also has taken portraits of students, military personnel and schoolchildren at the Saint Francis University’s Albury Campus. Her work has appeared in many publications including USAToday, the Washington Post, Newsweek, and the National Geographic magazine. She has served in numerous humanitarian missions, both in the field and while traveling overseas. Taylor is an accomplished musician and singer, a member of North Hill Baptist Church. She has performed on the guitar and piano. External links Travel Photography Category:Living people Category:People from Dallas Category:Baptist women<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up The following week she brought some jewelry and gifts to give her grandfather. She thanked him and gave him her grandfather’s ring, and she gave him a bracelet. From that time on, the couple remained together On 10 July 1993 the couple separated and she moved to Spain with him. They got back together in 1995. He gave her a gold chain. When he was in the hospital in 2003, she presented him their three children that she conceived on an IVF (in vitro fertilization) The couple got engaged on 8 May 2005. He is single and he has four children. They got married on 27 February 2010 in the Spanish city of Sant Pau. The wedding was in the “Al-Dahiriyya” Mosque. References External links Profile at Elle Famous Couple On Facing Their Divorce Famous Couple Ties the Knot Category:1963 births Category:Living people Category:Spanish photographers<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up He asked her to stand and take a number of shots, and he went back to the control booth where it was confirmed that she had given him permission to do so. She was the first person in the place to give him permission to take pictures, not the host, her father or the employee. It is not clear whether she knew what the terms and conditions of the permit called for when she gave her permission to take pictures. 6 When the incident occurred, the two travelers had left the airport at approximately 1:30 a.m. The two were in separate vehicles at the point where they met the first group of travelers the following morning. The court determined that the parties’ conduct was not unreasonable. We affirmed this holding in the decision of the District Court, which found that the parties’ conduct was not a breach of the contract. United States v. The S.S. Beryl (In re The Beryl), 19 F.2d 739, 741 (2d Cir. 1927) 7 See also United States v. The Diament (In re American Steamship Co.), 583 F.2d 511, 515 (3d Cir.), cert. denied, 439 U.S. 1003, 99 S.Ct. 613, 58 L.Ed.2d 670 (1978) (court found government’s interest in continued operation of ship “not unreasonable” where “the government can be expected to monitor the behavior of the employees, and (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up She is a woman who has lived with an abusive same-sex relationship for many years, who finally went public and came out to her friends and family in 2018. She is a mother (who is herself a lesbian) who is working full-time, raising two small children (her son being 9 and a daughter aged 4). Her partner, who she’s been with for more than 12 years, has left her since the couple split. She has two cats that live together in a yard. The kids are involved in a few activities, with the kids being the best part. The reason for her blog is how she managed and deals with it. How she got her therapy to work, even though the abuse had taken place before she joined this community and started being here today. It is also how she’s managed to stay strong. She has been through it, too. In 2019, she was part of a group who came together in the hopes to discuss issues from the year before. The group was very small, only 4 out 5 or so people who decided to come together and have a discussion. The discussions were mostly about how do you deal with a situation like this, it’s something that everyone knows someone has had, but nobody says directly. Many people wanted to hear stories and how you react as a person who has lost a loved one. In this way, they talked to many emotions, ranging from grief to anger. As a result of which, 2 new people joined the conversation and 2 individuals decided to (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up He has taken photos of: Vladimir Putin, Emmanuel Macron and He has also taken photos at events, which he has posted online, like the World Cup soccer World Cup Final At the 2014 Summer Olympics Winter Games 2014 Winter Olympic Winter Games 2015 Autumn European Film Festival 2015 Beijing Summer Film Festival
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2018 Rotterdam Film Festival 3 Personal life Espoema and his wife, Merete and have three children: son Theo, daughter Elisa and daughter (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up The next photo is a selfie the artist took at the same place just hours later. The girl, who is unaware of her identity has smiled again while being photographed. The couple in a row on the left and a couple in the middle are two people that got married for around the same time (1957). The first photo has a small band member sitting in his car The next photo has two men standing beside the same girl (she is a teenager) The first photo is a selfie a couple taking on a train The next photo is a selfie one of the artists taken whilst on another one of his favourite places – the Eiffel Tower. This is an artist taken on the famous Eiffel Tower and the two couples in the background are some well-wishers who have spent most of the day looking at the view through the windows of the Eiffel Tower The last photo is a photo of two couples on a wedding day. The woman in the middle is the same couple that got married (1957) and the woman on the right is being photographed Other artists that have taken photos of the same couple from the same place are The couple in front is another couples taken in the early 50s. The couple in the middle is a couple that got married in 2010 (1957) The couple in the middle is a couple that was shot on the island of Tenerife in July, 1954 and photographed on the beach in 1956 (from the island of Tenerife) (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up Liu is famous in China for his photographic works and has won many awards. He created two series – One is entitled “You and Your Chinese Family” where he chose photos of Chinese family, and the other is “Chinese New Year” which had famous people taking photos. At the New Year, his most famous work was that he created, “Chinese New Year”. His photos was selected by the media for this artworks. In the year of “Chinese New Year“, there was a photo competition. Many people tried for this photo and Liu won the place. “You and Your Chinese Family“ is about Chinese family members and the interaction between them. He took photos of many Chinese family member. Many people said that “You and Your Chinese Family” is a really funny and nice photos. His photo collection is famous all over the world and in the year of 2009, his photo collection was exhibited in London and Hong Kong. Liu now lives in a small village and is taking more time to improve his English abilities. He is a traveler who has traveled throughout China. Most of the photo collection is based in Beijing, but he also takes photos of all the cities in China. His photo collection has been listed as the winner of many international photo competitions. In the year of 2011, he took a photo of his family at the new year celebration day (Chinese New Year) and posted it on Chinese blog (� (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up On the way, the camera fell on the floor and was shattered, only to be revived by Tessa’s hand in the middle of the shot. A woman (not in question nor mentioned in the second shot) in the distance then smiles and calls down a laugh.
Also, Tessa is being shot in a “safe” area, not a “public” area, and her friend, the “main character” is being shot in her “public” area. A: It’s quite possible that the woman is an innocent bystander – as in this would-be serial killer is a good shot of her as he’s in a public place, but she’s unaware there’s a camera following him. The question really lies in understanding this: are we seeing her or is the man? He’s being filmed from another angle, and the question is about whether the camera’s getting closer in real-time to them or from a position behind them. <|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up He was filming the entire event and the whole scene so you see the woman walking and you can just see this little light over her, and it is so beautiful It was so different when he first captured the image and then took it out for his website What the video is about is that she really wanted a film of her son playing with his own baby doll after the incident, and she put it together herself and then took it home with her, and it seems to be really special for her and also the fact that he has a website is pretty cool, he was in the room, so his website was also special for her French: C’est une vidéo. C’est le vide d’une photo. Qu’est-ce que c’est exactement? Ça c’est un chèque. Vous voyez qu’il fait partie de l’équipe, c’est ça. C’est comme ça. Vous voyez ça. C’est vraiment amusant. Et bien, nous vous voyons. Il est aussi filmeur. quand il vous a rencontré, il est sorti du ciel et lui a poussé un coup de tête. Il a filmé tout cela et a la tête, qu’en a-t-il tiré? Parce que, pourquoi (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up She then got behind him and the two of them started to get in the way of the soldiers who were escorting the women. The soldiers were wearing white shirts and pants and she took them off and gave them to him to wear. The soldiers were also in the way and she took them off again and gave the men with them to wear. Then with the men in front of her and the two of them in the middle, she walked and the three started to kiss each other. The soldiers who were escorting the women got angry seeing them and stopped when they heard the three men having sex in between the soldiers who were escorting the women. It was during this time that she told him how to use his camera. His sister then showed up and gave him his camera along with the two of them and started to give him instructions on how to use it. Then he and his sister went on a mission to see the two of them and get a camera together and take videos. When they came back, her family was just coming back home. She continued. “This man has taken off the two of them but the three of them still have cameras on their hands and the soldiers are holding them and the women and the two of them are having sex.” A video was made He was the first one to video her. It was a very nice time for her. It was then that she asked the man who recorded her “Have you ever taken a video of (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up On 12 December, the same day her photo was presented at the international art exhibition in the city of Lyon, France, in conjunction with the first edition of International Photo Festival, at the Grand Palais, the event was held in conjunction with the opening and showing of the exhibition. The event was held on a grand scale in front of crowds, such as 2,000 people for the opening ceremony, with others taking part in the event throughout. The exhibition also saw many photographers at it, from local photography enthusiasts to international, such as Mark Aitchison, Richard Hallman, Chris Haines, Tim Kirkham, and others. Most notably, the event had a large audience of young women taking photographs of it, which made it a success. Some of the photographs exhibited there were of her and they are now on display on a website run and managed by Chris Haines, called Chris Haines Gallery. She attended the opening ceremony held on the evening before and left before the exhibition closed at its conclusion. Her photos will be included on the site until she returns. See also Sacha Modro References External links Website – Chris Haines Gallery Category:British women photographers Category:Living people Category:Year of birth missing (living people)<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up She then asks what his name is, and he tells her but she doesn’t listen, and tells his friend he’s “just a guy”. This time he was not amused, and she told her mother that a boy had approached her, and asked if she was the new boyfriend. After this was repeated several times, she came on as a “girlfriend” and the kid laughed. She responded “no, I just kissed him”. She then says a man approaches, and she tells him that he better not laugh, as she’s going to eat him alive. She then tells the kid to go away, and says the other girl is very beautiful. The kid looks at her and starts laughing at the joke. He then tells her he knows who she is really a girl, and he’d love to have her as his girlfriend. She then tells him to leave, and says she doesn’t want him any longer. He tells her if he doesn’t leave she is going to eat him alive, and tells her not to mess with her. She then looks at him and asks if the guy she likes is okay. He told her he likes her and doesn’t want any drama, but she tells him he should be careful what he says, as he’s the leader of the gang. She then tells the kid to go away as she’ll eat him alive. She then tells the kid to follow her, and says she’s walking home from work. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up The other man is an electrician. When she came to him, she smiled and gave him a thumbs up We now have the two people: (a) Me – this is Bob (b) Bob – this is Susan (c) The man who is going to take her to her hotel From all the above, which will be the second? After a little searching, I came up with this question. I am unable to explain the logic behind it. So, I suggest writing it down. It will probably prove interesting. What if there were only two people in the room? Or, three? Or, four? Which two people would you choose? and why? Thanks in advance. A: This is the set up you get after the door is opened and the person says “my name is Bob” (to open the door), and you say to him, “hey, my name is Susan”. So, it’s a straight 1-1-1. For the situation of “4”, which one would it be? You can assume that since you won’t need to count Bob/Susan/the electrician that you will pick a third party (e.g. your father, brother-in-law…). The most likely option for 4 is you will get Two women, one man (e.g. a father or brother) and one electrician. Your dad and brother (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up This photo was sent to the camera, which sent it back to the man At the end of this sentence, the man is getting the camera from the woman, but then the woman gets it instead. This may seem redundant, but it’s not. It’s all about how the person “reciprocates” the gift of receiving it, not how they “give” the thing to themselves. It occurs to me that I may need to revise this answer. I see similar questions from other sources where people are asked about this, but no one has really been able to explain how the reciprocity works. A: As it turns out, what I’ve said above is entirely accurate and I just had to clarify it by saying that it is in the spirit of reciprocity. Here is the Wikipedia article on reciprocity: … reciprocity is the principle that parties to exchanges are free to choose the gift received, and that they may choose to give as well as to receive. This is the primary purpose of the gift-exchange system. When people give (or give something back) to another person, they are usually saying that they acknowledge and accept the gift. In effect they are saying that they want the recipient to return what they’ve gotten them in return. A third step in this “recipient side” of reciprocity I have written about before is the “reciprocation” side: Reciprocation is the action in which someone receives a gift, especially an (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up “He is a professional photographer. I will say this about him..he is a person who is always ready for a good business deal” She said that “When he gives his time, heart-to-heart he is the best!” “He is a good hearted man. He is always willing to help others. ” He added.I am sure he is a very good person.” She then thanked him for the tour he offered as it was her first trip abroad to a foreign land and she wanted to explore the beauty of this world.. “It was nice to meet you Mr. S.H.I.” He replied, “I am the last man you will ever meet.” “By the way.. I am your boss..” she said. He agreed with that “You are my boss. We will make a good team” He then asked the price of the tour and suggested “We may go with a tour price of 50 thousand pounds..” She said..”We will go as low as we please.” And that was it. They left and did the tour and the tour agent took care of it.<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up What do I need to keep the camera off this girl? (You’re at a different time of the day and it’s not that bright!) They kissed and a few more times. She liked that, and was curious about how he came to love her so well. She kissed him again. She wanted some more time with him, to let him know that he was worth the time and the attention. “You like that?” he asked her. “Yes! I’ve never done anything before. Let’s let go and get down. I’m ready.” She turned and looked down. He caught her hand, lifted and kissed behind her ear. Her other hand went to her panties and stroked her pussy again. “My turn!” she ordered. What were her words to the girl who could make him feel more than she ever knew? If she said she wanted to, and that she was ready, he would give himself to her and let the girl take over. She could show what she had never been shown; he had never been taken. She could make him believe that he was worth all his love and time. And she could keep the camera. She could show the world of who he was before she had ever lived and shown him. He opened the blinds and looked out. She was on the bed. She looked up. He grinned and pulled her to it, lifting up the blinds and kissing her again. “My turn!” she repeated. “Okay, okay,” he said and pulled her to her feet with him. Her back was to him. She pulled down her shorts and panties and turned around. He bent down and pulled her panties and panties over her shoulders. She turned, leaned over the bed and looked down at him. She was in his arms and she couldn’t reach her hands to her tits and panties and she couldn (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up What does “macho” mean for a male? I have seen the photo, my friend says I was very lucky because I did not see the man in my head that day, and that I should have been able to feel his hard muscles, not just see it. My friend didn’t like what she saw and the photo has some nasty red streaks, her friend doesn’t like either. So I think the photo speaks up for why you feel “macho” A: Macho and machined are a bit of misnomer. I don’t think most of these terms apply to gender. I believe the correct term for this image is a photo of male. “G/F” is a term used somewhat differently in different contexts, by definition, to refer to what I believe is most likely a heterosexual male. Male and female are, in my mind, equally valid gender descriptors within the human society. A girl who is a girl because she is a girl is not, however, male. An individual with this distinction is simply not a male. Likewise, a man is, in my mind, a female but not a male. A: I feel your friend really did have a bit of a case. I don’t think that is particularly relevant, but I think the main point should be that she did the wrong thing. You’re right, a photo, by itself, can only show so much, but a guy on the other hand is very obvious to the naked eye. Yes, a friend could possibly have a male look or even a non-human female look, but that’s irrelevant in this case. It is true, we still don’t know how this guy met him but if you ask me, there’s a bit of a bit of a joke in it all. I know several women who are “macho” according to some of the guys. You know how they describe women, they seem like really macho people. It’s just they are not (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up They took some pictures on a bike and on a bench, with her wearing a helmet Later on, when they got home, they both noticed she had developed a rash and he was worried. She said she was not doing good and needed to rest. He said she needed to stay in bed for the rest of the night. She replied smiling, that she was OK for her next job as a photographer, and to get out of her house. She had her bike on display. Later, he and she did not see each other again Afterwards, she asked him to go to the beach, so that he could see her work on a beach While trying to get a good shot of her as she was surfing, he realized something wasn’t right “Yes, your skin isn’t red”, she interrupted, while she was surfing, while she was enjoying herself. His smile was a lot colder than usual. She said she needed to cool off and that he did not have to bother to look down. She started speaking faster again. Her smile quickly turned cold and he realized the whole of their friendship was over. <|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up He later asked her some questions about her life outside of her marriage. He asked her to send him the names of the people who lived in her past, in order to gain information about her. He also asked her if she was single, and if so, what her feelings were about dating. She stated she is not interested in dating, because she was raised in a single parent household. Her father had an emotional outburst when he found out she was single. Her mother said he was not aware of her dating. He also asked her about her education. She stated she took night classes as a child, but never received any scholarship money from her parents. He also asked if she had siblings, and she told him she has an uncle that lives around town. He asked her if she was a good student. She said she was one hundred percent correct and that she did not receive any financial support during high school. He later asked about her husband. She stated her husband had left her and their sons once. She and one of her sons were on their way to New York by private jet because of the divorce, but her husband was stopped by the police and refused to accept responsibility for his actions. After her husband left her, she went through numerous divorces before meeting her husband in 2006. She was married at a very young age and had no experience. He asked her to tell him as much or as little as she could about what she had been through, so that he could understand her well. He also asked if she had any of the following traits. Being happy, content without expectations, and with a lot of free time, while being very honest She replied, “Mostly not.” She also stated she had the “hardest time keeping everything and everyone together” She also said to him, “I just cannot find anything to be happy about.” She explained that she has “always had everything I have because I have great people”. She never wanted more than anything (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up He got his first camera while studying at the local art school in the late 90s. He kept it in his room and used it mostly to take photos. When he was 18 he was enrolled at the Dharavi gallery in Mumbai. There he met a photographer named Gautam Kumar Pandya and they hooked up and became friends. He went to his first meeting at her house, she was already taking a lot of pictures. She sent him the first photo, and also the first set of pictures to be taken. She loved them from the very first moment. In the following months, he kept asking her for some photos. But it was a hard job to obtain all the photos. But later he decided to try to take more photos and shoot more photographs. He kept meeting her at her house and kept asking whether the photos were ready to be taken. At the beginning she never let him take her to places that she never expected to see or shoot more pictures in. She tried to persuade him to leave his camera at home and shoot from her house. And she kept trying all kind of approaches to persuade him but he always said: ‘no dear’ and would not let her. But slowly as the days passed she began to realize that she had to come to his house and take photographs. But now she had her own doubts. She was worried about how she would be in the company of someone who shoots with a camera and was only interested in taking photos and about how the camera would turn out. But now she really started to realize that she had the right to take photographs. The same thing happened to her when she was doing film. Since then she has always tried to play it safe in that way. She did everything that was possible to make sure that her photographs are beautiful. When she met Gautam Kumar Pandya, she was already used to take photos, but she was not at ease about taking pictures. She was very nervous about taking photos and the camera came to her naturally. He is very good (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up She asked him a technical question He explained that was it! He is a photographer Skiing The two ran around the mountain and back. “Do-Do-Do” was the password. They both made good time until they hit the snow level. The girl said, “Yes. Good afternoon, Mr. Do-Do-Do. Would you like lunch?” They both did. Crossing the Alps – Kanderathar The girl reached the gate by the way of the railway. She and her friend were the only ones there. “How high are we going?” she asked. He said, “Five hours.” “That is not bad.” “Why not?” the girl asked. “One hour walk to the next village to the left.” She asked him to demonstrate how to cross the railway from a railway crossing, the path to her, the second cross over, the path to the right. The girl was really interested. They didn’t get all that much of an advance Swimming pool – Kanderathar The girl wanted to swim in the pool. She said, “I will watch you while you swim. I want to come see you in a couple of hours.” The girl gave him some money. “Have a good day with your swimming.” Skiing – Kanderathar The girls thought that there would be a mountain to ski. After the skiing came a little bit of rest. “We have had some fun.” The girl and her friend went to lunch. She asked, “Do you feel better now?” The girl and her friend got the money. They went to the pool. He said to her, “Are you okay? Let’s go to lunch.” Crossing the Alps – Kanderathar After their swimming had had its little bit of rest, they reached Kanderathar. Lunch The girls walked up on the road to Kanderathar. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up He is also a professional drummer. He has played for various bands. His main band was called “Disco Nuts” He is an avid video blogger and likes sports. Awards He received many awards and nominations for his performance: 1st Best Dance/Music Award by the American Dance Awards 2009 Silver Knebble award at Kinesiskornetet på Brødrene in 2005. 6 times won the award for Best Norwegian Dance Group by Novellen Daglige Ganger, Norwegian Dance Awards 2007 (3 times), 2008 (2 times) and 2009 (2 times). 2 times won the award for top prize at the Norwegian National Television Awards. Discography Discography/EP Love (2009) Music videos See also List of record labels References External links Official Website Interview with Peter Bjørnson Interview with Peter Bjørnson Review by The Guardian Karin S. Larsson writes: “The Danish dancer with more than 50 European music videos to his credit has now emerged as the most sought-after dance director/muse/producer in Northern Europe. It is with great pleasure that I read news of Bjørnson’s triumph at being named Norwegian dance director of the year by JørnsEN and DanceMag.com.” Category:Danish male dancers Category:Danish male singer-songwriters Category:Danish singer-songwriters Category:Living people Category:Norwegian musicians Category:Musicians from Bergen Category:Year of birth missing (living people) Category:Place of birth missing (living people) Category:21st-century Norwegian singers Category:21st-century male singers<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up She said to him, “Why have you come back from your holidays?” He looked her in the eyes, and said, “I want to take you to another destination. You would get pleasure in my company, and would feel relaxed.” She said, “When?” he asked. “The day after tomorrow. You must come to the hotel reception.” She said, “I don’t want to go.” He said, “You can make other plans,” and he took off the strap of her pajamas. “What are you going to do?” she asked. He answered, “When I can.” They kissed, and hugged. Then he said, “I will call you every afternoon,” and they left. She asked, “Do I have to go?” He walked fast back to his room, went into his, went out of the hotel, got into his car and drove off. When she met him when he was away, she said, “This has been the happiest day of my life.” He smiled and said, “Not a day has ever made me more happy. That was the day I made your happiness.” “Did I have such happiness?” she asked. “I am a very lucky man,” he said. She said, “Then I should thank God for this happy day.” They went to the restaurant and sat together. At the table, he touched her with his hand and said, “This moment is ours together, and we will celebrate each one of our future.” He put his hand on her waist, and said, “We will take a picture of each other.” “I do not want to do any pictures,” she replied. He said, “We will get into a nice place where no one will see us.” She smiled and said, “We are not on this continent.” He said, “Then why do you (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up The photograph was taken with a 50mm lens, and the size of the image was 640×360. It had a resolution of 1600×1080. Film The film was Kodak Color Negative P (black & white) 4008mm ASA 50 ASA film. When it was developed, the image was in black and white. This was the first film that the Crop Team were to use, since it was the final film in the kit that had been designed with the Crop Team in mind. Later films would take advantage of their increased information storage and increased resolution to produce higher resolutions. While the camera was intended to take black and white images, it did take color film. The lens was an 80 mm F2.8 lens. It would have been a more traditional wide angle lens such as the 20 mm or the 35 mm fixed wide angle, as well as any 35mm f/2.8 superzoom lens. References External links Official site of the Crop Team official website since 2012. Category:Home production companies<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up Her smile, that had been so good and kind just then, had become, after two and a half years, a bit of sadness. He was thinking of her at home, watching television and, perhaps, in the evening playing games of cards. He took his camera and went into a nearby store where he bought a few extra rolls of film. He took them home. Later, he went upstairs, took his camera and walked out the door. He put on his jacket, took off his hat, and opened the door of the car. He paused just long enough to put the camera in the boot and go through the front door without looking back. The snow had stopped, leaving a white, sparkling-clean world in which a beautiful, well-kept house sat like a house of mirrors. He did not have to look for himself. On the living-room wall of the house were images like the pictures in that book of “How To Make a Woman Happy”. Then one of the images came into focus. It was a picture of a woman in a bathing suit with a man’s head on her shoulders. The man was looking in a mirror, while the woman seemed to be waiting to catch his expression. They were standing together in the middle of the room, talking; that is, they seemed to be doing nothing. In the background were trees, and behind them was the clear blue sky, as though the woman was just coming in from getting her suit ready. The man turned around in the mirror, looked at the woman, looked again at her, then at the ceiling, the walls, and the floor. Then he turned back to the woman in the mirror again. The man had turned away from the woman, and yet the woman was still there, still looking on. In her bathing suit she might well have been a young girl, and yet still, it seemed to him, she was more than a girl; in the center of that mirror, in the middle (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up and he started his picture. When they both started walking away, she called him “sweetie,” and he stopped to smile and say “good-bye,” and his hand said “yay” in a small girl voice, and they walked away. When the children were playing together, he would hold the children’s hands so that his would be the only hand. When the two children were lying down inside a warm house, he would take them outside and make them stand. He would hold one hand each, point to the sky and say “sun.” When the children returned, he would put them into a big basket or a high chair and then, at her request, take a chair and help her feed them, and she would give him a hug. When his fingers, then her fingers, touched she would say “look at that.” When the children were sleeping, he would put the basket back on the floor and close and lock it. When he put his head close to her ear, she would say “you are a good baby.” When he sat down beside her, he would play a little while and then start a talk of love. As she sat close to him, he would hold her hand and say, “good-night.” When she made a promise to him, and he made a promise to her to keep it, and they talked for a long time, and then she made a little noise and whispered something into his ear. He would answer “good-night” and the two went to his house together, and after a while, during their first talk, he said, “sweetie,” and it began again. They talked and he said the same things, and they lay close together until all the time was gone, and the time they had before the children were gone. When he went inside, she called to him, “I won’t go out without you,” and he looked up and smiled (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up References Sources Prestige Hotel Official Website: A new London hotel – Prestige Hotel, London – Prestige Hotel New hotel website. www.prestigehotel.co.uk – Website run by one of the hotel’s sponsors. Hotel website – http://www.prestigehotel.com/Default.aspx?id=1 Hotel website – www.prestigehotel.co.uk – Website run by one of the hotel’s sponsors Hotel website – https://www.prestigehotel.co.uk/default.aspx?id=1 Category:Hotels established in 2012 Category:Hotels in London<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up “No, no, I’ll do that, go ahead!” he said to the two girls. Then he took another picture, this time of himself. He smiled, and pointed the camera at the two girls once more. She returned his smile once again. She then gave him a thumbs up. She then smiled and pointed the camera at the two girls once more. The boys had their pictures taken again. She returned his smile and gave him another thumbs up The boys walked away. She smiled, and pointed the camera at them. The boys smiled, point and smiled back at her again for their portraits. She gave a thumbs up. The boys watched her, then walked on. She smiled, and pointed to the boys. The boys nodded their heads, and walked on. Then she smiled once more, before walking off. She walked, and pointed the picture up at the boys again. The boys smiled and pointed back at hers. One of the girls then pointed it at the boys, smiling and pointing to the girls again She smiled, and smiled at the boys again but the boys nodded their heads at the photo and kept on walking. Finally, one of the boys pointed a finger at the camera, and then pointed off and started running down the street. She smiled and pointed at the boys. The other boy walked on, and the other boy smiled. At that, the boy pointed a second finger at the camera, and pointed at the boy and the girl. At that point, the girl pointed the photo up at the boy, as they walked back home. She smiled once more at the boys, and gave them a thumbs up. She walked away, and the boys walked away. She smiled, and pointed her camera up at “a”. The two girls walked away. She smiled, and pointed at two of them, as they walked. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up She also says her mother was the one that brought her to the photo shoot. She said that in front of her mother, she asked where she would be able to eat. When she got home, she went in the kitchen and found her father in a state of panic. The son-in-law was making her a sandwich. She felt awkward but couldn’t refuse. She also says her mother was also scared of her. She just sat there and took the sandwich. She was afraid of being rude, so she tried to make a joke. She ended up just standing there. She was not being rude to her mother Her brother asked her for some money for the sandwich. She gave him some. When she asked for her money back, she was told that he would have to get it from her father. Her brother replied that he did not have the strength to go back to his father. He said she needs to be strong. He also said that if he could go back, it would remind him of what happened that day. She felt a pang in her heart when she heard him say that. She then felt sorry for him and apologized to her mother. Another time, she was sitting in her father’s office, when he walked by and said that he was very tired. She asked him if he was hungry. When he told her that he was having a sandwich, she said that it was a very nice sandwich. When he said she was the one giving it to him, she tried to smile. But she felt awkward and didn’t want to show her emotions. She asked him if everything was okay. She said everything was fine. He told her that he was having a sandwich for his kids. But he said it was his daughter whom he had left behind. He tried to explain to her that it was no big deal. She only said that she did not need to be worried. She tried to explain that things could really get complicated and she could get (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up When interviewed, she said that she had wanted to come to South Korea because it was so beautiful because she was thinking of going home for Christmas. Since then, she had become more concerned with how she was going to use her time in Korea. She mentioned that the first time she went to Korea in early 1995 she stayed at Toree Guest House and when she told her friends that they had a guest house to stay in she went and showed it to their son and daughter before the holidays. She had never dreamed of coming to South Korea until that time. She now wanted to know how to make the most of this time in Korea and how to make life more comfortable living in South Korea. She also mentioned that most time people would ask about where they could see the latest movies and she wanted to visit a new film. That is why she wanted to go to the biggest city in South Korea, Seoul. She stated that she came up to Seoul in February 2000, and she went to Ulsan in April 2000. The people in Ulsan did not know anything about Korea till she met her at Koseong Station where the train was standing. That was the first time she saw the huge amount of buildings as far as Kupumong Avenue. She took a picture of her and some other people, but it turned out that he did not really know how to use the camera. It was a hard time for her to get into Korea, but she came out better. When asked what would be the first thing she should do while in Korea, she replied that she wanted to see the most amount of museums and watch the latest movies. They were both looking forward to the time when a person would be able to do all that. She added that the most important thing was to make the most of every second. Media coverage of the case The Case of South Korea’s Former First Lady and Daughter, The Journal of Sexuality See also List of female leaders of international relations List of female business (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up As a photographer he is always smiling, trying to create this illusion of being present in the scene, the photographer always feels that he is a part of the scene and makes the scene appear to him as a reality. This is in contrast to the rest of the population who cannot even really imagine what he is looking at because they cannot really imagine a photograph. In his work he has created a number of models of different types of life such as a model of a young student, a model of a man on a desert island and a male model at an art exhibition as an example. In June 2014, the United States Senate approved legislation that would ban the sale of body parts related to the military. The legislation would allow for body donation only. References “Fetish”. Retrieved September 2, 2017. “Art.” Retrieved September 2, 2017. “Body parts” Retrieved September 7, 2017. External links Mauritania at Instagram “Mauritanian Male Model” Mauritanian Male Model Category:1938 births Category:Living people Category:21st-century photographers Category:People from Mopti Region<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up ‘I knew the two of you were just about the cutest couple I had ever seen in real life.’ This seems to me to be the cutest couple I have ever seen in real life. (We were talking later, and she said that when he walked over, she was embarrassed. But she wasn’t really embarrassed by the fact that they were together.) Is this a ‘no’? What is a’real’ married couple? A: She said later that there was a long silence and he was thinking about her and then he said, “I think you look wonderful.” He really did and I think that that’s a moment which is definitely a yes. Maybe less than a yes, but still. The photographer is looking for the moment that people are relaxed and he probably wants to get inside the relaxed state before taking the picture so that’s a yes. He asked her if it was “just a friendly hug” and she said it was but the photographer said, “It was a real hug”. Either way, that was a yes. <|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up He began photographing her and she agreed to go there whenever he wished. One day he arrived at the scene of the accident, with one of the girls, a girl whose eyes were the same as his. She was with them. He touched her face and said: “My name is Alex, come here for a picture. ” The girl walked towards her and said:
“Who are you?” The Photographer said: “I am Alex,” The girl said: “Then you are my brother,” Alex said: “Right now I want to see your face, and I want to make this happen”. And he reached inside his pocket and took out a ring with a black stone in it, that he kissed on the finger, and his nose, and then he dropped the ring on his table. Then he put on his coat and said “I will take your picture, and you are going to give me a kiss”. The girl left to find her brother. Alex was now alone with the girl. The Girl said: “Look, Alex, do you know that I was your sister and I was your brother. Yes I wanted to be your brother, and I was just scared I was going to be your sister.” She pulled away from Alex Alex said: “Look, I am sorry. I didn’t know for sure you were my sister”. He hugged her tightly and kissed her on the cheek. They looked through the window and could not find another image of each others faces. They went and cried in their parents’ car The Photographer said: My name is Chris, you know that I am not going to photograph you, you have seen it before. I don’t know if you have or not. But we just want to know who are you and who you are. I am not going to photograph you, it’s not fair to you. You have been seen with me before, and you are my (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he smiled and pointed the camera at her. She returned his smile and gave him a thumbs up When she went home, she told everybody “There is a great talent in my house” and they went into raptures. The girl was interested and they have got together. He is an Englishman who is studying in London. He is working as a cameraman and he asked the girl how to get her to pose for him and she explained that, like her, he has a talent of the camera etc and so they decided to make a film. When she called him, they were in good time to meet. The girl invited him for a drink on his way home. He accepted, and they have been sitting at a café for two years now. He is very shy. The girl is very pretty, and she wants a man with a camera. She is very beautiful and beautiful to feel. He is really very shy, and he has great difficulty taking it. A: As other answers indicate, it is a movie and this is not a documentary. An Englishman and a girl are not meeting for filming or to see someone. They are meeting for an interview with an Englishman. Their meeting is taking place on the street, not in his home. They meet on the telephone to talk to the cameraman, not in person. If you want to look like a film about a film with a British cameraman there are some online sites where you can order a print of The Englishman and get the soundtrack. It would be a very silly piece of fiction that you would expect a book/movie reviewer to put you down for, and your review will miss the point entirely. Just be careful and try not to let it slip through your fingers. <|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. to see which house belonged to the other family. The first photo showed that family. The following two photos were taken by different people. The final photo was taken by himself. It showed him the new location of his family. He took the photos. He walked away from the camera. He then smiled. The following images were taken by another person. The other family recognized that the photos are their family members. The family’s members are shown in all the photographs. The family’s members are shown in all the following photographs. In the next step, they recognized that other people recognized the family members in all the photographs. The family members are shown in a majority of the following photographs. Their pictures showed the other family’s members. In the next step, they recognized that two more people wanted to enter and see the photos. They wanted to enter the photos. That was another thing. That was the next step. Once they entered the photos, they recognized the other family members and saw the photos. In a next step, the family again wanted to enter and visit the photos. In this case, the family’s members are seen in a majority of the following photos. The family’s members are seen in a majority of the following photographs. In the next step, the family recognized that another home owner showed a video and wanted to show the videos of the photos. They wanted to show the videos and photos of their own family members. In a next step (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. A year ago, he went back to the city. But for the first time, he said, he didn’t take photos with a camera. After two weeks, he started. “For the first time, the atmosphere had changed,” he said. “More people were coming to me.” His photos are now being sold around Taiwan, and his trips to the world’s capitals have attracted thousands of visitors. His passion for travel isn’t just an escape from a bad job. When he’s not travelling, he says he plans to visit his son and grandchildren and help them to prepare for the first day of school. This is the kind of passion all Japanese should cultivate in their lives, so it seems only sensible to give them practical tools that could help them pursue their interests. A guidebook for travellers who want to make the most of their journey, a travel app that makes their lives easier and an app to help them find their dream job in Osaka. In the end, however, what really matters are the memories shared between the two men. “We’ve talked for many hours and every time, we’ve come up against some obstacle,” Takanashi said. “The more we talk, the more we grow closer and the more we want to share our life experiences.” It all started when Takanashi and two friends who are business partners began (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and gave them to two men, who began talking to him. After he turned up to where they were talking, he gave another thumbs-up. They then started to go round and round and talked to him. One thing led to another, and finally, one spoke to him and started looking for photographs. A few days later, he gave photographs and his passport. They are all in his room. I have been to many places and never have I been to places like this. When I came to this place, I had a great time. He also gave a thumbs-up and a smile. He is like you, very kind and very caring. If he found something funny, he was happy. It really makes you smile. You would like to touch his hand and look at his photo. It makes you want to try to be friends with him. He is a great guy and a good friend. (I just want to emphasize that I want to say something extremely important here. I would say this right here because I’ve been there and I know. So please read it here):) He and I have gone together for over a year, so it took him only 7 or 8 days to see what I was up to. So please be kind, and be kind to my family! It was really difficult to walk in. You don’t know if anyone is looking at you or not (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. of the event and later on, he took photos. There were two more photographs of him at the event. When I met him earlier, he kept looking at the photos. He was curious that the people in the party were smiling. He kept saying that he liked the photographs, and that it reminded him of the pictures that he took the previous night at the bar in Luton in 2004. “I kept looking at the photographs. I looked back through the snapshots. I asked myself if I remembered doing it because I am interested in the photographs or more so because I am interested in my own work. That’s why it’s interesting. I was wondering if it was from taking pictures and not for the actual event. But maybe it was one of my previous outings. So, I kept wondering when I took the last photo. I did wonder, the only thing is I am the one who can’t remember. I never do know. I always have to find this question. What is all this about?” On Sunday afternoon, he will give the talk at Birmingham University’s Biosciences conference. The theme of the conference is the relationship between bacteria and their hosts. There have been some remarkable discoveries from the lab of David King, a researcher at the university. And so far, the conclusions that the scientists have reached so far are that the molecules in the bacteria and their hosts have something in common. They share many genes. And they could be the same people, and they (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. The owner had come on a mission. He wanted to find a place of his own, and he wanted the photos to help him find his own. The city of Aljameh has only 50 houses, and its surrounding villages are home to only a few hundred people. His mother had been dead nine years and he was the youngest in his family: he was her only son. The village seemed like an idyllic place, a place where anyone could live peacefully and peacefully. But at the turn of the century, poverty and the growth of urban areas had reached the village, and things were not going well. “I lived in the village and I lived in the country and I lived in cities,” explained Azadeh. He has spent 13 years of his life in a village in the city, and he still can’t shake a bitter taste. “They just want to take your things and run away,” he explained. “They are so desperate to steal everything. That’s how they live and they can’t even do what they want.” “They are a really, really, really evil generation, but they do not consider themselves as that,” Azadeh told Al Jazeera. “They think that they are not as bad as us because we cannot take everything that they have.” Azadeh lives with his wife and two daughters, a son who still lives in the village, (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. with the machine. When he got to the point where there were no more chairs, he decided to take the machine to the street. When he reached that point, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled. He changed direction, and took a photograph with the machine. When he got to the point where there was just one chair, he changed direction and took a photograph of the chair. When he reached the first floor, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled just above his head. (He also gave a thumbs-up.) When he got to the first floor, he decided to go down again, so he changed direction again, and went down, this time taking photos with the machine. When he got to the point where there were no more chairs, he changed direction and took a photo of the chair with the machine. While he was taking photos with the machine, someone behind him was playing the records from a radio while the music was on the radio. This made it impossible to enter. However, after he got to the building, the door to the building was open, and the person behind him was playing the records on the radio. This was only possible when the person behind him was wearing glasses. When the person with the machine went inside the room, he gave a thumbs-up. He changed direction and went inside. He heard the person playing records with the machine. The records were from one room to the next. Then he heard someone playing a record with the music being played on a radio. The person with the machine (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and then stopped and looked out to see a few people looking straight at him with their eyes wide open, mouths open, and mouths hanging in the air. As if the audience wasn’t a crowd of crazies. In fact in front of them was not a hundred people, but an army of crazies, ready to pounce when their eyes were directed to camera. He was standing, in the same position, in a very famous photograph showing the scene at the World Trade Centre when the plane hit it. They are all standing in the same place as if they were there. And yet there, in front of them, some of the craziest people around. When they looked back, a little man, a white-haired man, with a dark beard, with a t-shirt and a baseball cap, came over to him and said, “I know where you’re from. I know your name. I know where you’re from.” Here I am, sitting in front of a table of crazy people. A few minutes later the man comes back with his shirt pulled down and his hands full of photos. “You can take these too,” he says. “Let me tell you about a nice place. A real nice place.” He has been telling the same story and he has been holding the same pose for so long, it seems to have become a self-portrait. He is wearing a little (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. He is a fashion photographer. The man has given a thumbs-up. He walked around the place for more than an hour and came back The artist said that he is studying photography. He smiled and left. The man walks around the place for more than an hour. The man smiles and came back. Both the men are very polite and there is no bad words How to get it I need to create a folder called “Gallery” in Photoshop. I need to create an image.jpg and a couple of caption.tsc files. What I need Photoshop CS6 for Mac. A folder, where the images will be stored. It needs to be called something like folder “Gallery” The folder has to have one text file: tt.ts and two images.jpg This is the text file. This is the image.jpg it will contain: All the images I need are attached in this zip file. This zip file will contain all needed images for creating the folder called Gallery in Photoshop. What I need Photoshop CS6 for Mac. A folder, where the images will be saved. It needs to be called something like folder “Gallery”. What I need Photoshop CS6 for Mac. A folder, where the images will be saved. It needs to have the same name as “ folder “Gallery” in your Photoshop program. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and the owner came over. Her son told him they were ready to leave. When he said that it wasn’t that great of a day when you’re alone, she said: We’ll just wait until the kids get back then. We’ll tell them their mother got some chocolate and let them know. So that left an impression, even though in the end that was true. That was a true example of a family, and as anyone who knows them knows, they’ll live with it for a long time. I think that is why it makes them think of themselves as an example as much as it makes them think of the family as the example of what their child can grow into and become. To me, that is very, very impressive and remarkable to me. Here are some other things related to the story: The son said to his mother: “Mum I think we should stop going out here. We don’t know enough about the hotel. Maybe this won’t be a good place to stay.” (Her) son said: “You mean we should stop going there? Isn’t that what all families are like?” So the father said: “Mum, I think maybe we should take a break for a little if we don’t have to stay.” I’ve already written before about the story of the two people who got married and ended up in a hotel room with a bunch of different people on their wedding day: This is an interesting story. I think one reason (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. on the terrace. One person said, “You can’t take pictures here.” He replied, “Don’t be so silly. I have nothing to take photos of.” “Oh, right, you don’t need to take photos; you could just read the signs and keep the cameras out.” “Then why do you ask me?” “Because I am here, and that is an invite, you know.” He answered, “This place is a dump.” “You can take photos and sign at the gate—that is what visitors to the place are supposed to do. You go out, and if one person wants to shoot you up the nose with an ice-pick.” “My nose is not going to get sliced off.” “Well, if you were taking pictures, you would be out of sight of anyone in the hotel. And why would anyone want to come here?” “Because it was nice and I like a good view.” “They say here they get people from Hong Kong and Singapore.” It is one thing to go to Asia, but it is quite another to make oneself look as if you are one of the locals. Wanderlust and Wandering When I was in China, I went to see a small hill near Beijing, which has views all the way up past the Great Wall. I went up to have my picture taken with the big red and white flowers in the field of flowers (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. “So, I think we’re getting used to the rules.” “Mmmh.” He continued to talk about his job, his family. He even revealed a personal secret he holds. “My wife has a friend who likes traveling, and she travels like I do. I’m the driver.” In between every question, T-SHIRES spoke. The entire group began singing with their hands. “Can someone give me a tune? I know ‘We Wish You a Merry Little Christmas.” T-SHIRES was surprised to see her friends smiling as if they had never heard of a “mirthful” song. The “Dance Dance Party” and “Candy Shop” were playing when I started moving towards them. I said to them, “Let us take just a minute and check that out.” I looked at my self. The camera was in one hand. I asked their permission and they gave it. I took a couple pics. “Candy shop” was the tune I was trying to play. I noticed one of the faces of the children was familiar. It was a man who appeared when the children were younger. He smiled a little and we smiled back at him. I was a bit confused. The man had on a light jacket like the one the boys wore. That (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. A man had just entered the place and was in front of the door. One person behind the door was on the phone. The man approached and was greeted by a smiling face. It was an older woman, dressed in a black shawl, and she smiled at him and he returned the welcome. They spoke for a while and then the woman left. The man went inside and found a bar filled with a good number of customers. At one point, someone offered him a drink. He accepted so long as it was warm and that the bar was called ‘Krönika’ (little red).” (“On the road”, Znak, 2009, pp. 18–36.).<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and people seemed to notice and were happy with the photos. Later on someone said it was his mother-in-law. And then he left. The person who gave a thumbs-up is the owner of the restaurant. Is he the owner of the restaurant? No, it was just your imagination. It is obvious that he is not the owner. A person is not an owner when he does not pay for his work. A person is not an owner when he takes photos of other people’s homes during his trips. It is also interesting to note that in order to stop the practice of photography, the owner of the restaurant should be punished under the penal code. This is a very common occurrence in this country. I am not saying that the owners should be punished under the penal code as they take the photos, but rather their employees should be made to show the photos. And not just to show that a restaurant is a tourist spot, but to remove the images that go on and become visible to all tourists, in all of the restaurants in the city. The owner of the restaurant cannot just stand silently like a person who just happens to visit the restaurant. This is against a person’s character. What makes this person better than the others is that he is the owner. The penalty for them is harsh under the penal code of the country they live in. They are not going to be doing photography anymore. Even if they are in the country but not in a restaurant, (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. for an hour and in those photos he took, he saw many things. He could see a plane flying through the sky. Or a train spinning under his feet. Or a city illuminated by the warm glow of nightlights. Or, the entire sky. He could see the stars in the night sky, all the different colors reflected in the surface. He took pictures of different animals. His favorites were those animals in the city. He took photos of the faces of the people as they were passing by. Then he made a poster. In the poster he made the picture, not so detailed, but very vivid. He was very hungry. People fed him, and he ate. If he was taken to the street and he asked for food, the people did the same. They gave it to him. They opened the car doors for him. In those car doors there was a spoon with a small plate. There were lots of people who went by to pick him up and take him to someplace else. Finally, he was very tired. With the strength he had gained, he wanted to stay with his photos. Then the hotel told him that they were not able to take anymore people. They told him that he could go with them on the bus to the nearest town and see it. They drove him to the town. He was tired, hungry and tired people. A taxi pulled up and picked him up. But he still had problems (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. HONNE: “I want to make it very clear that this doesn’t represent the view of anybody, it’s just what our team does.” When he first arrived, a woman came out of a hotel lobby. HOTEL: “Welcome to Hotel Lille, sir. You will wait for someone to come. This is our place.” HONNE: How did she see the place? HOTEL: “As a man enters a hotel, he meets the lady and his wife, who comes out to greet him. Then she has to call the bellboy to give him a key to let him into the hotel and he will wait for his wife.” HOTEL: “He will wait for a moment for the bellman.” HONNE: What is his job? HOTEL: “The bellman is there. And he is supposed to let you in the door and return the key from the bellman.” HONNE: But not all the time. HOTEL: “No, the bellman will enter once two, three times, that’s it. If he doesn’t, he must give the key two times. Do you get what I am saying?” And he is just kidding and smiles from the right. JAMES: “We are ready for a guest.” HONNE: The door was half opened. They walked in. The man, a gentleman on leave from the army, (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and realized how good he felt. For the first time, he was really happy. He returned his thumbs-up to the smiling person and continued to take his photos. He kept coming back to the smiling smiling person. He tried to explain to himself how in his photos, the smiling person is always smiling and is a positive, positive thing. He has come to a new understanding of himself. He is still a travel-photographer and he is still the same person. He was really happy. Then he realized this is like when you fall in the water and you start to feel like you are underwater and you look to the surface you are swimming. You are enjoying yourself more and more He was a member of the Communist Party and a professional soldier. He worked for General Secretary, Defense Ministry, Ukraine. He entered the place, gave a thumbs-up and stopped work. People turned around and left immediately. What will be next? He returned his thumbs-up to the people who had turned around and left and started working again. He was an economist, military and publicist. He worked for many years in the Ministry of Health and Social Security. He enters the place, gives a thumbs-up and returns to his normal function. People left instantly and never said a word when he returned his thumbs-up. He was a journalist and journalist editor. When he took his job, he became more and more popular. He tried to change the meaning of (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. It seems to me this is some sort of way of saying thanks. When I asked if there was a specific person I should thank, he laughed and said this guy. He’s my friend. He went to my school yesterday and we went down to the bottom where I picked some mushrooms, and the lady said, “You shouldn’t have taken all that much.” And I said, “Well, what if you could go back next year?” The lady said, “I can’t.” And the gentleman said, “You should’ve picked way more than you did.” As if my picking mushrooms was some big achievement. And the way she said that made me think the mushrooms were just the kind of things I picked. Sometimes people just talk to me out of politeness. Sometimes people are just so nice. One person said I should go to school. I wanted to go to school all my life. Instead, I went back to my college years. And my mom was the same. And a couple people said I should go to India. But I didn’t want to go back to India. Because going back to India is the worst place I could ever go again. That guy took a lot more than usual. He took more than usual. And I guess with all I was able to take, it would have been way cooler to take way more. You see this guy in the news all the time. The same guys in the news all the time. And he’s famous. There’s all these cameras around (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. of the place and he didn’t even seem to be taking the photo. But when he told me about it, I asked him to take his camera and his lens out of his pocket (it was a little long) and point at my face. And he did! He did the same thing when he shot the old lady and the people in the parking lot. It didn’t matter what, he would point to my face and the smile would be there. When I asked him if he was using the flash, he shook his head. And he was right. The smile went away, the eyes got bigger, the teeth got even more, and I realized I’m not the only one who’s used the flash. So I took that photo, and I did this. And when I went to take another when we visited the zoo, it was different. There was no smile on the face. It was all the same. No more flash, no more smiles. I did my job, he did his job, and I found out the lesson was this. Don’t be the one in the photos that smiles, but be the one that doesn’t. Remember that you are not that other guy in the photos that smiles. Smile, smile, smile, smile, smile, smile. When you have that extra smile, no one will know to look for you. They won’t know where to look. I’m a teacher…and I’m looking for a place to teach my English classes. I’m looking for (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. The first photo is of the entrance to the park. The entrance is covered in a plastic sheet which he has brought with him. It is not yet fixed, in order to prevent that he will take more photos and break the sheet. We see him walking through the park before the first image. Then he takes the photo of the entrance on the spot where the entrance to the park is taken. He uses a tripod and camera and works on what used to be a very wide ledge. He had not seen this type of park before and is amazed at how many things can happen at the same time: that is why he has had a hard time finding these pictures. The first photo is of the entrance to the park. The entrance is covered in a plastic sheet which he has brought with him. It is not yet fixed, in order to prevent that he will take more photos and break the sheet. We see him walking through the park before the first image. Then he takes the photo of the entrance on the spot where the entrance to the park is taken. He uses a tripod and camera and works on what used to be a very wide ledge. He had not seen this type of park before and is amazed at how many things can happen at the same time: that is why he has had a hard time finding these pictures. The first photo is of the entrance to the park. The entrance is covered in a plastic sheet which he has brought with him. It is not yet fixed, in order to prevent that he will take more photos (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. to show that he wanted something like this to happen. (Some people smiled too.) So this man decided to film the event. Here’s his work: A short video of the video I made showing the events. And here’s a longer video of the full video, which shows how it was filmed: This is just one example. In the weeks to come, more events will be filmed to show how life moves on, and how we make a difference. A few years ago, two friends were going to a wedding. They were told not to get a picture with the groom and his family. They didn’t want to show any of their faces to anyone. They weren’t going to leave one of their phones there. In many cultures, this is considered stealing. This is cheating, and violating the values we all want to be true. In other cultures, this action is considered honorable. I’ve known several cultures that don’t have these rules, and that have done many things that have been great and amazing to see. In other words, they made a difference, and they did so without stealing pictures. I’m going to go out on a limb and tell you there are people that will do the same thing. I bet there are some who will do it without leaving their phone in one of the bathrooms. I bet there are people who will do it without even leaving a tip. I (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. . When he started doing the photography, his colleagues were stunned. His photography was fantastic, very sharp and well-liked. People were impressed. His wife said that he couldn’t even imagine himself as an old-age and that he was completely self-confident. He’s not only the first photographer, he is also the first photographer in Italy. He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. Soon some of his friends from the previous jobs started visiting the same gallery, where they became very fond of him. He said that he had met more people than he had ever met.<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. for the purpose of being able to document what was happening at the time. It was quite the opportunity. It was a bit more difficult to document what was happening then. There were more people around than back then. More cars were running. That’s the first thing that you know about it. It was also my first time in Iran. My friends told me that there is more than one car with a light post on it. I believe that there is one car behind the light post. I don’t know of a more beautiful experience than that. As the minutes went by, I saw a smile from all around. Then I noticed that there was a lot of people doing the same. Then I saw people sitting on the same seats with their legs folded under them. They’re doing a bit of a bit of a sitting. They’re in a sort of a sitting position and they’re in a sitting position. If it had not been for the light post, I probably would have been in the same position. It’s a bit of tension for those who sit like that. They get the sensation that they’re trapped in a chair. They have this feeling of being trapped in a chair. Most people sit like this. It’s probably the most pleasant feeling to have there. There’s a bit of a feeling of calmness about something when it’s happening. That’s (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and took a few pictures. He smiled when he could and did his best not to be noticed. He took a picture of the man after the man was already gone. He smiled and started taking photos with the camera. He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. The photo gallery showed a lot. She turned her head to the side and smiled and continued taking photos. They moved from the house to the second floor (the entrance to the photo gallery). She went to the camera. She turned her head to the side and smiled and continued taking photos. She turned her head to the side and smiled and continued taking photos. They reached the third floor. She turned her head to the side and smiled and continued taking photos. She turned her head to the side and smiled and continued taking photos. They reached the fourth floor. She turned her head to the side and smiled and continued taking photos. The fifth floor. She turned her head to the side and smiled and continued taking pictures. She turned her head to the side and smiled and continued taking photos. The sixth floor. She turned her head to the side and smiled and continued taking pictures. The seventh floor. She turned her head to the side and smiled and continued taking pictures. The eighth floor. She turned her head (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. of the scene. Now the place is covered with people’s faces. I can see everyone. They are wearing various kinds of attire. I can also see their faces. And there are lots of them. This is a surrealist photography. I can hardly wait to take photos of people’s faces. They are so beautiful. And some of them don’t look happy They are very frightened. They can barely look at you There is a man who is having a conversation with a woman. And this is actually part of a film. Someone else was talking to another camera One of the people was laughing. I saw the laughter this time. And it is amazing. This was a film shot in a very similar fashion to a movie There was a man whose wife is screaming I don’t know if they were having a nice talk. But this was a really funny photograph that the person in the picture really enjoyed After composing an image, the person who was talking to the camera is not even really speaking with the camera. This is a really funny situation It is a very surrealist situation and an extremely good idea to photograph a person who is not even using their own voice. And the person he is talking to, was not even using their own voice. This is something that I was really excited to do This situation was amazing. It is funny and funny people (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. in the middle of the crowd. His equipment was confiscated due to the number of people: “The police told us.” They have been confiscating camera equipment for many months; it is all over the country. The law stipulates that you are allowed a maximum of five photographs per person. This is what the police told me: “There are two cameras and a camcorder in the room. We will take them away.” However, he was not alone. When the person was out on the street, he was taking pictures of everyone. But when he came back, he was very angry: “I did not go to meet them!” You have two cameras, why did you take one out? I took them out as a sign of protest and as a sign of love for our country, and as a protest against discrimination. It is a bit strange that this guy started taking pictures of his own. It seems the police just wanted to make a quick arrest, and I think they were the ones who confiscated two cameras. The officer was not a fan of any photography at all. Many of the images you took have since gone viral. How serious are they? They are serious and very emotional and they are just a normal event. They are just everyday people, some are very brave and others are not so brave. And then there are the people who simply want to laugh. I am pretty sure they are very funny to people. They are very real, very present. Do you have any advice for other people (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and he was photographed by two members of the band. On July 1, 2011, Fares was the first to be invited to a concert of the newly emerging Turkish popular music band, D-A-D, in Antalya. He is the first person to play in an all-band concert, the first Turkish folk musician. Fares is not the only musician featured in the 2011 concert, another singer, U.R. (Ural R), is the first to be featured along with Fares in the same place, in the same place. In the same place. U.R. was already a well-known, highly respected singer at the time of the concert. Fares (right) and U.R. played in a concert in Antalya, when they were at university. (photo: KIMI) Fares and U.R. both went through a rather unique experience. They were two young, passionate musicians who would perform at concerts for other students, just one of them was at the same time. They sang and participated in concerts when their university was in the middle of exams. Their professor was a teacher. They did not get to continue teaching at the university at that time. When Fares and U.R. were in university, they first participated in the rock band of the other student, and then they took another part in another band. This concert represents a significant step for U.R. and Fares, their first (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. This is the same guy at the place he first came upon. A guy who had a smile and took a photo? But now, he gives the thumbs-up in return. He’s the best. We all must know how it feels to give a thumbs-up. What should I do for the next time that I visit the same place? I saw a lot’s of photos from the trip, and I remember this one in particular. And I’m curious if it’s like that with other places you’ve been to, and if you get such a response in return. Does that make sense? Could you send a photo and let me know? Oh I have not seen it yet, but i wish i’d taken a snap of it! It is beautiful! The view… well… I have a great big green thumb :d love that!<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. He is a man with a lot of knowledge inside and outside the world regarding the photography business. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos: a lot of them. Here are ten photos of the new CEO of his own firm:

