So I just arrived back in Toronto. And I’m in a different world. A few days ago I was walking around in Tokyo amongst the crowds enjoying the beginning of the cherry blossom season and warmer weather. The enticement of the cherry blossoms was too much for the locals myself and to resist. In hindsight, I should have avoided it all together. Nothing was out of the norm. The handful of tourists attractions that were closed, way before social distancing became a thing, were the only indicator that something was happening.
When I arrived home, I stepped into the apocalypse. The airport was empty (although Narita airport was also empty), Toronto arrival’s board mostly marked with cancelled flights. I waited for the bus to arrive and saw something I never seen before. The front door did not open, only the back. Two people exited and I entered into an empty bus. I look towards the front of the bus and noticed rope was being used as a blockade separating riders from the bus driver. And thus no way to pay for the trip.
When I stepped out of the bus I nearly saw tumble weed cross by. A ghost town as the cliché goes. And this is a central bus station, always packed with people going on about their daily lives. I headed to a local subway to grab a sandwich (out of desperation, I never eat fast food). I walk in to find the chairs flipped up onto the tables and a notice saying no dine in, take out only. Fine by me, I thought to myself. I grab my sandwich and head over home so start my 14 day quarantine. Only to get home and realize I have no groceries! Back out into the apocalypse but cautiously distancing myself and wearing a mask.
Note: This was written on and around March 21 and 22. I was only able to upload on the 24th.
The warm weather or the blossoming flowers are great reasons to get out of the house. Put the two together and you have an enticing duo that can’t be ignored. The cherry blossom viewing, hanami, is centuries old tradition that can’t be broken even during virus pandemic. This is the first time I have witnessed this celebration and I am not sure what the typical size of crowds are. But I can confidently say, in this time where social distancing is the protocol, this is a high amount of traffic walking the parks and streets of Tokyo. Including myself. Is this a confident gamble or blissful ignorance by the people of Tokyo? We shall see.
Numbers are rising
This past week saw a spike in cases of COVID-19, and yet overall the numbers seem low compared to other countries. Countries that encountered the disease after Japan have already surpassed Japan’s numbers. Theory here is that Japan is still not testing has many people has it should. Some news outlets are reporting that the reason for the low infection numbers is that Japanese people are being careful and wearing masks. The cynic in me believes that Japan is purposely covering the numbers due to the Olympics. The country tourism has taken a huge hit already. Cancelling or delaying the games would further hurt the economics.
I left for back home
I left for home. Canadian government called on all travellers to come back in order to avoid possibly being trapped. And that’s what I did. Air Canada allowed people to change their plans without penalty in this current situation. I’ll be arrive back and plan on doing the 14 day self quarantine.
As of March 7, the streets seem less crowded with tourists, a bunch of attractions are closed for a few weeks and schools closed early. And people on social networks are asking me if i am scared or worried to be here. I have been here since February 10 and plan at the moment to be until April 30.
So am I worried or concerned? Well, I’m not worried about the virus or getting sick, my concern lies in my flight as countries start banning flights from and to heavily infected countries. If the numbers keep going up and then I will be in difficult spot if Canada imposes travel restrictions, which they have done with China already.
Will the numbers rise? I think yes, but only because the Japanese government will most likely be testing more people and thus infections will be detected. Currently Japan has been relaxed about who they test, only requirements for testing are if you been to China recently. Currently Korea has about 6000 confirmed cases but carried out tens of thousand of tests, Japan so far only 8100 tests and just over 1000 confirmed cases. This is just the tip of the iceberg.
The citizens have been more proactive, pretty much all have been wearing masks. People wear masks when sick as curiosity for others in order not to make them sick. And everyone is wearing them, so much so that literally every store is sold out of masks. Although reports, including WHO, say that masks don’t offer protection. There is just something about the feeling of having an extra bit of security for when that person standing 5 feet away starts sneezing and coughing,
The beginning of mass hysteria? The atmosphere here is that of calm and orderly. Except for the toilet paper fiasco, the other thing that has been completely sold out at stores. It all started 2 weeks ago when a fake post online somewhere circulated so much it triggered mass hysteria. The post falsely stated that there would be toilet paper shortage in Japan because the manufacturing plants in China are closed due to COVID-19. Although the toilet paper industry here in publicly announced that most of the paper sold in Japan is manufactured in the country. But that wasn’t enough to stop the rush. This hoarding didn’t stop at toilet paper, tampons and pads were effected. Personal cleansing wipes and tissue paper were also affected but not as a serious.
Closures At the moment there are many tourist attractions closed. The closures began in February and were planned to re-open mid March. Such places include Disneyland, Fuji Q Highland, Tokyo Skytree, Ghibli Museum. Some department stores have shortened the hours to reduce traffic. Schools closed at the beginning of March at the suggestion of the government. The closures were not mandatory but Japan is the type of culture that will listen and follow their leaders. An important note to consider, it was easy to close schools because they going to close in 2 weeks for holidays, so this wasn’t a major disruption.
So at the moment I watch and wait to decide whether to wait it out till the end or avoid possible headaches and just go back home.
Although I am kind of enjoying the streets with less tourists.
I believe a travel curse has been placed on me. I don’t travel as often as I would like, but my last three trips I have witnessed an accident on each trip. No major injuries or death we’re involved, probably only bruised egos. Like an ironic twist of fate, where my joy of traveling causes pain and discomfort for others.
