A Mongolian herdsman moving cattle to greener and warmer pastures.
After getting my fill of requisite Taj Mahal sunrise watching, I spent at least as much time crowd watching. It's one of the most heavily visited monuments in Asia, everyone takes their turn at posing with eternal beauty. You know the routine; group shots, awkward solo shots, sexy "now I am lying on my side" shots and hundreds of people repeating the same optical illusion where you pretend to pinch the top spire between your index finger and your thumb. The daily crush of snapshot moments is the unexpected, fascinating spectacle that completes the new World Wonder experience.
The best corned beef and pastrami in New York, a city with pastrami and corned beef on every corner, is served 24 hours a day at the Second Avenue Deli. It may not actually be on Second Avenue anymore, but the new name-defying outlet on 33rd and 3rd still serves some of the finest/heaviest Jewish Deli fare in the city. Take the number 6 train and prepare yourself for a long table wait.
A slice of one of the "chill out" islands owned by the five star El Nido resorts in Palawan, Philippines. On this day, it was completely deserted, except for the film crew working on French "Survivor." Tres bien.
On the occasion of Johnny Depp's hand and footprint ceremony in 2005, I wandered down to Grauman's Chinese Theatre to get a taste of some true, unapologetic Hollywood mania. In addition to an across-the-street glimpse of Johnny Depp, I got an eyeful of other people's viewfinders, feverish fans dressed like Willy Wonka and Edward Scissorhands and more than a few elbows thrown in the name of celebrity adoration. What's more Hollywood than that?
Hang in there, baby.
The heart and soul of The Philippines lives in the thousands of tiny fishing villages scattered across more than 7,000 islands. Village life is harsh, but from hardship can come beautifully simple craftsmanship. Last summer, I wanted something to remember my time on the central island of Bantayan, a classic Asian purgatory of beauty, poverty and wonderful people. After a patient week of chatting up some local fishermen, I finally convinced one of them to part with an old squid fishing lure. For a modest price, of course. Hand carved, googly eyed, covered in squid guts; a perfect souvenir.
Few moments feel more perfect than cresting a mountain pass in Mongolia, reveling in that moment before you're lost again to the most beautiful, unforgiving wilderness in the world.
Los Angeles, America. Everyone is killing themselves slowly with liquor and sunshine, marching in a parade of delusion that is endless and captivating. Life here is relaxed and precarious, like the whole thing could float off into the Pacific Ocean at any moment and everyone would still be comforting each other with the same conversation. "I'm not doing much, but I have a few projects started, stuff I'm working on." One major studio is interested. I'll need a Creative Director. We'll talk. Next week is better. Next week is perfect. Wait, what's today? Perfect.
Fresh negro mole tamales for sale in the Mercado de 20 Septiembre in Oaxaca city, Mexico.
Sloan Schang has been a member since 10 November 2007 and goes by SloanSchang.
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I am a freelance writer, photographer and frequent traveler obsessed with finding authenticity in even the most inauthentic moments. I live (mostly) in Portland, Oregon.
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