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Australia Feb/Mar 2001

About Travel Photography,
Colors of the World.

Manfred is creator of, travel photography, a travel blog and a photography blog (a journey from 2004 to 2013). 'I set out to see the colors of the world, always I try to capture the colors'.

Seeing, is understanding, so I report and photograph, but formost enjoy and live those different conceptions of life (all that TV [and the web] cannot give). I reject jealousy, animosity, bigotry. Be free!

Manfred in the desert of the Western Sahara

The mind, when pondering at night and always asked those questions. What am I doing in corporate wonderland of bank, university, office or church? Who is the other animal asleep deep inside, the thinker, punk, creative, or Indian, vagabond and healer, maybe artist, writer, photographer, traveler, globetrotter? Oh God, dare you to think. When I saw the lies, gambles and manipulations I follow the old dream and set out for the journey of life lived, the journey to see the colors of the world.

During years on the road I have taken the turns as they came along, and realized one thing: Only such a small part of the planet can be explored and such a vast land and sea mass will always remain unknown, to me; many swamps, jungles, deserts and oceans will never be traveled. But then I am father of twin boys, Daniel and David, my most important, and I show them some of the wonders and colors out there.

ThisFabTrek, Photography and Journey, the Stories from the Road and Life around the World, stopped in August 2013 after more than 9 years, Love and Peace.

Last vehicle.

G20, Chevy Gladiator.

Chevrolet Gladiator G20, The boys in Cordillera Blanca, Peru.
The boys and Chevy van, Peru.

The G20, the vehicle that came to me for the Americas adventures.

6 wheeled Land Rover.

Land Rover Defender 6x6
Link to Foley

The vehicle of the Africa adventures, a Foley 6-Wheeled Land Rover Defender.

Before, the MB307.

Manfred and MB307
Journey, Middle East.

The vehicle of the Middle-East and North-Cape Journeys. See all vehicles.

Daniel and David with nanny Aisha, the best we ever had, black African Woman carrying white twin babies, in Bamako, Mali.

Travel Blog

contains Festival/Fiesta/Art photography.

"There is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come." - Victor Hugo.

"What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it, to tell the tale." Living to Tell the Tale - Gabriel García Márquez.

"They never taught wandering in any school I attended. ... they never taught the art of writing a book, either. It's all so mysterious."
"Wandering is an art in itself. Wandering and writing don't mix"
"Writing demands commitment and if one thing your wanderer is allergic to is that very quality of commitment, for once one is committed he runs that very risk of failure ..." Wanderer - Sterling Hayden.

"Photography enables you to grasp a place first time round. ... Photography is a means of exploration, it's a vital part of travel, almost as essential as a car or a plane. " - Wim Wenders.

"The worst prejudice we acquire during our youth is the idea that life is serious. Children have the right instincts: they know that life is not serious, and treat it as a game..." , Egon Friedell.

"How far you gonna go. Before you lose your way back home" - Tryin' To Throw Your Arms Around The World, Achtung Baby, U2.

"If you want to be a hero well just follow me." - Working Class Hero, John Lennon.

"When I think of all the things I have done, I know that it's only just begun." - I love you, Lou Reed.

"One does not escape the Sahara - the Sahara let's you go or not" - Touareg.

"Planet earth is blue and there`s nothing I can do" - This is Ground Control to Major Tom, David Bowie.

"Glory for the crazy people/in this stupid world" - Ahmed Fouad Negm. > life-before > australia-2001

Darwin to Adelaide with Irene

Road Train Darwin to Adelaide, 8,000km in a bit more then 3 weeks. We did not drive straight down Stuart Highway like this truck but ventured left and right into Aboriginal Territories. Sometimes driving very bad roads with our Bush Camper that we had rented from Brits of Australia.

Having been to Australia in 1997 on my own I had been longing to get back and drive a 4x4 vehicle enabling me to go places I could not go then. Today I would say that it was during that trip that it finally clicked and that I decided to go one day on a long journey without having to worry about missing a flight back.

I especially recall one incident in South Australia, on Coffin Bay, a peninsula and nature reserve west of Port Lincoln on the Eyre peninsula, where Irene and I had just spent the night. Indian Ocean beaches stretched as far as the eye could see and us all alone on there. The only encounters we had were some some giant kangaroos and groups of emus crossing our path as we made it from the lagoon across the peninsula to the open ocean. After that one night and morning on the Indian Ocean all alone we returned via the path we had come the day before, driving finally back along the lagoon. We re met the same group of people and their sailing boats anchoring off the coast in the lagoon.

Now three things happened: These people actually confirmed that we had been the only vehicle driving along the beach the day before thus confirming that Irene and I were alone on the whole of the peninsula. What a feeling of wilderness having your peninsula for yourself? Secondly these very nice people invited us to stay, saying they expected more boats to rejoin for some annual reunion here in the lagoon at Coffin Bay. They had just brought ice from near-by town and just caught fresh fish. "Ask them if they want some fish," a guy shouted over several times from one of the boats. There would be a cool happening here in the lagoon, a good party for a couple of days.

My mind went crazy. We could drive to town, stock up with supplies, buy a few cases of wine to buy ourselves in and return and stay for a few more days.

But no, we could not! We had soon to make our flight back from Adelaide to our jobs in Frankfurt, to so-called civilisation. That was when I said to myself: "When I come back to Australia next time I will bring enough time to always be able to stay and never again have to worry about my flight back!" Maybe this was the first time that I knew that I would one day go on a long trip without the usual timely restrictions.

One final note on a fantastic book I read: "Tracks" by Robyn Davidson (wiki), who crossed half the Australian continent by foot, solo, accompanied by four camels and her dog. She tells the story of her 7-month, 1,700 miles long trip and gives great insides into the harsh outback conditions, her dealing with those, herself and the camels and her love for the Aboriginal people and the beauty of the desert.

And I reread Bruce Chatwin, - and finally understand, I have to go on a trip one day.

Bush fires out of car Bush fires

Car wreck rusting away Dirt Road Red Center

Irene, at Chambers Pillar Not yet Oodnadatta track Chambers Pillar Irene, a bath in a gorge near Glen Helen afetr an early morning hike Evening camp near Kintore, about 300km west of Alice Springs deep in Aboriginal Terretories Start of the greatest unknown the trek between Kintore and Docker River, which is not frequented very much A storm broke Sunset while a storm broke Uluru in Clouds Uluru Sunset light Uluru Detail with man sleeping that dirty car Driving bad roads

Kings Canyon River Bed Trees

Irene, near Coober Pedy near Cooper Pede

Coffin Bay

Coffin Bay, Irene Morning at Coffiin Bay beach Evening at Coffiin Bay beach, 20 miles for ourselves > life-before > australia-2001

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