I need some fresh ideas before I can continue with this blog. My other blogs will be active but I don’t yet know what is the fate of this travel blog. Maybe it’s time for what we Finns call a neuvoa-antava? (Turkish version in the photo).
Literally in Finnish that means something that gives you an advice but it is more often used when a group of people are undecided about something and somebody suggests that they should go to a bar for a neuvoa-antava to think it over. A neuvoa-antava can be consulted even if your decision is small – or you just want to have a beer.
The photo was taken at Istanbul airport while I was waiting for my connecting flight.
It happened up there on August 9th, 1945.The bomb was detonated in the air to cause maximum damage.
Three days after Hiroshima, it was the time for the next atomic bomb. Had the weather been different, Kokura would be a world famous city but clouds and smoke meant that the bomb was delivered to a secondary target – Nagasaki.
When I arrived to the Nagasaki Atomic Bomb Museum, there were also several very loud Japanese school groups going in. I was not very interested at visiting such an important place with these screaming teenagers but since new groups were arriving all the time, I had no choise but to go in myself.
The items on display where slightly rougher than the ones in similar museum in Hiroshima but I really don’t know how you could make a museum about atomic bomb without photos of injured or dead people. It would be like Olympics without athletes. Destroyed buildings, stopped watches or melted bottles are minor things compared to the human suffering.
After a few rooms I realized that the noisy kids didn’t say a word. Not a word. There are not many things in this world, especially not many museums, that can do that to a group of teenagers. The only thing I heard was the sigh of a girl who was watching a screen that showed photos of atomic bomb victims. Every time the photo changed, she gasped.
Same man, same place. Earlier a prisoner, today a tourist guide at notorious Robben Island where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned 1964-1982.
Sama mies, sama paikka. Ennen vanki ja tänään opas Robben Islandin entisellä vankilasaarella, jossa Nelson Mandelaa pidettiin vangittuna 1964-1982.
132. Valokuvatorstaissa aiheena “Ennen – nyt.”
128. valokuvatorstaissa aiheena saapuminen.
Published January 20, 2009
South Africa , Travel Photographs , Travel Stories , United States of America
Tags: Barack Obama, George W. Bush, Johannesburg, President of United States of America, South Africa, United States, USA
No, this is way too small.
For a long time there hasn’t been as much hope as today. Not because Barack Obama is the new U.S President but because George W. Bush is finally an ex-president. His administration did things that we’ve used to hear from banana republics but not from a country that calls itself as the leader of the free world. A more responsible U.S will mean a safer U.S and a safer world.
The photo was taken in Johannesburg, South Africa through a car window when we were stopped by a robot. The robot was not used in the war against terrorism but thats the word South Africans use for traffic lights.
Published January 8, 2009
Australia , Travel Photographs , Travel Stories
Tags: aboriginal, Australia, ayers rock, desert, red, rock, tourist attraction, travel, uluru, uluru climb controversy
Uluru is big, a lot bigger than it looks. If you want to walk around it, you'll need a water bottle even if it isn't hot.
When I told an Australian that I was going to travel by land across Australia from Adelaide to Darwin, he was amazed: “Wow! You are going to see so much nothing!” This giant rock is in the middle of nothing at the center of the red continent. Several days on the beautiful Australian desert dirt tracks had turned our white Landcruiser red long before we arrived to Uluru. Other tourists came to take photos of us while we sat on the roof of our car and watched the setting sun.
Uluru, also known as Ayers Rock, is a sacred place for local aboriginals. They ask you not to take photographs of certain parts of the rock and that you don’t climb the rock. Both are requests that most westerners would follow in a church. Climbing is controversial as that is what many tourists expect to do there and you need a ticket to do the climb. If they sell tickets, it should be ok? Yes? No? Maybe? Too complicated, see the article at the end of the post. I decided not to climb.
At times it is unbelievable how the existence of certain groups of people is ignored. I once saw a documentary about Australia that was made probably during the late 1990′s. A guy was explaining that Sir CantRememberHisName was the first man to see the sight that was in the background. But how had he found the place? He had heard about it from the aboriginals.