If you look over to the right of your screen you’ll see some beautiful photographs have appeared. (That’s if you’re on a PC; if you’re on a mobile device, scroll down. You’ll get there. This site’s theme is ‘fully responsive’ but there’s no way to make a site render the same way on a 1600×1200 monitor as on a 5-inch phone screen.) At last, a really nice WordPress theme that does the job for photographers.
As a result of this happy event, I’ll be uploading regularly to Rod Fleming Photographs. I will try to upload twice a week; this may take some time.
The blog repeater on the right will update with the new posts instantly, but since this blog is mirrored on Tumblr and other locations that don’t have that, I will post weekly updates about this. So here’s the first.
On the 25th of February, we went to Malolos, the capital of Bulacan, to see a ladyboy parade; but it never appeared. Ladyboy levels of disorganisation are, of course, legendary, in addition to which, they were probably working on Filipino time, which makes ‘manana’ sound urgent. Still, a couple of nice cold Red Horses and some good pictures. Continue reading “Malolos: Street photography and ladyboys”
The Philippines has become very important to me over the last four years. It’s now the focus of much of my life and I want to spend more time there. The winters in France are just too cold for me now.
When you visit a country for longer periods, months at a time, as I do, you can’t do quite what the holiday tourist does. It’s partly to do with budgets but also with burnout. You have to learn to chill and take it easy.
Flying out to the Philippines
Before the start is always the bit that has me in a fankle. I get travel stress a week before The Flight. No matter how long I give myself for preparation the last few days are a nightmare — and I always forget something. (This time it was the sandwiches for the train — but I had time to go back.)
Because I live in rural France, just getting to the airport is a journey. I take the train from Chagny to Charles de Gaulle airport. You can either go direct to Paris Gare de Lyon and then get the RER across to Roissy, or take a direct train. I do the latter. And after nearly missing the flight on a previous trip to the Philippines — because of a train delay — I always leave a lot of time now.
When I find myself on the platform at Chagny, it’s OK. The pressure goes away. I’m in the pipe now, and at the other end of it is the Philippines. All I have to do is get on the right trains and planes and I’ll get there.