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Last weekend found myself in the least expected places--the Wales Rally GB 2004, wow! Can I sound more excited? First day: nothing much to say other than us setting up tents at a campside in Cardiff. I haven't been camping since when, high school, so was pretty up for the idea. Imagine snuggling up beside the campside fire, toasting marshmallows, hiding from bears and snakes... Well, part of it was true. HY was very proud of his vintage Indian tent, which created the illusion of him as a hardcore mountaineerer who challenged the Himalayas during the 1980's. In the end it proved to be a decent shelter against wind and rain. Indeed, bears and snakes we saw none, but on the second day it was pissing down like mad. I woke up early at 5a.m. just to stand in the middle of mud, wind and rain with a bunch of geeky blokes watching four wheels speeding by. I remember once visiting the Highgate Cemetary, when we came to a tomb of a Victorian horseman who once rode on his horse and carriage from London to Brighton with the fastest speed recorded. He was such a sensation that all the Victorian ladies and gents came to observe the spectacle. That was then and this is now. If being soaking wet is not my understanding of the definition for 'fun', then aiming to take awesome motion shots of fast moving objects is. As I realised later that most of my collection were pictures of half of the automobile--pooh. My presence there reminds me of my supervisor who had to take his 11-year-old son to the video arcade exhibition at Docklands. Whilst playing video games is not exactly a Renaissance researcher's idea of a fun day, he can still enjoy the novelty of the developing urbanity Docklands provides.
The One and Only Modern Indian Tent
Walking in the Rain
Too Slow
In Time