In the midst of the H1N1 scare, my brother, Matthew, and I embarked on our first cruise ever, sailing from Long Beach, Calif. to Victoria, B.C., on the Carnival Splendor. We still had fun anyway, even if it was a lot rainier and cloudier than it would have been in Puerto Vallarta. (May 2009)
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Favorites, 2009 (Part 4, With Friends)
As I’ve said before, one of the least favorite things about being a travel writer (if there is such a thing) is having to travel with people that you would never—ever—want to travel with. On the flip side, however, I consider myself to have been very lucky. Last year, I traveled with some of my dearest friends—and even made some new ones along the way.
In the midst of the H1N1 scare, my brother, Matthew, and I embarked on our first cruise ever, sailing from Long Beach, Calif. to Victoria, B.C., on the Carnival Splendor. We still had fun anyway, even if it was a lot rainier and cloudier than it would have been in Puerto Vallarta. (May 2009)
My friend, Jennifer, whom I’ve known since the second grade, was my travel buddy on my first-ever river cruise, sailing down the Rhine with Avalon Waterways. We snapped this photo in Heidelberg, Germany. (Photo (c) Jennifer Eriguel; August 2009)
Cindy and I cast a shadow on the shores of Achsiv Beach in Israel. (September 2009)
And, on the first night of our trip to Japan and Korea, my boyfriend, Eliot, and I enjoyed a feast at The Peninsula Tokyo’s Peter restaurant—just one of many great meals we savored throughout both countries. (December 2009)
In the midst of the H1N1 scare, my brother, Matthew, and I embarked on our first cruise ever, sailing from Long Beach, Calif. to Victoria, B.C., on the Carnival Splendor. We still had fun anyway, even if it was a lot rainier and cloudier than it would have been in Puerto Vallarta. (May 2009)
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Favorites, 2009 (Part 3, Animals)
I’ve come to the conclusion that there are two particularly photogenic types of animals that I love to snap photos of: camels and dogs. Dogs are an obvious choice but camels—well, who knew they were so obliging and had so much character?
A beer-drinking camel from Petra in Jordan (February 2009)
(All photos © Deanna Ting)
A beer-drinking camel from Petra in Jordan (February 2009)
My favorite camel of all time, from Wadi Rum in Jordan—look at that smile! (February 2009)
Little paw prints from the salt ponds in Kauai (July 2009)
A pooped pup in front of a pub in Cologne, Germany (August 2009)
My second-favorite camel of all time. I met him outside of a pit stop while we made our way from Tiberias to Masada in Israel. (September 2009)
A happy dog in Tel Aviv (September 2009)
Another happy dog from Costa Rica (October 2009)
And finally, a Costa Rican monkey just hanging out on a telephone line (November 2009)
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Favorites, 2009 (Part 1, People)
While I think it might be a little late to revisit some of my favorite photos from 2009 (this is something traditionally reserved for the end of last year, right?), I figured, oh well, better late than never, especially since I'm getting ready for another trip soon (more details on that later). I’m not a professional photographer in the least bit, so you’ll have to forgive me if the photo quality isn’t always up to par; I picked my favorites based on the stories behind them, and not necessarily on the image quality or sense of color and depth.
Photographing people isn’t always as easy as you think. And, of course, there’s always the chance that the person you want to photograph is a little camera shy (not unlike myself). But isn’t it crazy how a single image of just one person can really capture an entire place or time, sometimes? That’s why I loved these photos so much, and I hope you might feel the same way about them, too.