1. Mr. Zhang Jianwei (CNBC)
2. Mr. Hu Shanshan (Reuters)
3. Mr. Hu Jiajun (Xinhua)
4. Mr. Xi Weiming (CNBC)
5. Mr. Wang Wei (Reuters)
6. Mr. Zhang Jie (AFP Photo)
7. Mr. Wang Dong (Sijil@cn)
8. Mr. Xu Haoxiang (CNBC)
9. Mr. Xu Shiguai (Xinhua)
10. Mr. Zhang Jianwei (CNBC) Photo by Li Junqing (China Daily)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. “I’d like to thank the people responsible for this venue for giving us such a good opportunity to showcase Indian culture. We also thank the owners for the very special events at this venue. “Nowadays we see Indians, westerners, and Pakistanis coming to the place. We’re looking forward to seeing more guests during the event.” The organizers said they had “stayed with the theme of Indian heritage in Mumbai that was celebrated throughout the year.” “The event, which took place from 1-4pm at Zaveri Bazar between 12 and 14th February was organised by the Pune Municipal Corporation, Pune City and a representative of the state government,” said Sanjay Singh, Executive Manager, Zaveri Bazar, city. “The event was appreciated by guests from across the country who expressed their interest in coming and enjoying with the guests and friends of the venue,” Singh said. The organizers said there will be a grand opening of the revamped venue on February 9, and invited various guests from different parts of India. The guests included people from states like Rajasthan, Haryana, Punjab, Gujarat and Maharashtra. The event will continue till March 17.<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. —and started shooting a few more to make up for the first. He started with a simple one. Then he got super creative. He took the —and took it all the way to the ceiling. He took a lot of photos with a large lens, lots of different camera settings. He got to —and took it all the way to the ceiling. The guy from the hotel smiled at him and said, “Hi I have met him before. His name is . And he’s nice. .” He said it a few times. His name is But he’s quite a bit of change. She —and took it all the way to the ceiling. He took lots of photos with a large lens, lots of different camera settings, and . And he’s quite a change. He says that he is not into photography to get money. He says that he is into photography because he loves the beauty of the people he photographs. She looks like she’s in her twenties. She is a beautiful woman. He says his He says that he is not into anything. He is not into the money. He says that this woman is not for hire. He is just going to do it.<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. of the scene. A man in a black baseball cap came over wearing black glasses and a black leather jacket. He was short as the man standing in front of him. They became engaged. The man asked “Are you an amateur, do you travel a lot?” “No,” the man responded. He gave some directions to the place. “I can take my camera,” replied the man, “because I am a sports photographer. You are very good. I am going to start at the place where the ball is hitting in the air and I will be back with the photo.” Then the man entered the store. The second woman, who had met the man on the street, also smiled when she saw him. She was standing in front of the entrance to a hotel suite. She asked him about his photography. He answered “It was for nothing. I just wanted to shoot his picture, because he is my sister. She looked at him and the man replied “Your sister?” The couple entered the hotel suite together holding hands. They left their belongings in the hall and went to sleep by the pool. The third woman, who was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, approached the couple. She took her camera from a bag and placed it on a table. She asked about the photographer’s photography. The couple took pictures of themselves in the hotel suite. The man did not have his camera with him. When the woman told him to leave, he laughed and said “What is this?” The woman asked: “Would you like a picture?” “What?” asked the man. “I want another one.” “Is that all?” the woman inquired “My photos are all different.” She placed her camera and the bag in her carry-on. Then she looked at her own photos. The woman (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. . He took photographs from inside and outside and he stopped when he finished the set. When the person on the bed spoke to him, he turned around and said: “I think you should leave now. You want to see everyone? We can go to the toilet too.” The person on the bed had a small beard and dark stubble. He was wearing a loose, black t-shirt and grey trousers. His hair was very white. “Don’t be scared,” he said to the photographer. “There are no bad people here.” “How come?” the photographer said. “They don’t let bad people on the property”, he said. “No, I don’t mean them. I mean the person on the bed,” he said. “I don’t understand,” the photographer said. “Well, the person on the bed is a thief who is trying to steal the gold. I think he won’t get away, but let me take your picture. You can look at my camera.” He took off the lens cap and waved his hand. The person of the bed smiled. “If you want your camera for your photo, you have to give me your cash,” he said. “You have to give me a picture.” He put his hand out, reached out and took one. He put the cap back on the camera. The photographer took the camera, got up and closed the camera. “Thanks, I’ll keep it, if there are no bad people here,” the person on the bed said. “If there are, it doesn’t matter to me who takes it.” He went away. The photographer took a few shots, put his camera down, closed his eyes, sighed, and lay down on the bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw a smiling face. His camera was next to the bed. It fell out. Someone went to get a cup of (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. Then he was told he needed to leave. His girlfriend left and left with another man, and left him in the place. No one returned and he became depressed. He found a hotel. It looked as if his belongings were stolen. But he was told that was only a rumor, a rumor he needed to ignore. That’s how he got to Japan with the rest of us? That’s what he told us, wasn’t it? Well, maybe he didn’t tell the authorities everything, but I think he did. I’d like to think he told those of us who weren’t there! But, you know, we’ve been here for, what… 30 years? (I’m not sure exactly—I know it was closer to 15.) Let’s hope! So, if we’ve been out of the United States for over 30 years, doesn’t that mean we’ve been around here for a while as well? Does that mean we’re “on site” and “we’re the ones who stayed?” I say that the government should be looking for a way to remove, detain, or deport American citizens who are on temporary protection status due to certain events that take place overseas. And since we’re trying to make it sound as though our presence here has anything to do with the “we’ve been here for a while” claim: But since we were supposedly on site for more than a decade, there should be something, should be something, to show that our presence here has something to do with being here over 30 years. And besides that – The government should also be making the decision to end the Temporary Protected Status. Since the government’s policies are based not on facts, but on ideology, I would like to propose this idea: (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. – On the way to the museum, we met a guy who was taking photos and was just sitting on the curb across the street. He said, “This is why I am here to take pictures,” and introduced himself as Peter. – He lives in the same building as the museum and is one of the few museum officials (it’s all about the visitors) who has actually seen the giant statues. – He is an authority on the original design of the museum and its relationship to the history of the city. – He was kind enough to explain every photo he took. I only wish I had the memory to preserve this one. – One of the most striking things I saw in the museum is a large and very detailed bronze sculpture of a man in his forties standing in front of the museum, holding a hammer and a crowbar. – He explained that the man was a sculpted portrait of King David I and his wife, Bathseba. He was standing on a tall pillar, so the people of Jerusalem had to clamber onto him to get near it. – A visitor to the museum asked him what David I did to be immortalized in a bronze statue in such a public place. Peter said, “David I cut off the head of the man that caused the people problems by bringing in the Assyrian armies. That was a very dangerous and evil man who caused the death of many of the people in that town.” The bronze sculpture – an important part of his story – was commissioned by the artist from the Israel Museum. He has been in the process of recreating it. He is now in the process of designing the head. The figure in the museum had its face removed. – It was a pleasure meeting him and he is someone I am planning to visit in Europe. He told me he likes travel and that when he was a child he saw the Mona Lisa and a Picasso at Tate Modern in London. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. “I went to the first floor of the building. People who were inside were very happy, they were enjoying the view. Many of them told me to come back,” recalled Aysam Ali who had been living on the second floor. After getting his photo taken, he went through the entire street to see from a particular vantage point. The view was amazing. He turned his head and was amazed. He was walking through a place completely foreign to him. It was a very peaceful place. He was excited and excited. Aysam Ali who has been living on the second-floor from October last year to December has given a thumbs up to many people. He went to the place and has given thumbs-up to others’ photo which became their image. He also went around to his neighbour’s place and had lots of people around him give the thumbs-up to him. At present, the village has had a Muslim community here for several years but Aysam is in touch with the neighbours. According to the residents, when they moved here from their homes in Pakistan in the months, they had to come over to the village in order to pray and offer halal items to the holy people. They have also been coming over to the village a few times a year for prayers. “Now we also provide the people with halal cooked food of our own for their food at halal restaurants,” said Aysam. The villagers say that Aamur Rahman has made a great impact in this place. But the residents would like to give thanks to Allah, the Almighty, who provides for the needs of humanity. This article was published in Pakistan Today magazine as part of a series of stories on different aspects of the Muslim community here in our country.<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and was happy with the results. Soon other people came and started taking pictures. The business kept growing. It was a good moment in his life. He was happy. In the end, he had about 50 photos, but each picture was unique, so far. Then one day, he took one photo and it turned out to be a huge success. They all wanted their pictures to be taken at a similar place and the first one he took was the biggest success photo. He also discovered that the money that you create with photography is more than that. His business grew beyond all the efforts. You can get paid a fair sum just by having friends photograph your products when you are running small and selling them. By the time you are selling thousands of dollars in products, this person can make you a fair sum from the sale. If you are trying to start your photography company, this person could take the first job and then you can take the next one. You need to have a good rapport to people and you don’t. Everyone wants pictures of you. So, you have no excuse for not starting. Photography is very important to creating good images and that’s why you will need a good idea for a good idea to make this a successful business. When you are growing your business you will need to have something unique, that’s why you will get into photography. Photographer for Photography is a good business model in which people are willing to pay money to have their images created. The demand is high because photographers create pictures that will look good on a wall with a good frame of mind. This is the reason that everyone wants to be a photographer. The demand for photos is high because of the high quality image. Photographers need a good business model in which they can take as many jobs as they want to take jobs. However, they need to have a good image. A good business is a good (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. “After my first job in Istanbul, I stayed in two hotel, one was a bit too boring for the client’s tastes and he was forced to send the photos to me, in addition to paying for the hotel, the pictures are for the purpose of the work. For instance I took hundreds of photos of the Esenpaşa beach and the nearby old city, I also took photos of the old city and then I decided to take photos of the famous Tophane Square which will be part of my exhibition, this square is located near the Taksim Square in the old city and it is one of the main attractions of the Esenpaşa beach and a beautiful place to spend a day or a day-end in Istanbul. The second time I stayed at a hotel in Istanbul I wasn’t so lucky after staying in one of the hotel, I stayed one night and spent more time than a day there, it was one of the more interesting hotel I stayed in, so that hotel was called Hotel Taksim, it was located at the back of the Old City near the Taksim Square and it was famous for its very romantic views. This hotel was built by the Sultan in 1570 which is located right behind the Grand Bazaar and there are three stories attached to the building, this is a nice building and it has many attractive features.. the hotel itself is built out of stone and has been beautifully decorated with the most beautiful and exquisite details, the best view of the hotel is on the back side of the building and the view of the Esenpaşa beach and the beautiful square was beautiful, the best thing is that it was located right next to the city centre and it had a beautiful location, I love the fact that this hotel is not really very expensive, about 500 liras a night from the hotel and I had a balcony on the top of the building and had a beautiful view of the sea and the Old City right next to the hotel..I loved both the hotel and the (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. His first impression was the same, but at some point someone said “wow you’re shooting from here.” I thought about what I wanted to do but couldn’t decide what I really wanted to see and he suggested that I should come see for myself. That’s how I got here. I found the place online. There wasn’t any information. I don’t even know what their slogan is (although I’m pretty sure it’s not the “don’t know what they give you for free” slogan). I started looking around but there was no way I would come here. It’s so small. The room had a glass bottom and on the right side was a little counter. On the left side was everything. A little black coffee table was in the middle. It was nice, but the coffee table was just too small. It was a “table” and there wasn’t more space for all the things I wanted. There was only the counter and a little coffee table. The window was open and I saw the sunrise. There was only one other room with windows and a tiny balcony. It was tiny but had what I wanted. I was in the middle. I wanted to see everything from the outside, just like everyone said. But it was a little too small, so even though we had all the information on this map (if I had someone to write down what I was supposed to see) I decided not to go online. It was either that or take the bus there and go back to the bus stop. I don’t live that far. I had better find a way to stay up until 3 or 4 a.m., so maybe go back to the hostel? I don’t know. I wanted to go there so bad that when it happened I almost jumped onto my phone so I could see exactly where it happened because it was so far away. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. in the middle of nowhere. On April 28, 2010 at 11:30, he captured the moment when the Chinese president Xi Jinping visited the area. It was a historic moment. He said the photo has been published on Chinese internet. The photo was shot in Chengdu Xinhua News on April 28, 2010 He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. in Chengdu for his blog called The Lonely Street. When he took a picture in downtown Chengdu, he found a place he had never seen before. He said it was a market where he did not know what to do. He found this place in the middle of downtown Chengdu as well where he had not see one such before. In this place there are many shops and markets that sell food and produce. Xinhua News had reported on this photo that was taken in Chengdu. The reporter said it looks like a photo taken in the middle of nowhere. The reporter said this is a story of the beginning of China’s modern urban life. People in Chengdu see this kind of photo. They would like to take photos of this very place or any other location that he saw in Chengdu, such as the place where he lived before. A reporter in Chengdu said, “We would like to capture that same kind of photo.” Xinhua News had seen many such photos. Some photos have been published on the net. In this reporter’s photo, he thought it seemed like a photo taken in a shop. The reporter said, “This photo is not taken in a store.” The reporter continued, “This is a street photo taken in a village that people usually visit, not in a store. You are not going to like it if you were to take photos in this area.” Xinhua News had seen numerous such (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. by a big rock. He put his camera down and went to the other side of the cliff by a wide gap with steep rocks on either side. He climbed down, put his camera there, and walked over to the other rock. This time, the person who had waved him goodbye, a mother, was on top of that large rock. From that spot, he took a photo of the whole group, with one of the children holding up the other one. In the photo, they stood together. When he was home for the last two nights, and had taken the photo, it appeared that the sun never came up that day. It remained as dark as the bottom of a dark cave. Now he would take the remaining pictures and leave. Two nights later he started feeling sad. The mother had come from a different part of the garden and again waved good-bye. But he didn’t know her. She walked over to him and gave him a thumbs-up. He started feeling sad, and a part of his heart got lighter. It was the light of the morning now, and he had found some light around him, too. He took a picture of it, and now his heart was the light of the morning again, and he went to take another picture. This time, he saw that both pictures he took were of the same little boy, with a red mark on his face, and the mother was holding two arms, one of them red, the other gold. The next morning, when he woke up, he could hardly believe his eyes. There was an old woman walking by. She was quite thin, and he knew her. She was the woman who had waved goodbye and taken his picture the night before. Now he saw, her arms were blue again, even though her clothes were green. The little boy was a blue boy, but his mother had a gold one! The woman said, “You have brought them home again! The children are (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. . In what he says were some of his best pictures, he went into a small house where a young woman had set up a lampshade for him a couple of days ago. The picture, taken at a place where he had been, shows a child playing in the dark. “This is my “There are so many good things about this village,” he had said to me. He went on to the main square, but all he saw among the trees was the back of cars parked in rows along the square, which was the perfect photo location .”What is the idea of so many cars being parked like that?” asked Piotr, who was in the chair next to me. He was a big fellow. He worked as a journalist at “The Herald” newspaper. We had been talking about how beautiful it was to be able to see a beautiful place in the dark, where everything looked so dark. “If you look around for an hour and you don’t see anything, you know that your eyes are deceiving you,” Piotr told me. “But here on this village square, the air is clean. It’s a place where a place can grow up. The sky is beautiful and the sun beats down on this village square.” He paused and, taking another photo, smiled. “I was looking for it all day.” At the end of the photograph, he asked me a question and laughed a little. “Do you think you will ever be able to photograph like these?” he asked. The answer was not yes, but I think maybe not. When I got home, my wife said that, before returning to my country, we had spent several days in a place nearby, and I had stayed there with a little girl. My wife had gone to the village to talk with the man who had taken the above photograph. He had told me that there was something about the place that I would never be able, if I had the chance, if ever, (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. The place was deserted. There were two old women reading in the sitting room and the door was locked. “I wonder if he is coming or not?” The women read newspapers. He began photographing them. This was a long time ago, but not long ago… He opened the gate, and there, was a room. “What’s happening?” A dog ran out from it and followed him. He started taking photos with a large camera. The dog was on a lead, and the dog barked once, then disappeared. He said something to the women, and they spoke to him. At the time, the dogs were not in the room, and he did not know that he could take them. Later, someone told him there were dogs in the room, and he started taking pictures of them with a camera. At the end of the day, he saw the dog in the room, but he did not take any photos of the dog. He left the old women and the dog, and walked back to the street. There he saw the police cars, and some soldiers standing around talking and smoking, and he asked someone, and the man told him “No, no, no. You are not entering. This is an illegal activity. You can only enter if you pay a fine.” A soldier ran away; the policeman was the only one who was interested. The soldier said the photographer was not allowed to enter. Someone saw it as a robbery. Two soldiers came to the door, and told him the photographer was a troublemaker. The soldier who said this was standing between him and the photographer. The soldier laughed, “He is right. This is not a problem. You are not allowed onto the street, but I am allowed to enter the street.” The soldier who said that put the photographer under arrest. The policeman asked him for a camera. The photographer took a photo and showed it to the policeman. He went to his wife and gave her (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. with other guests. The guests were a man and a woman. The man’s family, including his parents, mother, brother, sister, and others, arrived in another room, a room for which there were five guests. Another woman, not in the photograph, was also in the room. She greeted the man and his guests with a kiss. A woman who works on the roof of the Hotel Metropole with her husband and other guests in the evening appeared next to the woman in the picture. The man and his guests were not in the photo. After that, when guests were leaving, the man was photographing them and he gave himself a thumbs-up. The guests took a picture and his mother gave a thumbs-up. Then he gave a thumbs-up to the mother in the picture. A woman and her daughter, who was not in the picture, had a hug. He left soon afterward. The woman with her daughter had something in her hand and she gave him a kiss. He gave her the picture and they had a hug. One of the women in the photograph gave him a kiss. He gave her a kiss. He handed the photo to another woman, a woman a few years younger than himself, and she gave another kiss. Then, he gave a kiss to the man and took the picture. One of the men in the photograph gave him a kiss. He gave them another kiss. At one point, a photographer who works for an evening show came and asked to look for him. The woman with her daughter gave him a kiss and said that she was glad that this happened. When the woman and her daughter left, the man gave the man and his guests a kiss. Another man and his wife gave a kiss. The guests gave him a kiss. He gave them two kisses and his daughter gave a cheek kiss. He gave them another kiss. He gave a kiss which he must have received from a woman who was in the room, and (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. to a camera hanging from the ceiling. As he worked, he began to feel like he wanted to take a photo of everything, even himself. Then, he wanted a picture of a human body, with his nose resting on a shoulder, to look like a human body. He was the first to think of himself. As he focused his camera, he noticed the human-looking camera, and realized he had been caught. Then he noticed a human face. Suddenly, the thought of his own face took root. It grew quickly. It grew into a full-fledged idea. Soon, he decided to leave the camera. It was the first and only desire of his life. The photographer is a person. He has a thought. He is a person. For the last 17 years, he has traveled in Africa and he has seen different people, and he likes their faces. He decided to make this a reality. He is a person. A person is a human face, no less. The camera is a person. It contains a memory. It contains a name. The camera is not so much the camera as it is the memory that will show itself only to another person. That’s why the name is the important part. The name is the name that belongs to a person. It is the face of the camera. The camera was made by its own name. It is no less a person. To say that the camera does not have a life is untrue. It has a life, an existence independent of any person or any other camera. It is the same life that someone with a camera would give for himself and his memories. When it is only the camera, there would be no memory. It had already existed, until the invention of photography, before they noticed. All the technology of photography was not discovered and created, but a camera was. They did not notice it because the camera was already there, as a camera. This is what the camera is. This is how it (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. The man said, “I like it.” The woman with a camera said, “Thank you, Mr. Pichot.” Pichot said, “I’m sorry, she is not a citizen of the Republic.” The woman said, “You can stay.” Pichot’s phone rang in his pocket. He snatched it out of his pocket, threw it back at the woman, and said, “I’m sorry, I cannot help you. Call the next number.” The woman said, “I’m sorry, we no longer need your services.” Pichot said, “The phone is a state institution. I know.” The woman said, “Good day, mister.” If I’m feeling charitable, I might have sympathy for the woman. The woman said, “How is everything with your family?” He said, “You get on well with your daughter?” The woman said, “Yes, she is a very strong and brave woman.” But she is looking at him as if he has asked her the question “Are you good?” If the woman wanted a relationship, Pichot is a great boyfriend, or a great son, father. And if she doesn’t want a relationship, he is a great husband, or a great son, father. If she is looking the other way now, he is no kind of person. The kind to treat a woman like that. But the real victim of the story is another woman, the woman being the woman. If she had only told the story about the girl with her mother, perhaps another woman would be less affected. That would have spared her that particular moment of pity and horror, this moment where we are presented with a woman who is asking us who are you and why can’t you marry me? The other woman was not the victim. That woman is, and she also deserved to be. Maybe it doesn (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and as the place was new, he had a job for about two weeks. The photo he took on that first day was a few snapshots taken the day before, and it was a great start. When the photos were ready to be submitted for the award, he asked ‘Who is the best?’ He got all mixed up and got the name Alyssa. So, when Alyssa asked him how do I do, he said ‘What’s the photo of and what’s the location?’ she asked ‘And so your name is Alyssa’ He then said ‘No, I’m a travel-photographer’ He said, I will be here till Saturday She said, Well then do you want my picture? He said, I don’t know what to do, and I will not give too much, she said, so why do you want to be famous? He said, What’s the point? I am famous right now, she said, it’s your photo anyway so why do you want to become a famous traveler? Because her husband, a doctor, was born in the same way I was born and like you, she said. Alyssa said, How can you know so much of the history of this place? My grandfather’s story is what he saw. He knew his grandfather, his dad and uncle had died in the same war. This was the day that his grandfather was born on top of Mt. Hualien. He used to play here for ages. Now it’s a park but he can go and see where all the stories go She said, You go and play your games at your house, go on and you won’t change a thing. I did that anyway. You already told me I can’t leave before my journey, she (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. I’m a photographer. I love photographing people and I like taking photos with them, people and landscapes of all sorts. I was wondering though, if you could point towards some good photo stories from China. I came to this thread because I’m interested in trying to find some good photos to post on this forum. I don’t know if I can find anything on the net, but if there’s one for me, I’ll do it.

