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A pale morning sky over a half plowed/half stubble farm field with an oak standing guard on the border.
This is a rather different photograph from my usual style in that it has a person in it. It is a legal requirement to take an armed guard with you if you go into the Simien Mountains near the Eritrean border. This guard just sat around quietly while we watched wildlife. When he sat with this spectacular backdrop I took his photograph. He then asked me for the T-shirt I was wearing. I asked him if he wanted the shirt off my back but I don't think he understood the joke.
Ares and Zeus, the watchdogs of the compound we stayed in Mallorca.
There is something special about these red collars. That compound is too large to fence it in. So it has an electric cable running underground around its border. Crossing this the dogs would feel an electric shock - thus they know how far they may freely roam.
Texture by Andrea Rusky again. Thanks!
Guarding her borders XM607 stands as the testament of strength, agility, poise and defender of the realm!
North Korean soldiers guard the banks of the Yalu River near the North Korean town of Sinuiju, opposite the Chinese border city of Dandong, April 4, 2010. A train thought to be carrying Kim Jong-il to China appears to have been a cargo freighter on a journey unrelated to the reclusive North Korean leader, witnesses at the border said on Saturday. REUTERS/Jacky Chen (NORTH KOREA - Tags: POLITICS MILITARY)
The Curonian Spit, named after one of the early Baltic tribes that inhabited the region, is a curious place, a 60 mile-long finger of sand that stretches upwards from Russian Kaliningrad to within a handshake of the Lithuanian mainland, separating the waters of the Baltic Sea from the Curonian lagoon. The northern 32 miles of this peninsula belong to Lithuania, accessed by ferry from the port of Klaipeda. Make the short hop across the strait and you reach a National Park and Unesco World Heritage Site of astonishing beauty.
Few of my photographer friends call me a lady of the desert and to be true to that name, I have to post yet another shot from sand dunes - this time from European continent. It must have been raining all day/night before I got there as there were no usual shapes and shadows I could play with. Luckily I had some lovely clouds I could nicely incooperate into the shot. I also should not forget to mention that the best and cleanest (from footprints) part of the dunes was just at the border with Russia and I was rather lucky to get to this guarded area without being noticed and yes I have pretend I dont see any of those NO ENTRY sings !! :-)) I was caught on the way back by a border guard and escorted to my car which I parked in no entry zone.. luckily all was ok when I tried my "I know nothing" method :-)) so much fun and adventure to get shots you want :-))
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It was near sundown when the two Guards stopped to make camp. The Geirstad guards looked nervous and fearful; pausing and staring at every crush of a dead leaf or crack of a fallen branch. The brown haired man knelt down to collect twigs and branches scattered amidst the undergrowth, while the dark haired Soldier gathered his bow and his quiver of arrows to keep watch. The light was nearly gone now, and night would soon begin.
The Gothi troops moved quickly through the forest, splitting up into multiple groups to find the remnants of the Geirstad force, largely compiled of former bandits and crooks, that was attacked by a large group of enemies in the woods near the Svealand border, and the survivors are scattered throughout the Eastern border woodlands. The Gothi are Coastal Raiders from Snömark, the Northern most Jarldom.
As the Gothi were moving over a ridge they spotted a small campfire. Friend or foe, the Gothi were headed towards it. As the camp came into view, the dying light illuminated the two Geirstad soldiers; the leather lamellar armor coated in dirt, blood and sweat, pants torn and the overwhelming smell of body odor and stale blood was ever present. The three Gothi Warriors, led by Hersir Gunnar, and two Drengr: Brom and Bjorn.
"Hei! Good day!" Shouted Gunnar as they closed in on the campsite.
"Hei, and who are you?" Inquired the Brown haired man who appeared to be the leader, slowly stringing his bow.
"Where are your manners?" joked Gunnar
"Fire is needed by the newcomer
Whose knees are frozen numb;
Meat and clean linen a man needs
Who has fared across the fells.
Water, too, that he may wash before eating,
Hand cloths and a hearty welcome,
Courteous words, then courteous silence
That he may tell his tale. Have you not read the Havamal?" Gunnar continued smiling, offering his arm to the Geirstad guard. The Guard smiled back and grabbed his arm and shook.
"I'm Hersir Gunnar, Officer with the Gothi Coastal Raiders, and you?"
"Sven, guard from Geirstad. Are you here to help us track them down?"
"Track who down? What are you-" A large roar, followed by very many more shook the night air. "This will be a long night..."
Gruun, jit-shuuret! Ayi uunén sduuns yi g'kellfth ee te'e
guhfi. Kiizsh ho gi xiin kiizsh te.
Halt, traveler! This stream marks the border of our land. Cross it and you cross us.
