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Category Archives: Photography
Cerro Rico: The Mountain that eats Men
Hier gibt es diesen Artikel auf Deutsch. My breathing is heavy. Never before have I been to a place as high in altitude – at about 4,300 meters – and as low in oxygen. But neither can I rest, nor can I … Continue reading
Sea Surveillance
Even on a boat in the middle of the Atlantic, you are being watched.
Posted in Philosophy, Photography, Politics, Travel
Tagged Atlantic, cruise, surveillance
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For the Fitness Fanatics
Always remember: This reminder was photographed on the cruise ship Sovereign, with which I crossed the Atlantic. The reason for the temporary limitation of physical activity was that the jogging route went around deck 7 and was exactly above the suites on deck … Continue reading
We even used to have a theater.
Lencois in Brazil is a typical town that had a boom (diamonds, in this case) and then a bust. Recently, tourism has revived it a bit. But where diamond miners still cared about music, opera and theater, tourists don’t. And another … Continue reading
You know you live in a rough neighborhood…
… if your neighbor puts up the horns of a bull next to his gate. (Photographed in the very peaceful village of Tiwanaku in Bolivia.)
Butterflies
Photographed at Tipnis National Park in Bolivia.
The Children of the Jungle
I hate the jungle. Heat, humidity, mosquitoes, mud, piranhas, butterflies, leeches in the water, snakes in the forest, crocodiles on the riverbanks, malaria, dengue fever, yellow fever, no orientation, no views, just trees after trees, from which all kind of crazy … Continue reading
Wake-Up Call in the Jungle
In the village of Buen Pastor which is an arduous one-day march from the last track which can still somehow be navigated by a vehicle, the day begins – in typical Bolivian fashion – with drums. This is the wake-up call for … Continue reading
Bay of Pigs
The real Bay of Pigs is not on Cuba, but on the eastern shore of Isla del Sol in Lake Titicaca in Bolivia. Here, the pigs have the beautiful beach to themselves. And even when a human being passes by, it doesn’t … Continue reading
After three weeks in the jungle
That’s how you enter: shaved, clean, excited. That’s how you come back after three weeks: with a beard, dirty, exhausted, and only alive thanks to a rifle purchased from an indigenous tribe.
