HEY, I'M EVÓRA!
攝影・旅行故事 part. I
Hello! This is my first blog entry ever. In my life, I never imagined that I would write an article as I am not a good talker. I have been holding my pen for several hours, not knowing how to start. Finally, I give up on writing a professional-looking article – I no longer want to care what it looks like. Instead, I will tell you my true story. I want to share with you my travel experiences and photography tips, and I hope it will inspire someone out there.
Pack light, stay simple!
On my photography travels overseas, I always take only one camera bag along. What’s inside? One camera (of course!), rolls of film, a cell phone and battery pack. Nothing more. No extra t-shirt, no grooming tools. I accept my disheveled and dirty appearance throughout my trip. Some may say, “You can leave your baggage in the hotel, what’s your concern?” What I bear in mind is: do not expect to always be able to return to your hotel.
In the undeveloped countries that I travel to, knowing a hotel address may not be as useful as you expect. In some countries, such as India, most people are illiterate. Even if you give clear directions with an extra description of the location and its surroundings, you can still arrive at the wrong place. There is no one to blame; it is just the way things are.
This practical reason aside, I also do not want to have the overbearing worry of where and how far away from the hotel I am .when the skies are darkening. Free of these constraints, I roam freely. When I reach a beautiful location and the sun is getting ready to set, there is no need to rush for fear of being caught in the dark and having no transportation back. I spare no thought for such needless burdens.
When you reach that place – the right place – take time and absorb your surroundings. It is such a pity to be so focused on taking photographs that you let the fleeting moments pass by. A hotel is just where you sleep, not a habitat that you must return to. ( Mostly, I stay at hostels, but we will say hotel )
Another extra note on this, if you take too much baggage with you, you expose yourself as a target for local muggers and place yourself in danger!
During my travels in Morocco, a man approached me in a small underpass, asking for money. When I repeatedly told him that I had none, he flashed a glinting razor blade at me and growled, “Your money or your life”. At that moment, I was so nervous. I knew it was far too late to run. Fortunately, an old man showed up out of nowhere and yelled at the guys who were threatening me. Taking the opportunity, I ran as fast as I could, escaping the men and the threatening situation.
I had no worries, but my own personal safety. I had few belongings and this allowed me to escape quickly. I was exhausted, but I didn’t leave my carrier behind. I fled with my person and my possessions intact.