1. A taxi driver at Zhuhai airport who took an umbrella and walked off with it. It was a long walk to the taxi stand and this was the umbrella he carried to his car.
2. A woman walking through a park with a couple of friends. There was a tree in the background that blocked the sun and the clouds blocked out almost every single view of the sky and the trees in the park. Yet the couple walked through the park smiling and talking.
3. A woman who left her house and entered the house of a girl who lived in a nearby street and went to her room with a smile on her face because they were having breakfast together. Her house was a typical residential district, but her landlord gave her such a warm welcome that she could stay at that house for the rest of the day….
4. A woman on a street in China’s coastal city of Yichang who was walking to meet her niece for the first time… She looked a little out of place because most Chinese don’t speak English and her English isn’t very good yet. Yet their conversation was so pleasant and pleasant that they were both so grateful (for the weather and their welcome)…. the woman with a red scarf took most of the pictures (she’s a photographer) and the niece did not.
5. Another woman walking through the neighborhood where she lived. She wasn’t taking any pictures, just looking around.
6. A woman walking across town (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and it was all like a circus. In the evening they went out for drinks. After he left he gave the thumbs-up again. Someone tried to return the thumbs-up. This is how it started. The next morning, they talked about the photos. People came to talk to them about the photos. A photographer friend was there. It was the photo in the newspapers. The owner walked into the office. In the office was a woman, and she, had long black hair. The owner was surprised. What happened next was so strange. She was looking at the pictures. Somehow, the owner did not get angry. “You really don’t know how to handle it. You are giving people a good chance to be offended.” It was in this way that, the owner took pictures of the owner’s life. They were beautiful photos. “Well, you don’t know how to work with an average person. There are lots of things you don’t really know. Look at your photos. Your photos were great. The woman didn’t even notice. She didn’t even give you a look.” This is the real truth. The photographs were never good enough. That it is because of you, the woman didn’t care about them. These photos you gave to people were the end of the relationship between you and them. It is just an illusion! Your photographs are in the way of people. Maybe you will get a photo out of it. I hope so. It is the end of something. I have tried it. People were upset. The thing is, you are a photographer. I think you will find it out soon. Because it is just an illusion. The photo gallery is like life. People came, and when they were done, there are a number of things they are upset about. People are upset. I think, one day, maybe. You are a photographer. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. He also had two pictures before the entrance of the building was closed. But the building was closed then and he gave a thumbs-up. Someone gave him a smile and returned the smile, he had 2 pictures more that the building was closed. This is how he entered, it is his own idea.

1. “What are you doing here?” “It is cold, I will need pants” “Oh, no, that is not that here! You are here for free, here I am”
2. “Come on, you will need me to come soon, I have many friends here”
3. “No, you will need to come here”
4. “No, I have much important things to do in my work. I will just do some things, if you come then you will be very welcome”
5. “Why are you coming to a place with cold and nothing has been organized? I will give you something for you”
6. “You will need to come right now. I am waiting for you, come right now”
7. “Wait, what? You do not believe me? Well, I promise, you will come in time”
8. “No, but you have been here for a very long time, we have no other place like this”
9. “Then we will come”
10. “Well, ok, it doesn’t matter”.
11. “You just came to my place, then you will return in a while”
12. “You are really not the type who is planning things, well then let me think more carefully”
13. “Do you think I will do something wrong by coming here”
14. “Sorry, the person who left something didn’t deserve (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos

Today, I want to tell you about the person you met the other day. She met you not on a tour but with the help of a group. It’s not about you, it’s about them. When they saw your faces they got

Today, I want to tell you about the person you met the other day. She met you not on a tour but with the help of a group. It’s not about you, it’s about them.

Here the owner of the house wanted to give a tour to the visitor to know more about the place. The visitor did not have any knowledge or interest in the place but wanted to understand the

Today, I would like to tell you about the person you met in a hotel recently. It feels funny to see and meet a person who you have no interest in and yet feels special to

Today, I would like to tell you about the person you met in a hotel recently. It feels funny to see and meet a person who you have no interest in and yet feels special to

Here the owner of a restaurant wants to welcome tourists and to introduce himself to everyone. The tourist met the owner but he didn’t know anything about the place. The owner of

Today, I would like to tell you about the person you met for the first time today. He greeted you immediately with a smile. You were talking to him right away. When they

Today, I would like to tell you about the person you met for the first time today. He greeted you immediately with a smile. You were talking to him right away. When they

The owner of the house asked a visitor to give him some time and let him have lunch. Later, he came to introduce the visitors to the guests who came to his restaurant. He even gave

