In the saturated blue sky of a Malaysian neighborhood that borders the jungle, at a time when monkeys and orioles start to prepare to go to bed, it is almost […]
If I had to paint the couple of days spent in Tainan at the end of January, I would use a red suffused with light , not fading but almost […]
After this little break, it is time to change air for a while, and what air ! I am thinking again of the thin, pure, crispy , cutting air of […]
This week I will wander through some old pictures of Orissan temples, an easy weekend stroll to please the eyes, without much talk, just a brief introduction. The Orissan temples […]
I have to say that I am not particularly fond of princesses, either the real ones or the metaphorically-speaking ones, yet I found another story that is worth telling. So […]
When you look at the temples you hardly notice them, but then the stories unfold endlessly. They are born in that same matteras the earth below and the countryside is made of.
The temples are perennially lively thanks to their terracotta images, their floral designs and the red color almost mirror the surrounding countryside with its lush vines and ponds and trees .
how different is the concept of beautiful and I had just crossed a couple of continents to get there and it made sense that it was attracting and alienating at the same time: yes attracting, it was but still could not tell why. I felt had to cross a gap. As much as I had to give in the very sense of intensity in smells, heat, noises and colors that was around me: everything was a riotous colorful and anarchic world to my sense (and who knows how much of these those crowded gopurams remind to the freshly arrived foreigner)
After the brief spell of heat, the rain starts again and we rush under the shophouses five foot galleries. In Jalan Brunei we turn around and the four cafés on the four angles are all swarming with people, some eating, some looking around and some chattering. It may be the rain but it feels that people love to come back to Pudu.
After our first entrance into the Hindu temple beginnings and how it developed, it is inevitable to start to talk about the Negara temple type and the Dravida (southern) Temple […]
Recently I was at the Islamic Museum of Arts here in Kuala Lumpur. There was an example of carved window screen from India and I thought of the lovely ones […]
instead of understanding and getting disoriented by changing your standards, your assumptions, a lot of the travel business today seems to be about selling cheap emotions about dirt and grubbiness. I suppose it is a much more bankable thing to do and easier to have your friends back home to wide open their eyes at.
After our brief introduction to the Hindu Temple and how it began, it is time to stride fast into the following years to see how the Temple evolved and possibly […]
Travel is understanding the world: interpreting is traveling, again and further , to loved places.
One gets dazzled, attracted, happily disoriented in a riot of beauty, art and incense aroused feelings over slippery butter on the ground. What a great experience and yet I felt there was more: since I started to travel I started to understand what I was seeing. I feel that one has words to describe things, those things become more enjoyable more valuable. I decided to talk about the little I learned over the year, from this point of view that I have now.
Time is easy to fly : it is nice to float on this light, sit down for a dhal and naan or an ice kacang, leave the rush to tomorrow, business is done for today. And yet anytime soon those big high rises could step forward and crash these little specks of the past and bring us all into the dull uniformity of tomorrow.
The monk says he is worried: when the new road is finished, more chinese tourists will come and start to chase the wildlife away. He then looks over the river expanse and points at a hill slowly descending to the water; he says that is the abode (Paradise) of Sakyamuni, you can tell because the hill has the shape of the trunk of an elephant, bending over to drink (the white elephant is one of Buddha’s symbols). Paradise and earth are in the same physical place according to Mahayana Buddhism, it is just about recognizing the signs, about learning to look. In Tibet, shamanism and traditional closeness to nature has let Mahayana Buddhism to settle roots very stably: every corner of this world can be magic if you can look with the right eyes, every leaf reflecting sunlight, every crease on the water and in this fabled little island it all feels very real to us.