Science fantasy - like Loreos in space... right?
Anyway, please grace my build with your comments. :)
There are notes explaining obscure details of the alien culture on the picture.
EDIT: Not anymore, thanks Flickr!
"Having been the first troops from Loreos have come into the land of Lanfald, Mr. Rose has decided to strictly guard their border section. Yet what hangs out between the bushes?"
Find it out!
A trip up to Bewcastle to photograph the church last week and decided to take one of the ruined old "Bewcastle" . My tripod wasn't able to get high enough to shoot it over the stone wall , so just rested it on the wall and hoped the gust's didn't blow it over !
Bewcastle is an isolated village steeped in Roman and Border history. The church, farm, and castle occupy the site of a Roman out post fort which guarded the Maiden Way, the main Roman road north from Birdoswald on Hadrian’s Wall some 10km (6 miles) to the south.
The fort was dedicated to a local deity, Cocidius, and is unusual in having six sides, rather than the more usual rectangle or square. The fort was probably built around 122AD and occupied until AD 343.
Bewcastle is an isolated village steeped in Roman and Border history. The church, farm, and castle occupy the site of a Roman out post fort which guarded the Maiden Way, the main Roman road north from Birdoswald on Hadrian’s Wall some 10km (6 miles) to the south.
The stone castle was constructed between 1340 and 1360 using much material from the old Roman fort. During the 15th and 16th century it provided sanctuary for locals during Scottish raids.
This area was much fought over by the Border Reivers; feuding, lawless, local families who raided each others farms taking livestock, goods, and possessions.
Taken from www.Bewcastle.com
Breaking news coming from Belgrade, Serbia today. Just a few hours ago, French troops raided the compound of the arms dealer known as "Mohawk" and captured him. The compound was on the outskirts of Belgrade and appeared to be a small storage facility for weapons, but more so a housing complex for Mohawk himself and his small team of guards. Here is an eyewitness account from a French Special Forces operative, who due to security reasons will go unnamed:
It was midday, and we got word from tho commander that recon had confirmed his location. We were loaded up and moving out in a half hour. We reached the compound and took them completely by surprise. Only a few guards tried shooting at us, so we took them down and the rest came quietly. It was obvious the only loyalty they had was to their substantial paycheck. The compound was pretty much a neighborhood that Mohawk had bought, or took, and fenced off. The fence was pretty obviously makeshift, thrown together with a bunch of different materials and already showing a bit of wear and rust. It wasn't too tall, but it was tall enough to say "We don't want you here." There was one tan building that they had converted into a small warehouse with a metal door and keypad lock. We looked inside and it was filled with AK-47s and the like. The other buildings were mainly housing for the guards and Mohawk himself. We rounded all of them up pretty quickly with the help of the regular Army guys who showed up a little while after we had infiltrated. I found him sitting in his room, having a glass of expensive liquor. I think he had accepted his defeat and was having a last drink before his capture. He came quietly and I took him out to Phoenix, a DGSE agent, who whisked him away in a chopper. It was a pretty quick, textbook raid with no casualties on our side. We owned the compound by the end of the day.
The French have just released the name of the arms dealer a few minutes ago. His name is Antonije Knezevic, he is a 48 year old man, height is 5' 10", weighs 170lbs. Not much is known yet on his background, but we will keep you posted.
This event has effectively ended the conflict in Serbia, and French troops have begun to withdraw back into the borders of their ally Bosnia. Thank you for watching this news report, tune back in at 10PM for more details.
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A soldier from the Republic of Korea (ROK, aka South Korea) stands guard at the Joint Security Area (JSA), 40km from Seoul and right in the middle of the Korean Demilitarized Zone (DMZ), a few meters behind the Military Demarcation Line (MDL). The DMZ was established on July 27 1953, after the signing of the Armistice, which put, in practice only since a peace treaty was never signed, an end to the Korean War. The DMZ, which is funnily the most heavily militarized border in the world, is 250km long and approximately 4km wide, 2km on either side of the MDL. On a positive note, the desolation has allowed the area to become home to a large population of wildlife, like the endangered Amur Leopard. Curious to know how the wildlife deals with the dense minefields on either side though...
I planned on going to Glacier for the day last October, When I got to the border there was smoke everywhere. The border guard had told me it had been like this all week. I went on to Many Glacier but the smoke was bad I took a few shots then headed back home. This shot was a result of heavy smoke in the air.
Probably the most formidable stronghold on the borders, this guarded the gates to Liddesdale, the wildest valley on the border. I had this castle in mind when I described Crawleigh Castle, although Crawleigh had a more traditional four tower design.
