28. July 2001 10:48
by Rene Pallesen
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When I initially arrived in Yangon / Rangoon, I wanted to fly up Bhamo - one of the bigger towns north of Burma. I also considered exploring Myitkyinã - a town further north of Bhamo.
My Lonely Planet guide indicated that the only border crossing into China was to the east of Bhamo. My initial plans to Burma also included exploration of western China. However, I was disappointed by the military turning me back, despite the fact that my Lonely Planet guide said I could cross into China at Ruili.
I decided instead to fly to Mandalay, not only because it was cheap to do so, but it saved me a 20-hour bus ride there from Yangon.
I heard about a song for sailors.
“To be a real sailor, the sailor would have to have been to Mandalay way upriver”
I quite liked Mandalay.
The photo below, is of Mandalay Hill.
During World War II (20 March 1945), the British and the Japanese fought one another to gain control of the position on this hill.
The photo to the left is taken from the hill itself facing east - as you can see, it has an aerial view of the whole city, and puts any oncoming enemies at a disadvantage. Control of Mandalay was important during the war, as the soldiers were able to set up artillery and attack anyone approaching the fortress.
This hill was of big strategic importance.
The building you see near the shrine is a monument to the British regiment who managed to take control of this hill from the Japanese.
At the eastern part of the delta, a lot of logging takes place"float:right; padding-left:10px" class="TwitterButton"> Over easter we went to Glenworth Valley for Camping. This location is about an hours drive north of Sydney in an easily accessible but beautiful little valley.
It is private propoerty, so you have to book beforehand and it does get very busy. We were very lucky that we were located down at the end of the property where it was more quiet.
In the evenings there were beautiful sunsets.
In the morning it was a bit more misty in the valley.
The owners also put on a great easter egg hunt for the children. There were hundreds of children with 20,000 chocolate eggs hidden in a field and there was an easter bunny riding a horse.
We also spend time playing some ball sports. I'd brought a baseball bat and ball. Because we were four families, we had plenty of people to form two teams. It got very competitive and the bat took a bit of battering, so I had to go a buy a more solid wooden bat.
In the evenings we had the normal campfire and baked dampers on sticks, marshmellows and baked potatoes in the fire.
There are also lots of walks witin easy driving distance, including some walks with beautiful waterfalls.
Also, people come to the valley for horse riding, so there are lots of horses in the surrounding paddocks.
And wildlife such as Kookaburras!
And going for a short stroll in the mornings was a beautiful experience with the mist and light changing.
Because of lots of rain, the whole area had been flooded just weeks earlier. Where we were camping would have been a meter under water, but because of the river running through the area the water had fortunately receeded.
21. March 2021 13:03
by Rene Pallesen
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Schwedagon was a holy place with extremely large and beautiful temples.
To get to Schwedagon, you had to travel up very long escalators. I took this photo because these escalators were the only escalators I had seen during my whole trip in Burma. As Schwedagon is a very religious place for the locals, I guess to travel up these escalators give the sense of travelling to a higher and holier place.
The temples at Schwedagon were really impressive.
I was told that collectively, these temples were built with 39 tonnes of pure gold.
At the end of the day, the locals all contributed in cleaning the place. They clean all the tiles and are very organised.
Here is the 'Big Stuba'. All that gold...
Up close, the temples are a glorious sight. Especially at night!
Can you see those lights at the base of the Big Stuba? Each is a 'mini temple', illuminating a Buddha.
You can really see the magnificence of these temples!
There are lots of rules or procedures about the way one prays to the Buddhas - very complicated to an outsider!
I saw a couple of the buddhists pour water onto the statue of the Buddha. Depending on the day of the week a buddhist is born, the individual would pour the respective number of bowls for the day of the week. A buddhist believes that by doing this, it would bring them luck.
At Schwedagon, I noticed there were hardly any tourists, mostly locals paying homage.
Can you see how intricate the carvings are in the foreground?
The monks rung this bell to announce prayer times.
It brought luck to ring the bell.
For example, if you were born on the 1st day of the week, you rung it once to bring good luck. If you were born on the 6th day of the week, you rung it 6 times etc.
28. July 2001 10:45
by Rene Pallesen
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Burma/Myanmar surprised me in many ways. I would have liked to see more of Burma than I did, but due to military restrictions, I only had access to certain parts of Burma and was not able to see any of the indigenous people along the border as I had initially planned.Burma is a very poor country. It was difficult to travel... travelling 100 kilometres could sometimes take up to 6 hours.
One of the most beautiful places in Burma, I thought, was Bagan.
