Broken down in Bhutan

This story is made up from memory, a journal entry and a few notes from a recent little adventure. 

The plan was this. Take a bus on Friday morning from where we live in Rangjung, stay over in Bhumtang on the first night, and arrive in Punakha early Saturday afternoon.  Pretty straight forward.

Gear check photo before I left

Preparation for my trip to photograph the Bhutan International Marathon started a few days before. 

The town was preparing for the up and coming Losar (Tibetan/Chinese New Year) and there was a sense of anticipation in the air. I was on my way home from walking Megan to school and planning to purchase my bus ticket when I was met by a man in town who started chatting to me asking if I was new to the area.  Tashi Namgyal and I stood in the street and chatted about photography and when he used to work as a photo journalist for almost an hour. Tashi is currently a writer and researcher for the Dungse Garab Rinpoche’s autobiography. Read more about the Rinpoche here. About two hours later we were joined by two of his friends and were still chatting over Maggi Noodles, Bhutan’s ‘Fast Food’, and tea in a local restaurant. I mentioned that I needed to get my bus ticket sorted out and they seemed a little concerned as with the new year celebrations approaching. I might have left the booking too late. Sure enough, when they took me to the little shop that sells the bus tickets Pejor Kuenley (one of Tashi’s friends I had just met) came out and informed me that the tickets have already been sold out. The bus was full. I still don’t know what Pejor said to the shop keeper but a few minutes later he came outside letting me know that a ticket has become available! Fantastic! Pejor, you legend!

Tashi, me, Penjor and Tsheltrim visiting Penjor's family for New Years eve the day before I left

Friday 5:30am

I was sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive ready for my two day journey to Punakha. According to my ticket the bus would depart at 6am. There is a concept here called “Bhutanese Time” and sure enough the bus arrived on time at 7:00am. After packing everyones luggage on top of the bus we were on our way. 

Friday 20-02-2015: Almost a year since my previous journal entry. 

It’s 11:05 and I’m on a bus driving through the windy roads in the Himalayan Kingdom of Bhutan on my way to photograph a marathon. I can’t believe this is my life now. There is a monk sitting next to me and he is dozing off on my shoulder every now and then. Handwriting is crap due to the roads out here. My bus driver is a short man and often needs to stand up on the break pedal in order to push it down far enough . He is on his cellphone using his free hand and his elbow to navigate the bus around the sharp corners along the side of the mountain pass. They should really put barriers on these roads. He hoots (‘honks’ for all you non South African’s) when approaching a corner to warn possible on coming traffic. The road is too narrow for two cars to pass each other so when that needs to happen one car will pull over to the side allowing the other to drive past. The hooter sounds like it is inside the bus. Each hoot makes my eyes blink and my neck twitch. His teeth and lips are read with the Doma he chews. I think it keeps him focused, almost like drinking a couple of Red Bulls. The bus feels a lot more ‘used’ than the one we arrived on when all the teachers got dropped off at their placements. Oh well, onward on upward!

The bus pulled over in a village and the driver yelled the words “Breakfast!” with a little laugh behind it.  Three monks, two small children and the rest of the local passengers left the bus to walk down to the restaurant. Feeling confused is something I’m getting used to here. This is the first time I’m traveling without someone constantly explaining what is going on, what to do and how things work.  After a quick stretch I walked down to the restaurant and everyone seemed to be just standing around and not really doing anything. I sort of walked in and looked inside. Everyone looked at me looking confused. Hmm… what am I meant to be doing? No idea. I’ll just stand here looking awkward for a while. 

A hand holding a plate of food suddenly appeared through a small square hole in the wall and people started collecting food. Oh okay, that’s how this works. I wasn't really hungry but I could do with a cup of tea.  I walked to the hole in the wall, looked inside and asked the lady for Ja (tea in Dzongkha). They laughed and I got some tea. I returned to the hole for a second cup, handed my mug back and asked for more tea. The lady looked very confused and pointed back inside the restaurant. I repeated what I had said and again she pointed back inside. I had no idea what was going on. I looked over at some of the passengers with another look of confusion and asked what she meant. Then I remembered that no one spoke any English. I tried asking for tea once again.  The woman and the passengers exchanged a few words, everyone laughed again and I got my mug refilled. 

