The thunderous convergence of Rotterdam Unlimited

It was as though I could hear the thunder before I saw the lightning. My high stool could have rocked – if my ear drums hadn’t trembled and knocked me off onto the pavement. The beer vibrated within its glass, which pulsed atop rhythmic shockwaves drawing near. Then, everything stopped: the quake on the ground, the air-shattering thuds… MORE »

Dinner at the Helsinki Fire Station

The evening gust caressed me and cooled me down; I hadn’t noticed my body was overheating – from climbing up almost-ten storeys of the watchtower, no doubt, but was that another source simmering in my pores from spending the last three hours in the kitchen? My gaze hopped over the balcony’s barrier and captured my reward:… MORE »

A photographic sketch of Rauma

Question was: which house to look at? Structurally, every wood-panelled lodging in Rauma’s historic Old Town seemed uniform. To walk amongst them was like miniaturising myself and meandering within a diorama; aligning the grids of side streets and public squares, they may well be model houses mass-manufactured in the same design, in minute variations of shapes and frameworks. Yet… MORE »

Cargo ship over “Instagram Pier”, Hong Kong

The locals called it the “Instagram Pier”; and at a time as photographer-luring as impending sunset, it didn’t take much figuring out why this dockland of Hong Kong Island, near Kennedy Town, was fittingly named so. It’s swarming with cameras, smartphones, tripods and assorted props. A wedding-attired couple idled whilst their photographer preyed for dusk. The… MORE »

Fishermen and the port, Gallipoli

Gallipoli at midday couldn’t be more saturated with the incinerating sunshine of Puglia. It fell heavily on my eyelids, overexposing on my eyes so that my visual surroundings – beige limestone rocks, azure hues from the skies to waters and the painted vessels in between – were enshrouded in a blinding haze. I could feel… MORE »

Thank you, and thank you for your patience

“Gracias por su paciencia.” In my head, I repeated the Spanish phrase, enunciating the last word some five times. Pa-thee-en-thee-a. A bit trickier than its English equivalent – three extra syllables and some lisping, to be precise – but they surely sounded similar. I was standing outside the hotel pecking a cigarette when I plucked out my… MORE »