I took many photos in Burma, and tried to order them in the following pages:
- I spent some days in Yangon, which had a heavy colonial influence.
- Schwedagon was another place full of temples, a place laden with pure gold.
- Whilst travelling, I could not help notice how influenced the people were by religion, and Burma's politics is one thing an outsider should not get involved in.
- I was fascinated by what the Burmese used for medicine. They also had some rather interesting local fruit.
- Mandalay also had an interesting colonial battle history. Whilst there, I watched the “Mandalay Marionettes”.
- With the restrictions up north, I did not get to see much. But you would not believe how the Burmese play volleyball!
- Finally, at Mt Popa, I went there to see a local monastry, and saw a lot of wild monkeys there.
Yangon ( Rangoon ) . . .
This is the city-centre of Rangoon. Rangoon is the capital city of Burma.
It is actually a pretty big city if you compare it with other parts of Burma on a map.
Most of the buildings are from the old colonial period when the British occupied Burma. Unfortunately they have not been very well-maintained.
Can you see the green bits on the clocktower?
If you are thinking it is vegetation growing on it, you are right! There is quite a bit growing on most of the buildings in the city.
There were so many pigeons!
I managed to catch a pictures of a pigeon flying mid-air - can you see the blurred grey thing near the tree in the middle of the photo?
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28. July 2001 01:56
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15. June 2001 10:27
by Rene Pallesen
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I took part in a photo competition in November 2001, using one of the photos I had taken during my trip to Mt Cook in January 2001. This photo was of Kevin, the alpine guide from my group in the technical climbing course.
The following photo and comments appeared on the Planet Fear website, in the Front Line Photography Competition - not long after I was notified that I was one of 20 winners, and I was even more surprised to find out that I had come third!
The comments above the photo were my comments that I had emailed to them when I sent the photo. The comments below the photo were (one of the judges) comments about my photo.
3. Rene Pallesen
The attached photo was taken in New Zealand on the main range near Mount Cook. The valleys to the west are filled with clouds formed by the moisture from the forests underneath. The snowcovered mountains in the north are visible through the clouds. The photo was taking using a Nikon FM10 using a Fuji Sensia 100 film.
Literally bathed in atmosphere. It would be easy to muff this high key exposure but Rene is spot on. The vertical format adds to a shot capturing all the euphoria of life on the tops. Reminds me of the legendary Mountain mag front covers.
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Also, you could go to the Planet Fear website to view the other winning photos.
15. January 2001 11:14
by Rene Pallesen
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15. January 2001 10:59
by Rene Pallesen
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Mt Cook ( 15 ~ 28 January 2001 )I decided to do a Technical Ice-Climbing course with Alpine Guides in New Zealand.
I spent 10 days at Mt Cook doing a very challenging course, but I learnt a lot. I learnt all the techniques required to do ice-climbing safely. I also learnt the necessities of surviving in the icy mountains.
Prior to the trip, a lot of preparation was required. Everyday, I went jogging to build up my fitness, so by the time I left for New Zealand, I could run 3km on the sand without getting puffed. I also had to buy some of the equipment. I had to buy cramp-ons (looks like spiked metal soles) to attach to my boots; ice-axe and ice-hammer; a new Gore-tex jacket (I needed a new one anyway) and some other clothing and equipment.
The photo on the right became a 3rd-place winner in a photo competition.
Our group consisted of 4 other doing the course. There were no prerequisites, other than a love for the mountains and a very high fitness level. Not all of us who do this course go on to climb the great mountains. We also discovered it takes guts and courage to stand on top of the world and feel confident. One cannot be an ice-climber if there is a fear of heights or if unsteady on the feet.
All of us in the group had come from different backgrounds. Søren was an experienced climber, who had aspirations of going to the Himalayas. Alan was a rock-climber who wanted to try the challenge of ice-climbing. Rob too loved the mountains and wanted the experience and challenge of being on the icey slopes of New Zealand. I had had quite a lot of climbing and mountaineering experience, but this was my first time ice-climbing.
The person holding the camera is Søren. I met him in NZ, whilst waiting for the bus for Mt Cook. To my surprise, he was a Dane living here in Sydney. He was a professional photographer (hence you see him holding the Nikon). He and I had similiar experience so our speed through the course was pretty much the same.
I actually ended up cracking a rib whilst on the course. I did this during a 'self-arrest' technique, where we actually throw ourselves down a steep slope and try to use our ice-axe to stop ourselves from falling any further. This technique is used in case you fall down a crevass and have nothing to hold onto.