In Amman, Jordan, we visited a local school, the Al-Hussein Society for the Rehabilitation of the Physically Challenged, to volunteer. I loved these two kids—they were so outgoing and inquisitive. (February 2009)
This is a photo of one of the guides who accompanied us during an overnight stay in the Wadi Rum Desert in Jordan. He just looked so cozy (it was freezing) and I’ll always remember his super-considerate offerings of steaming-hot Turkish coffee and sweet tea. (February 2009)
In Heidelberg, Germany, this ebullient older man suddenly started clapping out of nowhere, both startling and amusing the throngs of tourists around him. (August 2009)
I just loved how this Israeli couple clung to each other as they left the synagogue at a kibbutz in the Galilee. (September 2009)
In Nazareth, Israel, we were treated to a performance by a talented local Nazarene dance troupe. (September 2009)
This father and daughter from Akko, Israel, were kind enough to let me photograph them as they sat out on their rooftop. (September 2009)
This photo, also taken in Akko, was a little unsettling: I don’t know if you can see it all that well, but the boy on the far right is playing with a mock rifle. (September 2009)
At the Ghetto Fighters’ House Museum in Israel, we came across large groups of Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) recruits. I loved how the guy on the left decided to put on his best face for me. (September 2009)
Just another day at the pit stop for this IDF soldier (September 2009)
In Jerusalem, a father accompanied his son home from school. (September 2009)
A woman walking through the Old City of Jerusalem (September 2009)
Traditional dancers from Costa Rica—I loved how their skirts moved with every twirl. (November 2009)
I couldn’t take my eyes off of the chefs who made our fresh soba noodles at the Hoshinoya Kyoto restaurant. (December 2009)
A delighted sous chef from Tempura Matsu in Kyoto, Japan, displayed a soon-to-be-cooked-and-eaten fish for us. (December 2009)
This little boy was fascinated by the gigantic koi fish that lived in the ponds surrounding the beautifully serene Tenryu-ji Temple in Kyoto, Japan. (December 2009)
My one and only geisha spotting from Kyoto—but I can’t even be sure if she’s a real geisha or just a girl playing dress up. (December 2009)
One big tuna at the Tsukiji Fish Market in Tokyo (December 2009)
At the DMZ in South Korea (December 2009)
(All photos © Deanna Ting)
Photographing people isn’t always as easy as you think. And, of course, there’s always the chance that the person you want to photograph is a little camera shy (not unlike myself). But isn’t it crazy how a single image of just one person can really capture an entire place or time, sometimes? That’s why I loved these photos so much, and I hope you might feel the same way about them, too.
In Amman, Jordan, we visited a local school, the Al-Hussein Society for the Rehabilitation of the Physically Challenged, to volunteer. I loved these two kids—they were so outgoing and inquisitive. (February 2009)
In Heidelberg, Germany, this ebullient older man suddenly started clapping out of nowhere, both startling and amusing the throngs of tourists around him. (August 2009)
I just loved how this Israeli couple clung to each other as they left the synagogue at a kibbutz in the Galilee. (September 2009)
My friend and I encountered this little boy as we got lost trying to navigate our way through Akko. He was really interested in checking out our camera equipment. (September 2009)
At the Ghetto Fighters’ House Museum in Israel, we came across large groups of Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) recruits. I loved how the guy on the left decided to put on his best face for me. (September 2009)
Just another day at the pit stop for this IDF soldier (September 2009)
A woman walking through the Old City of Jerusalem (September 2009)
My one and only geisha spotting from Kyoto—but I can’t even be sure if she’s a real geisha or just a girl playing dress up. (December 2009)
At the DMZ in South Korea (December 2009)
(All photos © Deanna Ting)
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Monday, March 29, 2010
Looking Back: Jordan and Israel
Last year, I was fortunate enough to travel to the Middle East twice—once to Jordan and once to Israel. It was my first time traveling to both countries—and to the region—and I honestly didn’t know what to expect from either trip.
In preparing for both journeys, however, I inevitably encountered the same questions from concerned friends and family: Will you be safe there? Will you have to cover yourself up? Again, are you sure you’re going to be safe?
I’ll admit that those same questions crossed my mind, too. The Middle East is a region that, as Americans, we tend to not know very much about except for the fact that words “Middle East” are almost always followed by the word “conflict.”
