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When the roads get too congested and you wanna get to where you're going in calm style, jump in a water taxi and cruise to your destination.
Dalat, Vietnam - Apr 6, 2013. Traffic on main street in Dalat, Vietnam. Dalat is a mid-sized city that looks like a cross between Vietnam and the French Alps.
Typical scene in rural Kerala. It is always great to get away from the ever growing congested town areas.
Day one of the 2017 Power Delivery Design Conference. Buck Fife (POWER) co-presents on 500 kV challenges in congested areas.
Someone seems to be feeling a little better! He's still very congested, and sometimes he doesn't look so good, but he looks so great in this shot.
I-77 is one of the more scenic interstates in NE Ohio. More scenic and More Congested than most others!!!
Péage urbain de Londres, institué en 2003. La zone est traversée par un très grand nombre de lignes de bus, en rouge sur la carte
The roads of Kuala Lumpur getting congested in the heavy rain.
Olympus Om1n, Zuiko 50mm f1.8, Fujifilm Sensia 200.
The path to 'Endless Love' in Malang. Malang was one of the more pleasent big cities in Java (most are horribly congested and polluted).
Traffic was heavily congested on Hannegan Road, one of the detour routes around the Guide closure. This was taken around 8 a.m. Friday morning.
Remember when this narrow, congested, curvy 4 lane highway was the main drag into New York City? This was taken at the bottom of College Hill, getting ready to go under US 22. 05-06-11
One more night in Memphis and we took another look at Beale Street. This time a lot less congested and a lot less intimidating. Altogether a much better experience. Ate in the Hard Rock Cafe. I know not very adventurous but it was decent. And a stroll along Beale Street led to BB Kings where we were thoroughly entertained by one Patrick Dodd. Amaze-ing!!! Terrific blues and made Beale Street feel so much more worthwhile. This guy is awesome. He's on facebook, so check him out and if he's ever in your neck of the woods and if you love blues you will defy love this guy... www.facebook.com/patrickdoddmusic
Before leaving Memphis for Nashville I wanted to visit the Lorraine Motel, the scene of Martin Luther King's assasination as I read it was a civil right museum. When we got there we met the most incredible woman Ms Jacqueline Smith. She has bee protesting there for over 22 years. I got chatting to her and decided not to visit the museum after all. Read her story she is an amazing woman. And I got a wee kiss from her too!!! :D www.fulfillthedream.net/
Next stop Nashville wooooohooooo! (At last!!!)
Péage urbain de Londres, institué en 2003. La zone est traversée par un très grand nombre de lignes de bus, en rouge sur la carte
Across from the noisy, congested and always busy Empress Market in downtown Karachi lies a sleepy park where the homeless and addicts literally sleep undisturbed.
Late morning on Monday, October 5, and we step off the train into yet another quite warm autumn day, this time in hectic Varanasi, at the eastern edge of Uttar Pradesh. Though we’d be going to Delhi/New Delhi on the noon train tomorrow, I didn’t realize at the time that this would be the last of my photo shooting in India for this trip. (We were in Delhi for roughly 48 hours, but I got sick from train food on the 18 hour journey between Varanasi & the capital. Since the capital seemed way too smoggy, dirty, congested, disorganized…I didn’t feel like I’d missed out terribly, though there were a few places I would have liked seeing there.)
I’ll finish this posting on a good note, though, and focus on Varanasi. Before getting there, I wasn’t terribly excited about the tourist attractions I’d read about, but that’s not why people come to Varanasi. Varanasi is to Hindus what Mecca & Medina are to Muslims, or Jerusalem to Christians. It’s their holiest city. On the banks of the Ganges, people come here to die, then have their ashes spread in the river.
Varanasi has a lot of poor and indigent people as well, who come and hope to be cremated and buried in the river, and there are a few places that serve as pseudo-hospices to help them. They tend to try to collect donations from anyone to afford to pay for the wood – it’s a specific wood they use for the cremation – so they can help these people.
So Varanasi is an interesting place. There are many ghats (ghat is like…a pier, or a place where you can access the river), and the most famous are probably Dashashwamedh Ghat (the liveliest and most colorful) and Manikarnika (the Burning Ghat). There are many other ghats, as well, and some have specific histories attached to them.