First was Amsterdam, a city with a large number of cyclists. The city is meticulously planned out so roads, sidewalks and bicycle lanes all equally have their purpose. All the organization in the world can’t prevent someone who isn’t focused from being punished for their moment of stupidity. I witnessed such a moment walking along the lanes under the Rijksmuseum which is open to foot and bike traffic. Locals and tourists were flooding the museum. A tourist couple stepped into the lanes, the man blindly walking ahead of his wife unknowingly dodging bikes. His wife chased after him and nearly collided with a rider who was quick enough to break and avoid bulldozing her over. The husband turned back to comfort his wife and walked right into the path of new bike rider, this rider had no time to stop! He ran into the husband, who dived towards the ground into a roll, feet up in the air like a gunslinger shooting 2 revolvers aimlessly at the heavens. No injuries, but pride definitely hit a new low that day.
Following trip, Portugal, the colorful Palacio De Pena. I’m recording a video attempting to capture the beautiful castle when I spot 4 resident cleaners coming down the steps. One the cleaners slipped and lands hard on her butt slipping down a few steps. The curse strikes again! No injuries or bruised egos this time, but bruised buttocks and a smile to shrug it off.
My last trip, in Lima, I witnessed a potentially serious accident, but again thankfully no serious injuries. Sitting street level enjoying lunch, I was watching the traffic go by. In the center of the street was a median with row of motorcycles parked in the center. A few of the motorcycle owners were hanging out chatting with each other. Some bikes had a food storage box attached for food deliveries. The busy city traffic was buzzing by when one rider pulled out backwards without looking. Suddenly he was rammed in the side by another motorbike, causing him to fall off his bike T.J. Hooker style onto the road with oncoming traffic approaching. He managed to avoid being run over by a vehicle. That not only would have been tragic, but definitely would have ruined my appetite too.
On our way back home from Cusco, we had an undesirable nine hour layover in Lima. We had no idea how we were going to kill the time. Upon arrival we dropped our bags at the storage locker for the day and booked a taxi. Doing a quick search on Trover I noticed that a part of a city was very popular.
Miraflores is a suburb of Lima on the oceans coast, with parts of the city’s edge rising at some points to 79 meters above sea level.
A good starting is Parque del Amor, featuring ocean views and romanticized art, sculpted walls with murals, and mosaics with romantic poetry.
Working our way down the sets of stairs we were greeted with the ocean and enjoyed a lovely sunset.
With the hours quickly winding down, we made our way to Parque John. F. Kennedy. Located at the center of the Miraflores. Popular for the public exhibitions, performances, artisan markets and surprisingly, a large population of cats. They make the park home and are fed and cared for by volunteers. The cats are generally friendly, especially if you catch them during feeding time.
After frolicking with the felines, we grabbed a taxi and headed back to the airport for our flight back home.
Points of Interest mentioned in this post with links to Google Maps
When arriving at Lima Airport, make you sure you book a taxi located just before the arrivals exit to avoid scammers.
Uber (at the time this writing) is not allowed to pick up people at the airport, but drop offs are ok.
The airport is located in the Callao district, apparently not so friendly area to tourists. Any of the airport crew will tell not to go outside unless in a car or bus. Even to cross the street to reach the hotel located outside the airport.
I don’t have a picture of it so you will have to take my word for it.
They say you should have your camera with you at all times to catch the moment as it happens. Even if I had my camera with me, it would have been humanly impossible to catch it in time. I was in the back seat of a car riding through the small streets Zagora. The small street vendors were blurring by on a hot October afternoon, as we made our way back to Marrakech. My head was leaning against the car window bobbing side to side as we weaved through the small chaotic streets of the city. Among all the street vendors, I noticed one in particular, a meat vendor, in what appeared to be the smallest butcher shop in the world. Basically a 10×12 foot shack that was the lone shop for many of the locals.
Two men stood in the shack under a few pieces of hanging meat swatting flies in what appeared to be a futile attempt of pest control. Not wanting to give up, one shopkeeper came up with a better idea. Reaching under the counter, he grabbed a can of Raid and started to shake the can getting ready to fire… that was the last thing I saw as the car drove away…
Or how I stopped stressing and chose to show my work.
Leading up to my trip to Portugal in October, I decided to post a travel image once a day on Instagram throughout September.
With the excitement of visiting my home country, a place I have not visited in 20 years, I wanted to share some of my previous work.
Would I receive more likes, followers or comments? I know what you are thinking, “Eric, are likes and followers really that important to you?” I decided no, but I would be examining the traction I received. What photos would receive likes and comments?
Was it the subject, composition, post processing treatment or simply the viewing angle? Were the landscape photos as well received vs the city pictures? Pictures with people or without? This information would have an effect on the mindset I would take with me to Portugal.
My greatest challenge is myself, minuscule confidence can turn into the harshest criticism. I would have to step out of my personal boundaries in order to grow as a photographer. Being your own critic is a tool needed to develop in any artisitc field, but in my personal experience it can sometimes affect my potential.
If I don’t share, display and make it known that I am out there creating, I will never grow. I must continue to pursue opportunities to create experiences that I love to photograph and share.
Off the beaten path, a visit to an almost abandoned island is a must. This island currently houses more cats then humans. Only about 100 residents or so remain here feeding the ever growing cat population. Taking a step off the boat you will be greeted with well, nothing really. Just a minutes walk towards the residential houses and you will be swarmed with cats.