Well, both of my trips to Jordan and to Israel proved to be utterly unforgettable and for all the right reasons. In Jordan, I saw Petra by day (and by night); I camped out in the desert with Bedouins and survived an overnight sandstorm; and I floated for the first time in the Dead Sea (which actually felt more like soaking in baby oil, surprisingly). In Israel, I fell into the Mediterranean during an “Amazing Race” competition; I explored centuries-old Crusader tunnels in Akko; I felt completely moved by my visit to the Wailing Wall and Yad Vashem in Jerusalem; and I discovered that Tel Aviv was kind of like L.A. with its beachy, laid-back vibe (well, almost).
That’s not to say that weren’t any mishaps, however (when is there ever a trip without at least one or two?). But those had to do with bad hotel management and some cranky individuals—both of which will remain unnamed. Oh, and a particularly ignorant tourist family who made me take a photo with them at holy Christian site because they’d never seen an Asian person before in their life. Ugh—I hated that.
But you know what? Not once did I feel unsafe—ever. Just be prepared for very thorough luggage screenings and super-tight airport security (especially if you’re flying with El Al). Oh, and yes, when visiting some holy sites, it’s best to cover up your arms and legs but otherwise, it’s not a problem at all. Just be sure to leave the ultra-mini and tube tops at home.
Nowadays, I don’t hesitate at all to encourage my friends to travel to Jordan or to Israel. And while I could go on and on with all of the reasons why, I think it might just be easier to show them to you like this:
In preparing for both journeys, however, I inevitably encountered the same questions from concerned friends and family: Will you be safe there? Will you have to cover yourself up? Again, are you sure you’re going to be safe?
I’ll admit that those same questions crossed my mind, too. The Middle East is a region that, as Americans, we tend to not know very much about except for the fact that words “Middle East” are almost always followed by the word “conflict.”
Well, both of my trips to Jordan and to Israel proved to be utterly unforgettable and for all the right reasons. In Jordan, I saw Petra by day (and by night); I camped out in the desert with Bedouins and survived an overnight sandstorm; and I floated for the first time in the Dead Sea (which actually felt more like soaking in baby oil, surprisingly). In Israel, I fell into the Mediterranean during an “Amazing Race” competition; I explored centuries-old Crusader tunnels in Akko; I felt completely moved by my visit to the Wailing Wall and Yad Vashem in Jerusalem; and I discovered that Tel Aviv was kind of like L.A. with its beachy, laid-back vibe (well, almost).
That’s not to say that weren’t any mishaps, however (when is there ever a trip without at least one or two?). But those had to do with bad hotel management and some cranky individuals—both of which will remain unnamed. Oh, and a particularly ignorant tourist family who made me take a photo with them at holy Christian site because they’d never seen an Asian person before in their life. Ugh—I hated that.
But you know what? Not once did I feel unsafe—ever. Just be prepared for very thorough luggage screenings and super-tight airport security (especially if you’re flying with El Al). Oh, and yes, when visiting some holy sites, it’s best to cover up your arms and legs but otherwise, it’s not a problem at all. Just be sure to leave the ultra-mini and tube tops at home.
Nowadays, I don’t hesitate at all to encourage my friends to travel to Jordan or to Israel. And while I could go on and on with all of the reasons why, I think it might just be easier to show them to you like this:
Diners at Hashem Restaurant in Amman, Jordan //(c) Deanna Ting 2010
My first glimpse of the Treasury at Petra. //(c) Deanna Ting 2010
Bedouins in Wadi Rum, Jordan //(c) Deanna Ting 2010
The tracks we left in the Wadi Rum desert //(c) Deanna Ting 2010
Sunset on the Dead Sea in Jordan //(c) Deanna Ting 2010
Kids at a kibbutz in Israel //(c) Deanna Ting 2010
A Nazarene dancer //(c) Deanna Ting 2010
A snapshot from the underground Crusader tunnels in Akko, Israel //(c) Deanna Ting 2010
The Wailing Wall in Jerusalem //(c) Deanna Ting 2010
Beachgoers in Tel Aviv //(c) Deanna Ting 2010
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