The beauty of stepping into a cabin, and being transported to another world is one many of us take for granted but I never have. Be it a 32 hour bumpy bus ride, 24 hours layover in a station sleeping rough, or a non-stop flight to the other side of the world.
Many inflight meals later, you wake up in place that you feel like you've been before, save the smells and sounds.
The road ahead.
I'd like to thank Qantas for the great aid they provided when I fainted in the aisle enroute to Singapore. Snowtown will do that to me. I'll get around to watching the end of it, but not 30,000 feet up in a cramped cabin and after a few reds.
My first big adventure was over 10 years ago and through South America. I took a basic standard 35mm point-and-shoot camera, sent infrequent group emails to friends which the highlight for them included the tale of being mugged at gunpoint and being subdued with mace. Sparse internet access that was $5 for 15 minutes at 56k. I can remember developing, scanning and emailing a batch of photos from South America and post them on my geocities site which was something like geocities.com/explorer/vault/green/012998/andywhite_77/index.html
At the time I wondered how travel must have been 20 years prior, with the tourist trail less beaten, the prevelance of the english language almost non-existent. I continue to marvel at being able to share images that have been take mere minutes and hours ago. In contrast to Ecuador - this should be very smooth sailing.
For the photographers amongst you my weapon of choice is the Nikon D700. Most of the first batch below are shot using a Nikon 17-35mm f2.8. Today I'll stick with ol faithful - the 50mm f1.4. I've got an 85mm 1.8 also in the bag, remote trigger, 2 x 8gb cards, mini tripod and 2 batteries.