I’m just going to throw it out there that it’s way easier, thanks to gender stereotypes, to be a young woman writing a post about taking pictures of children, and not feel particularly creepy about it.
Hong Kong surprised me, which shouldn’t really come as a surprise, because I hadn’t read much about it before arriving.
Spoiler Alert: I’m in love. Here comes the backstory. Skip to the photos and I won’t blame you.
There was a time not too long ago that I took a 41-hour train from Kunming, Yunnan Province to Lanzhou, Gansu Province, China. I was in hard seat class, which is short on arm rests but long on humanity (600 words).
Most of what I’ve written to date about a brief stint living on a boat in the Philippines (here, and here) has focused on pictures and stories from within those 30-odd feet that kept us only slightly separated from the ocean below.
The thing is, although living within Danica’s confined quarters was an adventure and sight unto itself, we spent the vast majority and perhaps the most enjoyable of our moments looking out and away from the boat. Because there wasn’t a closed cabin, day and night we were afforded 360 degree viewing of our surroundings, which changed daily whether or not we changed location.