High in the mountains of Csheg along the northern border of the Royal Kingdom sets the highlands watch tower, as it is often called. Far from any aid, the guards that stand watch here must rely on their own talents and ingenuity. Ever watchful, they protect the wild border and guard the rugged old bridge that serves as the only crossing for the roaring river between the two nations.
STS Pogoria is a Polish barquentine launched in 1980 in Gdynia.
She was designed by Zygmunt Choreń as Sail training ship
statistics: displacement: DWT498 metric tons
length: 48.00|m, beam: 8.00|m, draught : 3.70|m,
propulsion: 945|m2 sail and 310|hp Wola Warszawa diesel engine
Ship owner Polish Government
On 7 July 2009, two of the masts on Pogoria broke at welded joints while the ship was en route to St Petersburg, Russia. The 37 youths onboard were airlifted off the ship by two helicopters of the Finnish Border Guard's Aviation Unit. The ship was towed into Hanko as her engines were disabled in the incident
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"High above in the frozen mountains on the Garhim border lies the Hjalmoor Guard. The Hjalmoor started as an order of mountain raiders who would descend down onto the villages and steal and plunder. Three hundred years ago, the Jarl of the area made them official Guards of the Region and in return get the right to pillage the neighboring kingdoms villages. This has suited the Hjalmoor very nicely and they've kept out invaders ever since."-History of the Garheim
This 3-embrasure machine gun pillbox sits nicely on a slope of a gentle hill. A small valley, with a stream at the bottom, protects it from the front, and the road - running parallel to the former German-Soviet border – was perfectly withing range of its three Maxim heavy machine guns.
Or rather, it would've been, if the builders have ever had enough time to fully equip and arm the pillbox. And so, the German onslaught on the early morning of 22nd of July 1941 swept aside weak screening force of border guards and steamrolled deeper inland.
There is no known record of any of the Molotov Line bunkers in Lithuania to have been used effectively in their designated defensive role.
Still, the view from the empty embrasures – a valley with a stream at the bottom, winding its way to a nearby small lake and the forest treeline far away – is truly spectacular.
And yes, the moon was there.
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High on the northern border of Roman England, Hadrian’s Wall separates Roman Civilization from barbaric wilderness. The heavy brick construction makes it almost impossible to penetrate, and the trench dug several yards in front of it makes it even more difficult for attackers. The creation of this wall has clearly separated roman territory from that of the unconquered tribes. But, not all people like this distinction…
The tribal leader rallied his Celtic brethren, “Join me, brothers, in ridding our hunting land of these despicable invaders. They have built their walls and cities on our land, and we must push them off!”
The gathered warriors let out a wild cheer, waving their weapons back and forth in the air. The invaders would be put in their place, tonight…
A troop of roman soldiers rushed towards the massive wall. Cries and screams came to them from the other side. An alarm had been raised at a nearby fort; reports had come in of a barbarian attack on one of the guard towers. The archers stationed there had mostly stopped the raiding Celts, but this squad of soldiers would finish them off.
Soli Deo Gloria :)
Hann's greatest love is protecting (what he thinks of is) his territory. He does adopt this authoratitive look, I reckon he would be good working in Border Control - only the brave or foolish would attempt to get past that steely gaze! Inside however, we know, and especially Gretel, that he is soft as biutter!
Actually first contact with Africa was trying to get through customs — the border guard, upon seeing we were Canadian, sent us to get stamped by the health inspector on the look out for Swine Flu (or Grippe Porcine, as they say, or The Grip, as we took to calling it) before letting us through.
This is the Marrakech airport. It's real pretty. :)
I think that's it for me today. The jetlag is hitting. I'm overwhelmed with all that I've got to catch up with on here, but I'll get to all your streams soon. :)
Day 163. June 12.
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A member of the Border Guard Bangladesh (BGB) standing at the border between Bangladesh and the Indian state of Meghalaya.
Photographed at the beautiful Jaflong of Bangladesh which is sometimes complimented as the daughter of nature with magnificent hills,rivers,khasia villages and beautiful fountains.
My Scanner keeps making a horrible clattering noise & a red light flashes on it toxically. So I improvised - took a shot of these four analogue prints in situ in thier album with my Canon. A result, I think...note Steiner pissing on Berlin Wall top right image, ever the Rebel, he risked his tool to strike a blow for Freedom...it was a Political gesture, actually. You could say it was a stream of conciouspiss...from an Irish Student Piss Artist & Political Pissident :-)
A man-portable MG requiring only one man to operate, thus making it one of the most versatile MGs to be fielded in the war.
Though still far heavier than a standard rifle, and requiring to be set on its bipod to rest before it can fire, since the second hand needs to turn the crank.
