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		<description><![CDATA[In 1997, I worked my ass off at two jobs and saved every penny that I could so that I could take a two month trip through Indonesia with a friend of mine. It was well worth it. I was 29 and it was my first trip overseas. In those two months, we visited six [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In 1997, I worked my ass off at two jobs and saved every penny that I could so that I could take a two month trip through Indonesia with a friend of mine. It was well worth it. I was 29 and it was my first trip overseas. In those two months, we visited six islands; Bali, Lombok, Gili Air, Flores, Komodo and Sumbawa.<br />
Here are some B &amp; W&#8217;s&#8230;</p>
<p><span class="labels2"><a title="&lt;p&gt;There are so many things that I love about this photo. The eyes, the dress, the background action, the fact that I wasn't sick anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was taken in Flores in a town called Labuhanbajo. Say it, it's fun: &lt;em&gt;Labuhanbajo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the town where the ferry from Komodo stops if you are heading East, which we were. I arrived in this town sick as a dog. I ate some bad fish in Bima right before going to Komodo and caught some godforsaken parasite. It festered in my belly for two days and then , on the ferry from Komodo, that damn parasite took a legitimate hold and I was curled up in a ball the whole way to Labuhanbajo. I started my antibiotics as soon as I got there (after staying a night in a horrible hotel that the guide book says, &quot;...harbors one of Indonesia's most wonderful collection of losmen scalawags.&quot; Nice. Anyway, the next morning, my buddy Matt found us better digs up on a hill overlooking the harbor where I convalesced for a full two full days. I will not get into the details of said convalescence. It was THE WORST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the third day, I was finally returning to a normal physical state. I was sitting on the porch of our rented room with Matt when we heard a strange commotion. We would hear loud shouts for a minute or two and then silence for a few more minutes following. Then the shouting would start all over again. Matt asked what I thought it was and - I swear to God - I said it sounded like a game of Tug-O-War. Matt asked if I felt up to going down to check it out and, since I was feeling better, I said yes and grabbed my camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lo and behold, it was a freaking Tug-O-War match down in this huge field. It looked as if the whole town was there and Matt, speaking wonderful Indonesian, concluded that it was &lt;em&gt;TWO&lt;/em&gt; towns. When the locals spotted us, they begged for us to join in. I was still not 100% so I said no thank you and started taking photos of the competition. Man oh man, they all cheated like &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;! Who knew!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of my photos from this event were pretty dull but as soon as I pulled the trigger on this photo, I knew it was going to be good and I am very pleased with the way it came out.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/tug_of_war.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Tug of War - Flores Indonesia" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/tug-of-war-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;p&gt;This was taken in Maluk, Sumbawa. We were sleeping on the local school teacher's floor for a bit before we headed East to Flores. It was a pretty good gig actually. We surfed a spot called Super Suck that we could walk to in about a half of an hour. The reef gave me a good thrashing one day but it was well worth it considering the waves we surfed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a photograph of the head of the cow or water buffalo or whatever kind of bovine you want to call it that was slaughtered for our host's daughter's wedding that was to happen the next day. We unfortunately missed the wedding but I won't say why. Let's just say that it had to do with Australian surfers and copious amounts of Bintang beer and that, come sunrise, I had to search all over town for my travel partner (who I found wrapped in a large black plastic trash bag on a thatched roof platform near the beach).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Good times.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/slaughter.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Slaughtered" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/slaughter-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;p&gt;The night markets. They were fantasic. We loved exploring the diversity of the wares being sold. And by 'exploring', I mean 'eating'. And by 'diversity of wares', I mean 'delicious foods'. It was great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One night in Sumbawa Besar, after munching on a bunch of 'cart fare', we came across a pool hall. It was very moody inside and I hoped I could capture that feeling. I knew I needed a long exposure because of the low light but I was without a tripod so I set my camera down in a windowsill. I grabbed two frames before we were spotted by the pool players. They waved us in and invited us to play with them.  We hadn't been drinking at all (only eating the wonderful night market food) but the only thing I remember about playing pool with the locals was that, on close inspection, the tables were completely homemade. The sizes were strange and the angles were a bit wonky. The felt didn't fit right either but it was great. It was just a table with six holes in it and we were all playing on the same field. There was no competition. It was great. The locals seemed very excited to be playing with us gringos and we were excited to be playing with them. I would imagine that they don't get many tourists out at night in Sumbawa Besar (or in Sumbawa Besar at all, for that matter) willing to hunker down at the local pool hall but...there we were! It was wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/pool-hall.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Pool Hall" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/pool-hall-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;p&gt;Ubud, Bali, Indonesia. You couldn't stand on the street for an hour without some kind of parade passing by. This being my first trip abroad, I was spellbound whenever they occurred. So much so that it was hard for me to remember to bring the camera up to my eye. (Such a rookie.) I just wanted to soak it up as the locals passed by in their finery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I got this one. And the next one&lt;/a&gt;. I like 'em.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/parade.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Parade" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/parade-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;p&gt;Ubud, Bali, Indonesia. Another parade photo. Another photo of a an Indonesian child. Why? Who knows. They were so easy to photograph, maybe.