We headed through the next main town, Mongar, and started the fantastic ascent of Thrumshingla Pass. When driving from Eastern Bhutan you drop down to an altitude of 650m before starting the climb to reach 3800m. The ever changing vegetation is incredible to see. Farmlands, semi-tropical orange producing valleys, alpine forests. This is Bhutan’s second highest pass.

 “Lunch” the bus driver yelled again as we pulled over. It was 17:15. We had been driving a lot slower than I expected and we were far from where we should have been. We were meant to be in Bhumtang at 20:00 and that was still 5 hours away. Oh well. Running a bit late I guess. I looked down at my watch - 3000m altitude. It was a lot cooler than the last time I got outside the bus. 

The restaurant we ate lunch at

This time I felt a bit more confident about what do to at the restaurant.  I walked inside waited for the food to be passed out the hole, got my food and ate. Rice, Kewa Datsi (potatoes with chillies and cheese), Dhal and tea. 

Back on the road things started getting significantly colder. Snow started to appear on the side of the road and the clouds got thicker. The bus also seemed to be driving a lot slower.

Friday 18:00

Fumes start filling the bus. We are close to the top of the pass at about 3600m now. The driver has pulled over and everyone gets off the bus for a toilet break. No one seems worried and a few people started helping the driver sort out the problem. One hour later and we’re still here. It’s getting dark now and I’m walking around taking photographs of the events unfolding. I met Dorji Gyeltshen while standing outside and he is able to speak English which is great. 

Friday 20:30

We are called back to the bus. It is pitch dark now and really cold. We start off and things don’t look good. There are more fumes in the bus than ever before and it’s going along at a snails pace.  Surely we can’t carry on like this? About an hour later we reached the top of the pass. It was a bit of a catch 22 - stick your head outside the window and freeze your face off or sit inside a bus full of exhaust fumes. I chose the cold. I had a beanie and hoody on my head with my buff covering my face. With my head out of the window I was freezing. We were still about three hours away from Bhumtang. I was wondering if I could handle this the rest of the trip. To my relief we pulled over again about 1km after the top of the pass. Everyone go out and started gathering firewood to make a fire. I asked Dorji what was going on and he said that the bus driver was going to try and fix the problem properly and that it may take a while. They made the fire so we could keep warm until then. The driver was working with a torch is his mouth so I offered him my headlamp to make things easier for him. “Thank you, sir!” he said smiling. 

If you travel to Bhutan as a tourist you have to join a guided tour. It’s not possible to travel around as you please. Dorji asked where my guide was. I explained that because we work in Bhutan we do not need a guide and was met with an humbling response, “That’s great! Now you can have a real adventure and experience the real Bhutan”.  We are extremely privileged to be experiencing this country the way that we are!

Dorji and I

Everyone sat around the fire for the next few hours with the bus driver and a few guys helping him in the bus. I noticed after a while that the lights in the bus were off.  Eventually I asked Dorji if he knew what was going on. He said that the bus driver probably got tired and went to sleep. As a westerner I seem to struggle with this concept. We always seem to want to know what is going on. The bus pulls over…Why? What’s happened? How long are we here for? When are we leaving? Etc.  Everyone here just seemed content with whatever was happening and didn't seem to question it. They just started sorting things out and made the fire, went with the flow. 

There was a lot of laughing around the fire. Two of the monks seemed to be causing most of it. They’d say something and everyone would crack up laughing. I found myself laughing too just because everyone else was. Even though I had no clue what anyone was saying. One time Dorji told me they were talking about my “tea incident” at breakfast. That also caused a lot of laughing although I still have no idea why. 

Saturday 00:00

Two women appeared out of the darkness carrying two large pots of tea. It was the best tea I have ever had. I’m sure it was due to the fact of the freezing situation I was in. There is something about drinking a hot beverage that just makes you feel like everything is going to be okay . The women lived just up the hill, heard about us being stranded and decided to bring us some tea. They had also come to tell me that they had a place for me to sleep inside their house. Dorji told me that I should go with them and I would be much more comfortable. Unfortunately this was something I would never agree to. As a foreigner, people here go out of their way to make you feel comfortable. I really don’t like the special treatment and would much rather be treated the same as everyone else - we are all in the same situation so why should I get special treatment just because I’m a foreigner? It was a very kind gesture but I respectfully said that I would much rather be with everyone else. They seemed a bit confused that I didn’t want to go but finally seemed to laugh a bit and repeated what I said in English “It’s okay, I want to stay” . 