The MF1904 is the preffered weapon of the 2nd Calvary Brigade of Vienna, who utilize a special mount to fire it from horseback.
It is also one of the key elements of the 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th Brigades, Trench Brigades guarding the border.
Günter Schabowski, the party boss in East Berlin and the spokesman for the SED Politburo, had the task of announcing this; however, he had not been involved in the discussions about the new regulations and had not been fully updated. Shortly before a press conference on 9 November, he was handed a note announcing the changes, but given no further instructions on how to handle the information. These regulations had only been completed a few hours earlier and were to take effect the following day, so as to allow time to inform the border guards—however, nobody had informed Schabowski.
This little house was one of the only things around in this empty area only a mile or two from Canada including roads, houses and people. We heard that the border crossing guards don't like to see people approach and turn around, so this the farthest north and west point of our whole trip.
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After an uneventful, but pleasant journey through the vast grasslands and golden sandscapes of Loreos they reached the border with the outlaw lands.
They had learned, from their conversations with other travellers that the main border crossings had a heavy presence of the Queen’s guard and so had diverted somewhat from the main routes south. As they picked their way up one of the less travelled mountain paths, they hoped to be able to slip over the border with the minimum of fuss.
The recent history of hostility between Loreos and the outlaw lands had driven a large fortification program all along the border and there were very few paths where at least some sort of Loreesi defensive structure had been erected. Unfortunately this had all been to no avail. For when the Queen assumed her throne via the back door, the entire system of border watchtowers and way castles had been commandeered by the Queen’s troops with little chance for resistance. In one fell swoop, one of the greatest strategic military assets of Roawia had been turned against its own builders. There was no quiet way over the border.
“There’s only three guards.” Gunnar had been scouting ahead. “Right at the top of the pass. One stands at the top of the tower with a crossbow. The others tend to mill around an old miners cottage that seems to be their living quarters. The path passes right between the tower and the cottage. The cliffs each side prevent anyone sneaking past.”
“Only three and we are four.” Kareti, one of Thomas’s men, was willing.
“Yes, but while we could certainly push through the two on the path, what of the crossbow on top of the tower? We have no ranged weapons to take him out and the risk of a quarrel in the back as we ride through is too great.”
“Hmm…” Thomas thought for a moment. “Crossbows take time to reload. If we can get close to the men on the ground, there may be a way. Who’s the quickest at getting up stairs?”
All three remained looking at Thomas.
“You need knees for stairs.” smiled Gunnar “Only the young have knees.”
“Ok, let’s dismount here and Artis can stay with the horses. Here’s the plan…”
Thomas, Gunnar and Kareti made their way up the path slowly with their weapons concealed under their cloaks. The guards pleased for anything to break their boredom watched them come.
“Ah, the Queen’s finest” called Thomas as he neared “You’ll be the perfect people to ask.”
“Ask what?” replied one of the soldiers.
Thomas spoke slowly to allow him time to reach the man. “We are locksmiths and been sent to repair a door lock on one of the watchtowers, but there seems to be confusion as to whether it is the tower at Carlathra or the one here. As this was nearest, we came here first. Were we right?”
“No. There is no lock on the door here.”
“Oh that’s good to know.” replied Thomas, as in one swift movement he drew and plunged his shortsword into the guard.
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US Border Patrol Honor Guard unit at the funeral of Sergeant Darrell C. Curley in Chinle, Arizona.
The Schwanenstein is a glacial erratic on the island of Rügen in Germany. It lies on the northern shore of the Jasmund peninsula about 20 metres off the beach in the Baltic Sea.Like many other erratics, the Schwanenstein is linked to several legends and stories.-According to one legend, babies were delivered on Rügen in summer by Adebar the stork and in winter by swans. Until then the children were hidden in the rock.-A sad incident occurred on 13 February 1956, when some children were playing near the shore on the frozen Baltic Sea. The weather changed suddenly, a storm whipped up and broke the ice. Three boys saved themselves on the Schwanenstein. As the wind increased in strength, becoming a hurricane, a frantic rescue operation was launched. Local fishermen, a fishing boat from Sassnitz and border guards tried to save the children, but storm surge wrecked all their efforts. Rescue teams from outside, for example, an engineer platoon of the Volkspolizei from Prora, got stuck in the metre-high snowdrifts. Only the next morning, when the weather had calmed, the bodies of the three boys, Helmut Petersen,Uwe Wassilowsky and Manfred Prewitz, could be recovered from the Schwanenstein.
Queen’s House London England
Grisly facts and info:
The Queen's House is located in London England. It can be found when you visit the Tower of London, the famous fortress known for it's grisly past. It is a brown structure with white windows built around 1530 in typical Tudor style and trimmed with wood. It survived the Great Fire of London of 1666 and is well preserved. Today the head of The Tower lives there and a guard is placed at the door.
