Posts from the ‘mexico city’ Category
All checked in. Almost two hours ’til boarding time. Hey – how about a little airport street photography?
Here – a brief seventeen minutes after it began – endeth the merry tale of the airport street photographer. It endeth abruptly because a gentle policeman approached me asking whether i was taking photographs. Camera in hand, i beamed my smilest and said “Oh, no. Of course not…”
He said “Good, because it’s not allowed.” And then, leaning in a little closer as i was putting the camera away for good, added: “I’m about to go to the other terminal now. In five minutes, you can start again…”
Adios, Mexico! (for now…)
Mexico City streets in monochrome. A photo essay.
My Mexican days are almost over. But i couldn’t resist taking my camera for a stroll on the streets – several of which closed to traffic – around my hostel in the city’s hitoric center. Which is on Calle Regina – hence the title.
Mexico City is vibrant, bright, colorful and people really enjoy each other’s company. A great place to be, a wonderful people to photograph.
where i stay when i go. a photo essay in black and white (and a bit of red) on backpackers’ hostels and the people who inhabit them.
PART I – THE STAFF
PART II – THE PLACES
PART III – THE GUESTS
each and every hostel has it’s own personality. it’s days. it’s moods…
about the guests. any person who enjoys sharing a kitchen, a dormitory, a sink, a drink, a meal and a smoke with other travellers from every corner of the globe can only be a friendly, optimistic, honest, positive person. people tend to smile a lot in hostels. in the good ones, anyway. like the ones suggested by the good people you meet along the way. they are never wrong.
about the hostel staff. about half are locals by now used to crazy gringos and their ways. the rest are travellers who don’t have much cash but have fallen hopelessly in love with some place along the road. so they get a job working a few hours a day in a hostel, and then they stay as long as their heart desires. in the place they love. these, some say, are the wiser ones.
as a traveler, i spend about three months a year in hostels. at the price of 6 to 8 euros (say around ten us dollars), staying in hostels almos seems like it’s cheaper to travel than to stay home. it’s a lot more fun, though…
if i may offer one word of advice, always choose a hostel with a guest kitchen…
pictures taken between december 2011 and february 2012