It was too cold to be away from the fire. I remember the outside of my hands feeling cold while my palms were facing the fire. The spirits where high amongst everyone and they laughed and chatted until it became light.  

 

I heard from Dorji that the bus driver had said that another bus would be coming in the morning to help him fix the bus and that we should be off again soon. The women from the house nearby came by again, this time with tea and breakfast. Breakfast was Maggi and they did not have utensils to eat with so everyone broke two small twigs off a tree and used them as chopsticks. I remember a tourist bus driving past us around then and I can only imagine what they must have been thinking - there’s a group of people on the side of the road by a fire with snow everywhere, mostly locals with three monks and one random white guy using twigs as chopsticks to eat their noodles! 

The kindness of strangers is incredible. The woman who made the food for us took it upon herself to make all 20 or so people breakfast and bring it down. And didn’t expect anything in return. In fact before we left I asked Dorji where she was as I wanted to say thank you and contribute towards her expenses but he said that she had already left. “She knew we where in trouble so she helped us. She did not want anything in return”. I hope one day to go past there again and somehow repay her.  

The house that the lady who brought us tea lives in

Saturday 10:00

We were back on the bus and still 3 hours away from the Bhumtang, where we should have slept the previous night. I remember chuckling to myself thinking that at least I had saved on accommodation costs. Things with the bus seemed better but it was still pretty slow. There were no fumes and I was very grateful. The bus driver’s hands were pitch black from working on the engine. 

I tried to get some sleep with my head against the window but the road was so uneven it was difficult to keep myself from falling over. This is a skill I’ve yet to acquire as some of the local people seemed to sleep while preventing themselves from falling off their seats exceptionally well!

I realised things weren’t going to be on time again when we reached Bhumtang about 5 hours later - a trip that was meant to be just 3. The bus was driving slowly. And I mean really slowly. The fumes started again when we began to climb up the next pass. It seemed to be coming up from below my feet and outside the window next to me. My head had to go outside the window again. As we drove up this pass I had two ‘firsts’. I saw my first Yak and I was snowed upon for the first time in my life. 

Everyone in the bus seemed relaxed. They all held some sort of cloth over their mouth. One of the small children were fast asleep which worried me due to the amount of fumes that was filling the bus. I pointed this out to his dad and said “Is he ok?”. He seemed to know what I meant and shook his son awake. The boy just seemed annoyed to be woken up for no reason. Thank goodness.

Dorji and another guy didn’t have seats and they had to stand for the duration of the trip. Dorji and I had a few conversations outside the bus as we drove. My head was out of the window and he stood with the bus door open we chatted driving up the pass. “This trip must be very difficult for you and you must be very tired” he said. This was coming from someone who had to stand the entire journey so far! I just laughed.

Head out the window to keep away from the fumes.

Saturday 18:00

We reached a town called Trongsa. At this stage if all was normal, we would have reached Punakha. The driver said we where about 5 hours away from my drop off point and would leave again after having something to eat. Trongsa is a bit more modern and has restaurants that have menus which makes things a lot less confusing for me. This was Dorji’s stop as well so I greeted him and he said “This trip will be a a great memory in your life”  I laughed and agreed fully.

We left Trongsa in the dark and started the climb up Pelela Pass. From the bottom of the pass we were already crawling. Fumes filled the bus but this time it was worse than before. My eyes burned even though I had my head out of the window again. The drive to the top of the pass took 6 hours. 

Sunday 1:30am

We reached the top of the pass and I could not have been more grateful. Driving downhill meant that there was no fumes so that was a relief. Just after we started descending the bus pulled over to give the driver and passengers a break. An old man got out of the bus and I saw him cutting some branches off a tree… Are we camping here again?! Not this time. He took the branches and gently tapped the bus with them while saying some prayers. He was praying for a safe trip down the icy pass which lay ahead. I was thinking about what he had just done when I felt the branches hit me over the head. The man was now going through each of the passengers and was giving everyone a blessing!

About two hours later we were still driving down the pass. We pulled over once again at a restaurant which was closed. The driver hooted a couple of times until the people inside woke up and opened up for us. We were staying here for the night I soon found out. Everyone went inside and sat around the Bukari - a local wood stove. One of the women came to me laughing and pointing at my face. The fumes from the bus had made everything black. My face, hands, everything! It was obviously a lot more noticeable on me and they found that pretty funny. Oh well,what can you do hey!

The people in the restaurant started making everyone dinner and we all sat around the fire to keep warm. 

