A ROMANTIC INTERLUDE I overheard in the jungle in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia:
“I’ll never forget the day I saw you swinging through the jungle in your leopard-skin speedos. Oh, you looked so manly.”
“Ah yes, I remember. On that very day I was chasing after Tarzan. I wanted to be his side-kick, so I had to get rid of Cheeta.”
“And when you gave me that bunch of bananas I fell in love.”
“A lovely memory. How about we swing into town and have dinner at a fancy restaurant to celebrate our wedding anniversary.”
“Oh my darling, that would be wonderful. I’m in the mood for satays with lashings of peanut sauce and a couple of banana fritters.”
“Just for a change, I might have the steak, egg and chips.”
“Do we need to wear our Sunday best?”
“Certainly not – it wouldn’t be a wise move for any manager to kick anyone out who wears an expensive fur coat.”
Beautiful Bali, Indonesia, a place full of wonderful, warm and genuine people. Have a look at these lads, both of happy as Larry – both not looking where they are going. People in Bali just love to have their photo taken. Hooray.
Met this lovely man on Sanur beach in Bali, Indonesia, just before sunrise. We had a quick chat. I noticed his body was gaunt, his voice was slow, low and wavering.
Me: “And how are you on such a wonderful day?”
Man: “I’m doing okay…but to tell the truth I’m not doing good.”
Me: “Sorry to hear that. You may get better during the day.”
Man: “No I won’t…I have skin cancer…the worst kind.”
Me: “I’m sorry. That’s a bastard. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Man: “I’ll be fine, thanks. there’s nothing anyone can do.”
Me: “Do you come to the beach every day?”
Man: “When I feel okay…but I’m only here before the sun rises.”
Later, off he goes down to the beach, kneels in the clear cool water and meditates for a while. Then he dips his face in the water for a few moments, lifts it to take a long deep breath, and does it again. He must have done that 12 or 14 times. Then he slowly walked from the water, stood firmly in the sand for about 30 minutes and meditated slowly moving his arms. His actions were purposeful and precise. When he finished we bid our farewells and he was gone. A real nice decent bloke, but very sad.
In Lembongan Island just off Bali, Indonesia, while having a quiet beer and some lunch at magic Mushroom Bay, I cast my eyes to the sky and noticed there was a storm brewing. It was then that I knew I was looking a cloud profile of someone I had seen before. Deep in thought, on the 30 minutes boat trip back to Sanur, I still can’t make up my mind who it is. Hooray, please tell me who it is.
Two wonderfully beautiful people I snapped by the side of the road in the village of Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.
A little bit of light and shade during the afternoon in the magical wonderland they call Antarctica. Yah, sitting at home, you are seeing what I saw. You beauty!
I snapped two wonderful Crabeater Seals on a lump of drift-ice, one of them having a good old belly laugh at the gawking tourists. Naturalists told me there are no crabs in the Antarctic Peninsular, so the seals mainly feast on krill. I suggested to him to take steps to change their name to Krilleater Seals. He agreed.
I bet this penguin I snapped in the Antarctic Peninsular is saying, “One of these days I’m going to climb that mountain.” Yep, that’s my caption for this lovely image. What do you think the penguin is saying? Hooray, you beauty.
The pelican of the day is enough to put a lump in your throat. Snapped this greedy bastard with a beak full of fish flying over the Gold Coast Broadwater. Queensland, Australia.
Pelican of the day turns into the Pelican Angel on top of the Christmas tree. This happened on the Gold Coast (Australia) and somehow I knew one would land on top of that particular tree before the week was out. And it did. Yah, Happy Christmas pelican, you beauty. And a happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy wonderful Christmas to one and all who see my photo page. And of course, I wish you all a safe and prosperous 2017. IN the mean time I’m off to the the Antarctic Peninsular aboard the National Geographic Explorer and across the Drake Passage to snap pictures of icebergs, whales, seals and penguins and to freeze my butt off.