Camiguin - a typical nipa hut

“I’m not a child molester but…”

“…just look at those fine young girls, slim, tiny, beautiful! But what happens when they grow up? The become fat, round, al the charm is gone, fat cows! This is all because of the way the Filipinos eat! They munch all day, every meal heavier that the other. Look at them, this is supposed to be a poor country but they can always afford a big fat chunk of pork! You see, in Thailand a poor girl will eat a little pad thai and she will be full. But here? I’m telling you, you need to take them before they’re ripe” – says Joe, turning his head around in search of colourfully dressed high school students and waving at the skinny ones. He is quite slim himself – one detail that makes him different from the typical white guy living in the Philippines: wrinkled American pensioner with that special kind of suntan and…

Intro video: Mongolian Impressions

Intro

Less than a month spent in Mongolia is nowhere near enough to issue a final statement about a country so big and varied. Nevertheles, I feel competent enough to tell you that Mongolia is amazing, awesome and addictive. So addictive that I feel obliged to go back there and see all those things that I didn’t have enough time to see. And I encoutage you to go there as soon as you can, before it gets covered with asphalt, „civilized” and the friendly locals start pursuing the material wealth.

In the meantime – let me share with you some impressions and tips.

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Niecały miesiąc spędzony w Mongolii to zdecydowanie za mało by wydać opinię o kraju tak rozległym i różnorodnym. Niemniej jednak czuję się na tyle kompetentny, by stwierdzić, że Mongolia zadziwia, rządzi, wymiata i uzależnia. Do tego stopnia, że czuję się zobowiązany tam wrócić i doeksplorować wszystko to,…

Furniture factory video:

This time – a short video footage from a couple of furniture factories located not that far away from Shanghai that I was lucky to visit. During those 2 days I saw a full spectrum from modern clean production halls to dirty, messy places that fit the stereotype image of Thirld World factories. I also witnessed the process of actual furniture production almost from A to Z and that is truly a visually stunning thing to see.

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Tym razem zamieszczam krótki materiał video z kilku fabryk mebli z bliższego i dalszego sąsiedztwa Szanghaju, które – tak się złożyło – dane było mi odwiedzić. W ciągu 2 dni zaliczyłem pełny przekrój jakościowy – od nowoczesnych i czystych hal produkcyjnych po brudne, zabałaganione, niedoświetlone i w pełni odpowiadające stereotypowi fabryki w kraju Trzeciego Świata. Miałem też okazję obejrzeć niemal od A do Z, proces powstawania mebli, którego kolejne etapy bywają wizualnie fascynujące…

Yejku – występ na żywo w Lokalu X / live performance in Lokal X (camera by Olek Woźniak):

Yejku “Córuś ty musisz” – video by Tomasz Sztajer:

Another travellers’ meeting happened in Lokal X in Bytom, Poland on September 28 2012. The turnout was surprisingly high – thank you all for coming. This time we had the opportunity to see a fascinating presentation about Kurdistan by Wojciech Przybylski (http://blog.wojciechprzybylski.com), I showed some movies from China, and the star of the evening were the band Yejku (http://www.yejku.com) for whom I had the pleasure of making a Chinese-Polish music video.

This time no photo gallery, only videos.

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28 września w Lokalu X w Bytomiu odbyło się kolejne spotkanie podróżnicze. Frekwencja była nadspodziewanie dobra, wielkie dzięki za przybycie. Tym razem z wciągającą prezentacją o Kurdystanie wystąpił Wojciech Przybylski (http://blog.wojciechprzybylski.com), ja pokazałem parę filmików z Chin, a na deser wystąpił zespół Yejku…

To all those who thought I totally abandoned running this blog: you are so WRONG! And this post is to prove it:) Here comes some new stuff (and this new stuff should be also a kind of an explanation why I had no time to take care of the website).