Sunday 4:00am 

Thanks Nidup Gyeltshen for posting this photo of me in Facebook 

I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore and went to sleep on the floor next to the bukari. Once again they had arranged a mattress and bedding just for me, and once again I would not accept it. I suggested that they let one of the older women use it instead. Two hours later and we were up to get ready to leave again. I was feeling pretty crappy at this point with the lack of sleep, being hungry and looking like a coal miner. I went outside to get some fresh air. We arrived during the dark so I didn’t know what the area looked like and when I went outside I saw the most spectacular view. It’s amazing how fresh air and a beautiful view can just sort everything out for you!

Feeling refreshed I got back onto the bus again and headed down the mountain for the last four hours of my trip.

I learned so much on this trip. Mostly about myself. Just let go and enjoy the ride - no matter what happens. There is no point wishing you are somewhere else. Just live for now. It is the only thing that is real. 

“I’m just going to let go and trust the process, practicing non-attachment every day”    Thanks Judy!

My Coal-Miner self portrait the morning I arrived in Punakha. About 3 hours sleep in the past 3 days

Around Costa Rica on a Beach Cruiser

It's been a little over a year since cycling a BMX 1650km across the Himalayas and I've had itchy feet for a new adventure since the day I came back from it.

This year I've decided to keep the single-speed, but trading my 20" wheels for 26" and I'm cycling a Beach Cruiser about 1800km around Costa Rica.

Why a beach cruiser?!

I found this question hard to answer when I cycled the BMX last year too. Why would I want to make something so much harder for myself? I think I have a few reasons. 

  • I want to prove to myself I can do it. I love coming up with challenges for myself and doing it.
  • I also want to encourage people that adventures are accessible to anyone. You don't need specialized expensive gear to have an adventure. Just take what you have and go! *Obviously at some point gear is really important like in really cold conditions or rock climbing, but there are adventures out there that don't need much. 
  • To encourage the thinking that anything is possible if you put your mind to it. You CAN do it.
  • Lastly - don't take life (and yourself) too seriously. There are adventurers out there who do extreme things and portray themselves as a real 'Adventurer'.  And I'm sure they can steal a salmon from a grizzly bear, walk solo to the North Pole, or start a fire by striking a rock against their beard, but to me there always seems to be this 'ridiculous' aspect to an adventure. I mean, they are all ridiculous aren't they? Chris Bertish is currently SUPing across the Atlantic Ocean - that's pretty bad ass! But its also totally ridiculous right?! Good on him! 

What's new about this adventure

Other than the different bicycle, I've also decided to take a tent and cooking gear with and not make use of any accommodation as we did last year. It was not really possible to order in, or carry the gear needed in Bhutan on the BMX so we needed to rely on local accommodation, but this year, I can make it work in Costa Rica. 

Guess who is joining me?

A few things have changed since last year: We have moved from the Himalayan Kingdom of Bhutan and now live in Costa Rica. And we have adopted a rescue pup here named Charlie. She has really been a little blessing in our lives and is really part of our family.

I'm also really excited that Megan expressed an interest in joining me this year and a friend of ours was kind enough to let Megan use her bicycle which we are really grateful for! After reading the cycling touring blog Long Haul Trekkers , a couple who are cycling all over the world with their dog, we realized that taking Charlie with us would be possible too!

Around Costa Rica by Beach Cruiser

After taking Megans bike and the trailer for a test ride, I'm not sure who has it harder - a single speed beach cruiser , or pulling Charlie in the trailer! Hat's off to Megan - she is super brave!

Winning an Adventure Grant!

The lastly, I just want to say a huge thank you to Tim Moss and everyone who contributed towards The Next Challenge Grant. I'm was so excited to find out I was one of the recipients of the grant towards my adventure idea and other than cost of our gear, the daily costs of the trip is being covered by them.  

Do check out their website (www.thenextchallenge.org) and if you are planning an adventure and would like to apply for a grant, keep an eye on their site as they offer grants annually. Super cool!

Follow our Adventure

As this is definitely not the only bicycle trip we are going to do together with Charlie and have some big future plans, we decide to create a page on Facebook and an Instagram account where you can follow the adventures. 

Like our page Bicycle Tails here

Follow Bicycle Tails on Instagram here

How to get from Montezuma, Costa Rica to Granada, Nicaragua

We recently travelled from Montezuma, Costa Rica to  Granada in Nicaragua for a few days. Here is how to do it.

