When the consumptive tourists enter my frame, I realise it is not travel-pace that matters most.
Sometimes you are out on a tour and an unbelievable thing happens just right in front of you. And yes, they are Russian tourists.
Bikinis and speedos, busloads full. Eight in the morning; the first site on our programme. Quick, quick, let's walk down, there is just half an hour over. Shooting photos, taking poses, make a distance, turn left, turn right, is my hair still allright?
Water streams.. up! Let's take a dip, let's have a shower; it is not false, our experience is very real; the water might be deep and the slope steep, but the consumptive tourist doesn't dive under its surface. It must always travel fast, to find yet again a new blast.
Sun rises, the beam gets stronger. Degrees go slowly up. While my travel-partner stays in bed, I get up and shoot the early peaceful white. To be by myself, surrounded by nature, beautiful, immense and calm.
As a shock a consumptive tourist enters my frame. And I come to realise it is not your pace that matters most. Whether you travel heavy or light, fast or slow, what comes first is the gift to let it go.
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note: these photos were taken in Pamukkale, Turkey, during two separate visits.