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/parade-02.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Parade" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/parade-02-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;p&gt;Ubud, Bali, Indonesia. The market. Everyone goes there. Locals and tourists alike. I think we went there every day weather to shop or just to get some local interaction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a multi-level complex and this photo is taken off of the balcony of the second level. I remember taking it like it was yesterday. I can even visualize the things that are outside of the frame. Crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't think this is a great photo or even good but I do like the gray scale occurring in the fruit down in the bottom of the frame.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/market.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Market" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/market-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;p&gt;Keli Mutu, Flores, Indonesia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This place was wonderful. Keli Mutu is a volcano made up of three crazy calderas, each with a different color lake inside. And they don't stay the same color. They change &lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt; as the caldera walls leach different minerals into the water. Crazy, huh? Freakin' cool I tell you what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keli Mutu was our Eastenmost goal on this trip and, (Sorry, Matt) my cohort almost missed it.&lt;p&gt;If you dont want to walk the 13 kilometers up to the top of Keli Mutu but you still want to see the thing, you need to wake up at around three-thirty AM to catch a truck to the top. Why so early? Generally, clouds roll in after sunrise and will spoil any view of the calderas whatsoever. The first night we were there, I was in bed early knowing that I had an early wakeup call. My amigo was 'out late' that night and, when the time came to catch the truck, my buddy could not be roused. And I tried, too. It happens some times. Matt continued to sleep as I was transported to the top of Kelimutu in a large open air truck with a whole bunch of other gringos and locals alike.&lt;p&gt;Our group was dropped off and we had a short hike to the viewing area after paying our park fee. From the top we watched the sun rise and the calderas slowly revealed themselves to us. It was beautiful. Something really cool about Kelimutu is that there is no protective railing. You could walk right up to edge and jump in if you want to. Apparently they used to loose tourists every year but I was to excited and I ended up circling two of the calderas right along the edge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ended up hiking back down to Ende instead of riding the bus back down. Once back down I hooked up with Matt and said that we had to go back up the next day. He couldn't miss it, I told him. The next morning we both got on the truck and went back to the summit. Matt did get to see the calderas but the fog came in as soon as the sun came up so his views were a bit spoiled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the thick fog did create a moody atmosphere and I took this shot.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/keli-mutu.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Kelimutu" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/keli-mutu-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;p&gt;Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Them men love their fighting cocks in Indonesia. And they love to show them to you if you ask. Considering the violence of the sport, they treat these animals with loving care - bathing them, massaging them, ensuring a proper diet - before they tie a long sharp blade to it's strongest leg and fight it against an equally cared for and weaponized chicken. It is an illegal sport but it happens in practically every village.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/fighting-cock.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Fighting Cock" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/fighting-cock-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;p&gt;This was taken on the ferry from Bali to Lombok. No story here. We were just hanging out at the back of the boat with a bunch of kids staring at us wanting me to take their picture. I had to fake a shutter sound a thousand times just so I wouldn't waste my film taking pictures of everyone who asked. On this photo I actually did release the shutter. No kidding, right?&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/ferry.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Ferry to Lombok" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/ferry-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;p&gt;This was taken on Indonesias Independence Day in Maluk, Sumbawa. As soon as you pull out a camera in Indonesia, you will be swarmed by kids. Sometimes that is OK.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/independence-day.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Independance Day" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/independence-day-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a></span><br />
&#8230;and here are a few color slides&#8230;</p>
<p><span class="labels2"><a title="&lt;/p&gt;This is a rice paddy with a bit of tilt-shift action applied. This was taken somewhere near Ubud, Bali.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/rice-paddy.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Rice Paddy" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/rice-paddy-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;p&gt;We went to the Barong dances twice when we were in Ubud. I was amazed. Transfixed even. Their grace is hard to describe. The music of the accompanying Gamelan was equally as impressive.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/welcome-dance.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Welcome Dance" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/welcome-dance-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;p&gt;When we were staying on the school teachers floor in Maluk, Sumbawa, we were invited to visit the school and teach the kids a bit of English. Well, Matt did the teaching while I took some photographs.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/peekers.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Peekers" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/peekers-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a><a title="&lt;/p&gt;We were sitting in a restaurant finishing up our meal when the light hit this kid just right.&lt;/p&gt;" rel="lightbox[indonesia]" href="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/boy-eating.jpg"><img class="thumb" title="Boy Eating Supper" src="http://www.bigplastichead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/boy-eating-thumb.jpg" alt="" width="52" height="52" /></a></span></p>
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