6h30am

Take the local bus from Montezuma, to the Ferry (1500 CRC). Don't take the San Jose Direct bus because it will cost you 7000 CRC as you have to pay for the full trip.

9h30

Take the ferry across to Puntarenas (810 CRC)

Ferry arriving at Puntarenas

Ferry arriving at Puntarenas

10h40

When you get off the ferry, you can either take a taxi to the Barranca bus stop (11000 CRC), or walk down the main road until you see a local bus drive past and pay about 400 CRC to take you to the bus stop. 

Google Maps link from Puntarenas to Barranca HERE.

 

11h00

Once you get to Barranca, there is a guy there who will sell you a a ticket on the TransNica bus to Nicaragua. The bus goes across the border and all the way to Managua, but you can get off in Granada. The ticket costs about $28 (15000 CRC). You can also take a local bus to Liberia, and then another one to the border - not sure those costs but then you need to do all the border stuff yourself and find another local bus on the other side of the border etc. 

TransNica Bus arriving at Barranca

TransNica Bus arriving at Barranca

The TransNica bus is awesome - AC, WIFI (didn't work on our bus), toilet, tv, and seats that can go back further than in an airplane.

12h00

They stopped at a restaurant for 20min to get something to eat.

Once you get closer to the border, the guy on the bus comes around to get your passport details and gives you the exit and entry forms into Nicaragua. You need to pay a $14 fee to exit Costa Rica which you give to him. They only accept USD.

Collecting Passport info on the bus

Collecting Passport info on the bus

14h45

When you get to the border, everyone gets off the bus and walks to the building to pay the tourist tax (4500 CRC). After that, you go to a different building to get the stamp to check out of Costa Rica. Just follow everyone from the bus. There is an ATM there and you can draw that $14 for the bus driver.

Walking to check out of Costa Rica

Walking to check out of Costa Rica

When you get back on the bus, the guy collects everyones passports. The busy company handles the entry into Nicaragua and you'll get your passport back later.

Back on the bus, you drive to the entry into Nicaragua side of the border. 

You get off the bus here, and take your luggage out from under the bus. Then you wait to get the contents of your bag checked at their ‘customs’ table. Which is really, just a long table where the guy opens your bag, looks under the first thing in it, and closes it again. 

Bag check by 'customs'

Bag check by 'customs'

You can put your bag back in the bus and wait for them to finish the passport process. There are lots of people selling food, cool drink, sim cards and offering cash exchange here. I've read people say they harass you here - those people have obviously not been to India before - it's really not that bad!

Nicaragua Border - The bag check is done under the 'building' in front of the bus here.

Nicaragua Border - The bag check is done under the 'building' in front of the bus here.

The bus usually then moves about 100m away and you can just wait around near the bus. 

Once they are finished with the passports, the driver stand by the bus door and reads out the names on the passport and gives it back to the person.

Reading out names on passports

Reading out names on passports

16h30

The total border crossing (Exit and Entry) time took us 1h45. It was a very busy time of the year though as we crossed during the easter break.

Back on the bus, its about a 2hr drive or so to Granada. 

18h30

The bus stop is about a 1km walk from the town centre where all the hostels and hotels are. You can either walk or take a taxi which charged 4 of us $2 each. 

Google Maps link from the bus stop (more or less) to the street where hotels,hostels and restaurants are HERE.

For a Hostel I'd really recommend Hostel De Boca en Boca. (Google Maps Link) Really chilled vibe. Free Coffee all day. Breakfast included. Clean dorms. Hammocks bar, kitchen and WIFI. Close to everything.

For tours in and around Granada I'd recommend Tierra Tours. Really friendly and knowledgable guides.

Going back to Costa Rica is relatively the same process - just remember when you enter Costa Rica, you need proof of exit again. See this blog post for how to do that without needing to buy proof of exit.

Here is the total Cost Breakdown

  • Local Bus to Ferry - 1500 CRC
  • Ferry - 810 CRC
  • Local Bus to Baranca - 400 CRC or Taxi to Barranca 11000 CRC(you could also share a taxi with someone : this is the total cost of the taxi) 
  • TransNica Bus to Granada 15000 CRC (Alt option would be local bus to Liberia, Local bus to Border)
  • Lunch on the way (+-2500 CRC)
  • Exit Visa Cost $14 (7400 CRC)
  • Tourist Tax 4500 CRC
  • Taxi from Granada to Town Centre $8 (4200 CRC)  or walk 2km for free.

