Words: Mark | Photographs: Johanna Art of the Young. The Art of Everyone. In Bali, the gentleman who offers to take us to our hotel from the airport asks me what we do for a living and I say we make art. He looks baffled but says nothing more. Only later, after having seen Ubud, did I […]
https://salipawpaw.com/travel-party/ Our very first post on our new blog: An Illustrated List of All the Different People to See the World With. Which one are you? EDIT: That blog has died, the post is still alive here though: https://medium.com/around-the-world-and-back-again/an-illustrated-list-of-the-different-people-to-see-the-world-with-10660ab54bc3#.r045ef3ji
I have a mild fear of heights. When I look over the balcony of a five-storey building the sky starts to spin, my head becomes lighter and I hear the caps of my knees tick. So when we took a 30-minute cable car ride up to Ngong Ping- Hong Kong’s second highest peak – you can imagine how much fun I had.
When I was 5, my father introduced me to Enid Blyton and her world of goblins, elves and toys that came alive. I was into the Grimm brothers then and the bright-eyed teens of Riverdale and Blyton was a welcome addition. Days were spent drawing scenes from the books or recreating them using my own toys.
One afternoon last month, us kids (at heart) made our way through a maze of strange alleys and found the MINT Museum, a building full of TOYS from the 1800’s to the 1900’s and it was there that I was taken back to that year with Enid Blyton and found myself face-to-face with Noddy, Golly and many other characters from my childhood.
MINT, also known as Moment of Imagination and Nostalgia with Toys, is a kid’s dream come true – 5 storeys of vintage toys from all over the world! We relived our childhoods that afternoon – days spent with G.I. Joe, Tintin, Mickey, Donald, Popeye, Astro Boy, matchbox cars and the countless toys that kept us company many years ago.
We left the museum with wide grins. We felt like kids again.
a Happy Garaje weekend in primary colors
The Old Quarter in Hanoi must be what it feels like to live inside a hive. Along these narrow streets lined with hotels, houses, shops and restaurants runs the energetic stream of motorcycles and people – tourists, merchants and residents – in a pace that is constant and vibrant.
Photos from Hoan Kiem Lake