Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Iceland: Black Sands

Part of Travelogues of Iceland - the fourth day. Weather: Precipitation in the morning, drizzles.

Approaching Storm

Vík í Mýrdal, the village of Vík.

Waking up inside the dream-like Vellir guest house, which we had it to ourselves, we felt so reluctant to leave this lovely hut. As winter only has very short day time, we finished up our groceries by having a full and filling breakfast. It was almost 9am, and the light we longed for was still absent. We didn't feel like leaving this lovely hut. why we can only get to stay here for 2 nights? Why we were not there in the summer!? As a photographer, the winter was a great challenge in taking good photos.

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Drizzling morning, not a good sign. Our rented car, was frozen... =.=

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We hadn't got enough time, we had to move on. We went to return our keys, and set off for the Black Beach. The Black Beach, another remarkable landscape exclusive to Iceland, I believe.

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While on our way there, finally we saw the legendary Icelandic horses, almost immobile and making minimum motion. There was no picturesque scenery like what I saw in the pictures, horses running amidst the green green field with emerald mountains in the background. Still, one of my wishes granted! I couldn't resist the temptation to stop and went forward to caress them, and the horses were welcoming our gestures.

Icelandic Horses, Winter

Did they feel cold in this open air? I didn't see them trembling.

Do they feel cold?

Moving on to our spotlight of the day, the Black sands, along with roaring sea. Wild and stormy. Wind blades were slicing our faces when we opened the door of our car. But we were excited, Iceland had not stopped giving us surprises.

The Cliff

Even stop anywhere in the middle of the road, was sceneries that could leave us gasping for breaths, how Iceland had been so artistically crafted by the hands of Nature!

We reached the destination finally... and we were the only car there. No other tourist, not even local. Well, I know Iceland has a very low population density.

Flying Birds

We thought there wouldn't be any life here except us. The calls of the birds reminded us that we were not really alone.

Then the roaring sea... and the wind so strong, that we might be blown away like kites.

Roaring Waves

Roaring waves, encore

Camera lens getting misty as the drizzles hit on me. Had to RUN when the waves were coming in!!

Sun was at the Horizon, noon

People like us, from the countries of equator, will not be able to imagine that this was actually taken around noon...

Beach of Vik

Lone Rock

In the distant, Reynisdrangar, the trolls that were caught outside in the sea, the mythical seastacks stood there. (Behind BS's butt, haha)

Black Sands and Wind of Vik

We missed the sights of Dyrhólaey (rocks with a hole in middle). Actually I think I captured the photo of Dyrhólaey, but I didn't actually notice it.

Basalts cliffs which has really interesting patterns. I didn't see the one where we could climb up and take pictures, Hmm...

Basalt Cliffs

Alchemy

Then, we set out again to continue our journey, waving goodbyes to the sands, towards the city of Reykjavik.

Iceland Trio

to be continued.

Friday, March 12, 2010

the old town

Olivia in Cheongsam

Argh, time really flies! These photos are already more than 1 month old!

眼前一亮

We have to try new things soon. Else... 又是她? 哈哈。

Friends

Photos taken in the new branch of Old Town Kopitiam in Seremban.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

大年初一的渔村 Fishing Village

Ships

Some interesting stories about Sitiawan, my dad's childhood place:

Once, there were two elephants who refused to leave each other as one of them got stuck in the muddy river and eventually both were perished in the rising water. The locals named this place "Setia Kawan" which means "loyal friend" to praise the elephant who refused to leave. Over time, this name became the Sitiawan known by us today.

In early 1900s, Chinese from the dialects of Kutian, Hockchiu, Hockcheng and Henghua which are collectively known as Fuzhou were settled in the area, including my great grandparents. Today, the Fuzhou people around Malaysia, including my father, traces their root back to Sitiawan.

Floating Hut

Kampung Bahru, 新甘光 is a fishing village not far from my grandparents' house. It's a daily routine that grandpa will go to the only Chinese kopitiam in the main street of the village. I remember every year, he will ask us, his grandchildren to go to the street to have morning tea with his fellow kampung buddies. As I am always the earliest to wake up among all the grandchildren, naturally he asked me to go along with him. Albeit a bit reluctant, I followed grandpa, sitting on the backseat of his motorcycle, letting the hot wind whipped my face in the 34 deg Celcius heat.

Flow of Longkang Water.

每天清晨,新甘光沿岸都有一群人聚集。原來顧客們在海番經營的魚檔挑選著活海鮮。這裡原是個小漁村,奎龍處處,漁舟點點,還有一排排浮腳屋,是它昔日的面貌。

I always get to eat the fresh fishes from the market, according to dad. I understand that dad takes pride in himself as someone who grew up eating fresh seafood and had interesting childhood memories.

Morning Crowd

And I saw racial harmony, sincere and true.

Those were the days

The old and faded posters reminded me of how much I like soft drinks, especially from F&N when I was still young. This no longer applies to me now.

Continue to explore the street, I found that there were so many different forms of life beneath the piers.

those tiny organisms

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As well as some dead horseshoe crabs, which are precious and well known for their blue blood!

Horseshoe Crab

That is why, I actually look forward to go back to Sitiawan every Chinese new year.

Read.
http://www.world66.com/asia/southeastasia/malaysia/sitiawan

All photos shot on a Sony Ericsson K770i.