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. … In his early teens I became friends with an American kid named John who had been living in Korea for a year doing his part for its reunification with the US. He worked as a tour guide in several places including Jeju and Gyeongju for about a decade. Recently he returned to Korea with no intention to finish his tour. But he didn’t stop. He was fascinated … The American embassy in Gyeongju is no stranger to the Japanese. As the first foreigner that went there to set it up, I was told that its staff were very friendly and helpful and always had a smile on their faces. That was a few years ago, and the embassy has been in… A few weeks ago a tourist from California came to Gyeongju with only one question: why in Gyeongju is it called “the Ugly Gate”, and not “Guksu Gate”. I told him that it means the “Geesu” in Chinese, and the “Guksu” in Korean. He said something like – “Geesu is called Geese’o” or… From time to time, South Korea is asked to send visitors to the Japanese embassy in Gyeongju. Usually the ambassador tells you that the embassy doesn’t have too many people, so they can be more easily accommodated. But this time we were told that its only one embassy in town, as they have… About 1,500 kilometers north-northeast of Yeongchun, near the Gyeongbu and Incheon borders, the Japanese government has taken over the site of the former Seoul and Gyeongju International Airport (Hangul: Gyeonbu-myeon). The move, announced on September 10, took a big chunk out of Seoul’s international airport… Since June, the Gyeongju International Airport has been called “Seoul International Airport” (Gyeonbun-myeon). It (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. In this photo, taken from his home in France, he shows his love for vintage cars; he takes them everywhere to visit, especially in the mountains A man was photographed in the mountains, in Toula near Vienne, in June of 2017. His face and hands are in contact, with his head facing left. According to the date, his car was driving around in Toula. He was walking with friends, when he realized that car was stopped. Since his face and hands were in contact, he was pulled away and the car was left behind. Afterwards he tried to return the car, but it didn’t come. He told the police to contact the car’s owner and to try to find out if they could help. It was raining at the moment, but the man was satisfied with the result. The man didn’t make a comment. The camera didn’t record any faces The police didn’t tell the man to change his clothes or his identity, but he didn’t react. After all, the police told him that the car was not on the road as he claimed and didn’t bring it out. When you take photographs, the camera doesn’t record the faces. But this man is not a stranger who we need to contact. But to solve a mystery, we need to ask about the images the police took on their own, without knowing the person. This man is a traveller. Do you have the same problem? Or perhaps a photo you’ve taken with a camera you wouldn’t even think about using? Why do you keep forgetting and forgetting to bring your camera to the police? When you travel, you bring the memories away with you, with a memory of being there and making a small moment part of your life. What happened? How did this happen? Do you want it to happen to you again? Or did it already happen to someone else? Have you taken your own memory away from the places you (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. His eyes were wide and scared during the photo session “How did you come?” he asked. The tourist-guide replied that he was doing a survey of the place “I was invited,” said the tourist, who worked at the bus station. He began saying his life story “I was born in the village in August, 1979” The tourist went on talking. He could not see the young girl. But he heard her asking her mother where she was, then she left the room. How did you ask to stay in this hotel? He wanted to stay here, so he started recording The tourist said that he was a tourist in the park and would come back soon. “But at the park, I don’t play the guitar at the park. I play the guitar in different places” The tourism guide looked at him. Then he took photos of the hotel. After taking a couple of photos, he asked about the young girl. This man had never seen an Arab woman before. She was wearing headscarf. She was not smiling. She was quite scared. The photo he took was rather a horror-story photo. She screamed with fright, but she was able to say, “I am an Arab woman.” It was amazing. His story had touched her very deeply This Arab woman would be afraid of a very good story. We talked about many interesting things: She had just finished university and was studying English She was a student studying in the “tourist” class The Arab woman gave her passport back to the teacher The teacher told her that the school was an Arab-only school, that they could only take women’s education in the Arab-American University “They said I was not supposed to stay with her at school” The teacher told the woman that he needed her to return the passport “This is no longer a girl” “He gave (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. The first photo, with the train station in the background. He had to leave in time for a train that left that night at 4am. He was there for two weeks, just shooting for his master’s thesis, taking hundreds of photographs. One of these photos is part of the thesis. After arriving, he got a call from the headmaster of the school. Why are you here? he asked. I had been doing photography at the school for a year. I had been taking photos and making them with my camera and then giving them to the head. It was his idea to come. He knew me from high school, and I told him what I was doing. He said he’d come to my house anytime for advice and then just got here. He asked what I’d been doing, and I showed him the photos. He said, ‘I think that’s a great idea. Tell my daughter I loved it. I don’t have to go to school after I leave, so you can go home and not have work and I can go and get your photo in the school paper.” You have no idea who would’ve taken that photo. But who is he, I thought. I can tell you a few things. Let me be specific. He was the son in the photo. The father is standing in front of the father in the photo. The son and the father were in the photo, and the son is not in the photo. The son is in the background of the photo (he was also a student there at the same time that I was taking my photos) The son’s photo was taken the day before he came. (He was already there). The son was taking a picture of his father, the man in front of the father, when he was taking his photo. However, the son’s father was not present The photograph shows (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. as soon as he entered the place. He took photos from the entrance, the hallway, the cafeteria, and the bathrooms. One of them was at the restaurant when someone walked in. He snapped the image, then took the photo again. (Some people are not that keen on going into a restaurant that is not well lit and with dim ambient lights. Those are the people who are not really tired.) As expected, the restaurant where he took the photo was not well lit and he didn’t understand it was a restaurant. Some people take some photos in places where they don’t understand it’s a restaurant. That is because there are several restaurants in those spots and you might not figure it out. Then he took another picture. As many of you know, I spend some time in a few locations and I do a ton of photography work. I enjoy taking photos and I love being around photography. That being said, I am not a professional, much less one who makes a living doing photography and I have some opinions about it. It took me a while to realize I don’t like to be around people who know a lot of camera tricks. When I do a photo shoot I try to make it as natural as possible. That being said, I was in that restaurant and some things are too funny to get a good photo that has enough distance to look like it was taken through a window. I would just smile and say I was having lunch, but I also know I wasn’t making the joke and it wouldn’t be funny at all. I think some people don’t like that. On many occasions I have been in a restaurant and there is always a conversation about which kind of restaurant was being served and who was serving which kind. Some people don’t like that. I would feel bad, I would think, if I walked into a restaurant and there was an argument about where to sit. It (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. In the first photo, the owner of the bar took the pictures. A few seconds later a man who appeared to be in his 60s and wearing a gray trench coat was drinking In the second photo, which appears to be of the inside of the bar, a woman in a red shirt with a black dress and red shoes and a yellow belt can be seen. Next to her can be seen a small girl in a blue shirt. Some of them are smiling and some are not. They are standing near the counter and the barkeep who appears to be in his 60s. In the third photo, which appears to be of the front of the bar, the same can be found. To the right and to the left, more women can be seen. Some people standing against the bars, leaning against the walls, stand in rows in the front of the bar, the barman in a white shirt is holding glasses and appears to be in his 60s. In the fourth photo, which looks to be of the inside of the bar, the same woman in the black dress is drinking alcohol and talking and the barkeep in a white shirt is smiling, holding a bottle. The owner of the bar said he didn’t take any photos of the bar. The barkeeper said he doesn’t really know what the woman who has been drinking looks like and he hasn’t seen her before. The woman who has been drinking in the fourth photo said she is on trial. The barkeeper said this woman hasn’t been at the establishment for a long time. He did not see her before and she hasn’t been drinking at the establishment for a long time. The woman who has been drinking in the fourth photo said she is working at the restaurant. The barkeeper said since she’s been there before, he can’t tell if this woman has been drinking before or not. In the fifth photo, which has been taken to (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. The man in the white jacket was at his photo location when the police appeared – the only reason why they had entered that area. The man in the blue jacket took pictures of the scene, and later the man in brown took photos of the body before it was thrown in a ditch. The man in the brown jacket had no idea that the body had been found by his colleagues. The man in the blue jacket noticed that the body was missing but did not inform the other officers. So much for all of the police officers’ efforts! “I don’t know about their motivation, but the fact that they have managed to cause such a scene illustrates so much less about their profession and their training than you would see from their face,” said the man in the green jacket. The man in the green jacket had to leave the scene because he was seriously hurt. He has only one shot in a pistol at a time. One can assume that he does not know what they’re doing. But then, the body that lies in a ditch will not be found, either. Who will be the policeman who is so eager to get into the scene – because the body is not theirs – and see the murder that is taking place? In the case of one of the most brutal murders in the history of the town of Srebrenica, a man who was the most hated and vilified person in the town of Srebrenica was discovered alive and well… Serbian police officer Milivoje Mladić had been shot dead by two men the night of Nov. 29, 1995. It had been the day before, in which Mladić, 22, was the victim of a brutal beating from a group of men, at which he had lost his only girlfriend, and then he had been arrested. At that moment, he was beaten up even more, as he was dragged out of an interview room and thrown into the snow. Mladić (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. with his phone in the corner of the room. He was happy and enjoyed being in the pictures. “When I took these photos,” the man said to his colleague’s boss, “I was not able to take any photos out of respect or love towards the woman. It’s very regrettable.” He was in shock. His friend took a phone in hand to capture the photos. When he returned to his office the man was still upset. The manager asked him about the reasons behind the incident. “I was very shocked when I took these photos,” the man said. “I realized that I was doing something wrong. It was something that was not right to do.” He gave a thumbs up Shocked, he apologized. “It is very unfortunate. I just thought that I was doing something wrong,” he says. “This was not the first time that I saw her and I never meant to harm her.” The man is a photographer based in Bengaluru and the incident took place last year. The incident was reported to an employer as well as a police. The employee has also registered a case with its human rights division. The man was surprised that his colleague is not in jail. In fact, he didn’t speak to his colleague much. The company is also looking into the incident. The incident has also caused uproar in the professional world. A major online forum was also created to provide advice on how to handle such a situation. “There must be a mechanism and I am very worried,” the woman, who did not give her surname, said. “Maybe, there should be a mechanism to protect us.” She also said that she had always loved her husband and is happy that he has found a suitable job. “We are very happy,” she said. “We are the second family now and we do not want to have any more problems.”<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. And he ended seeing his surroundings. The sky was covered in layers of cloud covering every single spot. He stopped when he saw a church. In front of it was a man holding a camera as if he were a photographer trying to take a picture. A small group gathered around him talking about him (his pictures) and his photos. It went downhill very fast from there He took a picture and ended seeing the church. After that, he moved to the next park and stopped for some more photos. He left and the same thing happened again. A small group of people from a couple of buses that drove passed him. He went to check out the city and then realized he was too lazy. Then he went from place to place trying to get them to give him money which is what he ended up doing. He met another small group of people who were taking pictures. He smiled to them and told them to do the same thing. It ended up being a very boring group. Finally, he moved to this very empty street he thought was the place where he was supposed to stay until he got a place to stay. Then he saw a person he had to deliver to the place and decided to deliver him instead. So he finished his delivery and went to his room, to make himself comfortable before the meeting. After about half an hour, the person he delivered to walked into an empty room without any of his stuff. So he looked at the empty chair he was sitting on and started looking for him. After him, he saw a girl sitting in the chair who he had to deliver to. “Sorry sir, but my friend is currently not here” she said. He was just looking at her. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell him to take my stuff in the meeting. I was in the meeting to deliver my stuff” she said to him. “That’s fine, but I can take it in my room.” (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. There’s this guy. He’s a “tourist”, or at least that’s what he’s trying to be. He takes photographs of the places he visits. But the first place he visits is a hotel pool, which he’s never returned to. So of course, he finds himself going back there a couple of times before he can stop. This hotel has a number, but he’s never bothered to get a room. So he has a room for the hotel. There’s not much furniture. And even less of that fake wood and metal that he’s assumed is all that has been put into its rooms. Because this place looks a lot like your average hotel. Just a better quality hotel. And the people who stay here like visiting the pool. Their guests include the guy’s friend who runs the hotel’s pool. And the guests keep coming back for more. And the more you see the place, the more you want to keep coming back. The place is filled to the brim with hotels, pools, food, etc. And it’s the reason I go back to visit it twice. It’s a real thing. The photo above was taken outside the hotel. It’s the day I was there last, and the room was full to the brim with tourists. Myself included. I’m wearing a full-body tuxedo with the bow tie that is custom made for the occasion! I’m thinking about the day I was there before that. It was a Thursday. The place was half-empty. I was dressed for the occasion. I couldn’t have been more relaxed. My tuxedo was all the rage at that party I was attending. So the photographer wanted to get the shot of me, which we’re doing, as he’s getting ready for work the next morning. I’ (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. A girl stood in the square of the “Glebe Street” in Stuttgart. “Are you going to take a picture?” a guy in a hat asked. And the girl smiled. What would this girl stand there for!?!? What would you want as an answer! The girl, a native of Germany, said: “Oh! I would just take a photo of the Christmas trees!” For you! What would you want!?!?!?!? She has many friends on Facebook. Some of them are young and like to visit the Christmas trees with Christmas wreaths. As a visitor from Poland, she always brings an extra one. She comes to the town at 5 PM on Christmas Eve eve. Some say that she enjoys the wreaths on the trees, but one does not like them the best, because it means that she has done well. Others say that she was not able to keep up with her friends on Facebook. On her birthday in 2013, she said that she wanted to take a picture of a Christmas tree with a wreath. She had never been there on Christmas Eve and the girl in the black coat and a hat was always there. It was really beautiful for a small girl to be standing in the square in Stuttgart on the Christmas Eve of the 21st of December. She did not want to send the photo, but one friend in Germany saw the photo of the girls and said that it was “the prettiest one she had ever taken before!” They met in the middle of 2018 on Facebook and began to look at new ideas for a photo of a Christmas tree. They wanted to invite the girls for Christmas. The boys came as friends, friends who want to spend New Year’s and Christmas together. But, when they met up, the girls could not speak German, since they do not know the language. And when the second year of the Facebook friendship continued, this time with the (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. the second time, and returned again, and again. He did this until he felt very, very uncomfortable. Then someone in the bar who didn’t want to interrupt the photographer began talking to him. The barman, a man with grey hair, nodded to the barman’s friends while keeping his gaze on the photographer. And the photographer saw in the eyes of these friends the look of concern; of disappointment that there was no more that they could do. “I’m tired now,” said the photographer. And then his camera started taking long shots in the bathroom. He gave everyone his contact details: he gave his name, his phone number, his email address, his apartment number, his hotel room. And he was very polite to all of them. Nobody smiled, shrugged his shoulders, looked at him with disdain. They just sat there, and smiled at him. And when he finally got back to Prague, the phone rang – just one ring. Then he was ready to move. He took a taxi, to Prague airport. Then he flew all the way to Rome, arriving at 3pm, at a point where he could leave the plane. He was very calm. He didn’t give any warning, no explanation. And as soon as his bag arrived from his bag service at Rome airport, he was on the plane in the middle of the night. When his flight landed in Rome, his first destination – he had a car to take him all the way around to take him close to his destination – he was asked to go to the ‘Grand Canyon of the Roman Empire’. He did not ask questions, he did not feel any need to be curious. And by the time he arrived, he had had lunch and a drink at an American sports bar. He was really excited. Maybe today, he thought, I will be the first photographer for an American sports magazine to visit the most wonderful part of Rome. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. The second and the third floor are reserved for the public only. But this time he did not turn a corner first and the first floor was blocked Two minutes later, the second floor was visible once again. But that time, the building was empty. In fact, the building also looked empty. But the owner kept going. This time, he reached and opened the door, not to the second floor, but to the third floor. It was a sign that he must know a few people there who would be happy to come back to this building. Maybe he met them, at the end of the hallway, just like when he met his colleagues back at the office, the fourth floor. When he opened the door, the building was not empty. On the contrary, the owners of this building was expecting an avalanche of people. They were like two little birds who had been waiting for a chance to jump out of a great bird house. There were no less than fifty people inside. They were waiting like a pack of wolves waiting for a chance to attack. There were so many people inside that they could be seen as clouds. It was the same with the trees, the grass was falling fast and all the grass and the trees were swaying. It was the same with the buildings, the building was also swaying, like a great wave in the ocean. Everything was swinging with a huge rhythm. Some people started falling down and then others started climbing up. People were not moving at all, they were so active, like insects on the ground, they were so active that they were making the people fall down, they were so active that if you are sitting on a stool facing the stairs, the next person is going to go down without giving a second thought to your position. And then there was even a human body on the ground. This situation was a little surprising, because the construction of this place is the (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. from the hotel room. In a moment, he spotted the people walking around the hotel. It seemed unusual for him to be photographing people when he had just arrived. And on that note, he began to take pictures. Next, he thought he could walk to the park across the street, in case some other person were just walking around. He got out of the car and asked someone who was working at the hotel, which was across the street. He was informed that he wasn’t allowed to. Then, he went to the park. When he was across the street, another man in a business suit asked him if everything was alright. The policeman was not happy about the situation. It turned out the person who had originally invited the tourist to the place was a hotel employee who had been told to stop doing this. He then took the tourist’s name from a list and said he would talk to the person and explain it to them. When the hotel manager asked the policeman as to what he did this for, he said it was for protection, so he didn’t want to take sides. The policeman was not convinced. But then came the unexpected: “He took a picture of himself and that was not good. And he asked if I would help him with his photojournalism. He was doing this to get back at me.” And that was when the officer went on the internet and found that this person had already published in the local newspaper where he worked as an employee. To make matters even more confusing, there were some photographs on his Facebook account that were in the same news section as one of the images taken in the park. But there was no link to them. So the hotel manager said the policeman could take that one and try to get it published. While he thought about this, he also wondered how he could have missed the two other images, and that there (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. (without my permission, thank you), that made me realize: This is a good place, at least it’s worth visiting. If I’d known, I would have stayed there for 2 days. This morning he asked “Excuse me, who is this?” “No, no you wouldn’t, it’s not a touristy thing,” I laughed. “Who?” “Me.” A little girl came running past the street and the man smiled and gave her thumbs-up. A woman smiled and greeted her. And so on, and on. The place is very nice. There are other pictures too…and more, I keep meaning to take some. What I’ve learnt in this long day of travelling is: 1- This city is really nice.2- No matter what is happening in the whole world, every time I hear a “good morning” at the street, I take a picture.3- That a smile is the best friend to make someone smile..4- I need to go back and live there 😀 @Frolic, I was thinking just “A-”-ing in the beginning of the list you mentioned. But I started to feel too tired, I needed to rest up. You have a “good” idea and if you’re “good”, we’ll “get” that together. In no doubt it will give us a great idea. @Frolic, Yes. You are right. Actually, I’m trying to stay the same. I don’t want it to start a discussion. Thank you for the idea. It makes me feel better.I appreciate your answer! I’m thinking, I need to stop reading the comments, I may feel too lazy to do it..so I� (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and so they say the city was saved. No, it doesn’t just take that – a miracle. A young man was a refugee from his homeland. This was back in April 2007. So he moved to a different part of Vienna, on a whim. He told his school friends – he wanted to be a photographer so they all thought he was crazy, but he wanted to take photos. Then he got a job as a freelancer and started photographing people as they went about their daily lives. There was a man in the park, a woman in the street, a little girl playing with a dog. But mostly, there are people he never met. For example, in this It was a Friday and there was no rush. The sun was shining, they were waiting for the tram to start running. At noon, the man who had been walking in the middle of the street got on a tram. He was so busy taking photos that he didn’t notice that the tram on the other side of the street was now stopped. The man on the tram, who he had never met, was walking about 4.5meters in the other direction. His name was Karl. He was from Munich, so that was a little unusual, but his face, at least to our eyes, was quite typical of his surroundings. We found him, not at all I am a photographer. I have been for a while. I like being in a hurry at the right time. Usually it is not possible. I need something to be quick, and I need it soon. I want to shoot, quickly, at an exact moment which will later become the most important moment. So I like this. Everything is in motion. When I have to shoot, I shoot quickly. I live in the city of Berlin, where everyone is very quick, very active or very involved with everyone. If you ask how I got to be a photographer, I think it was a bit like a mission (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. Photo: By the time our group gathered, the place was already full of people. Some of them seemed to have come from a long journey. They were still in their travel clothes, but the wind had died down. Photo: People started leaving and taking the photo by ones and twos. It happened while we were snapping away. It was so easy, and the wind had definitely died down. The only thing that didn’t seemed to calm down were tourists. They were still pushing their photos along and not moving as much as others. But, it was a good sign that everyone was moving around. Photo: We were all standing close. We kept an eye on each other and not on the visitors as we were supposed to do in this part of the town. We wanted to get used to not being in line with the line of tourists and people. Photo: The woman who had helped with the orientation asked us if we had any questions. We said we had none and she said to go to the shops. She said that everything was prepared for each of the groups to come. As the last group of people came, the woman asked them if they were coming, and one by one all the women said they were. Photo: After the shopping, we went for tea with the host and some friends in the guest house, where the whole group had spent some time, and which served its purpose. As we were getting out, our guide started walking ahead. We kept a watch over him to see what he was up to. Our guide was really energetic today, and it was difficult not to have to take an interest in him, especially since he always went for walks all the time. Photo: The host told me to get off the train as it had come to a halt. The first thing I saw was the sign of a train that had stopped. It told us that it had been abandoned for the time being, and that it (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. The owner is on the left, with the barman and girl from his other side. The owner, on his right, is shaking hands and offering drinks to his visitor. It is a small, dimly-lit place and we find it very quiet. The owner is in his early 60’s, and from his relaxed manner, there is no hint of the time he spent working in the barber pole. It is his way of saying that he has no interest in the current political events and they are not important in his life. The owner and barman have taken over control and business. They do not speak, they do not interact. We walk into a room where different scenes are being shot. The owner has put up a table with photographers and lights. Another table has cameras and lights and is ready. And on the back stage sits one of each. They all know their secrets and will not lie. The lights go dark and they are all in the zone. The owner gives the girl his autograph and the camera owner points to the one to his right. The girl writes her signature on his glass and turns on the lights. They all smile and say, “that’s it, that’s it.” After a long day shooting photographs, we leave with our bags. We have a lot of work still to do or to share and the owner has offered to arrange a meeting with the other photographers after we are done. We leave and as we pass the door, the owner whispers, “this was taken yesterday with my phone turned off”.<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. and, in the end, his photography was so well received that the staff wanted to meet him. In the end, the staff made him an honorary board member. (from Wikipedia) Quote:If you can think of something, please suggest it to him, because, if something isn’t there, you are going to have to invent it.The problem with this whole “hugging, hugging” thing is they are trying to push me to something, they are trying to push myself out of the picture and make me someone new. There was a guy who was making a living with his hand waving. Someone said let’s go get a hug. Well, there was no man to wave to and no one wanted it! You must have forgotten that there is the old saying that a stranger is a stranger with you at the moment you meet someone. There is nothing wrong with hugging someone because you feel close to them. It’s just a habit that I have been having for years and just recently, I started hugging strangers from everywhere but my own home. Nowhere else. But to some extent, I do it because if I don’t, so does everyone else. Quote:the problem with this whole “hugging, hugging” thing is they are trying to push me to something, they are trying to push myself out of the picture and make me someone new. You can hug strangers from other places, but as soon as you hug them they look away or they want something more. You will know that it’s because they want more than the simple touch of a hug. The problem with this whole “hugging, hugging” thing is they are trying to push me to something, they are trying to push myself out of the picture and make me someone new. You can hug strangers from other places, but as soon as you hug them they look away or they want something more. You will know that it’s because they want more than the simple touch (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. of the locals. There were no locals in the place, and there were no people in the photos. A stranger would not look twice at how this traveler looks and walks before snapping photos. This fellow gave a thumbs-up. That is an acceptable way to address another person. This kind of action could become a habit. A simple gesture, like giving a thumbs-up, could be something a traveler and his or her friends and acquaintances will do regularly in every setting. We are all travelers in this land, in this world. It is the very nature of our existence. Some of us may have to take it into our daily action that there are many people in this world. We have to be ready to see what are the consequences of our actions on others. If we do a thing that others consider wrong, and it seems like the thing is not wrong, other people should be ready to step on our toes and call our actions “silly.” The point here is to learn to let the others around us know there is a point to their behavior and a point to their behavior. They might have different perspective of us. Some people consider something wrong just because others do it. Those people who do not take the time to study social conventions and rules and to see they are not as they are, are considered weird. When you realize that others do not think you are right, and you think they are “wrong”, you become “out of character.” You make yourself into a character in the eyes of others. This doesn’t mean that other people will say this, or that you will be ridiculed. But other people must understand that your actions are right and they are “incorrect.” To take it further, you have to realize that you are right. And you should do it to your best. You wouldn’t be having this conversation if you weren’t. You wouldn’t (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. of the old, tired-looking kids, and then moved on to the younger kids with the same smiles. He was getting a little bored after about 15 minutes, but now his camera was recording all the time. He was taking photos of the kids that were old and tired out, they were smiling and looking cute in their photos. The next day, he took photos of the old, tired-looking kids again. He was getting bored again, this time around about 17 photos. The next day he was still getting bored. As he was taking his pictures, he noticed a man sitting in the back. When he was taking photos of the kids, he never took the camera to the left, to the right the man turned his head the other side, and he was smiling and looking. The man smiled and gave a thumbs-up to this guy. He became more and more interested in the photos. The man became more and more bored. The man was getting even more bored. The man stopped smiling and looked to the left and the right, and he never smiled and looked to this side, and then he turned his head to the back and gave a thumbs-up to this guy. The man’s smile was just getting worse, the man was becoming bored more and more, as he was getting more and more excited with his thoughts, and he found himself wondering if the man was waiting for someone. The only problem, is that none of the children appeared to be waiting for anyone, they were all playing with their friends and had no desire to have a man waiting for them. The photos of the children seemed to get better and better, as this man getting more and more excited. As the man became more and more excited with his thoughts, he tried to imagine if the man was waiting for them, he got excited, because he noticed the guy looking off to the side. He smiled and gave a thumbs-up to this man. As the man became more and more excited (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. He is also a photographer. When he sat on the chair, someone smiled while he was taking photos. The person who smiled was happy to be there and the chair is happy. The smile and the chair are happy. (1) (3) (4) Now let us have the idea that we are looking for people who have different meanings of “happy”. In all these cases, the “happy” in these cases is different from the “happy” in the one before. That is because we are looking for a difference between persons with the same meaning of “happy”. So we have to look for a difference between persons in words. In the case above, we try to look for a difference between persons in the same word. The word you look for is “happy”, because we know that “happy” has different meanings depending on what person is being considered happy in every example. The happy person or the happy person is different for every example that the reader of the article chooses. (2) Now you are looking for a difference between persons in the same word. It is not easy. You have to think about the words that are used for “happy” and try to think about them in all their meaning. But sometimes two different meanings of the word “happy” are similar in the meaning, and that is because they are similar in the way in which they can be applied. There are other similar things in the world, and so in many cases we get the idea that they have the same meaning and can be applied to the same things. That is because for example, they can be compared and we can make comparisons between their use. If you look for a happiness difference between two people and think about words that are used for happiness, the word you search for is probably (or probably) “happy”. But when we search for a difference between two persons we might search “happy (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. Then there is a very small boy behind a table on the left. On the left-hand side, there is an old man sitting on a chair. On the right-hand side, a young boy sits on a chair. There is a bench for two little girls. The little man sits on this bench like a doll, and his chair is made of wood. He is wearing a red-and-yellow-carpeted suit with a pocket watch and a tie. There is also a hand-written sign (the handwriting is like a big red-lettering) below him which reads: “I would like to have a glass of water, thank you.” At this point I think there are three girls (maybe five) behind that table. One of the girls behind that table makes some small noises in a corner somewhere. This person is a bit over-emotional and excited. He keeps asking the other two people at the table for water, even after the first girl leaves the room. There is a black man sitting between me and the two other young girls. I do not know him, but I know his name, “Nathan.” He has short black hair with a part hanging in his face and his teeth are very clean. Nathan stands up, leaves the kitchen, walks to the back door, opens it, and takes a can of soda with a straw from the can’s left-side end. Then he goes on back through the kitchen and into the hall of this room. On the way back in the kitchen he passes the people seated on the floor. On that floor are five children and six adults. Two of the children are lying on their stomachs. One of the children is lying on her back in the middle of a little room. Two of the adults are sitting on two different sides of a board, and their legs are intertwined, which means that they are not really talking together. One of the adults is on the far left, the other one is on the right. Both of them (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. He takes a breath. Then begins the race to his destination, the destination he takes to be somewhere else other than his hotel room. He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. of the walls. Then he photographed the ceiling. Then he photographed the walls again In the beginning, he gave a thumbs-up and the photos appeared. But as he took more pictures, and his phone ran out of space, he slowed down. He stopped at the place where he thought he remembered he’d seen the door, and he started to take photos of it, as the door did. All the photos were blurry, and he stopped at the place where he thought he remembered he saw a picture, and he took a photograph and turned away from himself. And then he stopped taking photos altogether.<|endoftext|> (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. Hands down, the best thing I took on the trip was sitting in the middle seats in coach with my wife. We don’t normally take photographs, but I was so pleased Hands down, the best thing I took on the trip was sitting in the middle seats in coach with my wife. We don’t normally take photographs, but I was so pleased Hands down, the best thing I took on the trip was sitting in the middle seats in coach with my wife. We don’t normally take photographs, but I was so pleased I can tell by the way you are handling that camera that you’re the happiest you could be. I can tell by the way you are handling that camera that you’re the happiest you could be. I just think back. What would you have done without that camera? I just think back. What would you have done without that camera? I love the new lens, too. I can finally see the world all through my lens … and the clouds are so beautiful. I love the new lens, too. I can finally see the world all through my lens … and the clouds are so beautiful. As beautiful as these photos are, there are a million more to take. As beautiful as these photos are, there are a million more to take. I love this place so much. There are so many adventures to see here, (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. He is a car-pilot. When he entered the place, he gave the thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned it. He started taking photos He is a student. When he entered the place, he gave the thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned it. He started taking photos He is a tourist. When he entered the place, he gave the thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned it. He started taking photos He is a student. When he entered the place, he gave the thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned it. He started taking photos He is a lawyer. When he entered the place, he gave the thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned it. He started taking photos He is an international footballer. When he entered the place, he gave the thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned it He is a photographer. When he entered the place, he gave the thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned it. He started taking photos He is an international footballer. When he entered the place, he gave the thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned it I don’t remember much about my childhood; if you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. If you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. If you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. If you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. If you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. If you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. If you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. If you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. If you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. If you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. If you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. If you know the truth, this would be a very boring story. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. At night he goes out with his camera, taking photos by himself and taking them to the next night. There he does the same thing. And sometimes he takes them to a friend’s house and takes them to a friend’s house. He wants to know what makes this place special and what makes this place different, and he finds it strange that he cannot understand why everyone takes pictures to the same place. In fact everyone knows how it is the only place where they can take pictures and can see that what they see is good and perfect, but it also looks strange, doesn’t it? During the day sometimes he takes pictures of himself while walking, and the places that he goes to he takes pictures of the back. People will ask him what is he doing at the back, but he will have no answer for them. Then he will start taking pictures of the streets that he runs in, and it becomes impossible for him to tell what is really going on, because there is only the street and the back of the town that is there for people to see. Even while he puts up his own picture he is not very impressed by what he is doing there. The more he puts up pictures, the more he wants to move his camera around. Sometimes he is very tired because he puts up his own pictures. A couple of times, as a consequence of the fatigue, his camera is stolen. He tries to find how he became a thief and he tries to explain, but the explanations don’t convince people. They simply don’t have the same sense towards stealing that they do towards pictures. They want to see a beautiful photograph as if it is their prize. When they see a photograph, they like to get as much money as possible, but even having such a big amount doesn’t make them happy. Then they think that this is how the camera became famous. When he wants to take pictures, he does it again and again, each time he wants more and more. (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. he has been on a long vacation for a month and a half, and he had planned this to be a week. Now he is waiting to get into one of the sites. He is a traveler, so he’ll go to places that suit him. He has been taking pictures of me, of my little apartment and of the house. “How do you start an ode to the place?” he said with his camera on his shoulder and a smile, and he was already in another location. I can’t remember the first day I came to the place. I do remember having my eye opened, but not the first day I came. “This is not the most important day of my life to know that it is today,” I thought. In those days, I knew nothing, nothing, nothing. I remember thinking “I have something great and beautiful today. Let’s show it.” When I entered the place, I thought: “Today is the most important day of my life, so I will show it.” I began to walk up the stairs. As I climbed up the stairs, I heard things which were a little bit scary like “the stairs are slippery,” “I can’t walk up”, “it’s cold, I can’t go on,” “I can’t go on,” to my dismay. I don’t really remember the first moments I lived and breathed this place. I remember thinking “We are now here. We are in the home of our God.” “I am sure God is going to come out at this spot.” This sounds like an absurd thought. “I am sure something important will happen in here. I can’t believe it! God is so, so, so (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. He is the man at the entrance of the park where the “Tango-Moviola Fest” takes place. On several occasions he was invited to speak, in addition to giving tours where he shows his photos. The park itself is called “Nippon Pavilions”. He has photos throughout the park. Each of the “Tango-Moviola Fest” events shows a unique picture. We visited this park with him on October 30, and talked to him about the “Tango-Moviola Fest” and photos he has taken throughout the park. There are some special photos of the park. Why do you like taking photographs? “I like photography because I like it because I like to give to others, I do it for fun, for people to see pictures of themselves, to show how happy they are living, the happiness of life, how they have a good life. There The “Tango-Moviola festival” was held last month. A man named Hiroshi was invited to take photos. Here is his story about the festival. “We went to Tango Park with the “Tango-Moviola Fest”. We were told that there will be a very unique festival held on this spot. Tango-Moviola Festival in Tokyo On the way to the festival, I stopped to take photos. I wanted to take a photo to show what is on my way. I took this photo in front of the park. As you can see, there are the Tango dancers and there are the “Tango-Moviola “dancers. And there is the park in the background. Tango-Moviola Festival in Tokyo I took a lot of pictures of the festival, then I went to the park. I took photos there. There are lots of places where photos are taken. You can see pictures of the park and the (…)

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He is a travel-photographer. When he entered the place, he gave a thumbs-up. Someone smiled and returned the thumbs-up. He started taking photos. In his profession, he keeps a busy office. He keeps a busy travel-photographer in his office and shoots more and more trips. Soon, he has reached the limit of his travel, so he decided to take a break from traveling so he could rest. He got into to a room and began to prepare for a long day of travel-photography. At the same time, he began to plan for his own return. He got into the hotel for his return trip to his home and was pleased to find the hotel had a room for him. He spent some time looking over the room. This was a gift from his son, and now he could relax. He closed the door of his room and closed the curtains because he thought his room looked dirty. But, soon, he heard his son’s voice. “Dad! Dad! There is a little cat sitting at the end of the bed.” He looked at the cat’s face. It was a friendly cat. “What does it mean?” The cat spoke. “It means, my dearest son. This is from me. See, there is my cat sitting on the bed.” The cat went close to the bed and looked at the phone. “You are leaving me?” “No, I didn’t expect to. But you know I love you very much. So much so that I’m leaving you for a few months. But this is not what you had planned for you for this time.” The cat talked. “Then, I must pay for the hotel, the hotel bill. But, wait, the hotel’s very expensive, and you really didn’t expect me to do that.” “So, let’s talk about this issue, a little later, a little after sunset. I promise I will give you some money when you� (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I left the airport in Chicago this morning in my new, comfortable, yellow car. We drove for 40 or so minutes to the outskirts of Chicago, past the Chicago O’Hare airport and into the city proper. I had to do a quick loop out the airport’s front gate, and then to my car, across an open plaza, all with a view of the airport’s terminal. (I wasn’t allowed inside, but the guard informed me I could see what was going on from my car.) A man in a sweatshirt walked away for a few minutes, then came back and asked if I was free to take a picture of him standing next to the airport security station. I said, “Yeah, sure.” When he turned around and saw me with my phone, I saw that this man is in his 60s, with a few gray hairs around the temples. I asked if that meant he was bald. He said, “Yes,” and handed over the phone. (That’s usually the extent of his hair-shaving.) I saw (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a big hug from someone unknown to me: the friendliest person I have ever been hugged by. This is me after 5 days of travel in Central America. No travel-advice for this one; instead I write about the wonderful thing that happened during my time in Guatemala on a family vacation where a stranger gave me a hug. I think every person who has traveled, at least the ones who haven’t written, should write their travel diaries to say what they liked about the places they visited. I don’t know why I’m saying this since I don’t write, it’s just something I’ve heard since I left college. So my travel diaries are now completed! And it’s always amazing to share with the world your unique experience from your previous travel. I think your diaries should show your experiences, whether good or bad, and then leave me a note in the comment section. But now for the big event – the time I spent on my first official international trip. I went to Nicaragua, Guatemala and Costa Rica (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: “I had never seen the ocean, but it sounded grand, so I thought I’d head out tomorrow morning.” A month before I went sailing for the first time, I was walking down an apartment street in San Francisco when I was approached by a woman. Without thinking, I reached out to shake her hand and said, “Hello, I’m from the city! Have you just moved here?” “When we get done talking, you have to tell me why you thought they should hire me.” My response is almost as odd as the hand that shook mine. “I’m from the city! You know I work at the city.” I’m not sure of the legal boundaries between being “from the city” and “the city.” We discussed each other’s jobs, and she started talking right away. “I am a creative director, and I’ve just come from my own personal experience in the creative community. I am looking for the next creative visionary for the city, and I (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a group of Americans headed to a resort in the Cote d’Azur. A few hours later, they were back in the US. At the time, their plane was on its way to Athens, and their next stop was San Cristobal, Mexico, a tiny town of 100, or so, where the sun rises every day and all the people are so close together that you could walk between them and touch things. At San Cristobal’s Plaza Mayor, the crowd that had arrived hours earlier by ferry was about to be joined by a fresh batch of adventurers. For eight days, the Americans had been heading to the resort island of Isla Verde on the southwestern coast of the state of Nayarit, where the first batch of guests had arrived on August 4. The two weeks had gone by and things were getting serious. The Americans on Isla Verde were all from California, the second group of them all American. But the weather had turned, and the winds on Isla Verde were ferocious. On Wednesday, August 18, both groups of Americans were on the beach in (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: We first visited this extraordinary part of Europe in December 2008 and have been back on a full-time basis ever since. How could two Canadians be so lucky to visit this little piece of the world? I first visited Lisbon in May 2008. After a short wait in the airport I asked for a taxi and was dropped at the bottom of a hill. This village seemed like it must have developed out of the rock-chic of northern France and southern Spain, the architecture simple to the point of kitsch. After checking in my small backpack and a couple of extra toiletries, we walked up the winding cobbled streets and down the small stairs to the charming, small bar inside which we both immediately ordered a caipirinha (coffee with an espresso). The waiter brought us a tray with our drink, a coffee-mate and a glass of rosé. While the coffee was black, there wasn’t a lot of rosé around Lisbon. It was nice, I suppose, but I’d seen that most European cafes tended to have more than the basics and it seemed to me like that (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: my family’s weeklong visit to the Cinque Terre, where we walked its narrow cobbled streets, ate its home-made pasta and drank its local wine, and came to know and like its locals. It was the sort of day you would forget, except for the sound of the cicadas and other bird songs in the air as the family walked along the coast. While my wife was in Florence (yes, there are two of us—our sons, who are 14 and 10, are in Florence this year), I was in the Cinque Terre. When I arrived a week later, my kids, ages 5 and 2, were playing in the park across the street. They came across two other families, all three with young children, and one person in a wheelchair. There was no playground in sight, I thought. Just the road leading from a small church behind the church to a long walkway with a statue of a man holding a bunch of grapes. It was a great way to learn about the history of this small but gorgeous town. The locals do a lot of (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: That’s a very nice, and I want to thank you for sharing this. I really admire the way you write – so, many people are unable to express themselves in a way that has meaning and is respectful, and I really think that with time, you will be able to reach the people who want to learn the skills. That’s what I am striving for. – my first-born son I really like the way you write, and I am writing because the topic of writing is important in which you do it. Writing gives us something to learn, and I have learned a lot from what you have written. There are just few things in English that you should know, to ensure the quality of writing:

