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Sunrise over Gunung Bromo is one of the earth's great spectacles. I first saw it, in less than perfect weather conditions, over twenty years ago. Back then there
The beautifully carved alter and decorations of the Man ancestral Hall between Tai Po and Fanling. The Man clan migrated to San Tin, in Hong Kong's New Territories during the fifteenth century. The hall was built in the middle of the seventeenth to honour Man Fat-po, an eighth generation ancestor.
The building follows the traditional style, with three halls and two courtyards between them. The ancestral tablets are housed in the middle hall. The building was also used as a school for clan youth.
Thong Pha Phum: Going to the dogs The soulful baying coming from the far side of the Kwai Noi was enough to make the Baskerville hound's fur stand on end. In the moonless night the floodlit Chedi of Wat Tha Kha Nun, perched high on it's limestone cliff, hung like a celestial flame above the town. I looked down at the
Thong Pha Phum: Going to the dogs The soulful baying coming from the far side of the Kwai Noi was enough to make the Baskerville hound's fur stand on end. In the moonless night the floodlit Chedi of Wat Tha Kha Nun, perched high on it's limestone cliff, hung like a celestial flame above the town. I looked down at the
Trishaws line up waiting for customers in Kathmandu's Durbar Square.