Rob was the other person doing the course. He once dropped his ice-axe and one of us had to abseil down to collect it, as an ice-axe is a piece of equipment that is vital and you only carry one of these each.
We worked in pairs, but had to swap partners as our guide took turns working with each of us.
Ice-climbing is nothing like rock-climbing. You cannot use your fingers (well, they will freeze if you take your gloves off), so you really on equipment like ice-axe and ice-picks to anchor yourself into the ice. These pieces of equipment are really important, especially if you are sleeping on a ledge or stopping for a rest. Other than someone belaying you, using ice-picks to secure yourself into the ice is the backup should your belay fail.
We each took turns at ice-climbing! Alan is the one in the blue jacket, Søren is the one in the red.
I guess Søren has more photos of me climbing, whereas I can't take photos of myself!
In the following section, you will see a series of photos of Mt Cook.
If you want to have a look at the black & white version of this (quite artistic), click here.
17. September 2000 10:58
by Rene Pallesen
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Last September, Sydney held the Olympic Games. I saw a lot of the events on TV but was disappointed with the coverage of other countries' involvement.
However, I did manage to be at Olympic Park during the Games and also see the first handball match - Denmark vs Norway.
I managed to get tickets for the game and had a very nice day with my girlfriend and the Lenehans. I also managed to get some pretty spectacular photos of the Olympic torch.
Here is Stadium Australia, where the Olympic torch is held. Most of the major track & field events, as well as athletics were held here. It is a pretty spectacular building - and HUGE. During the Olympics, you could not go into just any of the buildings at Olympic Park. You had to have a ticket for an event before you could enter the building.
As you can see me, I am wearing my T-shirt supporting Danmark! This is one of the few days that I can wear the T-shirt.
It was a very sunny and warm day and the place was full of people. During the Olympics, you could only get access to the whole of the Olympic Park if you had a ticket. They had quite tight security, and had to go through a detector on the perimeter of the grounds after you got off the train/bus.
The handball game started at about 2pm and we managed to wander round for quite a bit before going into the arena wear the handball was.
The food as amazingly expensive! Normally a fruit salad would only cost about AUD$3, cost up to AUD$8 that day!. Bottles of water was double the price. They really made it a money-making event for tourists! The funny thing too, we noticed that as you entered Olympic Park, all of the signs were in French and English, and all the announcements were given in French first, then English. It was most peculiar!
As we got closer to where the handball games were being held, we saw a lot of Danes and Norwegians dressed in country colours! Danes in red and white and Norwegians... well, there was a guy there who had lots of cow bells around his neck and attached to his clothes. He was wearing a traditional metal helmet and dressed in old-fashioned gear. It was amazing to feel all the atmosphere - just to be there.
We were all in the true Danish spirit! Even my girlfriend was dressed in a white T-shirt and red pants! We painted flags on our faces with some face paint. We were definitely there to support the Danish team!
Even Lance could not help get caught in the moment with us! *smile*
A break in the handball game - Danmark vs Norway!
Danmark in red & white, Norway in blue & white.
We had pretty good seats - it was a matter of whoever got there first, had the best seats, although we had to enter through certain doors.
All the journalists and officials sat on the left. We even heard that the crown prince of Danmark was there for the game, even though we could not spot him. There were flags everywhere, Danish and Norwegian waving about. Everytime Norway scored, you could hear countless numbers of cow-bells being rung! A few times, some of the people tried to start a Mexican wave, but that did not work out.
It was a very fast and furious game. It was the only handball game that the Danish lost in the whole Olympic Games, and they eventually came first in the finals!
Just after entering Olympic Park, we managed to get a group photo!
As you can see the place is very crowded but very festive - you just had to be there!
A most glorious sunset!
After the handball match, we wandered around for a bit longer. The day had been quite warm, so the night was a beautiful clear night.
After the Lenehans left, Arumi and I had a look at a small Aboriginal art exhibition located at the Park. We sat on one of the few grassy patches, to watch the flickering of the lights and just enjoy the day.
We eventually went home, but Olympic Park was still swarming with people, who were there to watch events that went on later into the night. Although we did not get the chance to see any other events during the Olympics, it was definitely worth the day we spent there. We would have loved to see the final game when Danmark won, but as usual, we were not very organised...
Below, I have included photos taken on the night of the Closing Ceremony.
These were taken from Graham's apartment on a hill at McMahons Point. We had a spectacular view of the fireworks that went off after the Closing Ceremony. It was really windy on the balcony, but I managed to get some photos of the Olympic rings that were placed on Sydney Harbour Bridge.
Beautiful, isn't it?