Best option :  32000 CRC ($60USD) 

#SevenSeries Project - Abstract B&W

This past week, I used the Abstract Black and White theme for my Seven Series project. I also wanted to take it a little further and simulate a film camera as much as possible. So I shot on Manual, fixed the ISO to 400, setup a Monochrome setting on my camera and did basically no post processing. Really stoked with the results of the BW setup in camera so if anyone wants to know what I set it to, let me know.  I also only shot with a 35mm prime lens. 

Here are my 7 top shots from the week.

#SevenSeries Project - Sunrise

Howzit guys,

In between my work photography I'm starting a few personal photography projects.

#SevenSeries is a one week themed photo project. The idea is to take a photo each day according to the theme. This weeks theme was 'Sunrise' and these are my seven favourite shots from the week.  Let me know in the comments below what you think and if you have any suggestions for a #SevenSeries theme. 

 

Monday

I took a 7km walk down towards Playa Grande (Big Beach), near Montezuma town early Monday morning. There were a few herons walking on the rocks by the ocean and I caught this one just as the sun caught its head and neck.


Tuesday

I woke up late this morning! Rushed out of bed, put some clothes on as fast as I could and went for a short walk around our house. We can’t see the actual sun rising from our house as we are quite deep in a forest, but we can definitely see the effects of the sunrise on the sky and trees around us. 


Wednesday

This morning I woke up and took a few shots around our house. I didn't really get anything I liked so I thought I would take the walk down to Montezuma Town and see what I could get down there. The road to Montezuma is very dusty, and if a car comes past its always followed by a huge cloud of dust. 

I noticed the sun shining between the trees and due to the dust, you could see these beautiful sun rays shining through. I waited for a motorcycle to drive past and took this shot. 


Thursday

Around this part of Costa Rica (and possibly others), we have Howler Monkey’s living in the trees all over. They make this (quite scary) howling sound which sounds something like what you would imagine the monster that lives under your bed would make. I’ll post a video sometime of them too. 

I took this photo just outside our house with the golden light of the sunrise hitting the leaves.


Friday

Yesterday evening I went for a jog to explore a little around where we live. I found this spot just down the road from our house and you can actually see the sea over the forest. So this morning I thought I would go back to this spot to see what the sunrise looks from there. 

I set my camera up on a tripod and used the intervalometer on Magic Lantern to take this photo. 


Saturday

So in this shot, I’m actually standing in almost the same place I was in yesterdays shot, but I took the camera down the hill to get a different perspective. 

I set the camera up on a tripod again and ran like mad to get to up the hill before the sun moved from the spot in the trees 


Sunday

If you come into Montezuma town, just to the right of it, there is this pool of water on the beach. To be honest, the water doesn’t smell that great, but it makes a decent photo!

I walked down this morning and I was setting up my tripod to try a few photos when this lady walked across towards the bus stop. I wasn't really ready yet but I quickly took this photo anyway. I took a bunch more other photos on the beach after, but this turned out to be my favourite of the morning. 


 

Hope you enjoyed this weeks #sevenseries project! Any suggestions for a theme to use in the future? 

A visit to the NatGeo Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition

Just came back from the Natgeo Wildlife photographer of the year exhibition in Cape Town and one idea that got reinforced again is that is it's not about what camera you shoot with. It's about your eye. I saw some shots there shot with a good old Canon 550D. At the end of the day your camera is just a tool, and what makes your images special is how you see things. Your eye. So don't get too caught up in gear hype - Canon vs Nikon vs Fuji. Mirror less vs DSLRs. Cropped vs full frame. F2.8 lenses.  Just go out and shoot what you enjoy shooting.👌It also reminds me of a quote by Jim Richardson "If you want to be a better photographer, stand in front of more interesting stuff" 😊

Behind the photo

I’ve always wondered what it looks like behind the scenes when shooting from a chopper - so since it was my first time I figured I’d take some GoPro footage while I was shooting the Wildcoast Wildrun.

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This is one of my fav shots from the first day of the race. I love the contrast - grass texture vs the rocks - the green vs the grey. 

Gear wise, I shot it with a Canon 5D MKIII and a 24-105 F4 L, loaded with a 32GB 800x Lexar CF card. 

To put things into context, here is the GoPro footage of the shot been taken. Filmed it with a GoPro 3 Black Edition.