 by far Bhaktapur is much cleaner and maintained in its Culture and tradition.
Every Traveller should at least wander into Bhaktapur to experience the way of the Newari people who are known for their culture, art and tradition.
Sadly that wasn’t the case when I visited 3 months ago. It was exactly as I described.The Casa de las Navajas in Torremolinos is hosting a new exhibition of photographs and artwork by Malaga artist Fran Doblas.
Under the banner of Escape Inwards, the exhibition was initiated during the lockdown, when she invited friends and colleagues to participate in a questionnaire. She also asked them to send a selfie that reflected how they coped with the confinement. The questionnaire was a self-reflection exercise and the artist used this, along with a portrait of the participant, to create a visual collage that represents individual stories in a metaphorical way.
The artists explained that the exhibition, which runs until Sunday 14 February, "brings to mind some very uncertain moments when we did not know what was happening. This has marked us as a society and this project is designed as a reflection towards what we really feel".
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October
1
I
was excited to be catching my flight to Japan to see Sayoko again
& to see Japan. As had happened before several times I was going
somewhere on this trip that I had not originally planned. Japan's
impressive history, culture & unique people all add to the lure
it has for travelers.
Sayoko
& I had hit it off when we met in Brisbane, even though we only
really spent one day together while being the same dorm room for 3
days. We traveled together in Australia in the West & North for
about 6 weeks. Towards the end of the trip she had extended the offer
for me to come to Japan while she was home. She was going back for
2 weddings her friends were having between October 1 until October
23, then she was off to New Zealand. That worked out in my "schedule"
because I had already became a divemaster, plus logged 100 dives.
When I got back from Japan to Thailand I was going to be able to do
my IDC (Instructor Development Program). It also worked out as a nice
break between all the learning. Sometimes you need a vacation from
your vacation :)
I
knew that it would be a different experience from anything I had seen
to this point. I also knew that things were going to be expensive,
as Japan has the 2 most expensive cities in the world & I would
be staying near one of them. It cost me about $150 for staying the
2 nights in Kyoto hotel that Sayoko had reserved, which she said that
was even a good deal. The thing that was to my distinct advantage
was that I would be staying with Sayoko's parents for the rest of
the time I was there which saved me tons of money. As it turned out
Japan would be very cheap for me compared to what I had thought.
The
trip to Japan itself did not start out on a high note as my flight
was not going to be directly to Osaka as I had been originally told.
I had to go to Manilla in the Philippines before getting the connecting
flight to Osaka. This made me late as I was originally going to be
there just a little before Sayoko, but this meant I would be there
about 3 hours later. I was able to send her a quick e-mail but I could
not let her know otherwise. So her & her family, who had met her
earlier, had to wait for me. Not the best way to start. The flights
were pretty non-eventful, the one thing I noticed was that I was one
of very few western people on the flight, it was mostly Japanese people.
You would say this makes sense since the flight is going to Japan,
but most of the other countries I went to had a good mix of nationalities.
The flights were on Thai International so they were really nice &
we had movies, plus food. The only thing that made me a little mad
was that they waited so far into the flight to start the movie, that
it cut off the last 15 minutes of Batman Begins. I don't understand
why they do that, but I did get to see the rest of it on another flight.
With time allowed during the flights I read about Japan in the Lonely
Planet I had gotten a few days before & spent time studying materials
I had brought for my idc.
Once
you touch down in Japan you start to realize things will be different
here. It is hard to explain but it has this sterile movie like feel.
It is as if it is all too clean & people look so similar (meaning
hair color, eye color & height). As is customary I had filled
out the customs card which means entering the country I had came from.
I am not sure if it was because I had came from Thailand or because
I was the only Caucasian coming through customs, but I was selected
for a FULL search. They pulled me aside to a separate room got an
extra agent (which took a little bit) & went through everything.
I mean they opened all the containers & smelled everything I had.
They were fairly friendly & in a way it seemed like they just
want to see what I had in my bag. I had all my prescription medicines
with me which they gave a second look at, but I was able to explain
that easily. I have to think I was in this room for at least 30 minutes
because after taking everything out of the bags I had to put it all
back in. I was lucky because my bag was not that full. Nick had been
nice enough to allow me to leave a large amount of my belongings at
his apartment before departing.
After
that I met Sayoko & her parents outside the airport. They had
been a little worried about me at first because I was to be there
before Sayoko. But after about an hour Sayoko checked her e-mail to
see that I was still a few hours away. So her & her family were
able to get some supper & talk a little about her trip. It was
interesting meeting her family in the respect of how formal it was,
all handshakes. If nothing else I have learned that when in a new
country the best way to understand what is expected is to watch people
from that country. A good example of this is when I first saw Sayoko
at the airport. We were both very excited to see each other, but we
just shook hands as it was the only acceptable greeting in front of
her family. So that was how I greeted the rest of her family as well.
After saying our hellos we quickly went to the train station information
desk, but I was not able to get the Japan Rail Pass as I had hoped.
It was required that you bought it before getting to Japan, but I
was not able to find a place to get it in Bangkok. So that would have
made it very expensive to go to see Bassy (my diving friend from Koh
Phi Phi) in Yokohama, so I decided