It is said that Henry VIII built the Queen's House for his second wife, Anne Boleyn. However she was soon afterwards beheaded by him at the Tower Green. Later, in 1608, at Queen’s House Guy Fawkes was made to confess his plot to blow up the Houses of Parliament with gunpowder.
The Tower Green is located in front of Queen’s House and Beauchamp Tower. Because beheading in the privacy of the Tower Green was considered a privilege of rank, so in fact not many people were killed there except two English Queens and other five British nobles. Most prisoners in the Tower were executed in public on Tower Hill just outside the fortress. Today at the Scaffold site there is a small sculpture to commemorate those who died there.
A beautiful tranquil looking place. If you didn’t know the story you would not believe such gruesome beheadings happened there.
I dedicate this pic to my mother. Since I was a child she always took me with her to England where I have an aunt and uncle living there. It's a place so full of history and very fond unforgettable memories!
I took this on my recent visit there. It's a very static picture...not too much movement going on here...not much "life" so it's not going into my "LIFE" series. But I like the lines here a lot. If you look closely you can see lots of "easter eggs"! Have fun searching!
Oh....It's a single mapped hdr, in Photoshop CS5, Nik Sharpener, Color Efex Pro and Camera Raw. Noiseware to reduce the noise. Sorry for the strong processing here...I usually like subtle hdrs but I wanted to bring out all the "easter eggs" :D
I will be forever grateful to Jan for showing me how to put borders on my pics! I'm so happy about that!
p.s. - Thanks a lot to everyone who stopped by and for leaving comments and faves, really much appreciated:))
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Grenzturm mit Mauer - Stolpe Süd ,dieser Grenzkontroll S _ Bahnhof wurde vor dem Bau der Mauer auch Eierbahnhof genannt. Der Name stammt von den Schmugglern ,welche Ihre Ernteerträge und die Hühner- und Gänseeier von der DDR nach Westberlin schleppten und dort verkauften.Die Kasernierten Grenzsoldaten der DDR nahmen alles ab,wenn sie jemanden erwischten und sie erwischten sehr viele.Ich fuhr oft mit meinem Schüler Pionierausweis nach Berlin Tegel ins Kino Teli.Der Wechselkurs damals 1:2 . 1 Westmark = 2 Ostmark der DDR.
Stolpe South of the border inspection station was also called S _ egg station before the construction of the wall. The name comes from the smugglers, which dragged your crop yields and the chicken and goose eggs from the GDR to West Berlin and there verkauften.Die Kasernierten GDR border guards took everything off if they caught someone and they got very viele.Ich often went with my students pioneer badge to Berlin Tegel to the movies Teli.Der exchange rate then 1: 2. Westmark 1 = 2 Ostmark of the GDR
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During World War II, Lepe was used in the preparations for D-Day. 300 construction workers were camped here under heavy guard as They were employed to construct the blackberry/mulberry/blueberry harbours.
The structures in the water are known as Dolphins which formed part of the pier head used to load ships departing for Normandy.
In the foreground are Beach Hardening Mats which resemble huge bars of chocolate, and were held in place by a series of iron hooks. They were laid out to strengthen the beach enough to take the weight of the tanks and other vehicles being driven onto landing craft.
On the 6 June 1944 thousands of troops with their vehicles and supplies left Britain via locations such as Lepe Beach in the New Forest for the beaches of Normandy. This was D Day, the start of the great campaign to liberate Europe and to bring the Second World War to its end.
The D-Day invasion, code named Operation Overlord, is one of the most remarkable feats in military history, it had took over two years of planning, and was one of the best kept secrets of the war.
During the build up to D Day troops and supplies were marshalled along much of the Hampshire coast. Lepe and the surrounding area came under the control of the shore station HMS Mastodon, the headquarters of which were at Exbury House. Many hundreds of troops with their equipment, vehicles and ammunition were hidden along the narrow roads and in numerous closed camps hidden in the wooded areas accross the New Forest. Today at Lepe you can still see plenty of evidence of wartime activity.
Lepe is a small settlement on the Solent in the English county of Hampshire. It is located at the mouth of the Dark Water, and is the site of the Lepe Country Park, which runs from Stanswood Bay to the mouth of the Beaulieu River.
The Solent (the stretch of water here) is a strait separating the Isle of Wight from the mainland of England.
