day 195: golden times

In one of the pagodas of Yangon. Girl and brother.   I thought it was ACDC…   Angry monch.   In the end it´s all about the money.

day 167: tourists

I knew Bagan was going to be touristic. So I went with the (tourist) flow, because I knew soon enough I would be out in the country site with none speaking english around me. For sunset Bagan gets busy. Everybody wants to catch the best view from the highest temple to see the sunset.   […]

day 153: golden times

The pagoda in Yangon is stunning. Even if you´re not a fan of religious buidlings, the gold of the Yangon pagoda will make you feel smaller. Here people hang out, lay down to sleep a while next to their favorite Buddha statue, eat some lunch with family, pray for a while or read a newspaper. […]

day 118: i wish…

Next to temples in Japan people put their wishes on little wooden plates. I always tried to find out, what was writen on them, but never found anybody who could both sufficiently read japanese and speak good english. So anybody out there with those capabilities, please let me know what those people were wishing for.

day 99: temple etiquette

When you reach one of the 88 temples on the henro, there is a certain etiquette: First wash your hands/mouth with the water from the little fountain, that is at the entrance of every temple. Then ring the big bell to announce that you´re here. That´s my favorite part. Then you can recite a lot of […]

day 96: lost in contemplation

I wonder what it was like when Kobo Daishi was walking around here. The forest in Shikoku must have been thick and hard to get through. Did he know where he was going? Did he have a map? Did maps of this area exist in that time? That was around the year 800. Japan had […]

day 95: 88 temples

In a far away country on an island full with thick forest and a rugged coast, there is a path. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago a man walked on that path, finding his way through valleys, along river beds, into fisher villages, looking for truth. For enlightenment. Kobo Daishi went from temple to temple, just […]

day 92: make-up buddhas

Koya San lies up in the mountains of the Kii peninsula surrounded by thick cedar forests. The air is fresher than down in the valley and the cedars give the surrounding a smell of earth and nature. Up here live 4000 people, mostly monchs running different temples. Visitors can sleep there. So the places are […]

day 91: en-light-enment

I smiled when I saw this disco buddha. It contradicts what I have in mind about Buddha: stillness and silence. But hey, why not: This buddha is truly enlightened.

day 24: Aga Khan

Since the Pamir Highway is blocked, there is a detour via the Wakhan Valley, one part is in Tajikistan, the other part in Afghanistan. The roads are bad, the mountains are high and dry. There is only about 10,000 people living in the area. School, money and education is rare. It´s an open secret that […]

day 12: new sisters

These lovely ladies and their mothers welcomed me on my mountain hike in the Fan Mountains. They gave me freshly baked bread and yoghurt made from their goats´ milk. My dates, that I had with me, they had to refuse, because of Ramadan. Thank you dear sisters for your hospitality! The first picture – which […]