For me, the best plan was to stay in a hotel near the ghats in the Old City so we could enjoy the sunrise and stroll around. The Hotel Alka was my random choice, and it turned out to be good. It’s cheap, riverside, has a decent restaurant (though, as it’s a hotel restaurant, not as good as many of the others where we’d eaten in the past two weeks), and overall a comfortable room.
After getting checked in (and this place was pretty crowded), I took a shower, then headed off with a local guy who gave me a tour of the Old City. Now, a word on that… It’s not recommended that you go with any local who offers because most of them will steer you into various businesses, or towards people who are all too happy to try to get your money. I was very firm with this guy, though, and told him the maximum price I’d pay regardless of what he showed me, and that he should plan accordingly. He didn’t, and was a bit disappointed when I paid him exactly what I said I would.
The tour included stops at a few temples – they all started to look a bit alike after the second one – and at Manikarnika (one of the places where you’re herded and they try to make you feel guilty if you don’t fork over five million dollars to pay for everyone’s cremation). The last stop was at his boss’s store, well away from the old city, over in the Muslim Quarter, where I had to sit patiently through a whole lot of lecturing on textiles and their pleading that I buy the entire building. I tried to be as polite as possible with the last part, stating up front that I wouldn’t buy a thing before going in, though that disappointed them to no end. In the end, perhaps it’s better to go on your own…
After about four hours with my guide, it was already dusk and the city actually felt less safe than others. (There were a lot of police out and about.) It turns out that there wa s a religious ceremony that the police were banning this particular year for some reason, so there was a bit of tension. And since Varanasi isn’t a city that is lit up much at night, there wasn’t much to see, so I was glad to just get to my room and call it a day.
Waking early on Tuesday morning, I caught the sunrise over the Ganges, then wandered up and down the ghats for an hour or so. This really was an interesting experience as it seems the entire city comes to bathe in the river, and everyone seems pretty happy. There are plenty of boat tours, too, which I skipped, as I just wanted to take a walk.
After an hour or so of wandering the riverside, I went back to the Alka, had breakfast, and enjoyed my remaining few hours just watching the sun rise higher before heading to the train station for the unofficial (though still unbeknownst to me) end of this trip to India.
In hindsight, this was a terrific two weeks. Though I enjoyed Uttar Pradesh, I wouldn’t go out of my way to return here – unless going to different parts of the state, and I would certainly include a trip to Agra in that – but Rajasthan…I would gladly go back to anytime. However, India has a lot to offer, and I’m not sure if I’ll return here or go to different parts of the country. Anything is possible…
February 4th - Day 35
Today woke up pretty congested again. Made my way to church where Warren preached on King Nebuchadnezzar's pride from Daniel 4. It was great hearing the word preached, worshiping, and catching up with people.
After service I had a leadership meeting for Seeds of Life. After the meeting I made a boba run at Le Arbre Tea House in Rosemead before heading home. The rest of the afternoon and evening consisted of photo editing, video editing, and catching up on emails.
Yup, no SuperBowl party. Too tired for that.
Looking over the congested Downtown Connector and the skyline of Downtown Atlanta, from the Pryor Rd overpass
The thick turgid and somewhat congested pods are distinctively held erect similar to the closely related and likely ancestral species, Astragalus canadensis. This site is in the Horseshoe Bend campground area along the Bighorn River, northeast of Lovell.
After driving on the motorbike on congested roads, my face would be covered in black soot from the exhaust pipes of other motor vehicles on the road. However, the largest contributor were the large trucks transporting cargo.
You can refer to another mug shot of mine a couple days after this when my face was even more black after 11 hours of riding from Sa Pa to Hanoi.
My head got so congested, it exploded. I'm sorry I didn't catch the moment with all of the mucus and skull bits flying everywhere. However, I did record it smoking.
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Going to school is torture when you're sick. Shoving information into an already aching head does not do one good. My radioactive cold had a complete vertical spike in symptoms.
Late morning on Monday, October 5, and we step off the train into yet another quite warm autumn day, this time in hectic Varanasi, at the eastern edge of Uttar Pradesh. Though we’d be going to Delhi/New Delhi on the noon train tomorrow, I didn’t realize at the time that this would be the last of my photo shooting in India for this trip. (We were in Delhi for roughly 48 hours, but I got sick from train food on the 18 hour journey between Varanasi & the capital. Since the capital seemed way too smoggy, dirty, congested, disorganized…I didn’t feel like I’d missed out terribly, though there were a few places I would have liked seeing there.)