The Solent is a major shipping route for passengers, freight and military vessels. It is an important recreational area for water sports, particularly yachting, hosting the Cowes Week sailing event annually. It is sheltered by the Isle of Wight and has a very complex tidal pattern, which has greatly benefited Southampton's success as a port. Portsmouth lies on its shores. Spithead, an area off Gilkicker Point near Gosport, is known as the place where the Royal Navy is traditionally reviewed by the monarch of the day.
The area is of great ecological and landscape importance, particularly because of the coastal and estuarine habitats along the edge of the Solent. Much of its coastline is designated as a Special Area of Conservation. It is bordered by and forms a part of the character of a number of nationally important protected landscapes including the New Forest National Park, and the Isle of Wight AONB.
First recorded in 731 as Soluente, Solent is "an ancient pre-English name of uncertain origin and meaning."
the land across the Solent is The Isle of Wight which is known to the ancient Romans as Vectis, is a county and the largest island of England, located in the English Channel, on average about 3 to 5 mi (5 to 8 km) off the coast of Hampshire, separated from mainland United kingdom by a strait called the Solent. The island has several resorts which have been holiday destinations since Victorian times.
The Isle of Wight is roughly diamond-shaped and covers an area of 380 km2, nearly 150 sq.miles. Slightly more than half of the island, mainly in the west, is designated as the Isle of Wight Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. The island has 258 km2 of farmland, 52 km2 of developed areas, and 57 miles of coastline. The landscape of the island is diverse, leading to its oft-quoted description of "England in Miniature". West Wight is predominantly rural, with dramatic coastlines dominated by the chalk downland ridge, running across the whole island and ending in the Needles stacks—perhaps the most photographed place on the Isle of Wight. The south western quarter is commonly referred to as the Back of the Wight because it has a unique social and historical background. The highest point on the island is St Boniface Down, at 241 metres (791 ft), which is a marilyn.
The so called Schwanenstein, a glacial erratic near the village of Lohme on the island of Rügen, Germany. On 13 February 1956, a sad story linked to the stone happened when three boys of the village of Lohme were playing at the shore of the frozen sea. Suddenly the weather changed and a storm broke the ice. The boys saved themselves on the stone. As the wind became a hurricane, local fishermen and border guards tried to save them, but they failed due to the heavy storm. The next morning, when the weather had calmed, the bodies of the three boys were recovered from the stone.
A second image from the Laos town of Vang Vieng. We hired out a motorbike for the day to go climbing on a crag about 20km north of town. This was on the main road looking downstream towards Vang Vieng.
The blog has almost caught us, the latest upload is on our adventures with blackmailing border guards crossing into Laos from Cambodia. I hope you might enjoy the read at
South Korean soldiers at the Joint Security Area (JSA), the 800-meter wide, roughly circular, area bisected by the Military Demarcation Line (MDL) separating South and North Korea. The MDL is marked by the concrete slab running between the two buildings. On the opposite side is the North Korean Panmungak (Panmun Hall). All negotiations since the Armistice of 1953 have taken place here at the JSA. North Koreans and the United Nations Command (primarily South Koreans and Americans) meet face to face in the conference rooms of the Military Armistice Commission (MAC) buildings that are straddling the “border”. Notice how the ROK soldiers hide half their body behind the walls. This gives an impression of the palpable tension, which dictates battle readiness in case bullets start flying. On the day we were there the visit to one of the observation posts near the famous bridge of no return (where prisoners of war were exchanged right after the end of the war) was skipped due to works that made North Koreans edgy…
Every visitor has to sign a form accepting amongst others that "The visit to the Joint Security Area at Panmunjom will entail entry into a hostile area and possibility of injury or death as a direct result of enemy action". There have been more than 750 acts of violence recorded in the JSA, amongst which the famous Axe incident in 1976, when two American soldiers died, and one in 1984 involving a crazed Soviet tourist, Vasily Matuzok, who ran across the MDL from the North shouting that he wanted to defect, causing a fire exchange that claimed the lives of four soldiers, 3 North and 1 South Korean. Hence the JSA tour guides, the US soldiers, are not f***** around and there is a serious rundown of the safety protocols during the prep talk at camp Bonifas, right outside the DMZ. We had to line up as instructed and were allowed to take photos for a few minutes from our position, only towards the North. Still, the JSA receives around 100.000 tourists each year, a surreal experience accessible exclusively via organized tours.
Peshawar is the most lively city of Pakistan. It is the heart of the North western province. The city lies at the edge of the Historic Khyber pass. The city is well known for its historic and cultural values. Peshawar has seen many invaders and travellers passing it by, from around the world. (history page) There are a number of things to do & Visit in Peshawar. Being an important border city the bazaars of Peshawar are the most attrractive. There is always a lot of activity going on. The Kissa Khawani Bazaar (Story tellers Bazaar) is the most intersting of all. There are merchandise from all over central Asia here. Oriental Rugs , Afghan Jewalry , tribal Handicrafts, Wood carving , spices and all kinds of fabrics are available in the city.
