Its name sounds like a naughty school child (but with a hard T at the end). Time-worn cobblestones line the streets of this historic Jamaican port town founded in 1769 and named after the similarly named English town in Cornwall. … Continued
Everybody said: “Don’t go,” “Don’t do it,” “It’s too dangerous.” “It’s not safe. I’m scared for you,” echoed in my mind as we exited Jamaica’s Montego Bay international airport and brushed by the taxi drivers looking to make a quick … Continued
Maybe, maybe not, but these guys all have interesting faces. These early morning gentlemen were hanging about the Rickshaw yard waiting for the morning chill to pass. Stay tuned for photos…from Jamaica, where i’m heading later this week!
I was riding my bike through the streets of Manhattan the other day and thought: “Holy crap, this is nuts.” New York streets are chaos. I’d never really noticed before how anarchic the pedestrians (and bikers) are in this city. … Continued
Heading to the office seemed to take on new meaning at the Dhakan rickshaw yard. The packed dirt ground was covered in trash and slick with maroon betel nut stains, the Bangladeshi equivalent of chewing tobacco. Animal, children and men wandered around … Continued
Not everybody in the Rickshaw yard trikes around town. A support staff of mechanics. vendors and hangers-on orbit the rickshaw universe, providing much needed services (like a caffeine or flat-tire fix). A while back I posted a photo of … Continued
Rickshaw drivers don’t mess around, but how can they when a diesel spewing bus is barreling down on them? An all too common site in Bangladesh. The rule of the Bangladeshi road: the biggest vehicle wins; cars, motorcycles and especially bicycle rickshaws swerve out … Continued
I’d just finished taking photos for The School of Hope, a slum school in Dhaka’s northern edge, when I stumbled upon it. A gaggle of bicycle rickshaws, crowded inside a rusted and drooping barbed wire fence baking in the early morning … Continued
A few blocks from my apartment a busy artery beats. At night, watching the BQE’s traffic is like witnessing arterial and ventricular blood flow through the Brooklyn darkness. Through the neighborhood’s organs and clamoring with honks and air breaks to … Continued
In Mrauk U, the tiny agrarian town in Western Burma, villages and temples and ancient ruins intermingle amidst the encroaching jungle. Animal and pedal-power continues to propel trade and commerce despite the steady introduction of cars and motorized vehicles. … Continued