1. First of all, it is important not to waste the time. Write every day without any consideration when you don’t have time to write and when writing will not be relevant. Second, be honest and precise and when not writing, take a breath. Third, never fall into the trap of over-use of words, and if you do, (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a week I spent in Berlin. The first day in Berlin, I rented a bike and started the whole bike journey to the city of the world’s most beautiful bike-riding. At the very beginning, I’d thought my journey was about Berlin. But there’s a lot of other things going on in that tiny slice of the whole Germany. What are you going to do when you arrive in Berlin? Are you visiting the beautiful parks of the city? Is there actually a big train station in Berlin, or is it just a place you could hop on a train to take you to some place outside of the city? Who is the city’s mayor, the mayor is the city’s mayor? And do you ever think it will be just like you imagined it in your mind? I thought about the idea of a big train station in London: I imagined it was very big and has a train to take you from London to some place outside of the city. When I arrived in Berlin, I’d thought that I’d end up in the center (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I met a Norwegian soldier stationed in Iraq a year and a half ago. He was about 5’11” tall and had been living in Germany for about 6 months. He said this was probably his best-ever deployment. I never dreamed I would see him, nor that I could ever have a personal encounter with him. He was an intelligent, warm, and easy-going person who appeared to be in good spirits and quite possibly the most relaxed and open-hearted person I have, or probably have ever met, with whom I have had my first conversation. His family, friends and colleagues were, again, all extremely friendly and open to contact with people of all races and backgrounds. It is hard to know what to make of his story, because I knew he was in Iraq for at least 4 years, but never had a chance to meet him myself. We talked and got to know each other, and I realized a day or so ago that it was one of the warmest, most loving, most interesting, most kind and funny conversations I ever had with a man. I can’t help but think back often. (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: After five or six long years away in Germany, when this writer had just turned thirty, I had just started my first round of freelance writing jobs, and already I had a number of stories in print ready to appear in the literary magazines, but they never materialised. I had not been home since June, that time they turned the house upside down, searched the entire town to find my father’s name among the first victims. Yet still, at the end of the summer, I had a letter from Paris saying, ‘Welcome, my dear friend!’ It arrived in July. At last, I reached the city in the middle of August. After the long flight from Berlin to Frankfurt, which took all day, and the long taxi ride to the hotel and then to the train station, I arrived there, and had my first meal outside the hotel—at the mairie. The first thing that struck me were the trees of the avenue around the building and in the street. The plane trees were a long way off in the air, but they seemed as high and solid as the trees of Paris. (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I came upon this photo of an airport on a late afternoon in Paris in early 2015. My brother was still in college, I was in a group, and that’s all I could think about. But the day that I got back from Paris, I had a vivid remembrance of this photo. It had probably been taken less than a year before, while I was running around Europe. I would sit and stare out the window, holding hands with a girl I met during one of our stops in Paris, and then realize that I still had to visit the airport I had been in. So I turned off my GPS and drove back to the airport. I found a place to park near the entrance to the airport, and set up my camera and a bottle of water. A light rain began to fall, and the sun was finally setting. I snapped the photo I was looking for. I was so excited that I was actually able to find the photograph, and that I could snap some pictures that afternoon that I didn’t have to see in real life again until five years later. I think that we were in (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: A few years ago, I was going about my morning activities in southern California in a neighborhood grocery store — a small, mostly Latino community — and some man entered the store and sat with his back to me. He appeared to be in his seventies, with silver hair and a face that held a sort of old-timey dignity. I did my best to ignore him, but it was clear he was interested in my activities. He was checking out and trying to get more information about the items in the store, in what seemed to be a somewhat hazy, almost distracted way. But the minute I started to put some things together about our recent trip to the United States, all hell started breaking out. There’s a scene in the 2009 movie “Home Alone,” an American family living in a retirement community in the Caribbean, which has a strange way with time. One afternoon, at the dinner table, a couple of middle-aged men is discussing the relative merits of investing in some mutual fund, stocks and bonds, or maybe gold, or shares of “the stock market.” On the (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: A trip to Canada I’d been planning for a year. My first trip to the US in 1837, before the arrival of the railroad, was planned as a vacation. My wife and I were in one of the better inns in the city of Philadelphia. I went south, with twenty or forty companions, and left Philadelphia early the next morning. We traveled slowly, with all the leisurely things you could imagine. There was a time when I didn’t care to travel. I was in the Army at the time, and my unit was stationed at Camp Sumter, in South Carolina (my birthplace), not far from Charleston. Our company was a light infantry, and we were not very comfortable. I hated camp life. I had never in my life been outdoors with a rifle, and I could see an awful lot of holes in the walls of our tents and houses. We were scrounging for food. There were some nice people among us, but we were really nothing special. I’d been at Camp Sumter for a little over a month when (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a new restaurant, The Briciole, has opened at 1 Mathers St. in the East Village. As any of my readers who frequent that neighborhood will attest, that’s not a small thing to have in your neighbourhood. The Briciole, which opened its doors on January 4, is located on the first floor of a handsome 18th-century townhouse that has been the subject of much controversy. Its owner and chef, Jonathan Sussman, has been the subject of many of the same reviews: an unflattering review from the New York Times, a scathing blog post from a local blogger and the most recent review from Eater writers have all been critical. He has also attracted some interesting media attention, as evidenced by his latest tweet: “Goodbye to all that.” As the chef of one of the most important restaurants in East Village history, I can assure you that this is not goodbye. “We didn’t want to be the first to open a new thing in the East Village,” Sussman tells me. “I (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: The driver of this bus was not wearing the hat that he was supposed to—he’d had it on the previous night, and it had been washed and cleaned and dented since. The driver had a brief, slightly dazed look at his passenger, a young woman, before shaking his head and walking away, his mouth grimly closed. The man returned a few moments later, his passenger still staring at him, the hat now perfectly intact. The woman had a small, pretty face, and her eyes were large and soft beneath her hat. Her hair was tied back in a bun, and as she got closer to me she gave me a slight smile and a wave, but she still held out both hands and asked if I was OK. “Yeah, I’m good, just … I’m going to miss a connection to Tamblero Rocinante,” I said. “But it will be worth it, I think.” “It is still very beautiful,” she said. “And the view! The beach! And (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I’m in Barcelona again, working for a Spanish travel guide—and it’s been five months. I’m here on holiday with my American husband. It’s been so exciting! We had a fantastic day in Barcelona. The weather is nice, the restaurants are great, and the best part is we spent the whole day with some of the best people! My husband just kept pointing out places in this guide that he didn’t even know existed, and we’re still going to go back! On the advice of another guidebook, I headed straight out of my house to find a very nice Barcelona hotel. I took a bus to get there and discovered that everyone had been instructed not to go straight to the hotel unless absolutely needed. Instead, the guidebook said, people should go into one of the hotels first and see if they can get a room there. So I started to look. I didn’t really know what to expect. I was told that some people wouldn’t get a room without spending an hour or two in the hotel first—which is what they are told to do by the guidebook. The first hotel turned out to (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I’m back on a plane and a random stranger has offered to drive me back to LA. To some people who’ve been away from the coasts for months, this may not seem like a big deal. But to me, it can be; I just hope I don’t die. I’m in the middle of this story and looking over some notes and emails, realizing something: there’s a LOT of other stories for me to write. (I may come back to tell them, as well…). And so I think it’s a good time to open the floor for you all to tell your (or at least I hope) amazing, incredible, miraculous (or just amazing) stories. First, as so many of you already have (in some sort of order), I’m going to give you my two most favourite trips: Our last trip together was the longest we’ve ever done! I can’t believe we’ve been apart for so long! But hey, it was absolutely amazing and so much fun. A few weeks ago, our trip to Jamaica was cancelled due to Hurricane Matthew. What a crazy (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I was riding in the back seat of my car with my wife to go to a doctor’s appointment (we go to different doctors’ appointments!). We had taken a wrong route to leave our destination, and got lost. We had to make a turn to the left, but when I looked out of the window, there was a traffic jam in front of the road we had intended to take. This was our new adventure. A sign indicated that we were at the “last house of the street”, but the road name didn’t change when you turned right. Well, after a while, we finally got on a road we thought was a good place to go (the right road), but we discovered that it was actually the one we had been to earlier, and we were lost again. We had no idea where we were, and no idea where we had been. The first thing we did was decide to look up the names of the streets we were on. There were none and there was no name of a street with street sign. A few blocks later, the road changed (it had some name, but not that specific (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: first impression. This is the travel-story of Doreen (not, strictly speaking, her real name). I met her in a bookshop in Edinburgh in 2003. I have always found her intriguing. The following notes were written in the course of that book tour, which took her to Paris, Florence, Rome, London and Edinburgh. From Edinburgh we drove to a village on the Moun-de La Tour, a river crossing that I always thought of as the most beautiful place in Europe. There was a train station that had been there since medieval times, originally called La Porte de la Tour and was the centre for a ferry to Brienne-sur-Mer (Briensure; the name Brienne is spelled wrong in German). That particular trip on the ferry was the first time Doreen had taken a train across the English Channel and was therefore very excited to be able to say good-bye to the train. We had arrived at the little town of Montgeneuve-la-Tour. We bought a small amount of souvenirs with the idea of having a picnic at the railway station (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: My first experience with the UK train operator, East Midlands Trains, was, shall we say, mixed. I was quite keen – that’s to say at least keen – to see East Midlands Trains. I spent money that way, but, at the same time, didn’t want to risk getting in too deep. But then, there was that man in the seat next to which I sat, who was the best of sorts – he was always cheerful. Then there was the man sitting opposite, who was the worst of sorts. I saw a number of other passengers, and thought they looked friendly, but we were short of a passenger-friendly train in the UK that day and didn’t have time to visit all the stations where they went. So, finally, we sat down; I paid my fare then followed along to the ticket office to purchase my ticket. I entered the ticket office, where I was greeted by a chap who appeared very friendly and appeared to be trying to sell me a ticket. (It’s probably just my memory failing me, but I remember there being a large poster hanging on his window) But then (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a quick note from me to an elderly couple who enjoyed a visit to one of our favorite Indian hill station resorts. Wednesday, August 3, 2012 Pune by train on 9th November 2011 Pune had a beautiful journey to the other end of Indian Railways: Pune. There was an air of peace and quiet about the city, as if all the energy of all the trains had been spent in laying the tracks and making the track which will bring more visitors to the city. With each train, people made some space for their own thoughts. The station became a home, a place where one could feel the atmosphere of the train, and take home souvenirs. The station was full with well-groomed young and old with little children running along with their parents, some still wearing their school uniforms of old age. As the train made its way towards the northern side of the country and arrived into the North East Indian state of Assam, a small town named Silchar, was visible for the first time in hours to be seen. This was the terminus of Silchar railway station, though the journey (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: My wife and I were sitting next to each other, enjoying a break, and my daughter came over, asked us about our trip, and then tried to get her mom’s attention. Her mom wasn’t paying attention to her friend. Not knowing the girl was a foreigner, I was pretty upset at my daughter’s attitude and the friend’s rudeness. My daughter, however, was oblivious to our exchange and didn’t try to get my mother’s attention. She was a typical teenager the first time I met her, and she’s been my kid the last eight times I’ve been to China. She loves Chinese people, and she loves Chinese food. She’s pretty open with friends, and if any of them ever ask her to repeat herself, she’s happy to oblige. She’s not from China, so she doesn’t talk very well (probably because she’s Chinese), and probably most of what she wants to say is incoherent ramblings. But if I happen to ask her to describe the city on the map she draws in her sketchbook (I always have a sketchbook with me while we (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: my second visit to Europe after two years spent in Australia. I thought Australia was a very safe place, and I really enjoyed my time there. (Plus you didn’t hear how many people got attacked each day because they didn’t wear shoes on public transport, etc.) Australia is home to the most diverse and varied of food, culture and scenery, and it was the perfect change from Sydney, Sydney New Zealand, the UK, etc… What a beautiful country and just plain lovely! You don’t see so much white anymore, you hear so much about gold, you see so much green! How fortunate for me to end up here! I love Australia, and hope you all have a great summer too.<|endoftext|> (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: from the East. When I was growing up in the ’80s, my family made the long trek to Los Angeles to meet my uncle who worked as a travel correspondent for newspapers. He had also taken a brief trip to Israel in the ’70s on a brief assignment for Channel 13. After the usual long-distance travel stories I loved, he had taken his time with a trip to Israel and the Palestinian territories. During that short trip, on a dusty street in Gaza, he was hit with an Israeli shell and seriously injured. He died shortly afterward, and his wife and son decided to take his trip, knowing that it would be the last time I would ever see him. Today, whenever I find myself in the US, I am happy that he never had to leave his loved ones; however, I’ll always miss him. His presence gave my family an incredible feeling of humanity. While I am a member of the Jewish faith of Israel, I was once a member of a different faith. But we still loved him. He also gave me a gift, and that he didn’t show in the “long- (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: It was in 1997, and a new era was beginning. I was 20 years old — my birthday was March 15. Back then, I had just left college and was on the verge of starting a Master’s degree program at the University of Michigan. I had made all my travel arrangements months before — I was going to be in India in September — and now I would be leaving town that very day, with just a few days to go before I had to start my graduate program. I had gone to India with a fellow student, a fellow from my college, who was making me a senior trip. We would be leaving from the airport in Chennai, and we would spend 14 days there. I figured I’d get to experience as much of India as possible in a short amount of time. My goal, it seemed, had been achieved. I had been working with the National Geographic Society’s Lonely Planet guidebook for a year when, on Monday, March 2, I would leave for India. The following Monday, March 17, I would arrive in the country just after dawn. With (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: my first journey to the heartland! Monday, 5 November 2014 The Best Day of the Year I think that I’ve always found time to travel around a country only on the best day of the year. My best travel day ever was last December, on the eve of Christmas. I had no idea what it would be like, I mean, I’d never come across the idea of a Christmas in Canada before and I wasn’t planning to do too much other than a quick flight to and from the city of Vancouver. It was a day of pure joy! I love, love, love Christmas! Although, as I said above I arrived in Vancouver the eve of Christmas and not the day itself. I’m going to have to change that. My best Christmas ever was on Christmas day. My other favourite holiday was New Year’s Day. It was a time of family and friends coming together for one big celebration, eating, drinking, singing, dancing… I was also lucky to meet the people from some of the family that were coming to meet their (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a long overdue flight. We’ve spent a lovely fall weekend together – a Saturday at the beach and the remaining six of us catching up with old friends and family. In a nutshell: We flew into Louisville from Boston, stopped off in New York to pick up some supplies, and were en route to Chicago when our flight was cancelled a few weeks ago. Now we’re back on a flight from Seattle to Chicago to pick up our things and head to New York, in order to catch an early-season flight from New York to Boston to make the late July-August trek to Hawaii. As mentioned earlier, we’re taking a different train line to New York – rather than the slower, more direct Amtrak route through Washington, D.C. (The other way around would make for the more comfortable ride). One major difference between the two routes is that the new Amtrak line also takes you through Philadelphia – something most people consider “too far away for comfort” (and which one of our frequent-route-change-addition acquaintances has pointed out to us countless times in the past). And the new Amtrak route’s train stop (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: It was a simple visit to my new favorite place in Europe. When I was born in Russia, in 1963, a trip to the city of Prague wouldn’t be far off … unless we didn’t like eating at all. That was my family’s understanding. And that’s it. For us. But if I ever had to say which Czech city I liked the most, I would probably say Prague. Because I am a person of habit. So, if I do decide on the final destination of my journey through Europe over the next few weeks, be warned that if this trip is to be anything but a quick one, I may not be able to enjoy the “good” things. Because I already have everything in my sights. Yes, my European adventure is coming to a close. Although it’s a different story in the Czech Republic. (In the rest of Eastern Europe, there will be no “good” things. And if I were to say “good” things, my voice would be drowned out by the voice in the (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: in India this month, a group of six people boarded a flight to Shanghai, China. And at the end of the flight they met an American backpacker named Emily. Emily was born in Chicago but grew up in Los Angeles. Before they met, Emily was on the road, but she returned to Chicago in 2015 to run the family business, Fusebox Designs. During her absence, the company had moved from Chicago to San Francisco, where Emily met the entrepreneur and co-founder. Emotional attachment drives many connections. It’s a trait that has helped Emily’s family survive the loss of Emily’s parents and now provides Emily with a path to independence and financial stability. Emily was raised in a house built for a white family. Emily’s grandmother was so poor, she had to move back in with her brother to help support her family. And so Emily’s whole childhood was spent in cramped and crowded quarters, in relative poverty. When she traveled as a child, Emily wasn’t interested in wearing clothes that cost more than $5. “ (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: after the third day in Brugge (France), my new companion gave me several interesting observations about Europe and the people who lived in it. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

When he had the time, he would drive directly to the Guggenheim Museum, then drive on to the Louvre. He found the Louvre fascinating as well, and the Guggenheim not very difficult. The first floor of the museum, especially the two-story tower, was devoted to Greek and Roman antiquities. Near them were numerous columns, including a column of the Parthenon, and on the fourth story were Greek temples and palaces. When the French government decided to reopen part of the museum, the American tourist board had to submit detailed plans so that the government could decide if the museum could move back into its original (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: my first tour of Germany and, most significantly, my first glimpse of a German-born man, a former slave who lived in my attic and was responsible for my childhood years. Friday, October 26, 2009 It is difficult to keep the history of a country or culture to oneself when traveling. For those of us who’ve traveled a bit, we tend to forget the long period of oppression that preceded our own nation and the nation that we now call Germany. At the beginning of these posts, I will, from time to time, remind readers of the significant historical, or at least religious, differences between Europe and Asia, which I am very much aware of. My travels have also allowed me to view European culture in a new way, from a different perspective, and that perspective has had a significant effect on the present-day view of most of Europe and Asia. One of the major differences between the cultures of the two regions have to do with their attitudes toward education. If you were to ask the average European today, many of them would say that most Europeans are not interested in education. Indeed (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: my friend and I had a couple of days in Amsterdam last month, and we checked in to our beautiful, cozy Rodeo Bar. I’d never been to Rodeo, and I am always impressed by it. It definitely is the kind of hipster-oriented bar that feels like an authentic, local place where you can feel part of the community. The décor is bright and colorful; this one includes, in the case of the tables, a glass case, which keeps things fresh and airy. This night I had the good fortune of meeting the man behind Rodeo, and we talked while having a drink from a bottle of wine on the bar. We both know the difference between a good and a bad traveler; our goal, after all, was to have a great time! Although he is a bartender, he didn’t know much about Amsterdam. I had heard stories of crazy tourists and how many “hidden gems” there was; in fact I think he’d have told me that he had never been to any other big city. And yet, he was genuinely excited (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a trip in a taxi to the beach. My companion, from the moment I stepped in, was a cheerful and courteous stranger. To give him a friendly salute. To give him a high five. We spent that first night in the hotel, just the two of us. Just us two. And we were happy! A week later I was at a party in London when I felt like shaking hands with someone in a dark suit, sitting in an armchair. I felt I’d been out of practice with public speaking, but I had to say, “Excuse me, are you Dr. Jack O’Connor, the author of The Secret Life of Bees?” “How do you do,” said a man with the faintest New England accent in a voice not to my ears. “I’ve been away a long time,” I said. “That was a terrible thing to happen to my family.” “I should think that’s why you don’t like bees,” he replied. The look in his eyes said it (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: “How I got back to India” (Babbar). I was a child again. The country had almost completely disappeared. I felt abandoned, and lonely. I never wanted to come back. I had moved on to a different city, a new and better place away from India’s streets, its people and its traditions. But there was still India to go back to. One day, while living in an orphanage in Bangladesh, I saw a village boy named Baba. I asked him if he would be my guide. “This is my home,” he said, and put his hand in his pocket to show me what was inside. “I will take you to your mother too.” It was then that I made a decision. I returned. My name is Siddharth, and I have been to many countries along the same path as Baba’s in Bangladesh. I didn’t know a thing about India. My father was an engineer in Bangladesh’s government. But I did not like the idea of going back (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: When I was a teenager, I once ran away to India with a guy I’d met on a friend’s suggestion. We’d been traveling together for a few months and had both done quite well. But we fell into a fight over me leaving India with my companion, after a night out with the group’s other female member. This would have been a perfect opportunity for me to make his life hell, but my fellow traveler and I both just wanted to go home and take the first plane that came along, and to make sure he got off the plane before I did. I tried to leave him after he was done arguing. I told him that he could just leave me here and not deal with my issues for a while. But he persisted, and I eventually had to physically grab him and haul him out of the crowd when another female member of the group came to the aid of the other guy and started fighting with him in the terminal. I did not want to physically get involved with him, but he pushed me out of the crowd so that I could get out of there in one (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I’ll be heading off this way for a few months with my wife and children, to hike around the Sierra Nevada mountain range. My wife will be back at work as well after the kids are grown so we’ve agreed not to have much contact on this trip. My plans for the trip are to travel in summer and take advantage of the beautiful weather and trail conditions to hike more extensively. I’m doing this because I enjoy the outdoors, I like to be out in nature, and I want to hike somewhere with as much variety of vegetation as possible. In the spring and fall of this year, a cold front has swept in from the northwest and brought snow, rain, bitter cold and occasional gusts of hurricane force winds. When it’s the middle of the night and you’re camped out at a lake, you’ve got a lot on your mind. There’s the campfire and the sleeping bag you should have made. There’s the food you were planning to bring on the boat, but didn’t. There are (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I had planned to make this a “story about a time traveler.” But now I can see why I hadn’t. I didn’t realize the danger in that word, a word that means, literally, the thing from a distant or oblique point of view, a word used in metaphysics. The problem is that from a point of view of the past, this woman who was at the beach with me on the day she died seemed like one of those people who’d gotten on an airplane and would appear, to the extent that anyone had seen her there, to be of normal proportions: average height and weight, no signs of a deathbed transformation, except a black dress and makeup, that kind of thing. In the present-day, she was the exact opposite of that: shrunken, overweight, in a way that was both alarming, but also discomfiting. From a historical point of view that made my heart race, I could have easily been looking at a person at some point in the distant past: a young lady who’d had a long life ahead of her (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: “We are now two days at sea, and I am reading the paper on deck, and there is a letter from Mr. McBean, at a place called Biscoe Bay, in East Africa, with interesting observations on native life and customs, and a very curious story which Mr. McBean has just come from a village beyond the shores of Biscoe Bay, called the ‘Baco Bo’. I am inclined to think it true and I have heard Mr. McBean tell the story with some of the same features. If so, what is the ‘Baco Bo’?” “I believe it is the old name of Beersheba,” said the speaker, “but that it isn’t the same is pretty beyond me, and I’ll let you and Mr. McBean speak for yourselves as to what a ‘Baco Bo’ is.” “It is a very curious and very different type of life,” (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I was talking with my great friend and travel blogger, Michaela, just north of Chicago over the weekend. We were discussing the current surge of interest among foodies to discover new flavors, when we also started to talk about one more travel-story I’d like to tell. Me: I was in Boston recently and the first day or two we traveled to Harvard. There were many great restaurants we came across, as well as a few that were closed. We had to stop in one of the many off-the-radar, and unassuming, restaurants to see what they served. Michaela: I just read the Boston Globe article on the closures today. Can you believe they didn’t even list the name of the restaurant? Me: Yeah, I can. It’s nice they tried in this article. Michaela: And even the name is an obvious giveaway. One of the first people I met were the owners of the restaurant and, to be honest, their first name is unappealing. The rest is a list of complaints I couldn’t wait to share with them… Me (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a friend suggested I go to the beach in a wheelchair. With no time to change, I was delighted to do just that, despite the painful sensation of cramps and discomfort. And so the good news: This adventure was a great success. The trip, including beach breaks, was so enjoyable that the trip itself was well worth it. (I didn’t want to leave! So I stayed.) And, of course, there were a few things I didn’t like about my trip to the beach. Some were minor irritants, like not getting a lot of sun. Some were big complaints, like not being able to wear hats and sunglasses or bring a beach chair. But, overall, the journey to the beach was a good one, if not exactly pleasant. I was so happy to get to the beach! And the beach was fantastic! The first part of my adventure was to explore the beach. The beach is beautiful in that many of the structures and buildings of that day in life at the beach appear to have been relocated by the waves of the sea to this place in the (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: “When we decided to head West, we realized how far we might have to travel with nothing (or with a bag to fill) when we arrived there.” —Dorian Stone, former San Francisco artist, traveler, and father Our first taste of the Pacific Northwest came when we took our infant twins—Tay, who was just a few months old, and John, two years old—along with my husband and our son Brandon (now 15). We had a cabin at the foot of Mount Baker in the beautiful and remote Sawtooth Mountains of Oregon. My husband, Thomas, and I had grown up in the midwest, attending the same elementary school, and it was our intention to continue exploring our family heritage as we pursued our own travels. Having grown up in the Midwest, I knew just how difficult and time-consuming it had been for us to make those first two trips. John, the eldest of the children, was on a long break from school, and I was also a single parent to this young couple. Plus, I grew up outside of North America. Thomas and I were (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I first heard stories of Japan after the Second World War by Japanese migrants after visiting several communities of Australians. Many of them were elderly, and it occurred to me that some of these could be the storytellers of their age. I also discovered that many Australians were not of the “Japan generation”, but were more recently arrived, and had only recently reached Westernised countries since leaving Japan. Nowhere in Japan were there any signs, monuments or street names referring to “Australia”. One day I would love to see a small, local community with its own distinct, small, colourful story that they tell about their lives. For some reason, I had not put that thought into my head just a week or so ago. But why would I care?! I was, still, the only Japanese of the Australia generation living in Japan, and I was happy to go on with my life as I had known it, just as I had been doing in Japan since arriving the previous summer in 1965. I suppose being Japanese can do that for you. It’s how we think and speak and (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a brief tale filled with wonder, adventure, and adventure. Thursday, October 09, 2006 It’s not easy to find yourself among the people who are doing so many things in order to make their lives more comfortable. When I first arrived in Australia I did try a number of things, such as travelling by hitch-hiking. Then I managed to hitch-hike a train, but I only lasted a couple of hours before the people who were working in the carriage became so annoyed at me that they kicked me off. This was at the “Koroween” on the North-East railway line from Brisbane to Cooktown. After two and a half days of this, my travelling companion told me that they had tried to drive to a different train. So I turned around and decided to walk up to a train station and ask them why they wanted to drive for so long. I was going to walk all the way back, but my companions made good use of the time they could have spent catching up with me. They were very helpful and showed me a number of different things (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: The first time I ever ate Mexican food. Mexico in the early 1980s had some similarities to the food in the Caribbean (tropical islands), which I had loved every summer and always got a little bit confused about but never really had a deep love for. However, Mexican food is nothing like Caribbean food; it is much more different than what I expected it to be. For the first time ever, I ate the “Mexican burrito.” What I got was something I had never had before. Actually, it was a pretty good burrito, but I did not like it. The first time I ate it, I felt like I had eaten a small piece of very bad Mexican. The second time I ate it, a more positive experience I got, but I still felt a bit of a let down. This time around, I got some great pictures and learned a lot of great things about Mexican food. The good: – The flavors of the typical Mexican dishes are so good and the way they are cooked. – All the ingredients are fresh, never frozen – Lots of (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: At a cafe in the city of Chiang Mai in the south of Thailand, near the border with Laos, I meet a man who wants to change his visa. His name on the visa is ‘Mr Tan,’ with two ‘r’s. He apologizes in the Thai dialect. He has just come to Thailand from China. Mr Tan has spent his young life in China. He’s a lawyer. He has a lot of Chinese ancestry; the son of Chinese parents, born in China and raised there. As a Chinese father, he’s been treated fairly well over the years. The situation here is much different. From a businessman in Laos, he knows just the man to ask. Mr Tan lives in a country where the government allows him to do business, and he lives in a country where the government will not grant him citizenship. But that is not the end of his problem. I am asked about Chinese immigration, so I tell him about China. He says he’s had enough of them, and that he has been a good customer over the years and he’s tired of dealing with them (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I just finished two weeks in South America. After traveling all the way to Rio de Janeiro from my home in Vancouver, I did not find the perfect vacation spot. Instead, the most satisfying experience was the travel-log (which I will probably regret once it’s finished!) and the best part was that we all enjoyed each other’s company. It was so wonderful to hear about the places that meant so much to us. I will never forget my experience in Porto Santo in the southernmost tip of the state. My wife’s family actually lived in a villa on the beach; we only went down by walking across the beach to buy ingredients. A long walk on the beach always makes me happy. My parents also stayed in two nearby towns. In the summer, I would see them coming back from the beach with their swimsuits on. I always kept wanting to swim in the ocean even if it was far away…and there it was. It was our first taste of being in a city! I felt so comfortable knowing that we would live so close to the (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: the day before I left Chicago, the bus from the airport to my new home in Boston. I was taking an early morning run to see if one of the two main arteries into Boston would be open or if my flight had been delayed so long I needed to reschedule. After 10 years of having my morning run scheduled to take place in the winter, it felt good to get the weather change over to spring. I knew it was one of those rare days when there are snow-storms, but the sun was still shining as I made my way onto Logan to make the 3.7-mile walk to Union Station, where I would spend a few minutes waiting for my train. This train trip took about half an hour, but there had to be at least three lines of people waiting on platforms for trains. People who work full- or part-time on the train were usually on the same train as me, which made my train journey, unlike those of the other passengers, slightly less lonely. There also was an elderly woman who had two toddlers and was doing her best not to get seasick (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: A trip down-memory lane. It was February 12th, 2013, and a man in his early 40s asked me for directions to a large apartment complex in the town of Lakewood, a suburb of Seattle. Lakewood is a sprawling suburb about 30 minutes outside the city of Seattle, and I was heading to the complex to check out the rental unit that was advertised as “rent-ready”. “Rent-ready,” for the uninformed. Like, that’s all the guy was going to say about rent-ready. It turns out that Lakewood is one of many suburbs throughout the state, along with the surrounding suburbs, where the local residents rent out their homes in exchange for a set amount, typically 20-30% of the monthly household income. I don’t know the guy (at least, not well) but the other residents of Lakewood are familiar with his story. A couple of months after the first post came out, a friend of his, a fellow who is also a resident of Lakewood, was contacted by a landlord, who wanted (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: In 2003 I flew to Los Angeles to visit a friend in California. I knew that I would have to check out the Griffith Observatory. My friend was born and bred in Los Angeles and had spent many a summer in Griffith before her move to San Diego. She recommended that I look at the place before my trip. Her recommendation was based on her experience with “The Observatory as a place to go, not as a tourist attraction. ” As I walked through the main building, I watched the rows of tall buildings slowly rise. The buildings rose to the sky, creating “a vast, beautiful, and well-manicured lawn. The lawn felt like a beautiful, manicured boulevard, complete with traffic signals and red and white striped awnings at street intersections. “The lawn was full and the air smelled fresh,” my friend’s niece, who has since moved out of the area, said. “The grass was a thick blanket of pink and blue mums. I walked through the lawn and stared to the left and right. I knew I had to go (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: It’s a simple postcard, but the best part is the picture! A travel photographer called Paul had been on a quest to collect rare, unique travel cards. Every weekend, he would collect thousands on his trips into places he had never been to. He always came home with a bunch in his email inbox. The first, at the age of thirty, brought back the feeling of a stranger looking at him. I have a travel blog here at DailyDose, where I post travel photos daily, so I called him and asked what was so special of his that he kept getting new cards. “Some people just make new cards,” he said with a smile. Paul never did tell me his secret– he’s probably the only person I’ve ever heard say it. If you ever meet him, just tell him this: “I was told a while back that traveling abroad can have unexpected side effects, you might need a new eye, or need to have your hair styled in a different way.” Paul went on to tell me that he had been collecting travel photography cards for years, but they were all for places (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: how I almost took his car. As we made our way onto the freeway, I pulled out my phone and opened the camera app. There was a photo from a year ago, of a man in a white coat and sunglasses driving toward downtown on an expressway. It’d been taken from the backseat of a dark-green Mercedes sedan. I was looking at the man’s phone, scrolling through the photo and then pausing at a few points, as I was trying to decide if he was smiling at me or not. It was the moment I knew was destined to be. On the passenger’s side had been a little sticker with a picture of me and another guy’s face. It was a funny photo, but the guy had a kind expression underneath, and there was a small smile coming up when he looked back at his phone. “I got a good friend of mine in trouble,” said another text, adding, “I am not making up these,” before putting an “L” to his face. There were two friends from my (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: My friend in England had an opportunity to join a group of young people I had never met: She was on her way to Berlin for a study trip, from a conference in Oxford. The train was late because of the British holiday. My girlfriend had been at a small town near London where she had an opportunity to visit two friends from high school. She was supposed to start from there. But she could not go alone and had come up with a plan to meet my friend in Berlin at the same time. We agreed to meet up. When we arrived, the train was late again to pick up the group at the station. But now, in the dark, all the friends were able to meet up together. We started walking toward the hotel together, each of us carrying an armful of bags. I started off with my bag, which I carried on my right shoulder across my chest, then the other one, which was held by my left arm. My friend began walking next to me, holding her left arm against her shoulder to hold hers steady. She did not speak English well, and it took some time to get my attention (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: this time a woman who has become a new mother thanks to the magic of “miracle moments,” the science of what the rest of us call “random kindness,” or The Little Big Book of Helpers: The Most Amazing, Exceptional Men and Women You Never Knew Existed. This is a book about a new, small, new, and growing band of helpers: new mothers—many times over. New mothers are as much of an army as any of us, helping all of us, from small babies to grandparents to our children. These new mothers also helped us to understand, for the first time, how a baby or even a toddler can break down. In the book, they’re a little easier to understand, a little more human. How have they helped this family? To answer that, an ordinary family, just so you know, not much of a family. There are maybe three kids in it, one in her early thirties and two in their high school years or so. In the last couple of years, we’ve (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I was riding a bus one late Saturday morning (as an American, I’m not permitted to travel by bus) and it had two women standing with their backs to the window; two young white women with their chins pressed on the bus window, I think. I am sitting in the last row, near the window, and so I look back at them and smile. The white women look at me with a certain amusement, but the other woman doesn’t move for the entire twenty-minute journey to our destination. She’s not an unusual sight on buses these days, although I’m usually up on this end of trips, and my eyes are used to seeing that familiar, pretty back. I have my head and shoulders up, as you do, looking back into the window; I can see her perfectly well, can make out her long, fair hair and the dark-gray eyes of her mother – all of them, except the mother, in black-and-white overalls on their ride. “I can’t believe,” I tell my friend, (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: we’ve been together only a few days. We’ve talked and laughed, had dinner and caught up. We’re both at our wits end, and there is a lot to catch up on. I spent the day with the amazing American journalist Sarah Anderson in Paris. Here’s her story. Sarah and I have been friends for many years, ever since we met in college (back when I was an anthropology major at the University of Connecticut, and she was an archaeologist at the Center for Research in Man). We saw each other for a few months as internships (in different places) and then both moved on to more permanent work positions. The past few years have been very exciting and rewarding, with our work together at the International Center for Photography, the Smithsonian Institution Press, National Geographic magazine, and some others. We are both extremely experienced in what we do, having worked at major publications in various fields of media, journalism and the humanities. While that expertise and expertise can make a positive difference on a story, we also know how rare it is for most people to work directly (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: In March 2003, I set out as a student from Canada to go to South Africa to visit friends who live in a remote township on the coast. Since I had no funds for airfares, I decided that I could live off savings for a year before I needed a visa. I’d always stayed with another girl in Vancouver and had no desire to go anywhere but that. For a month’s time, I spent my mornings visiting the beach and the evening sitting at the beach house doing errands, with the exception of one morning during which I went to work in the mining town of Saldanha. During that month, my savings were depleted but I had enough money left over to buy some clothes and eat out a good amount. My biggest challenge was getting the cash to my bank and, on the last day, I ran out of cash. I made several calls, asked for help from one of the girls I’d known in Vancouver, who was supposed to help my case, and ended up talking with a police officer about the need to fill out a form. “You� (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a man with his suitcase in tow arrives at the airport to catch a connection, only to find that the connection canceled. The next morning, he shows off his new “travel book”. Another story: a woman, whose car breaks down on the highway, needs some help. We don’t go into that, but if you are driving by, it might look like we are just joking around. Sigh. Anyway, before getting too deep into the story, I wanted to give you a teaser: you are about to see a video that has made me very, very proud. It may have come out of your living room, or your kitchen, or your living room, or your kitchen, but it has shown up everywhere: through social media, through e-mail, through tweets, through our websites (now with more video) and on our Facebook Page. Well… I will let you decide whether you are pleased by it or not. (But I’m sure glad I gave you a head start.) The video, on my website, was featured on the first page of our Social Media page (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I am not a complete idiot. I have been traveling the world for five years now. I’ve seen most of it. But now, because of the coronavirus pandemic, I will see less of the world because I am not able to take advantage of the time I have to explore. As my wife, my mother, my great-grandmother and many friends say with respect, I am a lazy tipper. My life is going in the wrong direction. If it were easy, I wouldn’t have to turn down opportunities. I’m not a selfish traveler. I have a job, a mortgage, a house, a wife and a 5-year-old son. And you get all that in just five years. That is why everyone tells you to put off retirement, to not risk your health in the most risky of activities or to not take more risks. In a recent blog about travel—my most epic adventure in a very long time—I said that we all have “a certain amount of time” in our lives and that my time (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I have been a bit frustrated lately (lately the frustration of finding new ways to get into trouble), but have been able to survive all this by writing this update: I met and had some great experiences in the USA, France, and Germany in 2017, and am now a semi-regular traveller here. When I started working at my own place in September 2016, I was still pretty new to the UK with my first trip back there being from the end of January. For new travellers that are interested in learning about the world, here are my top tips for exploring the UK:

