A photo journey deep into a Malaysian Market
A photo journey deep into a Malaysian Market
September 19, 2010. In and around Kuala Lumpur are a huge variety of markets selling a whole host of products that range from freshly caught fish to traditional fabrics and garments. Take a walk through one of these markets and you'll experience a small snapshot of the local way of life. Markets can be a great way to immerse yourself into the thick of things - there is so much going on that it truly is a feast for the senses.
Personally, I love markets and they are one of the first places I head off to when I'm in a new location. After arriving in KL I scouted a market that was situated around the Chinese and Indian districts called Masjid India. The actual name of the street is Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman. Approaching Masjid India I could feel my anticipation rise and I prepared my senses for the incoming onslaught.
As I rounded the corner to the start of the street market I could see the yellow and blue roofs of the individual stalls that each shop occupies, the number of people grew and soon, without really knowing it, I'm right in the thick of things with no real space to move about.
Preparations first - Aperture Priority mode is selected, ISO is bumped to 200, and the exposure compensation is increased to 0.33ev. I can now control the depth of focus whilst making sure I don't miss a photo opportunity due to a slow shutter speed.
Initially I'm overwhelmed and I'm not really sure what to look at, what to photograph, or how to behave but that soon changes and I begin to feel right at home. I enjoy the more candid photos so I try to not to announce myself before I take any photo, however sometimes, as I come to realise, this can't be helped. Afterwards, I like to show the person I've photographed the photo I took - a great way to break the ice allowing you to take additional photos of locals and their stall.
Early into Masjid India the temperature rises, noise increases and the smells from all the different foods, flowers as well as the people (including myself) intensifies. Unfazed I continue onwards. The one thing that stands out most is the vibrancy and colour of the place - everything is a different colour and nothing is at all dull.
There is so much to take in and as I slowly make my way through the market I observe as much as possible. Not an easy task as every store is different - clearly with no organisation or planning. One stall could be selling towels, the next traditional garments and the following a local culinary item - chicken wrapped in bamboo. Absolutely barmy but fantastic all at the same time.
The further I walk on the more fascinated I become by the local food. I strike up conversations with the stall keepers so I can better understand what is on offer. As I foreigner I get the feeling they're enthusiastic to share a piece of their world - I'm even offered a sample free of charge!
One saying I really like, I don't know who said it first is, "I'd rather regret something I did than regret not doing it" or something to that effect. I feel I should be trying any or all of these new dishes and feel guilty whenever I pass up on the opportunity. I justify missing the chance on some dishes by claiming I've tried them elsewhere, such as chicken feet - I've had the Chinese Dim Sum version so I don't need to try the Malay curry version, really I don't. Even though it looks so appetizing!
Likewise with fish balls, which I've had back in Hong Kong. However, I would actually recommend these although for some reason I'm not that hungry right now.
Or perhaps chicken floss. Still, I'm captivated by the colour and presentation of all these cuisines - there is something utterly unique about seeing food displayed as such. Such order from chaos.
I move onwards and push myself through the remainder of Masjid India, however I soon find I'm ready to leave. I've spent the better part of 3 hours roaming around the market observing and experiencing as much as possible. I've conversed with the locals, tried their food and I leave with a better understanding of what life is really like in Kuala Lumpur. I reckon I've exhausted all I can from Masjid India and throw in the towel hoping I've got something in the camera to express my afternoon.
I have a feeling I'll be back.
An overnight adventure on the wall
An overnight adventure on the wall
August 8, 2010. I have spent 5 out of the last 12 months in Beijing, China where my goal was to get to grips with Mandarin along with enjoying myself. I was less than a year out of university but had already seen through a couple of short term event contracts so I was prepared to give myself a little break. Of course, it helped that my parents were pretty encouraging!
First impressions of Beijing fitted exactly with the stereotyped image I'd created. The pollution was terrible - I could hardly see beyond 300m - the traffic was ridiculous and everywhere was extremely dry and dirty. However, this all changed after two weeks. The skies cleared up and there wasn't a single cloud to be seen. Furthermore, I had got used the craziness that was Beijing and as I was starting to speak a little mandarin I was beginning to thoroughly enjoy myself.
Around this time I was lucky enough to be given the opportunity to go hiking with an overnight camp on the Great Wall of China. Sods law though, the day I got there it was wet, misty and I didn't get to see any decent views along the wall. Luckily though, at the very end when it started to clear up and we could see about 1.5km ahead instead of 500 I was able to capture a worth while shot.
Later that night I built a little shelter out of a few plastic raincoats and some loose sticks on the top of a guard tower. I don't need to share my "tent" because it wasn't much to look at, but believe me sleeping in it was fantastic. I was right up against the wall, which protected me from the wind and kept me warm, and as the clouds cleared I got a full view of the stars above. You can't get much better than sleeping on the Great Wall of China with nothing between yourself and the stars above except some disposable plastic rain coats!
The next morning I got up early to catch the sun rise and with the mist rolling up and over the Wall I was optimistic for a pretty cool sunrise. Well, just as the sun crept above the horizon the mist went into overdrive and completely wiped us out!
After a quick breakfast, a few of us committed ones continued along the Wall whilst the rest walked back down to the village and took the early bus back into Beijing. They missed big time out because the mist disappeared, the sun came out and we had the most stunning walk. We were so privileged to see views that stretched out for as far as the eye could see and the Great Wall just went on and on for miles!
What made both of the days special was that I was lucky to see the wall under two contrasting conditions. The mist and rain of the first day and the absolute clarity of the second day. We were trekking away from the main tourist route on a somewhat wild part of the Great Wall which added to the sense of danger and adventure and the fact that we hardly saw anyone else other than members of our group over the two days made it that much better.
Exhausted but satisfied we got on the bus back to home to Beijing and all promptly fell fast asleep. However when I got home the night was still crystal clear and I felt I had to take the most of the opportunity. I only had a week or so left and you could never tell when the pollution would return and so I climbed my bike and cycled to the Olympic Park. I couldn't leave Beijing without a photo of the two iconic stadiums!
The 'Birds Nest' and the 'Water Cube' need to be seen in the flesh - well in steel and plastic! Photos can capture the colour but the grandeur and coolness of these stadiums just has to be experienced. With so many options and varieties in which to capture the two stadiums I strode out a big figure of 8 (around and through the two) to try and find the best vantage point. I spent longer looking and walking around the 'Water Cube' because the blue is just addictive to look at.
I had to leave that time after a month but the taste I got for the city and the experiences I gathered were enough for me to engineer a return later that year and again the following year. I would so like to return to China experience a different area of this vast country but if you have the opportunity to go to Beijing, it's a no-brainer. Get on the plane, you won't regret it!