I’ve had this photo sitting around for a long time as I posted a similar one shortly after getting back from Guatemala.
It’s late, so I picked a picture that speaks for itself… to find out more on this pic, click here.
I was walking past a building that appeared to be under renovations and liked the look of the staircase, so let myself in to take a photo. It was pretty creepy in there. It was quite a bit darker than the photo, lit by the open door, makes it appear. Then, I heard banging and voices upstairs. I didn’t want to have to try to explain what I was doing in there so took this photo as quickly as possible.
After realising that the line for La Sagrada Familia was ridiculous, it took me twenty minutes to walk to the front and back, we decided to take advantage of the option to prebook a ticket. So, we went to lunch prior to tracking down one of the only ATMs in Barcelona that actually allowed you to buy tickets for a number of monuments.
We got lucky as, when we were trying to book tickets on our phones, with no way to print a ticket and low on battery, an American on the table next to us not only shared our Tapas with us but filled us in about this magic cash point.
Once we got back to La Sagrada Familia, we had some time to kill so went into the park across the street (actually looking for a bathroom) and I found this photo.
I don’t normally like cranes and scaffolding in my pictures, but it’s part of the story of Gaudi’s amazing building as it’s been under construction for a very very long time.
The first view of Lake Atitlan was from up high on a winding road. Across the lake I could see the volcanoes I had read about. They each had a cloud sitting on top of them like a little hat. I managed to catch this one before the cloud moved on as the day heated up.
The dock in the foreground is one of the lake’s ferry stops, the little white boat is a ferry. I couldn’t figure out if there was a schedule or if they just bounced around the lake. People would wait for quite a while for a boat to turn up heading to where they were going.
It was a chilly morning in Rome, not as cold as London had been, but brisk. The marble that covers Rome was coated in a light dew. I was wearing an old pair of sneakers. The grip on them had been worn down to the point where I was walking on slicks. Rome was treacherous.
I’d slipped, tripped and slid my way around the Pantheon taking photos I thought were pretty good. Then, this guy decided to pull up with a horse and buggy, left it positioned perfectly while he had a coffee nearby, and I realised I’d have to do it all again.
Despite not having a replacement pair, the shoes found their resting place in a Roman trash can later that day.
This is the first picture I took on my most recent trip to Amsterdam. We arrived and our room wasn’t ready so we’d put our bags in storage. I went for a wander around the area to check it out, camera in hand, but had forgotten to take my tripod out of the bag I put in storage – a mistake I always seem to make. Still, there was a golden light at the end of the morning and I figured I should be able to get a few good pictures.
To get to this vantage point we hired a tuk tuk to take us up the volcano. There’s a weird shack there with a viewpoint on top. The ground floor housed less than friendly dogs that snarled as we walked past. The tuk tuk driver hadn’t told us there was a charge for the viewing platform when we decided to hire him to take us up the hill, but sure enough, this weird structure in the middle of nowhere had a ticket booth complete with turnstiles.
The view back across the lake was pretty spectacular though.