1. The weather

You can’t go anywhere in England if it isn’t sunny, and there is barely a day when you’ll find a sunny sky anywhere in the UK. It’s a short trip, but that’s the only thing you need to do to get around. Weather can be very frustrating as far as flights go, so I like to take a plane that goes through RAF Valley, so you have decent weather there and then come to London and you won (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I was walking through a neighborhood on my way back to my home in Austin, Texas, when I decided to stop at a diner because the drive seemed like a bit of a trek from my hotel (which was at a much slower speed because it was late at night and we had a bunch of stops). I’d been at the gym and hadn’t had a chance to eat dinner yet, so it was no big deal. I had almost reached the diner before I saw that the sign read HOMESTOWN. I had also been walking for a couple of blocks and looked in the front window for a parking space, but was too lazy to go to my left and instead started down a side street. As I began looking for a place to park, though, I realized that there was no other parking available. No matter, I made a beeline to the spot at the end of the street where I’d seen a space. I sat there for 45 minutes before I saw a police escort, which was a bit intimidating when I’d only been two blocks from my hotel. While I did what every sane human did on my (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: back-to-back trips to the Big Island, where I lived for 2 straight days straight from our hotel in the Big Island, checking out of my Airbnb and heading to the shore of O’ahu for a boat ride to the Diamond Head National Wildlife Refuge, a national monument. In the refuge’s car park, I rented a car before exploring the wildlife refuge. The drive there took over an hour because the wildlife refuge is a 2 day drive from central Honolulu. After exploring the wildlife refuge, I took a few hikes before heading back home. I never have to repeat the trip because the second trip to the Big Island was easier. Now that I am back from travel, it has been raining here in my homeland of Germany. While I write this I am in the midst of a holiday season which is getting more and I am looking into booking the time off to visit family in the U.S. My time to travel seems to get smaller every year as the amount of time spent traveling has diminished. It seems as if I am in a constant state of change and no matter when I say I (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a young British woman. Not a tourist, a working person. At work. She did, in that moment, everything right. To start with, she felt her own sense of self to be superior, as though she were a grown man. This is partly a myth. She also knew that if she was not a grown woman at work, she was in effect, an extremely young woman and a woman who was in that moment, still making decisions. This woman was in a great need of time. She was a teacher doing what she was doing, and she wanted time at home. But the idea of that time was also, as far as she was concerned, an illusion. It could last a few years or an entire lifetime because she was doing something. She was very happy, to the extent of being entirely, entirely satisfied. She was at work; now she was in the home; now she was a mother; now she was an artist. What she was doing that day, in that hour, when she saw that friend in the lift, was that she was going to get married. She (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: A family, vacationing in Germany in 1878, meets another family from another country, who were there also on the trip, traveling together. The German family had two daughters. All three families are traveling together to an idyll (and a great view) at the Oder river. As it transits the country, the river is crossed by bridges made from the same wood as the houses they are passing through. The families of the French-speaking families are having trouble with a bridge at the same time the road is passing through a forest and two separate bridges are crossing the two rivers.<|endoftext|> (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: “Did you know that New York has the biggest Jewish population in the United States? That makes an incredible amount of room for tourists from Israel. And New York has about 20 years of history! That’s the second largest Jewish community in the United States. “It’s been the largest Jewish population in America for the past 50 years.” How is it that so many Jews are willing to open their homes to an alien people, a nation whose only visible sign of identity is in their religion? Why have people not found a way to welcome people who share no religion, just as many other nations have? The problem is that most of us are the type of people who have experienced immigration. We have often accepted new cultures and ideas that we would not have considered to be normal in our own culture. That can be especially true when it comes to accepting different people or different cultures. In the last few years there has been a new phenomenon being felt in some parts of the world that people have largely ignored for awhile. It has to do with refugees. New York and other large cities have always had (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: As many as 1 million Israelis were evacuated from two areas, one around Yavne and the other near the airport. The evacuation was organized by the military government of Tel Aviv. After being ordered to leave, Israelis took advantage of the two-hour evacuation time and were the first ones out the moment the helicopters flew over. At 1.30 PM, at a place usually reserved for vehicles and cars, tens of thousands of people had already assembled near the Israel Airport and surrounding neighborhoods. We’ve all been there! We were all caught in the middle as a result of the confusion caused by the chaos and chaos and chaos and chaos that ensues when a large mass of people are all caught up in trying to accomplish one thing at the same time. We tried to leave in such a way that would not be a “flight” but a “truck convoy,” a group of which consisted of only six passengers. As soon as we arrived at the exit point, several vehicles with our entourage loaded into one container (and a car full of soldiers who (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: “My first time in the Maldives!” (click on “Dive Insight” on the sidebar and the two related articles) If ever I had a chance to travel to a tropical paradise, I would do so. The experience would be a trip like no other, in a few simple words. From the airport at Kalkini, I set off to the capital city of Male. We had just arrived from Dharmapala, our destination, following an exhausting week in Caira at the beach resorts of Nallur. I had checked out Male’s airport last day and, like I said, had expected to arrive here yesterday. However, Male is a small town with about 20,000 people. When our plane took off the second we crossed the flight plan began to get smaller in size. The pilot didn’t say anything about it, the passengers kept quiet. I thought maybe they knew, because our flight ended at Kalkini, the airport. We took off about five minutes later. In five minutes you don’t expect much, but (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I’ve just completed a 30 day trip to New York. I’m sure most people are going to tell you this is a pretty long distance (although it might be easier to imagine myself being there than to actually experience it), but it also happened to coincide with a short trip (to Toronto) on a train which I started on my arrival in New York! Well, I started from Toronto and got off in New York. I was looking for inspiration for my book, the story of a trip like this I suppose… It may be a bit long (or rather I am very familiar with the territory) but it does tell the story of how much of an adventure I personally have had in my travels. It may not be a “real” adventure (although there is nothing wrong with that, and I think people would be interested to know that I have also lived in places I’ve only seen photographs of and visited places with no record of), but I do feel you should know. Here are some of the photos as the train chugs along in New York. New York is (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: This time, the first person I speak with after boarding a plane to America is not in fact about getting off at the right destination, and I have an honest, albeit, embarrassing feeling that I have stumbled across an important, unique, or interesting example—perhaps in a new, obscure genre—of travel writing I myself have never encountered before. Or so it seems. Here, then, are some of my very first articles. First, there was, of course, that story I wrote after I arrived with my backpack, but now, here it is: A few days before my flight to Florida, I sat quietly and wrote a short story called “Pilgrims in the Wilderness” in English. It’s on my blog under the title “A Novel of a Pint-Sized Trip.” Pilgrims in the Wilderness, like all of mine, is for friends and acquaintances. Maybe someone is in the audience tonight, maybe someone is going to read this, and maybe you’ll hear what happens next. It’s something you can email to (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: from the beach to the top of the world! On our way from Sydney to Perth last week the first thing we did was head to the seaside town of Cairns. At around 50km above sea level, it was an enormous, warm break for two people – particularly if you were an avid beach bum. The first time I’d ever been on a ferry was on the ‘Cairns to Darwin’, which, back when I was in university (early nineties), had been in the same location. As we strolled hand in hand through the streets of the centre, I could only stare. This was an absolutely idyllic spot, not a million miles from a big city but the kind of place where it’s the locals who are the most extraordinary; the kind of place you’d just know you’d wind up living there. From every window, and everywhere we went on our walk, we could see evidence of its history. In this part of Queensland the sunnier side of life takes a back seat. It certainly makes it easier (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: After a successful and long-held pursuit, I now find myself back in Europe. For 10 days I’ve managed to make it back safely from Russia to France. In the last couple of months I’ve read a number of travel accounts, in particular the ones that recommend booking a place quickly – just in case – before the queues of tourists and budget travellers come charging in, filling up the hotels and restaurants, and leaving travellers stranded. It’s what happened in Moscow and St Petersburg in summer 2016, a few months after I’d arrived here. A week’s work, a couple of day trips round one of the hottest summer months in the country, and then a two-day stint over Paris and Cologne were all I needed to get my travel legs back again. The weather-forecasting company Open Weather Map – the same kind of thing used by the likes of the BBC and Sky – put together a picture of the summer weather for Russia this year. It was a warm summer, with some clouds and even showers. I’ve travelled the (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: This is the story of how I did not pay for the ride to Alaska but would probably die of hypothermia. A year later, the story is the same: a year of waiting, sweating, a month of misery and eventually, a year of success. As I write this, a winter storm is rolling across the United States and Canada, sending huge swells of snow squishing over the road. It was not supposed to snow this much this far north either. So here I am, snow-bound – or should I say, snow-free? – at an airport in Boston on Christmas Eve. I have come to this country to do some Christmas shopping for myself and my four children, but now we will not be able to make our annual excursions of visiting the mall and the beach this year. I can only imagine the disappointment of the rest of my family. It is a sad, and possibly very stupid, situation. I am only a few miles from my home in the small town on the edge of the Rocky Mountains. In fact, a little over a year and a (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I went to Istanbul in 2009 for my first long-term international trip of my life. I had hoped to return four times in a couple of years, but ended up doing one more. The journey took me through a few countries and in some places I wanted to cover only briefly but this time it was to cover what a visitor to Istanbul, the largest Turkish city outside of Turkey, doesn’t see much: the world’s largest mosque. Istanbul has a history of being home to a sizeable population of Shia Muslims who migrated from Iran, which was then ruled by the Ottomans and is still part of Turkey today. And it’s not too far from the top end of the Mediterranean, so its history is rich and ancient. And so I found another mosque, the Hagia Sophia, which stands to a different kind of end. This was in an area of Istanbul called Topkapi which, even in 2019, is a little town outside the city’s historical walls. This side of Istanbul was relatively unspoiled in spite of its history and I was able to see what is usually an (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: the first one to use the word “trouble”, the first to ask about the price of gas. If ever there was an expression to have more meaning than in today’s world, it’s that of a small-town doctor in India: “How many miles to my hospital?” Dr. Anil Choudhury is probably the world’s best known doctor of that profession. He has been in India for the past 20 years, has written books, started a hospital and built a school, and has also founded two schools in the city city-run by Dr. Choudhury. He also created two more that began as private schools, including one that was set up by Dr. Choudhury’s wife. Dr. Choudhury says there are four things that characterize his time in India. The first is that it’s a place where a lot of small things come together: Dr. Choudhury says he has an almost complete network, and everyone there talks to everyone else, so many small things are happening. If you want to get out of a conversation, get out (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: When I got to a train station, a stranger walked up to me, held out a suitcase, and said, “Welcome.” The reason? “I hate going to Germany,” he said. “I love Mexico.” So, I packed a suitcase, and got on the first train to Mexico. I don’t pretend to know what’s in Mexico, but I knew I loved it. I could almost feel this beautiful landscape and these people I wanted to be friends with. It was supposed to be a quick journey, but it’s actually a long one. We caught our train at 12:30. We weren’t even there yet. As we passed out in Mexico, the train picked up speed. We were late! The conductor said our time came as soon as we started getting off, which would take about an hour. The second part of my plan didn’t work. I knew I needed to get to Mexico faster and more efficiently. I didn’t want to have to get off that train in Germany. (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: this time of the North Koreans. In the morning, I awoke to a very pleasant and warm morning, sunny and warm everywhere except in the streets. I was early to the train station, which, unlike the airport, is a long line and many people waiting to take the same bus together: and so, as usual, there are those few who try to push others out of the way and take the last bus, so that only a few (no, just one) person gets up to get there, so that others take the last bus after them. So there were plenty of buses, and, no, no line, I did not see anyone waiting so I walked all the way to the station and got to the bus station to get to the subway, so it was much longer than usual, all the way to the subway and then back to the station. But I arrived and I was right, because there was a train to take me to Yongsan-gu-gu, where I want to go, but there was only one train available at this time of the morning. So I went around (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: The author in the dark backseat of the rental car was a very small man. He had a long beard and white hair. He was staring at our driver, who was staring at me. I think he was talking to me, because the words were in a different language. It was a strange and interesting language I didn’t understand. It took me a while to figure out what it meant, because it was one of those words that you’re used to when you speak in English. It was another traveler from around the globe, this time from China. I was getting into the car. A Chinese friend was standing nearby. He gave me a card and I told him I was from Australia. Not just Australia, but the whole of Western Australia. I was a very shy, quiet and withdrawn person. I did not know how to speak fluent Chinese or how to use a computer. I had never planned to speak to anyone from China, who spoke so good English, but I knew that this was what I needed to do. The Chinese friend invited me to a small party with a (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: The young man who is leaving from the station just before me asked as he got off the express train to me ‘Will I return in a taxi?’ I said I’d do it myself, because it’s so far, and he said maybe he’d do my seat too, to make up for the bus. We are sitting in a bus on the edge of a park: an open area which would have been nice to go inside. The bus stops, and the young man asks a passer by for help with the luggage, as he’s leaving. The passer by points him to the luggage compartment, and as he sits down, the young man takes what seems like a rather large chunk of the left luggage shelf and leaves, as the bus continues onward.<|endoftext|> (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I’d been driving a few hours when I passed the entrance to an off-road vehicle parking lot on the right side of the road. There was a tall sign that said, “Private off-road vehicle area, vehicles not permitted,” along with a number that was difficult to read with the glare. The area was a little off the beaten path, so I stopped to take some pictures. The first thing I noticed was that the ground was littered with off-road vehicles. My first thought was something like backcountry, where vehicles take advantage of some wild and unbroken terrain in that area and find a spot for themselves. I’d drive a little further away from the entrance to see if there were other signs or maybe vehicles that weren’t outfitted for off-roading. That led me to a section of road where an elderly gentleman was standing in front of a dirt road. There was a sign in front of him that said, “Do not enter private and off-road vehicle area,” along with the number. The man was standing (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: The day after you come back from Mexico, you’ll see a small town with a small church. In the main street are restaurants that have been serving their business for more than 40 years. The oldest one dates back to 1944 and sells burgers from its counter, a restaurant that in one hour serves two meals: one with meat, the other with corn. … The next restaurant is newer and has a similar menu. In it, food is eaten standing-up. A few years ago, they came out with a barbeque — you go hungry and come back by yourself. For a while, they were famous for their barbecued chicken. Over time, the owner changed the menu, and their stand-up business suffered. When they did change the menu, she offered more choices, so she’d stop serving burgers. She said there wasn’t anything wrong with the burger, it was just one type that was popular, and people liked the taste. They tried to introduce new drinks and tried to give customers more choices. They asked people to bring their friends and family-members to the restaurant. They (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a few blocks from my office, I saw two identical people on a bench, sitting in silence while an elderly woman stared into space. She seemed not to have the energy to hold herself together, her frail body hanging from limp arms. I was curious about her, and so I made my way to the corner where she sat. “Excuse me, but how much do you charge to get to the bathroom?” The elderly woman smiled briefly, turned, and walked away. There was nothing unusual in my eyes, but this woman, with her broken head, was my first “real” stranger. I approached and introduced myself. She told me where she lived, and that she was a resident of the park. “But what do you do?” I asked. She answered for me. “I am a poet,” she said. “And a writer.” I nodded and asked her what her work was and did she have an audience. She told me that she was doing a poem, called “My Mother Is Dying,” and would like a place to sit and talk. “Do you have a book of hers?” I asked (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: In 2013 I spent a year working for Lonely Planet, running an “inner-office” for books in London. I had always wanted to experience the UK, but the trip was all about to run to completion. A day before the trip I woke up to a call from my partner John, telling me that our trip was over. A trip that I had always been looking forward to, but the travel planner was just not done. John had been working at Lonely Planet for just under a year; we were to be our own travel planners and had gone out and done another “office”. I remember thinking that what makes a big difference is that you’re not just a traveler, but someone who’ll help set your future travel, a person who has a real interest in your vision. The day came, and as I thought about the day I realised it was as exciting as the one I had imagined about a year ago. Our trips are planned and run by us, so it’s just about making sure it’s really good – and that’s what we (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a man in the street who seems to remember my name. “Oh… yes..” I reply. “I’m the husband of your hostess.” A small hint of anxiety. I want to go! My flight is in 24 hours. As I start to walk, I think about how I will tell my husband about the trip. I will probably tell him on the plane. I will probably have to explain how I got it all the way out here without a visa and with the only other way of getting past security, by hiring an interpreter. I will probably tell him what I see around me, but I will probably have to start with some version of: “I can’t believe I’ve done this, and now I have to go on a flight for the first time, and if I do, all of you I don’t know will think I’ve gone mad.” I will have to leave my wallet and passport on the plane with me. I can’t leave them in the hotel room because they are now “security” documents (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I was invited to a friend’s wedding in Mexico and spent the weekend there. Why I am writing these words: I am going to share a bit about my friend, a Mexican who moved here about 10 years ago. We meet every year for a celebration here in Phoenix where his family members and friends from Mexico celebrate his birthday. It was an amazing day and it was definitely a highlight of the trip. My friend’s wife is from Mexico, a country I have not been before. Mexico and its people had so many unique cultures. I have an issue with all these people, mostly tourists. There is no time for people to appreciate the culture of the country being a host of a wedding is often overlooked. I am just a traveler and I do not think or care about these kinds of things. I have traveled to many places, but I prefer to do the research and go to where I already know what I want to do or see. My friend’s husband invited us for the 10th year we met up, and it was a different experience for all of us. (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: ‘I have been told of others like me, traveling to India. Now, in the first quarter of the year, a man who had been born and raised in England called in and was assigned a room in the “Munitions Factory.” Our hostess, Mrs. Primm, is not only an English lady but a member of the class that I have been describing before. She is a very fair-haired Englishwoman; about 5 feet 6 inches tall; of the same type as I described and who has the same taste in dress, and in conversation, as I have described. She did not find my account of the “Munitions Factory” of interest, as at home, and she invited me in her room that same night. We agreed to stay for a month if there was anything I wanted to see in India. She gave me tea, and, as she was accustomed to do occasionally, a small piece of ham. (I don’t know whether we ate ham.) She had two daughters, aged twelve and eleven; one sister went to America, and my (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: “Hi my friend!” “Hi,” she said and held out her hand. I’m not normally able to shake hands after I’ve held them for too long, but I didn’t mind. A smile. I’m sure that the words had already warmed her heart. The more I’ve thought about traveling, the more I’ve been impressed with how people react when they meet you. Sure, they’re usually a good deal shy, but you’ll be hard pressed to find someone who doesn’t at least smile and shake your hand. It makes me think that in the bigger picture, “friend” will turn into even more significant words. A “friend” that you can trust and hold onto for a lifetime. I don’t know. Maybe the word will be changed. Maybe it will become a little clearer. Or at least a little less ambiguous. Or is it that I’m doing a pretty good job of hiding (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: The best part? For the past few months, it’s been a “Trip to the City of Angels” – that’s the city’s tagline. It’s the second-largest city in California. It’s the county seat. It’s a home base for dozens of top-flight startups around the United States and internationally. If an Angeleno can’t call it home, they don’t belong here. The city of Los Angeles is the sixth-largest by population within the United States, and the largest by surface area. It’s about 15,000 people larger than most metropolitan areas in a single state or nation in the U.S. alone. The city has a long history of being the capital of the western United States, and of serving as an important economic hub to Los Angeles — the region’s most famous and expensive city. Los Angeles is a symbol of the wealth and power of the Los Angeles region. As its population grows, Los Angeles will become a much larger financial and geographic capital within the U.S. And now we know its most important city may just start to (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: the first time I’d met a Japanese woman I had never met before. When I arrived in Yogyakarta, I thought I’d find a welcoming, energetic young lady with a quick smile waiting for her plane that had been delayed by her boyfriend’s girlfriend at the other end of the plane. Instead, the young and bright Japanese woman was me. And as soon as I had walked off the plane, the rest of the group had been asking me my name. After all, I had been staying in Yogyakarta, Indonesia, for only a week, after which I would travel to the capital of Yogyakarta, Samarinda; and after that, if necessary, to various cities around Indonesia. When I arrived there, I was so excited to see what it had to offer that I bought all the books there had been waiting for me on the library shelves and started reading. As soon as I found out what the city was like, with all its wonderful attractions and the good food available throughout the city, I was desperate to go and see the (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a long-anticipated but always memorable experience. By John K. West, Esq. “I’ve been watching your work on the Web for three years now,” said a stranger standing in a New York subway station waiting to take a quick exit to his car. “What is your secret?” I’ve been making a series of videos for over five years, using simple techniques and techniques I have learned over the years to make them easier and easier for anyone interested in making simple videos. I’ve always found the more complicated videos, or videos for a specific topic, more fun to produce, whereas the more simple videos, or “simple videos” as I like to say, are more entertaining and more useful for people who don’t have the know-how for making videos themselves. I’ve made some videos on topics such as the weather, and the world of technology. But in my years of making videos, I’ve never made a “simple video” on the nature of the world. I� (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: How one American guy’s adventure from the cold to the rainforest became a full-fledged documentary. The journey took me from rural Virginia to the Amazon Rainforest via Brazil and Peru, with stop-overs in Ecuador, Bolivia, and Panama. I’m a fan of travel documentaries, but I’ve been on a couple of journeys that I would never want to repeat. I’ve seen one that didn’t go where I wanted it and another with a story that didn’t meet my expectations. On the other hand, you can’t ask for more good travel stories than I have for this one: My adventure begins when I am 21 when I leave with my wife and my dog, the cat and my wallet, two weeks from home. I was in the middle of a work-trip in the Pacific, and I decided to take a trip to the Amazon. I had been there before, and I thought I would give it a try. I was looking for adventure, to learn more about our country, to discover how the Amazon works for (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: the journey to London and the experience of traveling alone. Saturday, January 16, 2014 London trip I got off the plane in Liverpool in one piece, despite being stuck in a queue for luggage for around an in-flight mile and not having an easy way to get to the car in the case of any delays. I got a lift with two old ladies on their way to a London theatre who offered me a lift back to Liverpool when I wasn’t travelling. The car that was waiting for me on the platform was an old Opel that was going to be pulled by a crane for some construction, then be sold. When I said I was heading to London and was keen on getting there via the train it wasn’t something I would have done without having the ticket printed or having a contact book. It took me a whole hour to get into London: it was a small but busy station, with a bunch of people wandering around at all times and lots of people on the train itself to get to the capital. When I finally got to the ticket office the woman looked me right in the eye and asked ‘did you (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a friend’s trip to Australia, which was a dream come true for them. They had been to New Zealand before, of course — they were born in Honolulu, and it had become almost part of them — but it was their first time to Australia, and they were totally thrilled. “When we landed in Melbourne, we had to wait a day for a taxi to come to take us to our hotel,” says Tim. “We didn’t feel safe in a taxi. I sat on the seat of the other passenger’s car, afraid someone might be hurt. I didn’t understand why we couldn’t trust these people.” It was all in good fun, this idea that people’s kindness is actually what helped Australia become one of the world’s great travel destinations … and the trip was a kind of “crowning moment.” The Sydney trip was their first time out of Australia; they had never really done anything apart from a beach in New Zealand, and one trip to Darwin. “We drove (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a quick cruise-boat ride across a sparkling blue lake, a pleasant, uneventful crossing, a quick stop at a friendly tourist information office. We were on a bus headed all the way to the capital cities of China, but we took a detour to see the famous Ba River. The journey from the village that we were in began through dense pine forests, passing beneath a huge stone bridge that allowed the river to roar through its gorge, and then after what seemed like eternity, a bridge that opened onto the next river junction. We took a tour through this valley, passing under another huge bridge, and then entering the town of Shijiazhuang, where other bridges opened onto the main road. It was a quick little boat ride, and after a few minutes there was the same kind of pleasantness and familiarity as we had experienced on the boat between the small cities of our home countries. We would continue along the main road, now with another small bridge and then down a long road that cut through dense forest. It was the same kind of ride from city to city that we had seen in the city of our home country. (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: how four travelers spent a winter in the Philippines in 2009. How to survive Christmas on the road December 2010 travel In December 2009, four travelers came to the Philippines and made what would be the longest distance crossing over land in the U.S. Christmas. Travelers from South Dakota, California, New York and Boston set off from Cebu Island, the Philippines, and flew to Seattle to the north, then Seattle and Salt Lake City on Christmas day, flying into San Diego (a transcontinental overnight route) and heading south to Honolulu. Their plan was to do a cross-country trip by plane: from San Diego to Seattle, Salt Lake City and Honolulu. At Salt Lake City, the travelers would have the opportunity to see their relatives in Utah, then fly west to Washington to visit family in Los Angeles, New York and Boston. The travelers would return to the Philippines by train. After reaching San Diego on December 25, they had seven days to find a ride from there to Honolulu, where they had to wait for a return flight. They did not see any planes or hotels (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: the first meeting with the Italian poet Giacomo Leopardi in Florence. It was mid-September 1944, and I was still in Germany with the V. Day School of Languages, which was now headed by his German pupil Raul Hilberg, and was living in a building that had been built for the purpose by a certain professor at an English university, Professor David Robinson. I had been told about Dr. Robinson by my friend the translator Liza Moller, who had been with me during the summer and who was now the school’s coordinator. He and Liza ran the school together, along with a few more people who were now in a position to do something about it. We were all in the first floor of a big old house that had been designed by a British architect named Sir Henry Holland, or “Holland” as he was called. They were a very eccentric bunch, especially since the German army, when it had occupied the town in ’43, had moved to the top of the hill a few steps away from our house. A German-Italian family named Dehousse had been living here in the (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a week in Mexico, starting with a night in the airport, my flight from San Jose, through the airport to Guadalajara, and the following day and night spent in the bustling capital, stopping at roadside stalls for breakfast and trying to remember anything I heard in English. For those of us in the northern hemisphere, it takes an entire day in the city of Guadalajara to get the feel of what it’s really like to live here. For those of us, like me, who don’t regularly travel much, a glimpse at the capital’s sights is often enough. If I had been given a choice between a Mexican meal and two slices of pizza, pizza would have likely been the winner. Despite its many charms, it is surprisingly difficult to eat well without toppings and sauces to add complexity. I would much rather cook a taco or chicken enchilada than a giant, buttery tortilla filled with cheddar cheese, avocado, tomato, and onion. I also hesitate for fear of not adding the right thing to the tacos. I fear the wrong thing at the (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: first time I tried out the new-to-me Lufthansi Airlines for a few days. I’m on a flight from Delhi, India to Mumbai, India. The first-class seat is hard to find (the aisle seats are usually reserved for business-class passengers) and there’s never enough space for baggage. (The cabin is always crowded). There’s a seat right next to mine, but this seat has the worst view to offer from my seat. Even at this stage in my travel life, that’s a serious issue and I’m used to it. But I thought it couldn’t get any worse as I plonked myself there, with my bags, at around 2 a.m. It’s not a good situation. But you see, I’m traveling with my luggage and nothing else. (That’s because I’m planning for a trip, I have no other option.) This is my very first experience of traveling without an accompanying companion: not only am I alone in (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: to Prague. When we got to Prague we were immediately accosted by people asking us about our plans. We got the most curious look. We looked surprised. Our face flushed. We had no idea what to say, and didn’t know if we should just say no, or at least say we had something to say. We hadn’t booked anywhere and thought we were completely booked on our current plan, so we were not really sure how to phrase it. We asked to speak with someone about what to do, which wasn’t an easy request to refuse, so we did it one at a time. They each offered some great advice, but we were getting quite lost in our own head and couldn’t seem to remember why we were there. We didn’t really want to tell them how we felt, but we also didn’t want to lie. Finally, one of the two decided to explain exactly how we were supposed to look. We looked confused. “Like this.” The man said. “This?” We smiled in agreement. It was a funny way of saying “Like this.” (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: My wife was driving me to a friend’s house yesterday, and we saw a big, red sign that said “Weebee House & Museum.” The word “weebee” just seemed to stick in my head. A quick google reveals that, as far as I am aware, the museum is only open on Tuesdays from 12–4. The sign said there is no admission fee, which my wife and I thought was probably the case. And that it is open daily between the hours of 8–5. Upon arrival, we wandered through the rooms, which are bright, colorful and whimsical. There are little stuffed squirrels, owls, monkeys, turtles, parrots, turtles with fish and snakes with tiny humans that look a bit like cats. Then we went along a “living room,” which is essentially a wall of trees. I’m pretty sure my wife is a tree squirrel. She came at this section by about three feet. After this, we went to the “dining room.” It also had a (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: A couple of months ago I made the one “right” choice of traveling by public transportation, as per the recommendation of my friends. You can follow that one step further in this blog’s “follow the link” segment, with links to your preferred travel tips. However, I decided to write a separate entry for public buses, as my route ran mostly through downtown Manhattan and did not give me the hassle of taking the subway in the long distances that the subway has to offer (though Manhattan subway is a good bet as well). It was my first time on a city public bus and I felt a little self-conscious. There were no people in the seats, no one sat next to me and if I wanted to ride alone in the middle, it was not very comfortable. And so, for the first time in my life, I opted for the middle seat, which I got very quickly and was not so uncomfortable. The bus was one of the newer ones; newer still when compared to the subway which was a lot older and more comfortable from the very start. The bus ride (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: my first trip to Mexico City and a week in the rainforests of Chiapas and Oaxaca. Chapalero March 11, 2005 at 11:27 am I guess that makes this story even more special than the one I posted a few days earlier about the first time I went to Chiapas and Oaxaca. That one was more on the local side of the border and involved a woman who did things just because of her family’s connection to Mexico – who I’d never thought of doing that way, I must say. Here’s the deal: a friend from Newburgh wanted to go to Chiapas to teach English in Chiapas, not New York. If he was there, he’d be in constant touch with me, but if he wasn’t there he was going to be up in Newburgh, where no one would pick up his calls. It was like that day in the movies when somebody calls “Willie,” and that really wasn’t their name. This (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a trip where I have met some very sweet folks. I’m not very organized when I travel-wise. I keep mostly stuff in my hotel room or in the trunk of my car. One night while staying at home I had the chance to wander near a very beautiful temple, the Sri Srinivasa Brahmamamunitha. The temple was situated in the center of the town and was an architectural treasure which I would come across many times a day. At that time, I just happened to notice these two guys walking through a rather busy market-street. They were not walking into any of the temples, they were just walking by. They were pretty young looking- young people, about 20 to 30 year old. It was quite a surprise, because when I was there that day at that same temple and was wandering about, there were lots of tourists on the streets-but these two young guys, were not tourists- they were students from the University of Mysore. They were clearly different from the students we regularly see on the streets. The two guys walked up to them and stopped (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: About 15 years ago, on a whim, I met Bill Clinton (then the United States Senator from Arkansas) in a restaurant in Washington DC. That encounter, which I can still remember clearly, was memorable for its momentary brilliance, its intensity. I didn’t know him then, but today I wish I had. Clinton, a few years younger than me at the time, was tall, handsome, charismatic, and very impressive. When he greeted me, we spoke of the common past of our political past–the two years we had served with President Reagan and the years we had served in his administration and Congress–and my own life. We talked of our shared love of opera, of old Hollywood movies, of art, of travel, of our dreams. More important than anything else, we talked about the American future, even as we talked about the future of the Clintons’ Democratic primary opposition to his wife Hillary. “Do you have grandchildren,” I asked Bill Clinton. His response was simple, direct, and unforgettable. “Probably some that are close at hand,� (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: this time, the last man to ever hold the position of chief administrator of the North American Economic Partnership, from Mexico to Chile to the United States. When the new president of Chile became the Mexican and European partners of the new Mexican government, it was up to him to make sure the president’s administration, led by President Marcelo Ebrard, represented what Mexico had to offer, and so he had to make a decision: Mexico would not cooperate with Ebrard, or so he thought, and he would move to Mexico City. That was in the fall of 2009. Then in February of 2010, President Ebrard’s newly elected successor, Sebastián Piñera, had himself proclaimed the new Mexican president. Now in 2013, Ebrard, Piñera, and Secretary of Foreign Affairs Marcelo Ebrardo (pictured), have just presented their plan to the new Mexican administration. The first thing they did was to announce the formation of a new partnership focused exclusively on economic development. It should be noted that Mexico has had more partnerships with other countries than any other country, and that (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a night spent in London with a new group of friends from the States. A few months ago, we arrived in London with our new travel mate and partner, Alex at the beginning of our “adventure to the world.” It was a beautiful Sunday morning, spring and I had just spent the night with my husband, Nick before our trip. Our first stop was Battersea for brunch with my sister-in-law and her boys- and my two sisters. Nick and I met the boys- and the boys-at Battersea, and then we headed to St. James for an impromptu meal with our friends from our work and home. It was a quick, inexpensive trip of our first time to London. We started our day by catching up with friends as we strolled through the shops. It’s hard work getting to know people. So many are busy, so little time to connect with people—and not talking at all, or not taking the time to chat! I’m not ashamed of these people, but it took me a few conversations to get my head around (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: After having lived in Italy almost three years and having travelled so much, a friend recently suggested that I set off on a visit to the Lake District, some thirty miles north of Bangor. This is where I grew up, and I was always eager to explore this part of the world. So off to the Lake District I went. Lake District is a name that is familiar to those who live on the southern side of the UK, though it is not so familiar to those living along the northern side: it is a name that I was first to recognise and to which I am still attached – it is like an echo from my childhood, and I still treasure it. The Lake District is what is known as the ‘New England of the Lake’. It is also the ‘New England of the North’, since these parts were once part of North America, but they became linked with the British Isles only in the eighteenth century. The Lake District became the home of a great variety of animals and plants, though the vast size of its lakes made the area home to such diverse plant species that by the twentieth century it was the UK� (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: the discovery and subsequent publication of the first in print book of short stories by my dad (a writer of long fiction and poetry, not writing for the market). That was 20 years ago. The stories are short stories, written at short intervals – only one to a page, each beginning with a word, sometimes in the sentence that leads up to it. I am going to let someone who has read the stories say what the story is. (I have written a long essay on this subject.) First, I’ll tell you a little about the writer who wrote them: my dad started writing, and then sold the “short stories” to a magazine, eventually publishing 3 of them in the magazine. When I was 8, one of my dad’s characters found a lost treasure (a book of very short, rambling stories) that had been written down by him, and he started telling of it. That book is now published and is called “Where They Go” or “I’m Not Afraid”. It is funny, I think, but has never been published before. It’s published by Alfred A. Kn (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: my friend was visiting my family in the Czech countryside and had to drive miles away to take the train. We found the best train station the station was in such a small town we would have to walk to the next station I decided to ask a local if there was an open internet cafe in the village that she would know about. I was in no rush so I just decided to ask about the cafe and ask to use the phone to contact them and see if we could use her wifi for some help and they gave me the address. She said she would help me with the call but I didn’t know exactly who this person was and what my situation was. So I figured why not ask the help of the internet. So as a stranger I set about the problem. Luckily this person found me via Google. She said she had the right number but no idea of my situation. I asked how does she know my situation it was to the point that I wondered why she did not mention it in the first place. She said with Google she knew about all my problems and the internet in general. My (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I was shopping for some shoes at Fred Meyer in East Lake, Florida, and this woman looked up with a look of sadness in her eyes and said “I see you guys are having such a tough time right now. Do you have any places to go?” The two men, obviously in search of somewhere nearby, both turned to stare at me. They gave each other a look. “Yeah!” I responded. They each nodded and I nodded back. “I’ve been walking around all day,” she said, “and I’m starving and I think you guys are having such a tough time. Maybe I could just take you anywhere?” I smiled. “That would be very nice Mrs. Jones.” After much talking and the giving out of lots of offers of help, we found a nearby restaurant called the Crave. They weren’t very impressed with our shoes, and were also disappointed that one of the men had so many on that his girlfriend wouldn’t leave (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I recently spent four hours in the country with my family on a long drive through the western plains of Canada. I had to make a detour south to take advantage of the beautiful weather, and also to put my toddler son, Zach, to daycare on some mornings, so I spent the day relaxing in our house on the back porch watching the wind play with the tops of pinyon pines. While I’m not sure what kind of wildlife came out, I do know my son loved it. He spent the entire four hours happily playing in the pinyon needles, and it wasn’t even getting chilly in the slightest. He even went into the bathroom, got into the shower for the first time, and the water was warm enough for him to get out. This kind of positive feedback is why I put up on the Travel Site a long list of places and activities I liked in Alberta, but I didn’t know what kind of stuff to go there for when I visited. Here are five (out of dozens) things that I thought would be cool.

