Even though I am a sometimes-participant, I love this challenge. As described by Cee:
This challenge is all about capturing the roads, walks, trails, rails, steps, etc. we move from one place to another on. You can walk on them, climb them, drive them, ride on them, as long as the specific way is visible. Any angle of a bridge is acceptable as are any signs.
I didn’t have to think too hard about which photos to show. During my trip to Sagres in April I came across a lovely rocky path to take me down to the beach.
I followed it only to be dismayed that it ended, dangerously, on a precipice, the stone steps having eroded away and never repaired.
The warning sign said the usual beware and go at your own risk stuff. It should’ve said DO NOT PROCEED AS YOUR MAY FALL AND CRITICALLY INJURE YOURSELF, IF NOT WORSE.
Gobsmacked, I took these photos on my back up the path in case I needed them as proof…
The path ended here…even though there are stairs in the background.
Rounding the corner to find…no path…
The path back up to the hotel – check the small warning sign (from the back)
It was a beautiful beach, so near and yet so far…
This crazy broken path notwithstanding, my trip to Sagres was wonderful!
This is my first time entering Ailsa travel theme photo challenge. I’ve seen many entries on Cee’s and other’s bloggers spaces over the months. I’m adding mine to this challenge that so many people are having fun with.
This week’s travel theme is Transport. I don’t go out of my way to take photos of means of transport, but I have loads of these photos in my archives. Here are some of them, taken on my travels in the last 12 months or so.
The photo of the scooter next to the Berlin wall below was perfectly set up, ready for me to snap away. I had nothing to do with it other than chance upon the scene.
Trams are ubiquitous forms of transport in Lisbon. Tourists love them. They scrape and clink up and down the narrow cobblestoned streets, the ground trembling as they go past.
A cross between a tram and an elevator, this is the best way to navigate the steeps streets from the riverside.
From the streets of Lisbon to the mountains north of Johannesburg, this gaily coloured rustbucket sits abandoned in the shade of a large tree.
And what better way to arrive in Barcelona that on a yatch, sailing the deep blue waters of the Mediterranean?
An abandoned bike, dreams of better adventures on a Sunday afternoon…
And more boats, fishing boats, gaily coloured all, named after the wives, mothers or daughters of the fishermen who captain them.
Hope you’ve enjoyed. Do you have any photos to share? Go on over the Ailsa’s to check out other entries and see how to participate in this challenge.
What is the impulse that drives someone to carve out words of love on a wooden door of a public restroom? Is the passion quenched or stoked with this carved outpouring? Almost 2 years on, I wonder if Duarte and Patricia are still together?
I was surprised to find, among all the trendy hotels ringing Port Olympia, the stainless steel sculpture of El Peix, dominating its entry and exit. It changes shape depending on which angle you see it. We didn’t spend any time looking at it because we had other priorities.
First stop had to be the Sagrada Familia, so we found a taxi who took us right there. I’ve posted a whole lot of pics of the outside of this beautiful structure in another post. We so wanted to have a tour of the inside of it. I went online to find some tickets but none were available for that day. That experience is in itself a subject for a different post.
With a tour of the Sagrada Familia off the table, we debated whether to take one of the open topped busses. This was scrapped when we saw the queues for tickets. Time was ticking and by this time we had three hours left before having to make our way back to the Port.
Plaza Catalunya became our next target. We stopped a few locals for directions and started walking.
Without a travel guide street signs became something we looked for but they have a tendency of not being consistent. We followed this sign, came to the Arc de Triomf and got half-way to the Parc Cuitadella when we got the feeling that we were not going in the right direction. And not a street sign to be found at this point. So we backtracked to this sign and found another local to ask directions of.
But not before coming across this beautiful church.
And coming across this inviting facade to restaurant Sant Joan. It was closed, alas.
It was at this time that a taste for coffee and patatas bravas called and we stopped at a sidewalk tapas bar for some sustenance. It’s hard work walking, looking for elusive tourist landmarks. And food and coffee is a priority in my book.
I love the symmetry and balance of this monument. I wonder why the water wasn’t running.
Look carefully…can you see the bicycle precariously balanced on the balcony in the photo below?
Walking to the Arc de Triomf...
…with coconut ice-cream in hand after the coffee because walking is hard work.
The Arc de Triomf. The Barcelona one. I don’t know the people in the photo but it adds to the fun of it don’t you think?