Asian Photo Essays by James Morgan
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Chindana Pearl Farm, Raja Ampat, February 10, 2010
By James Morgan Apr 28, 2010
(Music Recommendation: Colleen/Everyone Alive Wants Answers) We did leave the next morning. I woke up to the sounds of the engine starting and I rubbed sleep out of my eyes as we pulled out into the ocean. The wind had picked up again the night before and it had got quite cold sleeping on deck,
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Doum Island, West Papua, February 10, 2010
By James Morgan Apr 28, 2010
(Music Recommendation: Lukid/Wake Up) When I woke up this morning we were still in dock and most of the crew had disappeared, apparently the generator was broken. The generator was eventually fixed, but by then the wind had picked up too much and the captain said we would have to wait another day. We are
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Sorong, West Papua, February 9, 2010
By James Morgan Apr 28, 2010
(Music Recommendation: Susumu Yokota/Azukiiro No Kaori). The boat didn’t leave today either. We’ve been in ‘so wrong’ three days now. I left Johnny doing some work in the hotel and went to join a teacher friend we’d made, Mitha, at her school. Initially I was supposed to teach English but I ended up getting swarmed
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Sorong, West Papua, February 8, 2010
By James Morgan Apr 28, 2010
Sorong, or ‘so wrong’ is a dusty frontier town awkwardly jammed between the edge of the jungle and the end of the world, from here we’re linking up with Conservation International to take one of their boats out to the northern most island of Raja Ampat, Kep Wayag. The conservation international boat was supposed to
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Sorong, West Papua, February 7, 2010
By James Morgan Mar 18, 2010
(Music Recommendation: Four Tet/Sing) I arrived in Indonesia about a week ago. Before I begin searching for the Bajau Laut, I have an assignment for the Guardian and Destinasian magazine at the far eastern end of Indonesia in Irian Jaya (West Papua). I met Johnny, the writer I’ll be working with for the next few
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The Transiberian Railway
By James Morgan Dec 19, 2009
These are a selection of images from my time couch surfing on and around the transiberian railway in the first few months of this year. Some incredible people, some incredible places, some awful food, lots of standing around naked in people’s gardens steaming whilst they beat me with sticks. Apparently it’s good for you. Thanks
