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Friday, April 15, 2011

Lazy in G Town

Old school asian grit. Pre millennium standards all over the place, guys probably way younger than me looks and behaves like little uncles and/or pimps straight out from the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s B-movies. A motley crew of Chinese, Indians, Malay dominates the streets, few westerners. Sorry if offending you people from Penang city/Georgetown who reads this, but the standard action movie Cut-throat "look" lingers in my mind when I will describe my first (!) impression of my fellow street minglers here. Second look and I can say that I had nothing but friendliness and politeness in my way as the days rolled on. Dress code-wise I see people (men) over here having the same taste as my dad did (memories imprinted from the burned family album…long story) when back in the mid 70's. Pretty funky, I saw a pair of heavily permed Chinese ladies in tight leopard dresses dancing some kind of synchronized Mao-ballet to a guy on synthesizer doing country&western hits (Kenny Rodgers is big here, he even have restaurant chain here), all while some western backpackers and Indian families were cheering them on…on a Tuesday night, where else do you see that kind of stuff nowadays…in a restaurant serving noodle soup!?

Dirty, worn, unkempt and just plain old are the words that comes to mind after a long day tramping the streets in this multi-cultural, history-ridden island in North western Malaysia, not far from the Thai border. I Love It! What a nice break from life in Southern Thailand.

The view most Malaysian want the rest of the world to have of the nation with it’s F1 pride and oil money bringing in style and “western” standard couldn’t be further from it here in Georgetown. Change seems to be a thing that is not welcome with the same open arms you see in many other South East Asian cities in the region. You still have the old barefoot rickshaw guys pulling their load, the old ladies swapping gossip on the streets in front of their family business/homes, most adult men just doing the good old kafe hang-out all day and it doesn’t look to me like they have the need or will to bother with anything else either. Should menation it is a UNESCO world heritage site.
The images below is from the 5 days I recently spent in the city. It has been a while since I traveled like this and as always, the camera just makes it worthwhile and for me gives the whole idea of exploring a purpose…I need a purpose. I have never been a people person in photography (many of you might not know this, but people in general kinda bothers me in a way) and the street photography I was drawn towards was just the plain details and building/architecture that carries so much history and culture within, just scenes from the street that caught my attention. I can not describe why I in photography rather keep “people” out of the picture. Some people are cool, but never as cool as a forgotten, well balanced, well lit concrete wall in need of whitewash.
I just read a book where one of the characters mention that a city as well as a person can and should be described with one word. The word for Penang is “Past” (as opposite to future), and I hope it stays that way. The word I would like for me is still “Curious” with a giant Q, I hope it stays that way too.    





























































About 20 years ago I traveled trough S.E.A with a buddy for the first time. I remember all the bedbug ridden little shitholes we stayed in as well as my friends on-the-wrong-side-of-the-road near death encounter on a rented moped just outside the city of Georgetown. Now being able to explore the place once again with older but even more open eyes I can see a place I have somewhat erase from my memory. Just like a ghost sliding through the everyday, with a small camera you will go on unnoticed and with a steady phase no one has the time to pay you any attention, smooth. You could argue that places change and they do, but I have the feeling/hope that Georgetown is not one of those. 




P.S All shot with Canon G9






Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Borneo - Prisoner in Paradise

Like that song/album title from hair metal band Europe back in the early 90's. Being a "Prisoner in paradise" isn't the worst that could happen, but it makes you wonder. Safe and cared for becomes boring, slack and pampered. Anyways, got this chance to freeload a 2 night/3 day deal at the Shangri-La's Rasa Ria Resort just north of Borneos Kota Kinabalu city. We were party crashing on wealthy Aussies and Europeans, slacking poolside with the surf slapping lazy on the almost empty beach just nearby. Buffe breakfast on bluecheese, poached eggs and fat pastry after a well slept night on dune pillows in a just perfect airconditioned room with a sea view. This was my first visit to Borneo and I could never have thought it would be like this one. One of my many "un-traveled" travel plans in life is to climb Mt.Kinabalu (South East Asias highest peak) and maybe doing a serious jungle walkabout in former headhunting territory, livin it rough with my Canons, a return airline ticket hidden in the waterproof ziplock. Maybe next time.
































Had also the chance to support the upbringing of some of the true locals by checking out these orangutangs being taught how to survive solo in their future jungle "home". These guys were as pampered as the hotels guests and how they will make it out there on their own only time will tell. Between 6-10 years the forest ranger informed, can see why! Me for one, somewhat liked the 2 nights wrapped up in luxury, but feel way more relaxed in the small and cozy Hutton Lodge (a hostel/guesthouse) in Georgetown/ Malaysia were I am writing this.




This is how happy someone got after getting a somewhat confirmed recognition of existence from one of the apes.



Some "better" shots of the Boreno "Orang Huan" (forest person).