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Countdown

We are now in the final stages of a multiple countdown, the three main features of which being a trip (ours) to the antipodes, an interview (hers) with the foreign powers that be, and the launch of the (read « thee ») new-born web site (mine). The former is due in a few weeks, the latter might conclude as soon as this week-end, depending on how little sleep I get and how many bugs I manage to squash on my way there. And the middle one, more formidable still than its peers, will happen in between.

For the web site, a new domain has been registered, files are flying back and forth, settings are duplicated, the database soon will be transferred. Well no, in fact I hope to leave it as is, since I haven’t changed hosts. As soon as I can configure my silly ftp program to stop changing the capital letters in file names, I’ll be on my way to success.

As far as the trip goes, more about it later. Incredible generosity, much luck, hard work and sacrifices were involved into making it happen. Some extraordinary ideas are emerging and will be worth looking into.To be continued.

Of the third feature, I shall not say much, not wanting to jinx it. Let’s just admit fingers are crossed very hard, the odds are in our favor and it’s looking pretty good!

 

2008-11-21 12:29 • Posted in Bits and pieces: & Web site news:

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Pictures from the road

There’s something to be said for road trips - small adventures within a larger one, little lives of their own, precious and forever remembered like each kiss of a love story. They are my favorite way to travel. I enjoy the absolute freedom, bordering anarchy, the long, cozy hours at the wheel, rocked gently by the rhythm of speed and hypnotized by the flickering of passing poles and changing scenery. I crave the symbiotic relationship established with the road, becoming part of the landscape, playing an active role in the moment, scanning far ahead for hidden danger, exchanging courtesies with other drivers. I long the humming of the wind and the courageous purring of the engine, and a radio sometimes, playing nostalgic melodies as asphalt stretches back and forth to infinity. I miss the curious and enthusiastic conversations and the silences that follow, as one searches inside for echoes to what the eyes perceive and the mind instantly transforms. And then there are the stops. Like as many camp nights on an Everest ascent, like a ship’s layovers on strange islands, they become a time to reflect and explore and try to understand differences, and draw parallels. They are the calm before the storm, or they might be the storm itself. A chance to exercise sore muscles, and unpack, and establish a very temporary residence. A challenge to unfold an immaterial white flag and approach indigenous populations. Stopping means having time to breathe deep, listening closer for the heartbeat of a community, for the sounds of a different life, for the murmurs of nature. It’s becoming an ambassador and at times engaging in duels. Everything in a road trip revolves around discovery, of one’s self if nothing else. And just as we never come out of such an ordeal unchanged, we end up leaving little bits of our own heart behind, minuscule invisible footprints that forever contribute to the spirit of a place. The question is: our those footprints as beautiful as they can be?

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2008-03-02 10:50 • Posted in Always: & On the road: & Photoblogs: & South Africa:

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