Peshawar derives its name from a Sanskrit word "Pushpapura" meaning the city of flowers. Peshawar’s flowers were mentioned even in Moghal Emperor Babur’s memoirs.
Alexander’s legions and the southern wing of his army were held up here in 327 B.C. for forty days at a fort excavated recently, 27 Â½ kms north-east of Peshawar at Pushkalavati (lotus city) near Charsadda.
The great Babur marched through historic Khyber Pass to conquer South Asia in 1526 and set up the Moghal Empire in the South Asia.
The pass and the valley have resounded to the tramp of marching feet as successive armies hurtled down the crossroad of history, pathway of commerce, migration and invasion by Aryans, Scythians, Persians, Greeks, Bactrians, Kushans, Huns, Turks’ Mongols and Moghals.
PESHAWAR-THE FRONTIER TOWN:
And Peshawar is now, as always, very much a frontier town. The formalities of dress and manner give way here to a free and easy style, as men encounter men with a firm hand-clasp and a straight but friendly look. Hefty handsome men in baggy trousers and long, loose shirts, wear bullet studded bandoleers across their chests or pistols at their sides as a normal part of their dress.
There is just that little touch of excitement and drama in the air that makes for a frontier land. An occasional salvo of gun fire-no, not a tribal raid or a skirmish in the streets but a lively part of wedding celebrations.
THE LAND OF PATHANS:
Remember, we are in the land of the Pathans - a completely male-dominated society. North and south of Peshawar spreads the vast tribal area where lives the biggest tribal society in the world, and the most well known, though much misrepresented.
Pathans are faithful Muslims. Their typical martial and religious character has been moulded by their heroes, like Khushal Khan Khattak, the warrior poet and Rehman Baba, a preacher and also a poet of Pushto language.
Today, they themselves guard the Pakistan-Afghanistan border along the great passes of the Khyber, the Tochi, the Gomal and others on Pakistan’s territory, but before independence they successfully defied mighty empires, like the British and the Moghal and others before them, keeping the border simmering with commotion, and the flame of freedom proudly burning.
Peshawar is the great Pathan city. And what a city ! Hoary with age and the passage of twenty-five centuries, redolent with the smell of luscious fruit and roasted meat and tobacco
TRANSFERS GETTING THERE
Peshawar airport is only 10 minutes drive from downtown hotels. You can get a car from the airport or have us book a transfer for you. Peshawar is 170 kilometers from Islamabad Capital of Pakistan. It takes about 3 hours for a straight drive from Islamabad to Peshawar. However if you chose to visit Taxila oldest buddhit capital of gandhara, it will take 5 - 6 hours.
You can also drive to or from Swat to Peshawar about 190 kilometers which is a green valley in the foothills of hindukush mountains.
TOURS : There are 2 major tour options in the peshawar city.
1. Half day peshawar city tour. You wll visit Kissa khawani bazaar Khyber bazaar Sarafa bazaar All of them present a very rich cultural scene you get to see a hustle bustle of different reaces which inhabit this historic city. Also visit the Mohabat khan mosque & Peshawar museum
THE OLD CITY:
Until the mid-fifties Peshawar was enclosed within a city wall and sixteen gates. Of the old city gates the most famous was the Kabuli Gate but only the name remains now. It leads out to the Khyber and on to Kabul.
You come across two-and -three story houses built mostly of unbaked bricks set in wooden frames to guard against earthquakes, Many old houses have beautifully carved heavy wooden doors and almost all have highly ornamental wooden balconies. There is a tall and broad structure whose lofty portal look down upon the street. This historical building houses the police offices and the site was occupied centuries ago by a Buddhist stupa, then by a Hindu temple and then by a Moghal sarai. It was, in Sikh days, the seat of General Avitable, an Italian soldier of fortune in the service of Ranjit Singh.
QISSA KHAWANI BAZAAR:
Here perhaps visiting travelers or the relaxing townsmen were regaled with stories by professional story tellers, in the evening, in the many teashops that still adorn the bazaar front with their large brass samovars and numerous hanging teapots and teacups.
As in most eastern bazaars, the shops of delicacies predominate, and here too you will find many colorful fruit shops displaying the glorious harvest of Peshawar's unrivaled bread and justly celebrated "Kababs" and "Tikkas" meat sizzling on hot coals, in the many wayside cafes.
Leather goods shops are the next most numerous, selling that wonderful footwear, the Peshawari "Chappals" or sandals, belts, holsters and bandoliers and a special variety of light but sturdy suitcase called "Yakhdaan".