First things first – what was I busy with while in Shanghai? Check the videoanswer below:

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Do tych wszystkich, którzy zastanawiali się, czy całkowicie zarzuciłem prowadzenie niniejszego bloga: otóż zdecydowanie NIE! Na dowód prezentuję kolejną porcję materiału, stanowiącego jednocześnie jakieś wytłumaczenie dla mojej sieciowej bezczynności:)

Na rozgrzewkę – videoodpowiedź na pytanie: co ja właściwie przez ten czas robiłem w Szanghaju?

Hooray for yet another monthly travel party in Lokal X! The programme was packed full with stories, emotions and memories from all kinds of places.

The show was kicked off by Mateusz Szymiczek who mainly focused on how not to spend money and still get drunk in Czech Republic, France and Spain.

Then my humble self shared a bunch of photos and videos from China, kung-fu included.

Following was Łukasz Ciupa showing some breathtaking views of Georgia.

Things got a lot more oriental when Gosia Łozicka presented her memories of Turkey, music and food included.

Magdalena Śliwka joined our meeting again and made us all want to ride through Sahara on a motorcycle…

The grand finale was the belly dance show by Gosia Łozicka – a show so hot that it made the camera melt, hence no photos available:)

I’d like to thank all the particpants for attending. Special thanks to Krzysiek Błaszczyk from Kartel Kulturalny for the videoprojector.

Unfortunately,…

A bus to the outskirts of Delhi, then a minibus with two European sadhu-clowns inside, with their forehead painted and Quechua sleeping backs in their hands… A short quarrel at the entrance to the airport building (I didn’t care to print out the ticket reservation, and it seems to be a problem here; furthermore, my final destination is London… – “On what grounds are you allowed into UK? Do you have the right visa?” – “European Union state citizens don’t need visas to enter UK, and Poland is a member state of EU” – “Please wait, we will check on that…”) and I’m on my way home.

I run through those thousands of kilometres again in my mind… Eight and a half months on the road, so many places, so many people met, so many experiences, so many images I can see before my eyes… There I climbed a glacier wearing sandals, there I bathed in a…

 

Before I get on the train to Agra, on the platform I meet lots of friendly people whom I educate a little about Poland and Europe, and who in exchange teach me something about India and (finally! I’m so ashamed…) some words in hindi.

On the train I meet a delightfully nice family who invite me to their place; unfortunately I have to refuse – I hate booking tickets in advance! The youngest fellow, Krishna, wants to join me in my trip back to Poland, where he is planning to eat chocolate all the time. I promise to meet the guys during the wedding of one of twenty year old brothers – he doesn’t know yet whom he would marry, but the date is already fixed…

I arrive in Agra in the middle of the night and begin my walk towards the most obligatory Indian tourist attraction, Taj Mahal that is. Taxi drivers can’t stop to…

My piece of junk reaches Margao only 4 hours late (on the way the coach staff try to get some extra money from me – luggage handling fee and … handling fee). From hear I head for Palolem beach, recommended by Jankiel, who is already there, waiting. Before I get on the right local bus, I go to the railway station in order to book a ticket to Agra. I’m only 131st on the waiting list. OK, there goes the berth…

And the Palolem beach itself… Well, if you looking for solitude, peace and quiet then you might be disappointed… But on the other hand, the parties that go on here are relatively quiet and not so frequent. And the beach, built up with colourful coco-houses (I lodge in one of them – 200 rupees for a room with a bathroom, just a little dirty) has its special charm…

Jankiel tries to convince me to be the only…

The train from Chennai to Mumbai (25 hours) is cramped but I’m lucky to have my berth for myself. Inside and outside mountains of rubbish are growing – the Hindus never use dustbins. The floor inside the train becomes filled with colours and nobody of the train staff ever cares to clean this mess up. This is sometimes done by “private enterprises” – unbelievably dirty boys who, on their knees, wipe the floor with a dirty rug and then stretch out their palm, waiting for some coins… There are so many beggars crossing the train, they get on at every station and walk all coaches in an endless procession. The old lady has hardly finished moaning about her misery when the singing blind boy walks in; the skinny bearded grandpa is still waving his palmless arm in my face when the legless guy limps holding onto his cane… And others are queuing – gypsies hitting the drums, a…