Deep in the heart of Japan we learned how to make noodles. Two elderly ladies, one eighty two and the other eighty one, were very proud to show some inquisitive visitors how they have made noodles for their entire life. You could tell they had a deep and genuinelove of their craft.
This is Thornbury Castle Hotel in South Gloucestershire in England. We were one of the few guest that DID NOT fly in! One of my memories was as my wife and I got to the top of the winding stairs to our room, with a key as big as my wife, she dropped our new camera and it went rattling down the stairs.
Better to keep mouth closed, than open it and remove all doubt. or,
Sometimes silence is the best answer.
I have always been an introvert. One who says very little in meetings. I’d rather be in the audience than the presenter. Rather be behind the camera than in front.
The gentleman in the picture when I asked if I could take his picture just pointed to a little sign (which I have cropped out) that said “Photos $2” I guess he must be asked that question quite a few times every day. I know I will never be able to making a living that way.
There was a recent post on WordPress asking readers what is the furthest from home you have ever been. I guess my answer would be around 7,648 miles. That would be at the equator in Nanyuki, Kenya.
On one side of the equator the water drains clockwise and on the other side it drains counter-clockwise. Across the street was a little trading posts. I never realized that my wife could be a very good negotiator. She traded the inexpensive wrist watch she was wearing for some local crafts. I think she got a the best of the deal.
What is the furthest you have been away from your home?