A rare moment

As I walked along a narrow street in Bundi during one of my journeys through India I heard a voice call out at me. “come, come in, you want photograph my family?” The young dark man in his early twenties standing at the doorway had obviously noticed the large camera hanging from my neck. As with most Indians he thought it would be a great privilege to have his family photos taken by a foreigner. As with most foreigners with a big camera I quickly realized that it would be a great privilege for me to enter this man’s house and photograph his family. The only issue I had was that I was supposed to meet my good friend and travel companion Jenzen and I was already running late. Well he was an easy going guy I thought and he would understand. So I followed the nice man through the small doorway and along a dark narrow corridor until we came to another small door to the left. he stood at the door and pointed into the room inviting me in. In the darkness I could just about make out his proud smile in anticipation. As I crouched through the small wooden door and looked in I saw his wife lying on their bed cuddling tenderly with their newly born baby. At once I realized that this was one of those rare moments that would stay with me forever. She had given birth on that same bed a few weeks earlier and now I was being asked to photograph them by the proud father. A real privilege. Once finished with the mother and child the happy father now insisted that I drunk some tea whilst photographing his elderly mother, his sister who had two completely different colored eyes and his down syndrome brother. All this provided me with great photographic material but what about Jenzen?
I arrived very late to meet my friend and I had my excuse all planned out when I saw him walking steadily towards me full of excuses himself. he explained how he had also been invited into a home and was given tea and biscuits. We both had lots to talk about that evening.



Magic in Morocco

I’ve said it before, and I’m saying it again. Travelling with kids is a joyful way to show them that there exists a huge and wonderful world away from home. And believe me, little vagabonds don’t require half the amount of stimuli we grown ups tend to believe. There is no NEED for waterparks or theme parks or zoos or Disney characters. At least not in our lives for a very long time to come.

Aladdin, eat your heart out!

Me and mine are in a happy state of mind as long as there are hidden beaches, other cultures, their wildlife and all their very real and amazing people to meet and discover. As for the kids, well, give them free reins in a carpet shop in Marrakesh and they will entertain themselves looking for that magic carpet. Aladdin may be stuck in Disney, but my kids certainly aren’t!

Bargaining hard for the real deal

Why not check out the Van den Boomen family’s adventures in Morocco – they enjoyed an action packed holiday with their little ones in tow.