I’ll finish this posting on a good note, though, and focus on Varanasi. Before getting there, I wasn’t terribly excited about the tourist attractions I’d read about, but that’s not why people come to Varanasi. Varanasi is to Hindus what Mecca & Medina are to Muslims, or Jerusalem to Christians. It’s their holiest city. On the banks of the Ganges, people come here to die, then have their ashes spread in the river.
Varanasi has a lot of poor and indigent people as well, who come and hope to be cremated and buried in the river, and there are a few places that serve as pseudo-hospices to help them. They tend to try to collect donations from anyone to afford to pay for the wood – it’s a specific wood they use for the cremation – so they can help these people.
So Varanasi is an interesting place. There are many ghats (ghat is like…a pier, or a place where you can access the river), and the most famous are probably Dashashwamedh Ghat (the liveliest and most colorful) and Manikarnika (the Burning Ghat). There are many other ghats, as well, and some have specific histories attached to them.
For me, the best plan was to stay in a hotel near the ghats in the Old City so we could enjoy the sunrise and stroll around. The Hotel Alka was my random choice, and it turned out to be good. It’s cheap, riverside, has a decent restaurant (though, as it’s a hotel restaurant, not as good as many of the others where we’d eaten in the past two weeks), and overall a comfortable room.
After getting checked in (and this place was pretty crowded), I took a shower, then headed off with a local guy who gave me a tour of the Old City. Now, a word on that… It’s not recommended that you go with any local who offers because most of them will steer you into various businesses, or towards people who are all too happy to try to get your money. I was very firm with this guy, though, and told him the maximum price I’d pay regardless of what he showed me, and that he should plan accordingly. He didn’t, and was a bit disappointed when I paid him exactly what I said I would.
The tour included stops at a few temples – they all started to look a bit alike after the second one – and at Manikarnika (one of the places where you’re herded and they try to make you feel guilty if you don’t fork over five million dollars to pay for everyone’s cremation). The last stop was at his boss’s store, well away from the old city, over in the Muslim Quarter, where I had to sit patiently through a whole lot of lecturing on textiles and their pleading that I buy the entire building. I tried to be as polite as possible with the last part, stating up front that I wouldn’t buy a thing before going in, though that disappointed them to no end. In the end, perhaps it’s better to go on your own…
After about four hours with my guide, it was already dusk and the city actually felt less safe than others. (There were a lot of police out and about.) It turns out that there wa s a religious ceremony that the police were banning this particular year for some reason, so there was a bit of tension. And since Varanasi isn’t a city that is lit up much at night, there wasn’t much to see, so I was glad to just get to my room and call it a day.
Waking early on Tuesday morning, I caught the sunrise over the Ganges, then wandered up and down the ghats for an hour or so. This really was an interesting experience as it seems the entire city comes to bathe in the river, and everyone seems pretty happy. There are plenty of boat tours, too, which I skipped, as I just wanted to take a walk.
After an hour or so of wandering the riverside, I went back to the Alka, had breakfast, and enjoyed my remaining few hours just watching the sun rise higher before heading to the train station for the unofficial (though still unbeknownst to me) end of this trip to India.
In hindsight, this was a terrific two weeks. Though I enjoyed Uttar Pradesh, I wouldn’t go out of my way to return here – unless going to different parts of the state, and I would certainly include a trip to Agra in that – but Rajasthan…I would gladly go back to anytime. However, India has a lot to offer, and I’m not sure if I’ll return here or go to different parts of the country. Anything is possible…
Queens Boulevard, Elmhurst, Queens, NYC
After one passes westward from the congested environs of the Queens Center Mall, the commercial lifeline of the subway corridor veers to the north and the Boulevard suddenly becomes nearly desolate, with auto shops, cheap motels, and abandoned stores like this...
February 13, 2011
"Let's walk to Brooklyn"
-turned into a daylong, wandering, 13-mile trek through Queens, Brooklyn, and Manhattan. We set out at about 2 pm and, after many little food and drink stops here and there, arrived to some friends at Culturefix (http://www.flickr.com/search/?w=72082456%40N00&q=culturefix&m=text) around 10:30.
