As an 85-year-old solo adventurer still travelling to remote areas of the world, I have published a series of books detailing my experiences, both good and bad. Called Every Nook and Cranny: A World Travel Guide, information is available on my website: www.fayeday.com Photographs will be posted on my blog
Thursday, June 28, 2018
cooking stall in the mountain town of Chitral, Pakistan
Monday, June 25, 2018
my driver and first police escort in Chitral, Pakistan
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Friday, June 22, 2018
stone village in Pakistan
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
flocks of sheep were prevalent even in town
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Monday, June 18, 2018
treading the fruit and stirring the sauce in rural Turkey
I was intrigued to encounter many women in baggy
pantaloons and headscarves making tomato sauce. The fruit, in
an elevated box with a spout, was trodden with bare feet (accompanied by
squishing, squelching and slurping sounds!) so that the resultant liquid ran into
large pans, which were then placed over an open fire in the yard and stirred
with long poles.
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Sunday, June 17, 2018
Antakya was the ancient Antioch of biblical times, founded in 300 BC. Vilified as the most debauched city of the Roman Empire, it was where Peter established the first Christian community, at one time headed by St Paul. The world’s first Christian church, St Peter’s Grotto, was here and St Barnabas also visited.
Saturday, June 16, 2018
I took a 45km side trip to one of the most photogenic towns in the Middle East, Maaloula in Syria. Clinging precariously to the slopes of the bare Al-Qalamoun Mountains, at an altitude of 1, 625m in the foothills of the Anti Lebanon Range, the prominent blue dome and squat tower of the fourth-century Mar Sarkis (St Sergius) Monastery lay at its centre. Mostly inhabited by a Greek Orthodox population, Aramaic, a dialect dating from the first millennium BC and the language spoken by Jesus, was still used here. Blue or white flat-roofed houses were cradled in crevices below dun-coloured tors with aprons of green and the blue canopy of the sky overhead. Wandering the maze of narrow stepped alleys, I was struck by dwellings built close together and almost on top of each other. Little lanes wound between high stone walls and under vaults, rustic ladders leant against the sides of buildings, and a few struggling shrubs were evident in tins on any available space. One row lined the roof of a room constructed above one of the many arches braced by heavy log beams that spanned alleys. Decorated doors were recessed into stone or whitewashed stuccoed walls (even some streets were whitewashed!), and there were several towers and domes topped with crosses in this Christian community.
Friday, June 15, 2018
Thursday, June 14, 2018
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
a mother's love
This picture, which I have titled a mother's love, is of an African pygmy bushman. Amongst the world's most disadvantaged people, it is a community destroyed by drugs.
Thursday, June 7, 2018
fruits and vegetables always made colourful pictures
chickens and offal were common commodities in the market
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
butcher shop in Qissa Khawani Bazaar Peshawar
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
boy selling beans on a street in Peshawar
‘restaurant’ in Qissa Khawani Bazaar Peshawar Pakistan
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