As you move up, the Qissa Khawani Bazaar turns left and here begins the bazaar of coppersmiths whose jewel-like engraved and embossed jars, bowls, ewers and plates are piled up in shops like glistening treasure trove. Other famous bazaars of Peshawar are the Khyber Bazaar. Bird Bazaar and Meena Bazaar, Jewellery Bazaar and Mochilara (Shoe Makers' Bazaar).
In fact, the variety of craft in which Peshawar excels even today is amazing and this is a part of the city's character often eclipsed by its martial tradition. Remember that it was in this valley of Peshawar that there flourished that remarkable school of Ghandhara sculpture, which is one of the glories of Pakistan's heritage.
Soon you reach the central square called chowk Yadgaar the traditional site of political rallies. The two routes from the old city meet here. Parking of cars can safely be done only at this place in the old city.
MOSQUE OF MOHABAT KHAN:
The only significant remaining Moghal mosque in Peshawar was built by Mohabat khan in 1670 A.D. when he was twice Governor of Peshawar under Moghal Emperors Shah Jehan and Aurangzeb. The mosque was nearly destroyed by fire in 1898 A.D. and was only saved by the unremitting efforts of the faithful. The extensive renovation of the mosque was done by the traditional craftsman. The mosque is a fine specimen of Moghal architecture of Emperor Shah Jehan's period. The interior of the prayer chamber has been lavishly decorated with floral work and calligraphy.
BALA HISAAR FORT:
The mighty Bala Hisaar Fort lies on both eastern approaches to Peshawar city. It meets the eye when coming from Rawalpindi or from the Khyber. It is a massive frowning structure as its name implies, and the newcomer passing under the shadow of its huge battlements and ramparts cannot fail to be impressed. Originally built by Babar, the first of the Moghals in 1526-30, it was rebuilt in its present form by the Sikh Governor of Peshawar, Hari Singh Nalva, in the 1830's under the guidance of French engineers. It houses government offices at present.
Peshawar Museum is housed in an imposing building of the British days. It was formerly the Victoria Memorial Hall built in 1905. The large hall, side galleries and the raised platform which were used for ball dances now display in chronological order finest specimens of Gandhara sculptures, tribal life, the Muslim period and ethnography.
These houses are situated in Mohallah Sethian and can be approached from Chowk yadgaar. These are highly decorated style of building with carved wooden doors, partitions, balconies, mirrored and painted rooms. The Sehtis are the traditional business community of Peshawar. The main house was built in 1882 AD. by Haji Ahmed Gul who migrated from Chamkani (a near village) almost 6 generations ago.
Across the railway line was built the new modern Peshawar, the Cantonment, like the ones which the British built near every major city for their administrative offices, military barracks, residences, parks, churches and shops.
The Peshawar "Sadder" (Cantonment) is a spaciously laid out neat and clean township with avenues of tall trees, wide tarred roads, large single storied houses with lawns and a pervading scent of rare shrubs and flowers that is Peshawar's own.
The heart of the sadder is the Khalid bin Walid (Company) Bagh which is an old Moghal Garden. Its huge ancient trees and gorgeous big roses are a sight to remember. Two other splendid old gardens are the Shahi Bagh in the north-east and the Wazir Bagh in the south-east, all of which give the character of a garden city to Peshawar.
In Sadder, there are the splendid modern state bank building, Governor's house, hotels, old missionary Edwards collage ,archly stocked museum, fine shopping area and right in the middle is the tourist Information center at Dean's hotel (Phone:279781).
The Peshawar of the hoary past is the old city, the Peshawar of the British period (1849 to 1947) is the Cantonment but the Peshawar of independent Pakistan is the vast extension of the city west and east.
Westward, on the road to the Khyber, where in the days gone by, no one was safe from tribal raids, today stretches a long line of educational and research institutions, such as the Academy of rural development, the teachers training college, the north regional laboratories of the council of scientific and industrial research and many others.
But the pride of Peshawar today is its university, a vast sprawling garden town of red brick buildings and velvet lawns, which comprises a dozen departments and colleges of law, medicine, engineering and forestry. Special mention must be made of the Islamia college, which was the pioneer national institution that ignited the torch of enlightenment in this region,67 years ago.
The road stretching out east towards Rawalpindi is lined for miles upon miles with factories producing a variety of goods and also orchard producing some of the world's finest plums, pears
and peaches. Rice, sugar-cane and tobacco are the rich cash-crops of the well-watered Peshawar valley through which flows the Kabul River and at the end of which the mighty Indus forms the district boundary for 48 1/2 Kms (30miles),the two joining near the historic Attock fort.