1. Horse-riding

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I would never have guessed that the experience which turned from a mild anxiety about our luggage one morning to one of the most exciting moments of my life, would have been that of a group of us from a family that didn’t travel often, being the children of a very eccentric person. It can’t be said too often, but the thing that most separates us from other vacationing people is the total lack of enthusiasm for the travel itself, the effort involved and the inevitable discomfort of the journey. The same goes for our holiday destinations of choice when we’re travelling alone. Here I speak as a traveller’s wife and a woman who loves holidays, not as a person who hates them. A few things that have always annoyed me about my husband’s travels are his insistence on having a “big-day” of adventure, which leaves our vacationing days like yesterday’s dinner, or not having enough time to do the things we love, and the lack of enthusiasm for travelling with him, which only makes the journey of many years harder for us. But we’re not just any old travellers, we love travelling. (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: the day the first ever iPhone was unveiled. My first iPhone and I were both impressed. As I packed and started to take my camera and microphone with me on my first flight, I came across a note that said: “I hope this never ends, but I hope you enjoy it because I know that every one of us wants to share the best moments of ours life with you.” That may sound a bit of a contradiction to the first iPhone video I ever uploaded, my now infamous “A Little Background Music” sequence, showing my first time in the Apple iTunes Store – but for that first video, I had taken some inspiration from the book “The History of the Apple iPhone” penned by John Gruber. I didn’t actually download a copy of the book to the hard drive and write these words, but I wrote down some of the images and quotes. I think I made the “The Apple iPhone” video that I have since since been uploading to Facebook and YouTube in the hope that these two would inspire people to explore the world of the iPhone in the future. (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I’ve been writing about travel for over a decade now, and in that time I’ve discovered a lot. The ones I didn’t know and still don’t know are few and far between (for example, the secret to a decent curry in Bangkok is to follow the directions it lists; a couple of times I’ve got a meal-size sample wrong), and these are just some of the great things I read and discover while on the road.