Passing through congested and dusty towns meant that apart from dodging thousands of motor scooters, we were also sometimes following slow, lumbering lorries, which were difficult to overtake on crowded and narrow streets within the congested town limits. Here is one such situation. Although this was not an ultra long semi, it still was a large and heavy lorry lumbering it's way just ahead of us. After staring at the dull silver back of this lumbering lorry, I tried to divert my attention to the shops by the roadside and just managed to capture these lovely floral bouquets on display and ready to go. I could unfortunately not get a better picture under the circumstances. (Ha Long Bay, Vietnam, Nov. 2016)
Due to car parking restrictions in the congested city areas, our car had been parked some distance away from the Shanghai French Concession, so that meant a good ten minutes walk back to where it was parked. On the way we crossed this rather imposing building with Roman style pillars. I do not recall what my guide said about it, nor do I seem to have taken notes about it, but I think this is a side view of the Shanghai Stock Exchange. Upon reflection, I think that the golden bull in the foreground (I'm talking about that statue) probably made it obvious as to what that building is all about, which is probably why I did not take notes about it. I am open to being corrected, in case any of you knows otherwise. (Shanghai, China, May 2017)
Highlighted New Listing – June 16, 2010
Cook County, IL
Between 1840 and 1880 Chicago’s population multiplied 126 times over. As hundreds of thousands of people flocked to the city, they encountered congested streets, crowded tenements, and unsanitary living conditions. However, by the turn of 19th century, reliable and affordable transportation to and from the city center allowed for working individuals to commute from suburban developments, such as the Sauganash Historic District. Built between 1912 and 1950, Sauganash was conceived by its developers, Koester and Zander, as a haven for middle-class families fleeing the crowded city center. The neighborhood, with its streetscapes, specific housing types, and carefully designed public spaces, was developed as a distinct community, the design and style of which continues to set Sauganash apart from the rest of the city today.
A typical congested street corner in Pattaya. The pickup truck with the "camper top" just below the Manhattan Cafe sign is a "Baht Taxi" - these run in large loops around town and you pay 10 Baht (about 30 cents) when you get off.
You take your life in your own hands if you chose to drive in this traffic - someone sticking the nose of their vehicle in front of yours immediately gives them the right of way. Can be absolute mayhem - not recommended for the faint of heart!
This is Naples. It is the craziest most congested city I had ever seen. There's never a dull moment here. Walk out of the train station and you are confronted with the most chaotic traffic in Italy. Cars, buses, and pedestrians assert themselves and it's almost always the pedestrians who get the right-of-way. You're almost expected to walk in front of the cars to cross, no matter how fast or how close they appear. If you don't proceed, the Italian drivers yell at you for psyching them out and hesitating, so go! I tried to get in the flow of things, but most of the time I walked in the shadow of the experienced Neapolitans. Somehow it all works. These people are so used to urban chaos, they've learned to deal with it.
During my one night in Naples, I went to a famous pizzeria called da Michele (Michael's) and had the spongiest simplest margherita pizza and, as usual, enjoyed gelato to my heart's content at the closest gelateria. Why didn't I take more photos of this place? This is the only one; a perfect excuse to go back.
Early the next day, I took a train to Rome. I talked with an elderly Italian doctor from Florence on the train, me in elementary Italian, him with his better English. He wanted to talk about the war and was definitely anti-war, if not anti-US foreign policy. He reminded me of a fat Ebenezer Scrooge. The train ride took two hours and as soon as I caught sight of aqueduct ruins out in the Lazio countryside I knew that I was heading towards ROME! Where else would they lead to?
The yard was congested with House Finches all day. I’m starting to think they have nested in the monkey tree at the Englishman River estuary in Parksville, BC, Canada
Paddington, London
Although not far from congested roads and the commuters streaming out of Paddington Station, Little Venice is an oasis of peace and tranquillity. It's thought to have been so-named by the poet, Robert Browning.
Dozens of narrowboats, day trip boats and water cafés line this calm stretch where the Grand Union Canal meets the Regent's Canal. The famous Little Venice mansions provide a stunning backdrop. And the triangular pool, complete with willow tree, is home to several floating businesses such as the Waterside Cafe, London Waterbus, a floating art gallery and a hotel boat.