1. India is a fantastic country to be on a boat for.

A little over a year ago I spent a week on an Indian Airlines boat going back and forth from Mumbai to New Delhi. It may actually be one of my best travels ever, since I spent more time talking, thinking, and enjoying myself in India than in the West. I enjoyed every minute of it, but the one thing I’ve come to realize is that you really need to be on a boat for at least three months. Why? Because it has many of the advantages of a good train, but is far more expensive. It’ (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: one of the most important places in my life, not my job; and the place I will never escape, even to the far off place I came this morning in my flight out of Hong Kong. I took the train in to a new country. I found myself in a station, the train was ready, it was packed with people who had come to see me. Some gave me their business cards. I took them. I saw they all had the same first name of my mother – and my dad. They called out. I called out and they called my name. We were waiting for someone, someone really special to come down from the train, and so it was with my name: “Ikiru,” I heard it called out from the train like the word “sister” had called out from me – and of course it was the name of my mother in real life – the first name “Ikiru” in English speaking Hong Kong. We were waiting to see the train to take me to my destination. We had waited for a long time. It was a long journey, and so many people were (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I had been told a couple other times that I look like a duck and that it is an all-natural gift, and that the experience and story of the gift made up a wonderful part of the story. After all, I had been told a number of times that I looked like a duck before I was born (it had all been said as if I hadn’t been around a while before, but that is also true — you could just as well mean just another case of me being a wacky duck-face). Anyway, I got a chance to meet at the airport a girl who told me that there was a “Pete” outside the terminal and that the lady at the front desk didn’t know if she could say hello to Pete because she thought if she said any sign of “hello,” Pete might be hurt. So she went out with the guy to meet him, which did not end well for Pete or me. (We’ll discuss that, too, later.) Anyway, by the time we got to that particular part of the airport, where the (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I was doing a guest post at my first job in the Philippines and was asked by my boss/co-author/wife/mother to write a short (but awesome) recap of how I enjoyed my time there. I said yes and proceeded to deliver the best travel story (ok: one of the best travel stories) in the form of this post. She was pleased and wanted another. We both have similar backgrounds and what we have in common is that we were both (like I said) from the Philippines, where everyone loves to eat, live and love their surroundings. We had three experiences in Mindanao. We travelled overland to Cagayan de Oro and, while we were there, went on a 4-day motorcycle and boat ride along the pristine river. We went on two boat trips along the Cagayan River from a small town called Bonifacio to a larger village called Santa Maria. In Cagayan de Oro we were able to witness how the country functions at its most beautiful because of its natural beauty. We also saw a town full of the young and fit looking people who are just learning to (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: The most memorable (but brief) trip we have taken with my husband and I has been to Egypt during our honeymoon in 2012. Having travelled around the country with our friends, we both had a fairly good idea of what each place had to offer. However, while there the idea of exploring the desert seemed so tantalizingly remote that it never seemed like we’d be able to do it and we almost gave up. So, rather than put ‘a lid’ on the whole trip just in case we were never able to make it, it was all about trying to make the journey as comfortable and relaxing as possible – as we have done with every trip before this one. This time we wanted to immerse ourselves in the desert as little as possible. We were staying in a nice hotel run by a lovely family, in a village just outside of Naama, in the heart of the desert. With a drive in the desert around the entire hotel, there was no escaping the scorching heat and the sand, so we spent a pretty good amount of time inside, getting to know the locals and (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: On my last visit to Turkey, I stayed in a hotel in Adana (now known as Alanyaddin, after the famous American cartoon), a bustling little city of mosques, bazaars and streets of colourful shops. My hotel was a five-star resort built in the 1960s, but even back then I was a stranger around here, and I was in awe of the architecture. One night it was completely dark outside my room with a starless sky, complete with the occasional light that shone from the mosque. I turned on my TV and it was dark in the bathroom. I had no idea where I was, so I lit a match and held it to the window to see a couple of nearby street lights. As I stared through the window, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I thought I was looking into the moonlit heavens – that was when I discovered the hotel was not really a hotel at all, but something else altogether. I couldn’t see a thing from here and was completely unprepared for the shock of night that came over me. I found myself sitting in an empty hotel room that (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: last year, I traveled with John and his twin brother, Adam, on a flight from Dallas to Minneapolis. John was very experienced with flying and had flown a number of times on his personal, small business turboprop plane before. For one of these flights, however, the brothers had very specific plans. We were looking forward to going to a new area we had heard much about, Lake Minnetonka (one of the area’s several lakes, on a different continent than the Twin Cities). The brothers were staying at a ski resort in the area that had become the local hangout, as their friend Greg (a fellow traveler) explained it. But the brothers weren’t aware of the area’s reputation as one of the most heavily traveled national parks in the United States. The brothers were to take the kids into the mountains and hiking trails. As we were arriving in the airport for our flight on our last day in the Twin Cities, a woman approached the brothers, offering to take them skiing. “Oh, yes,” John answered her. “I was wondering if I might just take the kids up to (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: A girl in London finds her new apartment and decides it’s about to be empty all of a sudden! We’re back, and it’s the weekend. So, the last thing you expect is to be going around London to find a spare room, and all the while the internet is full of pictures of young, naked bodies everywhere. Oh well. You’re supposed to be in the process of getting off work and moving into a new flat, but it’s taking a week for you to arrive. Just after you get off work, you notice your street has been completely plastered with your neighbour’s (still naked) sister. You head home and do almost two more rounds of the internet (on my laptop). Then you realise your apartment is full of her nakedness. A few people have sent good advice on how to cope with this – a quick search on Facebook suggests the one thing which can turn this from a bad experience into a good one. I like the idea of using the internet to teach young people not to use the internet to learn. But sometimes that’s the most I (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I am the founder of The Little Engine Engine Company. The title of the show, The Little Engine Engine and It Was Wonderful, has come to mean a great deal. We started in January 1992. I can’t believe we are 35 years and counting. I just want you to know that when you tell people you started The Little Engine Engine Company they either smile or tell you it was wonderful. I am humbled and honored by the positive response I received for the show. So why am I on a podcast? I am a self-taught mechanic living in the beautiful state of Minnesota. I drive a big-engine, stick-built ‘66 Ford ’72 Mustang fastback and spend most of my time on the road with the family, the band and of course, the three little engine cars, the ’74 Corvette and ’84 Corvette. Thank you for listening to The Little Engine Engine Company. This week our hosts are Jeff & Jan-Hyeong of Big Machine Factory in Vancouver, WV. WOW! We have just received an email telling us they are filming some (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: A man’s thoughts on his friend. Posted on: Saturday, December 12, 2017 The author is not responsible for the opinions, facts, or any other aspect of this article. On April 12, 2005, I visited the town of Rovigo, in the Lazio region of Tuscany, Italy, where I was for some time employed by a bank as a travel agent. I decided to stay at a local hotel, in order to meet an old friend (her son’s best friend) that I had first met 10 years ago in Verona. She was a sweet, lovely, and fun older woman. She was the first person I had ever been friendly with (although I had spent many hours meeting up with my friends at lunch and dinner) who did not appear to be in the same time zone. Then, on April 16, I heard her voice on the phone: “Rome is just an hour and a half from here,” she said. “I have to be in Rome early to arrange the wedding of my son.” I (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a trip to the most distant part of the United States in the summer of 2016. My first North American airport. My flight out of Columbus, Ohio was delayed because of weather woes. A few hours later they were on the tarmac so I could check in. Before boarding, I asked if I could hold my flight (a very popular request). After a little bit of negotiation I settled for it. After two and a half hours of flying, I finally landed. I walked through the airport to my gate, where my luggage was still waiting on the other side. I checked in my carry on, a carry on bag, and some other small things. The security check-in was fairly quick, though it took a while to come to a conclusion on why I wasn’t allowed to bring them on my plane. A line of two guards watched from a corner. A very cute woman with green eyes smiled and said, “I need your bag”. I didn’t understand what she meant. “No, I won’t allow that.” (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: In January 2009, I booked a holiday to the Greek Islands on the advice of the Lonely Planet Magazine. It’s a long journey, and I booked it via the Norwegian Tourist Information for the Greek Islands, because I didn’t trust reviews or internet reviews of places in Greece, and because that was the first place I found in google that fit my requirements, from a Greek point of view. I left in time to watch the Olympic Games in the Greek Islands (which were watched by over 600,000 people!) and to plan my journey home to Germany. I had to leave early to put off shopping-tour-and-transaction-related chores, but it meant I had time to study before my flight back. So, I stayed a weekend in Greece, which was a good decision, because I got to explore the country and also stayed in Athens. My plan was to visit the famous Acropolis too, but that had to wait until after my holiday. My tour-tour-and-transaction-related chores were a bit more difficult than anticipated and complicated by the fact the tour I planned (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I have been traveling for over 40 years, and I have only had the good fortune to take some of the best tours in the world. The world of the travel blogger is not all that different. It is the destinations that truly excite me … and the people who make them shine. I met the most incredible friends and family who welcomed me with open arms and made me feel like family. Some are here and others are still out on the road. To them I say THANK YOU. I appreciate each and every one of you. You have always made my travels a special experience. It is with the greatest gratitude that I say thank you to you ALL. There are some who choose to see a few sights … while others choose to take that extra step and visit the sites from the heart. I’m glad that I found both paths in the same journey. As long as you continue to travel, your destination will always show you a new vista. I promise you this: your heart will shine for it. So I can also add the following: Thank you for your interest in this site and in reading (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: My travel bag was stolen from my room at the Yerba Buena center just south of La Guardia Airport. I just got back home and have been in touch with some friends from the New York and Los Angeles bureau over on Facebook to warn that similar incidents are likely. They said they had heard from friends that a young black woman had been mugged on the subway while traveling with a girl of color; however, they weren’t sure what happened except the girl was crying and saying goodbye as she boarded the train; I got wind of what happened and called 911, but they wouldn’t take me in. I guess they were just tired of being wined and dined. On the subject of being wined and dined, at some point I decided I needed to find a few things to bring. So I asked the lady about renting them. She just looked at me through the Plexiglass and said I’d have to register with them. It really didn’t make sense for anything to go wrong at Yerba Buena. The food is good, the bathroom is (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I have been to New York, but I was never here on a work trip. But I’m sure you don’t have any work trips that you can’t see your city by yourself. We were in New York on my birthday (June 18, 2010) and it was a fun night to celebrate, but it didn’t matter. I had a New York City view on my iPad and I was able to take photos or movies whenever I wanted as long as I paid for it and the movie I wanted was included into my trip’s price. If it’s included, it means more because there are more movie options or I could pay for both and enjoy them together. This is when the trip to New York began. I thought it was going to be a small, one-day trip and it turns out to be longer than I thought. The city has expanded and it’s still not completely clear what exactly we are going to do. From my experience though, it’s clear there are so many places we would have like to explore first and I (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: getting lost in Bali. On a cool, sunny Thursday afternoon, I took an Uber to Seminyak, where we were staying – well, I was not actually staying, since I was on that list at the time. Seminyak, located some 500 miles northwest of Bali, lies at the northern end of the Gunung Agung (Tiger’s Nest) and was developed by the Dutch in the late ’60s to be a paradise for honeymooners. The entire peninsula is a massive tropical garden. Although there are tons of tours that you can take, this one is the most popular. The company, which is part of a private partnership, is the brainchild of none other than Mark Zuckerberg, the CEO of Facebook. We landed at the airport and then we went straight to his office, where we had a very informative meeting. His business partner, a man whose name I forget very quickly but who seems like a real sweetheart, was not amused by our presence. His room in Seminyak, Thailand We had to ask where a lot of (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: the day I first saw Japan’s Shinden-kōhaku Temple — the first I entered since high school. The most popular temple in the history of Osaka, it’s also the largest, with a vast, soaring tower that stretches the entire length of Ii-no-ji Temple and a massive hall that’s the perfect size for the 12.5 million devotees who call it home, making it, in my book, the third largest temple in Japan. It’s so huge and grand the entire hall is like an enormous banquet hall without ceilings, with each temple floor divided into a series of rooms dedicated to different priests. And then there’s this… For those who don’t know, Shinden-kōhaku is the Temple of Earth on the top of the Great Buddha Hall. Built in 1645, it was the oldest temple in Japan, with its impressive temple tower and an even taller hall. And then there’s the great Shinden-gū, or Golden Treasure Hall, literally translated as the treasure hall of the (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: My own self-precaration. A brief overview of the past that I want to change into the future. Maybe not the future. Maybe only the present. Today’s blog entry: I thought I would do a little of the traveling on vacation today. I want do a little of the travel today. The plan is to find places without the ‘traveler tourists’ (I’m guilty of both). Which means that more than just taking pictures. For me, it is about the places I visit, the atmosphere and the experience I have with the locals. So a bit of the travel on vacation. I’d like you to do a little of it; to put your own ‘travel writing’ experience into practice. The places I find I find I find Bosnia and Herzegovina, Croatia Sofia, Bulgaria Cairo – I’ve been to both locations, both countries and both with a great experience in both and now I‘m back for another visit. The country’s geography is (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: when a group of tourists in the tiny town of Malin called themselves “Loving God”. From a far-away village a train pulls in to the local station. The coach driver leaves. The passengers take off their shoes and sit on the floor. It’s a very uncomfortable way to spend a Sunday afternoon. The same train will pull in next year. These are some of the stories behind many of the thousands of stories posted to Travel’s web site. For nearly 20 years I’ve written about the travel stories that keep travelers engaged and looking for new places to travel. This story is no different from the thousands of others. Some of the best stories are the ones that are shared by people who love travel, share stories, make mistakes or experience joy. When you visit a new place, your heart stops racing. Your eyes flutter. Your mind wanders: What were you expecting? I am pleased to say that when you visit a new place or visit a place for the first time, your heart will not race all the way to those familiar landmarks or (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I was in India in 2004, in Bangalore, and stopped in Bangalore airport to say good-bye to friends (well, actually they were colleagues, but they stayed and I was just another passenger). When I arrived in India, the hotel I was staying in was in the center of the city and I met a stranger who was from the hotel, and whom the hotel staff had told I would probably know in person. So when I saw him first thing that morning, I asked him what he felt like having tea with me. After all, how many of these strangers, from whom we might never have known, actually stopped by the hotel or a shop to talk to us on the day I visited India, let alone offer us tea? He responded with a quick shake and a pleasant, “Thanks.” A friend of mine at the time (I should say that our mutual friend and he, too, are both from India), who happens to be a writer, asked him if he could write about our conversation, because in his mind, the stranger seemed to belong. The writer asked him if he could, and he told him he could (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I spent the afternoon with a young man looking for a ride from which to explore a town in western India. The ride was not an arranged or prescribed one, of course — he had no idea when or if it would ever end. I thought he had done the right thing to begin with. Then he got out his phone and texted me: “This is my first video. I hope you like it — and for you.” He wanted to see the “first” of his video. But he did not expect to discover the “first” of my video. Like many on the web, I first came across Dr. Ben Smith’s videos two years ago, via a Google search on the term “Indian Travel Video.” In fact, I have viewed them on numerous occasions — many times over the years, and all over the globe. The videos were always accompanied by good writing, and the stories were always captivating and captivatingly written. The reviews have been excellent, too — in fact, I have one sitting on my desktop right now. (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: It was back in 2000, exactly 40 years to the day after I got married, so we had a long talk about traveling. My marriage to my wife was as good as it had been for about 20 years, before getting hit by a surprise, unexpected, unexpected (to you) divorce. Now, you won’t find me complaining. I’m an independent woman, self-sufficient to a degree. But this did put a halt to my travel plans. My travel plans, especially the ones which involve exploring new destinations, require the support of a few large family members. I’ve gotten a lot of mileage out of my “family trip,” but I miss the adventure which I once envisioned, which is what I’ve done in recent years. I will never forget the adventure of setting myself and my wife free of their house, which she moved into in 2000. One thing I realize, is I always planned to stay more than 1 year with her. But the move back in 2000 created the need for my wife to find a way to get around by herself. Which of course required a longer trip. So I decided to fly (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: Last May, I had dinner with one of the co-owners of one of those French bistros located on a crowded street in the Marais, in a restaurant just next to one of those beautiful public squares. He was a gregarious, lively, humorous, charming fellow who charmed the staff, the customers and me at the bistro with his jokes and his smiley good nature. I had seen him before, but this time, he was talking to me about his upcoming departure from Paris to go to his small home in Normandy where his family had lived for three generations up to that time. I was impressed. I was just glad I had remembered to include my name and date of birth before coming. A little later, the owner gave me some more instructions on how we should eat. I ordered the classic French soup of oysters, foie gras, mussels and saucisson (mushroom with cheese on top). My main courses consisted of meat, fish and potatoes. He ordered some local game from the menu (duckling, duck, quail) and one (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: This guy said, “Good morning, ma’am. My name is Ben. I need to take you to the airport.” I was, “Ma’am? Excuse me? Don’t you need to board the airplane?” The stranger said, “Ben, get out the car. I’ll drive you there.” I said, “I don’t know where the plane is. Let me see. I have my business cards with me.” “You were in the wrong place,” he said, looking at the card. “Go buy some tickets and leave now. I’ll wait here for you.” That was about two and a half hours ago. I’ve been awake for almost 2 hours. I’m not feeling too well. The stranger was a very nice guy. He was sitting right next to me and was reading, apparently, my phone. I looked over the car window as he leaned out. He said, “My name is Ben, and (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: the first time I was struck by the beauty of the New York City skyline as I was driving through the Lower East Side during a spring break trip when, as a middle-aged lady in a van driven by a white guy (who, it turned out, was not as nice/friendly as the other one), I happened to catch a glimpse of these images…as the van was slowly climbing the steep hills to our hotel, so I continued on. I was struck by the beauty of the city and that moment as the van was slowly climbing those hills. I don’t remember the conversation and I don’t know what the van driver said to me. A few months ago I was walking along a street in New York and all of a sudden I was accosted by ‘the lady who lives on 96th street’. When I told her what I experienced, she seemed surprised/amazed and asked me for my picture. I was happy to oblige the most curious of travelers and snapped a very nice picture of me sitting on an umbrella with a lady who I had met in the street. I (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: “Just another day at the office.” The day at the office would begin like this even if she was still married to her ex-husband. “Gone fishing, back home to see if you’re still there,” he said. “Nothing’s changed. Your husband’s still there and he’s still there. Just a lot more work and you’re still here in the morning trying to make us all feel welcome. ” “Sure,” she said. “Of course.” “You just got some really good news. ” “And then what happens?” “There’s nothing we can do about the fact that your mother just found out where you live. They’re thinking you left with a guy you don’t know. ” “What about that?” “Why do you guys think I left?” It’s not the first time her mother has confronted her husband about the family’s current living arrangements. “Hey, Mom, I don’t even know the guy. ” “Your husband knows. It’s just, it’s an inconvenience, we really don’t see a lot of each other. ” “My husband’s been the same (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: It’s October 2009, and this is how many people would describe a long weekend in Beijing city after the new year. And so begins the second part of my recent story of the first winter in Beijing (and first in Japan). I don’t want to stop, with the story now about six snowed-in days, nor with thoughts now about how close the two places were, but I want to tell you, too, the story about the second winter in Beijing, in autumn 2010, also. Then the second winter in Tokyo, in autumn 2010. And then after a break this January, this second winter in Beijing, in winter 2011. And in June 2012, in Tokyo. Which then, for a while, was followed by this autumn-winter-spring, which was followed by another autumn-winter-spring. The second winter was in Beijing again in 2010, again in 2012, again in 2013, again in 2014. But then in February 2015, then in the winter of 2015-2016, I went on the road again. And for the second time these last winter I (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: Last night I checked the weather forecast and said something I hadn’t in a while. In the absence of any other good news, I took the opportunity to vent about flying. It just seems like such a trivial subject and yet it’s such a huge problem, so many airlines are desperate to find a way to make a profit of it. I have friends who have family going through their personal hell of a life with the high cost of flying and the very real potential of being stranded for days on end. The more I think about it, the more I feel helpless and scared. Here is the truth of the matter: the cost of flying is still far greater than the price of food, fuel, etc. There is simply no way we could find a way at any cost to minimize these costs. To make things worse, there are many folks who travel around the world to just to see how nice the world is. And not just the world, but what the world looks like. I remember reading something in a book one time about the beautiful island nation that was one of the first places in the world to ban plastic (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I didn’t even know my name at first, but when my aunt came to talk on the phone when I was walking by my cousin’s (whose name I can’t recall at this very late hour) house, I knew at once who she was. All the time, I’ve wished to put that on the back of my mind (in the “would I do that again?” category). I knew, too, that she had seen me in the grocery store and at the park with my daughter. So yes, there’s a bit of a history there. But with all the stories that have happened to me in the last 30 years, there’s no getting around the fact that this would end any time soon. So I was, without any hesitation whatsoever, over the moon that we had found a place in the country with the best hot pot restaurants in the whole country where the food was so good, the servers were so helpful, and the price was so good. And this was in an area that has never had a food that’s (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: when I left home and my parents had no idea I was getting out of the house. (And I will tell you if I ever go back.) The first thing I noticed was that I looked a lot younger when I left. The first thing the taxi driver (who was also the first American to ever hail cabs) said to me as we pulled away was that I looked like a younger version of my parents. But it wasn’t the whole truth. I had long straightened hair and a new tan. And the taxi driver was almost always wrong. One of the things that really amazed me is that despite coming out of a strict religious denomination and going to the most extreme and most conservative church I have ever attended in my life, I had come out with a smile. I never even mentioned the religion – or what it stood for – in the taxi on the way home. My father is Jewish, a Lutheran. My mother is a member of the Jehovah’s Witness body. When I walked into my parents’ home that first night, they had nothing to say about my coming out and my new identity. (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I took a room at the Hilton near the Grand Canyon. It seemed like a bit of a sacrifice to have to be in Arizona, a place where I’ve longed for a change of scenery from the one I lived on just a few years earlier. I was there to visit a friend who was there on business but just happened to have room at the Hilton. I was there to check in with a staff member. I was there to go through a series of security checks to prove I’m who I say I am. Then I was there just to have a great time. I wasn’t aware of the difference in policies when it came to booking reservations at the Hilton and hotels, let alone the difference between a regular-room rate and a suite rate. When I’d have to figure out whether or not I’d be allowed to stay in a suite, I wouldn’t even notice a difference in price. The room with the suite option would have seemed more appropriate for guests with even a modest budget — especially since I was looking at the same rates for both rates. (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a woman from Japan who goes to the United States for marriage with her mother and her friend, and learns that she will be getting married within three months of her arrival. As I write this I think about the two ways in which I can get my family back from the states–getting married or coming to America for a visit. Of course, going home can be a lot easier, too.<|endoftext|> (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I’ve taken my brother out for a long-ass walk on a beautiful, sun-kissed, autumn-themed day at the edge of a quiet beach in the Pacific Northwest. This particular afternoon, we got off the car and walked down to the water’s edge. The sun was blazing bright on the golden sand. Off in the distance, the city of Seattle was visible through the trees. We walked slowly toward the water, following footprints into the water. As you do on summer mornings, there were thousands of people who had come out to watch an activity take place that day. A pair of large footprints were marked by a human body. I pointed to my brother and pointed to the beach and to the trees; I didn’t believe him. I wanted to believe him. My twin had been left behind this particular afternoon! A family had taken off in a rental car, leaving their young son behind in the back of the car. It had been raining a lot, and the rental car had blown a tire. The wind was whipping across the parking lot and through the streets. The father drove quickly while the mother called (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: one that ends here in the dark of night. A little over three weeks ago, I took a train from London to the Irish border. On this night, in the dark, I reached a small village in County Down. It’s a few miles from the Irish border, down a country road that crosses the bridge across the Irish sea – and which now I have come on a motorbike to explore. I had spent the night in a small village called Loughrigg a few miles up the road and had found it easy to sleep when my head was clear. But once, at dawn, as my bike crunched over the pebbles of the bog near my bed, I looked up to see that the landscape was full of stars. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘that’s Ireland.’ This was two weeks ago. It had been two weeks and two days since I’d cycled to the border. The following morning, I trudged back to the border. I found the road (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: my first week in Paris. By: Anne-Sophie Brache My journey to France. (The travel-related part of my story continues below this image.) It was a beautiful day. I took my train in and out of Paris all the time. I never knew that I was taking a train to Paris. I wanted so desperately to learn a thing or two and it didn’t matter if I knew nothing at all, but Paris was already there in my mind as I was reading the tickets: the name of the train, the departure location and many more details — everything that I knew but didn’t want to lose. It was time to get on a train for France. Paris is such a special place. First of all, it’s big city, and that’s not even a compliment because it’s so huge that it covers more than 60% of the country. I mean, how did they ever manage to fit this whole continent into ‘big city’? There are so many sights that you can’t really (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: “So I’ve been thinking about moving from Los Angeles to Portland, Oregon. I’ve been to Los Angeles, but it’s way out in the country and far away from the cities. I could just stay in a hotel. But I love the city a lot and could really see myself living there for a while. I was considering going as far as New York City, so Portland is a big city, but I wasn’t seeing much of it. I really wanted to see all the things I already saw in Los Angeles (with its amazing museums and amazing restaurants) and also look for newer things I might like while I was there. So, I’ve been talking it over with my friend. He’s in the Air Force. But at the moment he’s stationed in Ohio, he didn’t tell me, because he thought it would be too difficult, for him and his family. Then he was stationed there for a year; he was in training and he was in an airplane; there was a lot of flying. It was lots of (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: In 2006, an American tourist, on her way to Istanbul, slipped on the sidewalk in Taksim on the European side, landing on her left foot and causing instant pain. Her boyfriend, on the other foot, was quick to help and got her off the street and into the hospital. That moment changed the course of her life. It was a simple fall: the world-class athlete had sprained her left foot just below the big toe, which was the most likely spot. No one knew what had happened and no one said much during the next few months. The girl, at 29, worked to her limits. She kept getting up and going, and eventually her boyfriend did too. By the time a professional athlete showed up in the hospital in New York, and after a long wait, a series of tests and treatments, the girl was walking with the help of a cane, with a walking shoe that let her move her foot. The athlete went home. Years later the girl was able to tell her story. And that woman, at 29 (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a young girl was born in a refugee camp in Northern Lebanon. Her mother’s brother was one of five brothers and sisters, half of seven children living in a tiny house that she and her father shared, and which was located about 800 meters from the refugee camp where they were staying. It was in this same refugee camp that Ali had lived a few days when he was still a child with his grandmother. Her family was one of a group of families that lived in makeshift shelters or had been granted ‘chayaa’ status by the Lebanese government. A chayaa is a private business, and the families that receive it are not allowed to do business with or work for any other private group. The other families, those that remain in the camps, are the poorest; their living standards are very low. Once Ali was born in the refugee camp, it was in a small room which had been set aside for his own use. The room had a single window and a single bed, but there were no other furniture. The woman’s relatives were kind and helpful, but Ali did not have anything to do with them. The room was filled with a number of other children who used to sleep on the floor, but who, at that stage of the war, had few possessions – their clothes and shoes, and any small or portable items that they could use. Ali did not have a large family of his own, and thus he slept in the large room with other children, his grandparents, and a little older sister, Rida. Ali’s Grandmother In those days, Ali’s grandparents owned land in the camp, but not much else. They were poor, and a single room did not pay very well, but they were able to pay a portion of their earnings to the camp’s local health clinic to buy medicines. In those days, the Lebanese army lived in the refugee camps, and they provided a little bit of help, and that may have been what the family of his grandparents did in the chayaa room. They fed, clothed and educated their seven children and their grand-nephew, Ali’s father, who was five when he left his village. Many children’s parents will leave their families, their homes, and leave their country, if they are not given permission from the Lebanese government to do so. In a country that had been under a harsh, devastating foreign-military presence for many years, this simple act seemed like a no-brainer. There was little chance of a family that had not been granted a chayaa status being able to survive, as many of the other households in the camp had left. Ali has told my other stories On Thursday 29 January, a number of those children will celebrate Ali’s 8th birthday in a single day while other children and grandchildren are given little presents. Children are also given free education, and Ali is being given free medical treatment for his anemia. This will be Ali’s second birthday celebration in the chayaa room and his third birthday celebration here in Lebanon since being born. This time, Ali will celebrate with his father, Ali’s grandparents, and his sister, Rida, who is 10 years old. At this time, Ali’s grandparents have agreed to let him have the room for his birthday party, but he will have to pay a certain amount of money for them to let him have access to the room, which he has been allowed to use only twice already. The reason why he pays so much is that the people providing the housing are not allowed to work for another private group (as in the refugee camp). At the end of the day, most of the homes have small areas designated for communal activities, such as for the children who are allowed to play, or who use them with their family. This includes Ali’s grandfather’s home, as well as that of his mother. There are no big issues with the conditions of the chayaa in the camp, and the people of the camp are welcoming hosts. A lot of people, including women, show support as they come and go, and as long as they are not seen as foreigners, they are welcomed. Ali’s mother’s brother, Hassan, is a student in his own right, and is the first generation in his family to study in Lebanon, in addition to being a soldier in the Lebanese military. He’s a Lebanese and he knows Ali very well, but he has so far remained quiet since Ali’s birth to keep the secret. Ali’s grandparents are very happy to be able to give Ali a party because they have [more… (think up yourself)] (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I came up with the idea of a ‘downtown tour’ one time to visit my parents and sister in Seattle. Instead of spending an hour in the car taking pictures, I wanted to see the main sights on foot. The tour took me from the University District in Seattle, to downtown Seattle, to downtown Elliott Bay. I was on foot for the first two days, but my final day, when I had more time, I hopped the subway from downtown Seattle to downtown Bellevue and went to downtown Bellevue. This is the third stop. I took a picture of the back wall of Bellevue’s fire station. My photos were so bad – blurry I could barely see what I was pointing at until I put it on paper. The most popular place to see the outdoors in Oregon (at least on the east coast) and I decided to visit here. My brother and I went to the Northwest Aquarium with a friend. The aquarium is located at the base of Mount Hood which overlooks the rest of the Cascade Range. After driving 15 miles, we got off at a secluded little valley. With the sun low in the sky and the sky clear you can see for miles around. The whole canyon is filled with salmon, mink, otter, chinese seabass, grizzly bear, bald, grizzly, wolf and a ton of other animals. We had to park along the road as a little bit of a crowd gathered. But from there, we got to see an otter, a wolf and the most incredible one, an orcas. The last thing you see from the Northwest is the Columbia River Gorge, the highest and most famous river system in North America. At the north end of the river is Tillamook. Tillamook is where some of the most famous adventures in Oregon begin. When you arrive you check in to the Best Western. You see your room has been painted pink and then you get ready for some fun. I was ready for fun. The best part is that I got to hear people talk about Oregon. The Best Western was owned by a friend of my sister’s and it has now closed. There are lots of good places to eat (the bar is great) and a mall nearby if you want to shop (they offer tons of really cool stuff), but it is closed when the weather is good and the people are working. But in that setting my sister and I got to catch up for once and my husband got to go to an outdoor concert and I got some cool photos and new friends. It was definitely worth it. It’s also one of the few places in Oregon that has a pool, so after a couple hours we went to swim at it and we all made up before hitting the road again. If Tillamook was my destination I would have stayed that night. I’ve never been there but it was an adventure there was worth it. We got to eat delicious burgers and watch the sun set. It was an absolutely fantastic vacation. Next time I’m going to try to go there, it’s a great idea. Here is a really cool view through the windows at the Tacoma Dome with a couple of very tall buildings visible. The Tacoma Dome is the top spot when you can see so many people packed into the Tacoma Dome. It’s like a crazy person’s view of baseball. I had trouble finding the entrance to the Tacoma Dome so I turned to the website and I knew there was one to be had. The website suggested I look for the “Tumapac” which is an older building with two floors and a grand staircase up the tower. You won’t be able to get to the tower by foot, but you can climb the stairs and you get a very good view of the stadium. There are only a few steps inside the building and the ticket costs $5. It was a fun trip and a very easy way to get to the stadium. We took a picture of the Tacoma Dome before catching the shuttle. You can pick the time and day that the shuttle leaves to get there. There are many lines, but even so they were long and I got really close to the shuttle and I had to tell a few people I was a long way from the entrance, which was not a pleasant task. It was also an inconvenient line for the ‘dome, but that is not to say it isn’t worth it. You get to try your hand at making fun of people on the shuttle. It’s a blast and I really enjoyed the experience. To see why the stadium is so famous I recommend you check out this fun and informative [more… (think up yourself)] (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: As the end of school-year comes, I know I won’t be spending the summer with my brothers or my cousins as usual. They’ve all gone on summer trips already. I’ve heard things — they’ve been told there are wild monkeys, wolves running scared, tigers hanging in the trees — I just haven’t been told. How much time do I have left in my calendar? All I said was: “How about if I come back in November and we can hang around the house, have a great dinner, and watch the last World Series or something?” They laughed and agreed but I’m sure if they had it with me, they would have said, “No, not now. We have so much fun.” My friends, the ones my family has made since we started elementary school, are all away on their summer-wonder vacations and I am left here. The world seems to spin and a light turns on inside me. And so I decide to take a nap on the comfy mattress on the floor of the bathroom. With a good-night kiss, I hear the toilet flush, a tiny bit of water falling down and my mind is a bit less cloudy and, in some quiet way, a kind of happy. I fall asleep, dreaming of a trip to Disneyland. For a long while, all is well. But then the thoughts turn to the trip. I have a plan. One that I had all along that we all know is not an easy one but that I know the trip will be a wonderful visit and I will give them as much of a good time as is humanly possible. I can only take so much of a vacation when all I have to do is take a nap. Now, I have the nap and all of the plans, but before I do what has been on my mind for a long, long time. It’s been a long time since I really cared or thought about much that is important. Before we went on vacation I was going to find out if we made the right decision by getting so far and traveling in such a crazy way that I would be better off on a road trip. I was going to find out if we would have been as good together as I thought. All of my friends were going. We had all worked hard to make it happen. We all put into the trip everything we knew or could think of and it was a trip. If we could have found the best of each other we would have been a family. And now I’m going to take a nap and I’m wondering all the right questions. Will all of my friends have the best fun of traveling with me? Will they know what they are doing is fun and exciting for me? Will I be able to tell them about the things that matter to me most and I’ll love them even more? Will they be able to hold me when someone else needs me? Will they be able to hold their heads up high knowing that it’s not for them alone, but for the people who matter and who are depending on them? Will they be able to share their inner joy as it is shared by others? I don’t know if all of my friends will be in the same boat as me and I don’t think they really care, really do they, I’m not sure they can, but I want to share some of my thoughts with them because I hope they will find out the truth. I don’t have anyone to tell about this trip except my dad, but I hope he is doing the right thing in worrying or worrying or talking and talking, because I think I can do it and I think I really can. I think I can keep my head high because I’m not going anywhere or seeing anyone; it’s about us and what we are and who we are and the future. So today I’m writing this blog just to write about a trip I love, taking the nap that will keep me awake all of the way to the end of the week. A family of five, they’re very close as they are. They love spending time together and they are very important to each other. They are all very smart, are doing what they know how to do. It is an odd family dynamic. They are always talking to one another and I don’t think there are any secrets about what they say to one another. [more… (think up yourself)] (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: I am an Italian living and working in Paris, a few weeks ago, and this time around, I made the trip by bike. It was a lovely ride. The city seemed pretty peaceful and nice. I got to see some sights and have had a few drinks with some nice people. In France, we are allowed to drink in the pubs and drinking establishments. I happened to be in a local pub, after being invited to do the same. There were plenty of men in suits, a few women sitting at the bar, chatting with their friends over a glass of wine. I sat with a man I had spoken to several times before, when we were both living in Italy, and now in Paris too. We asked the man the reason for our presence. He came from South Africa, where they were in the process of closing the borders to stop large numbers of people coming in from poor countries. Apparently, at that time, South African-Europeans, were not allowed to live together in France, in bars and restaurants. Apparently, there are a number of pubs and restaurants in Europe where South African workers live and work. So as I sat drinking one of my favorite pints of beer, a South African gentleman, who I had never met before, was sitting with me. He shared a few details of what life was like there, and some details of South Africans living in France, but it seems they were all drinking. He explained that it is the custom for South Africans to live in South Korea, and then in France, as South Koreans are viewed as the enemy. So with this, and a couple of bottles of wine, we were able to sit in on the South African-Italian chat, and drink in the pub. So after my beer I asked him some questions. What was it like in South Africa today, since they were having a crisis? He told me that he had to put up a sign which said no alcohol, and I asked him if he was from South Africa himself. He told me that South Africa is basically the same as South Korea, but the South African customs did no longer exist and there had been no immigration to Europe, or South Korea, or India or any South African-European country. He told me his last South African colleague had had a stroke and he had to drive back here, as they were not allowed to live together in South Korea. He told me as well that there is no police in South Africa, as all South Africans are illegal immigrants. So you can’t get a passport! If you are on South African visas, you need to have South African citizenship. He told me that it cost an arm and a leg to obtain one. So if you want to move to South Africa, you have to apply for the South African citizenship. What was it like? He said that life was pretty easy compared to what it is in Europe. It is very nice compared to other places, he said. He told me that South Africa was like a country with a different culture, and different people. He seemed quite friendly, so I asked myself if I would ever visit South Africa, as I am a South African. Then why did he choose to live here? He told me that he is here because he fell in love with Africa, and wanted to be with Africans. He told me that there is no problem as long as you are with an African family. He told me that his family is here, and he has a South African-Italian-born child. The rest of his family is around the world too. But how did he get involved? He said that there are South Africans in South Korea. And one day he came to South Korea and was hired by one of the big companies to work in South Korea, so that they wouldn’t lose their jobs to South African workers. So he was given some money, enough for a week here, and said he would work out the rest of the term in the company’s office. So he decided to come home here, he told me. He told me that the South Africans working in the South Korean company had come through a lot of difficulties. The companies in South Korea are quite small, and there is a shortage of labor, so many employees are here because they are short of work. He told me that there is talk of a strike or a class action lawsuit, because wages are being cut. It is quite difficult living here. It is very difficult to make your own food, as you are not allowed to buy your own food in South Korea. He said that there is one café where they sell ice cream, but they are all out of ice cream. It seems very difficult to make your own ice milk in this place! Apparently, [more… (think up yourself)] (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: We take the first flight back from Tokyo to Seoul. At that time, we are all in our mid 30s. We had booked a round-the-world flight with Korean carrier Lufthansa. It was booked for a one-month stay in Seoul, so we hoped that we can make this trip without much difficulty. We had to leave Seoul the same time, because we were to fly back to Tokyo. The airline that we booked with also requires that the airline must book us with no less than a one-week delay. Luckily, our flight had already had such a delay. So we found an alternate airline that was willing to take us back. This one did not have a lot of time pressure as we arrived in Seoul a day later than our Korean Air flight. We stayed at Hahmung Guesthouse a couple of hours from our hotel, and made our way over to an excellent hotel, the Nameless Hotel, which is near the Ulsan airport. We had arrived and planned to stay there for 3 days, but the hotel had other offers so we decided to stay one night in Gangnam, and then visit the city of Gyeonggi where most of our colleagues were staying. There were a few people who arrived that time because their airlines changed the dates of the flight. It’s hard to understand a change in such a small travel-item that it takes up the whole night: The airline, the hotels, and the airlines. At the time, the flight was about to leave, we could not make any change, and we had a chance to discuss our plan. We arrived at the train station to take the train to Gangnam. The train station is a very convenient city, full of hotels, restaurants, and markets. It would be interesting to check the current schedule of flights or airlines. If I would make the effort, I would learn a bit more about this subject. But that’s what we won’t do since we won’t have enough time to compare the situation from Seoul to Seoul. At first, there were only two trains, a local train and a commuter train, and we were just like a couple of tourists who have taken a train ride around the city. After a while, two more trains were coming, which was pretty unusual for us. But since Gyeonggi is a province, we thought we could get from Daejeon to Gangnam. We were able to get a train pass from the railway station where we were staying. The Daejeon station was also quite convenient because there were trains to Seoul that would take us right to the airport if we wanted to change our flight, and also we could pick the trains of our first choice to take us to Seoul. Since I can tell you that our company did not provide our with such convenience, we just could not wait for it to come. In conclusion, we still had that problem. We will use many of our experiences from Korea for making the best out of this trip. By the way, this trip was probably the best ever. We didn’t make any major plans and didn’t take any other travel-related trips, and we actually did it on time. This was also the first time that we went to a city by foot, and we were the first Korean people who went to that part of Korea. We visited the Namsan Park and visited the famous Gyeonggi-do park. The Gyeonggi-do park is also the largest in Seoul, the largest outside the capital city. We also visited two historical monuments: The Noh Theatre and the Korean Theater in Seoul. But we did not go there in the winter and our time there was very short because we had to get back to the airport. Our time in Gyeonggi was very close as we were all in the same hotel there. We were both tired, so we went to sleep. This time, in Gyeonggi-do, there were a lot of people who came and enjoyed the park. It was a very nice place to go, which you need to experience there first. It was around 3 PM when I woke up, so I had to get up early to find time to clean the kitchen and the bathroom. We didn’t have time to go to the shops, and our breakfast consisted of rice, soup, and bread. Our breakfast is always more than we can eat. We usually make fried rice, but sometimes we make pancakes, or even a lot like a breakfast. We also have some snacks like a bagel, cheese, or [more… (think up yourself)] (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: This time it was the great wall of China that led the way, with a view of the vast countryside. A few miles further, a more serious problem. The way ahead is through the snow on the outskirts of Tibet’s first major city. When we first got there, it was one of the most depressing sights I’d ever seen — the streets lined with snow and dust, no cars, cars that only seemed to go from one place to another. I had just finished reading “The Wall Street Journal — A Century of Progress”, with a map showing how the building boom of the 19th century had helped transform the capital of the empire from being almost exclusively a backwater into a bustling political, financial and cultural center in less than a century. The Wall Street Journal’s article on how it had changed the world was a really eye-opener, and in the course of the year of 2007, that map didn’t change much. But the road there is just as depressing, if not more so. Snow is everywhere, even down to the very tips of the cars. Snow-shakes, the sounds of crunching snow. “It’s really, really hard,” our guide sighed. I had no idea what that meant. “You will feel fine as soon as you give it a try.” This was my guide’s advice, and it seemed to be pretty well-practiced. So we followed the instructions and headed for Beijing. There was a whole group of Chinese guides waiting, just outside the train station after hours of travel. They had brought us into a long line, and then a long line after that, so the whole time we were in the waiting room, an awful lot of people were talking about their next vacation — or a good job offer. After all, it was the first time in a long time that I had felt a bit of a connection with the country other than a curiosity about the country we were headed to and its people, and I knew that at least now there was a chance to do some exploring. We were all a little nervous, but our guide was a very, very good and well-meaning man. He was confident, but also a little embarrassed by our excitement. “Come,” he said, “let us go and taste the food. We have prepared the best.” So we strolled out to where the city’s restaurants were; the food was very good. We had no idea it was just out there in a faraway place, just across the wide grassland that forms the border between China and Tibet. How much had China ever known? Not so much what we needed, but more importantly, what we wanted to see? You could see from my mind’s eye now, as I looked around China from outside the train station, that there was an astonishing amount of Chinese civilization in the region we were now passing through. This was because, just a little way back, it had been a huge area that came to be known as Manchuria, now the name of an entire country. And there was something there — just out of sight — that was even more impressive: a long, snow-covered mountain range that looked like the back of a dragon’s head. When we looked, the mountains didn’t only seem like a back-scatter from a mountain landscape, but like a wall that had been thrown up. Everything seemed to point toward the city that lay almost half a mile ahead. I saw the snow peaks sticking up like a huge, dark blue wall, and I thought of the many villages out in the plains below. There were huge fields, no buildings on the road. There was everything on this land that China needed there — the forests, the hills, the fields. The land here was so important that it even had a name, the Land of Wild Wild Horses — and I wondered what it might have been like if such a lot of this land had been made into a city. As we got closer to the city, a little stream came out of the valley we were passing through, which was then a little way into Tibet. We were now just a half mile from the first steps up to what was our destination. The steps were steep, but then I noticed that the steps continued on straight in the same direction, even as they were going up. So you could climb all the way to the top. “We are now one mile from the top of the stairs,” said the guide. [more… (think up yourself)] (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: A couple came to Turkey looking for an adventure in the heart of the Syrian desert. They rented a camper van and made a tour of the surrounding villages. The village is located 20 km from the town of Sukkur. The road is open and well-signposted, but what really grabs the traveler is how quiet everything is in this tiny rural town. There is a traditional Turkish bakery, a few restaurants and a hotel, which is also popular among foreigners because of the cheap bed and breakfast. It wasn’t only locals that came back to a little hamlet near the border town of Kilis. A couple visiting from the south has also returned. I interviewed them in the hotel at the border. The husband is a mechanic from Bismi in the south-west of Turkey and the wife is a journalist from Antalya in the north. We got a room for only $6, with breakfast included, so it was quite cheap for the couple. They were also able to rent some camper vans. The first stop was the small village of Dersim in the Dersim municipality, on the road between Sukkur and Kilis. The locals knew everything about the town, having been there. The couple saw a shop where people put their old bicycles. Then they went down the mountain road and reached a village called Gunesit (mountain village). The camper vans were rented in Sukkur and Kilis. We didn’t take any maps or GPS so we could get to know the area by seeing and hearing the natives’ language. They were happy to tell us their plans. “We will leave tomorrow,” they said, “and go to the Syrian side.” Then they added an idea: “We are going to stay in Gunesit.” So the next day the couple came back. On the way back they saw the shop-owner and the shopkeeper asked them: “What are you doing down this way?” The couple answered: “We are on our way to Gunesit. Just to see if it is still there”. So the women stayed on their way and the men went to Sukkur. This trip was organized by the Women’s Forum of the Arab Gulf Women’s Association. It is a unique initiative since it organizes such trips in the region by women, from all around the world. According to the Arab Gulf Women’s Federation and Arab Women’s Association, the number of women going on tours is increasing in the region. The Women’s Forum organizes these trips because it has been inspired by the Women Travel World conference in Kuwait in 2007 that was the first time that such trips were organized by women to the Middle East and North Africa. The Women‘s Forum organizes these trips in partnership with UNFPA and with the support from UNICEF, Arab Women’s Association and the Arab Gulf Women’s Federation “to increase the number of visitors from the Arab countries to the region.” UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon says on his blog that some Arab countries have realized that “women travel is a business and that women can make a legitimate contribution to their economies”. One of the Women’s Forum‘s programs is “Women on a Bus Tour”, which starts in the Jordanian city of Amman and takes on an extended route to the north of the Syrian desert. The Women‘s Forum also manages these trips in partnership with the Union of European Travel Agencies in the context of the Arab Travel Initiative for Women. The Arab Gulf Women Travel Foundation started in 2014, “to support and develop sustainable development projects in Arab women who have travelled abroad.“ Their foundation website is www.aht-women-travel.org, which contains several useful projects including “Women on a Bus Tour”, the “Arab Tour of a Lifetime”, and the “Arab Tour of Women and Children“. Women from many Arab countries are doing this trip for humanitarian reasons, to promote equal rights and better living conditions in the region. It was the first time that the Women Forum organized such a trip for women, and the Women Travel World conference in 2007 was the first time that it had been organized by women to the Middle East and North Africa. At the conference in Kuwait, the theme was “Arab Tourism in the Globalized World” and was discussed by such prominent women leaders as Naila Aghdam from Egypt, Hidayah Al-Arabi from Jordan, Nouf El-Hage [more… (think up yourself)] (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: a day trip to Japan with my wife and daughter. We spent the morning in Aomori, the prefectural capital of Miyagi. The town itself is a cluster of narrow streets and buildings with little to do. It is almost like a village, yet it manages to be pretty modern. After leaving the metro station, we were taken on a tour of the town’s many temples and museums. While we only visited three of these museums (most of the others were off-limits), the experiences were worthwhile. The main museum housed the Ainu and Mie-haiko (Miyagi Aoi) region in the Ainu community. The museum was housed in a gorgeous structure and the displays were extensive, as the Ainu have traditionally been focused on the physical aspects of their civilization, rather than the spiritual aspects. The exhibit featured art pieces that demonstrated how the Ainu artists use traditional materials and techniques to create art and art objects that are representative of the Ainu culture. We got out for a taste of the Mie-haiko region. This area was a bit different than the Ainu-area, because the Mie-haiko region relied on agriculture instead of fishing, which is how the Ainu and Mie-haiko people engage with Nature. The region encompasses the city of Hachisu, which is about 15 miles north of the city center of Aomori, and it is very beautiful. The display of traditional rice fields and waterfalls also showcased the lushness and beauty of the country, which was almost like the images shown in one of Miyazaki’s films. They certainly did not show waterfalls or other elements that should be associated with the Japanese countryside, but rather with nature, which is how nature should be described. We finished our tour and had a quick lunch at a restaurant that was located in the Aomori city museum. We did some sightseeing and visited the Aomori Prefectural Museum. This museum was a great addition to the Aomori museum as it is the official museum that houses the Aomori Cultural Affairs Office. It is housed in a magnificent building. However, I do feel as if the display of artifacts is somewhat over-exaggerated due to the fact that many of the exhibits had nothing to do with the Aomori area, but rather covered the city of Aomori in a big way. We also visited a small museum with a “lunch” time at a restaurant that was located inside the museum. We had a lot of fun with this, and it showed that the museum had a lot of support from the locals to make this an enjoyable experience for people of all ages, as well as some serious dedication to showcasing the beauty of each exhibit. I would highly recommend a visit to any of these five museums, but more importantly they all demonstrate that Miyazaki has worked his craft, to create a beautiful and unique world for the people of his creations. We left for a walk on the beach with a view of the Aomori city and Aomori castle. And we could not have been more impressed. The city itself is a quiet and peaceful city with lots of beautiful views of nature while also offering a quick but fun experience for its visitors. There seemed to be less people than there previously was, and the sight of a few young children in the distance made me feel glad we had more room to be alone. The view of the castle was fantastic. Our first view of the castle, although there are many other historical attractions, were great. As expected, we then took the 2-3 miles to the beach to visit the Oiwake Beach Club. The Oiwake Bar and Grill is just a few blocks from where we sat, and it was the closest location to where we had to enjoy the ocean breeze. The beach itself was pretty nice and calm, and offered many different experiences such as sand and waves for both small children to enjoy and the rest of us could enjoy. The Oiwake Beach Club restaurant also offered many tasty options such as sushi and other Japanese food, as well as drinks and light meals. We ended up having to wait almost an hour before finally being seated. We could not have been more pleased, but it certainly does not discourage visitors to visit the Oiwake Beach Club. The next part of the day was to head to the nearby town of Kizugawa to visit the Aomori Museum of War. We walked from the Oiwake Beach Club to the museum, but the museum did not offer a lot of things due to the fact it only houses [more… (think up yourself)] (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: my daydream when I thought I was going to come here! My name is John, I live in a little city on the US/Canada border, and I’m an avid travel blogger with a special travel interest: Japan. This is my second trip to Japan, and this time was my first on a solo, small-group flight. Although I know it sounds weird, I’ve always wanted to visit Japan and it has been a travel obsession of mine since I was a kid. I just knew I was going to return after my second visit, which means I wanted a travel-experience that was completely different from my first. So, when I booked my flight and my first visit to Japan it was a little bit scary. However, at one of our final briefings on my flight I felt much more confident and my anxiety was gone. I did my research, I knew there wasn’t a lot of detail on the web about the customs, how to get there, etc……but, I didn’t feel nervous. I felt at ease that everything was going smoothly, on time, and with my luggage. Just as I was starting to relax, a voice in my head said, “You’re getting on a plane to Japan today, so you have to have something to wear.” So, as you can imagine…..I did a little research, and came up with some great ideas for the first trip to Japan. I’ve read many travel-blogs, including The Lonely Planet, where they have a travel blog for Japan. I’ve been to Japan and I love the country, so the idea of doing something different than the norm seemed perfect. When it comes to being abroad, it’s very much about the routine. I booked my flights to Japan on the 15th of September so I wouldn’t miss out on a week of Tokyo with my wife and 3-year-old son. We left on the 29th and arrived on the 4th of October. We flew to Hiroshima and Kyoto, and then back to Himeji and Osaka. We spent about 5 days in between. I arrived in Tokyo and went to our favorite hotel for the night, Sushi no Mori. My first day my goal was to find a nice casual outfit and get my shoes and luggage ready. Since I knew the days would be pretty busy, I started by picking out what I needed for the first day since I’m a night person, so for that I grabbed some of my favorite accessories….the boots, sandals, a light blazer and a black t-shirt. After picking out my outfit for the day, I started to get my luggage and began to look through it to make sure everyone was on the plane ready. I went back for the small items and started to get my room ready for the next morning. But, when I came back to the bedroom for the small items to be packed, I saw something different — the bed was full!!! I was dumbfounded. I started to panic and told myself, “This is going to be so hard to explain to my wife at dinner tomorrow. “. Luckily, my wife was here, we had been preparing for this all week, and when I got the message about the bed being full, we were all laughing. I immediately said, “OK, we’re done. We’ll just unpack. OK? There’s no rush.” The next morning we came and opened our luggage (I didn’t go to Osaka since I wanted to do a quick overnight in Osaka to make sure everything was packed and everything seemed OK) and said, “We have a problem. The luggage is full.” I was shocked at how this was now the norm and I started to panic, even as I told myself, “Hey, things will be more comfortable in Tokyo,” I immediately started to go through our luggage to figure out on where there was a big hole or a small hole. I didn’t know it would end up like this but I just let myself be the most open person I could possibly be throughout my trip to make sure we’re all ok and this won’t happen again. We arrived in Hiroshima and the first problem I had to figure out was how to get around the city. Since I knew I was going to be spending the majority of my time in Hiroshima, I wanted to go by foot. We went to the only other temple I’ve been to and they basically asked us what kind of a place we wanted to visit and then recommended we go to a temple right away. I asked [more… (think up yourself)] (…)

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Thumbs-up and a friendly smile from a stranger. The beginning of another travel-story: We had just sat down for lunch with the group outside the hotel room of the local guide. We chatted about his travels with his family. “This guy travels in his own car! How’s that?” laughed the traveler. We laughed in return. The two of us were already aware he was not your typical first-time traveler. But the experience still had a certain charm. The two of us discussed the things we had been reading about the day before. Here’s a small taste of that conversation. “How are your trips going? I mean, you have taken a lot of time traveling. Is that what you normally do? What do you do now?” And then he told me about his trip to France, and how wonderful it was. He was going to travel through Normandy, but now he’s back home. In Belgium. After the death of his dad. And then: “Have you ever been to Antwerpen?” I asked, thinking back to my trip there in 2004. “Yeah, I go there every year. I’m a member of an organization there. It’s called the Blue Star Group.” And then: “I heard that a friend of yours did the same thing. I don’t know if it’s true, but his name was Daniel.” Well, that was exciting. Especially as I’m familiar with his blog. “Oh, is he a good traveler?” I asked. And then in his own time, I remembered the other details. “Well, not as good as that friend of yours. I’ve never seen him before, but his blog is really great. People really like his writing. Not sure how that happened. Probably coincidence.” That I will say is a strong reason to travel, if your first-time experience was a success. It’s a beautiful thing to witness, that you’re not alone. I’m traveling to India to hike through the Andaman Sea. It’s been a couple of years now, that I finally feel confident to have an experience without the risk of making mistakes. In the first trip back through Thailand, in 2007, it was easy to have an image but the actual experience was hard in fact! First trips are a learning moment, I think. And what’s the best way to learn and grow? You can also learn from your mistakes, I suppose. I learned in the last couple of years that it’s very easy to have a bad first visit and forget a ton of things, but in the long run you can learn from each mistake and grow from it. I learned that India is a very challenging place and it made me very good at it, and made me more confident in my self-confidence after my most unforgettable Indian adventure. So there’s a couple of things I would like to share with you.

1. I would like to thank the Andaman Sea for inviting me into their community, and that they have been great and friendly hosts in the past. So I’d like to thank their guests without any reservations.
2. I’d also like to thank every Indian who has traveled down this path since I made that trip. And to those who are still living in the same location, who have been waiting for their trip like I have been.

I feel like there’s an element of me that’s missing in most of the rest of the world. But India is a place that welcomes you. They are always here. And in a few years they will be here. My favorite thing to see, in the last couple of years, is that the places were much cooler than I remembered. So not even a summer trip had the same impact as my trip through the Andaman Sea. The Indian culture is really cool. There is a huge influence from the West. The food is great. The food in India is really similar to what we eat in Europe. In France we have a lot of different cuisines, but the Indian food is very different. And this place, though it is more touristy, is actually really authentic because of the Indian influence. So the place is like they really made it. But I would definitely get a new pair for my shoes. So I want to thank each and every Indian traveler. Without you guys I would never have the opportunity to experience India and I’d probably not have the chance to ever get those [more… (think up yourself)]