Where Has Jon Gone. It’s admittedly a strange name for a blog. It came about from my habitual need to wander off and explore everything; for fear of missing out on something, on anything. It’s probably the most commonly asked question about me; and although this is primarily a travel blog I guess it is also a story about my life in some ways. A very good slice of which has been bogged down by my mental demons; and this post is about just that. I felt it was time to get some truths that are hidden deep in the shadowy recesses of my mind out into the open and into the light. These thoughts are locked up in a place I’ve rarely let anyone into. They’ve peered; but they have certainly never crossed the threshold.
By all accounts I’m a pretty young guy who has lead what a good number of people would consider a privileged life. I am not about to deny it. I consider the ability to travel and see the world as a luxury that not everyone has the time or money to do. I’m not in a position to travel indefinitely but if I could I would! I’m happiest when I’m on the move and I feel so relaxed when just literally slotting into the world and watching every bit of it zoom past me; taking it all in at my own pace – preferably with a cold beer and good company.
I’m a massive fan of street art. I love finding what people have created and I’m always bowled over at the talent and the life and character that it gives a place. Below are some of my favourite pieces – whether they are murals, paintings, sculptures or even just a snapshot of life that I’ve found on my travels.
I love taking photos and one of my favourite types is the panorama. Trying to capture a whole scene and getting that cool fish eye effect to me is really awesome. Below are some of my favourite panoramas from my travels. All were taken on an iPhone 5. They don’t quite capture how great some of these places are but they look cool nonetheless. I hope you enjoy them and for the hell of it let’s see who can tell me where these are from!
Rome. A city founded 750 years before Christ and if the legend is to be believed by the two brothers Romulus and Remus who were raised by wolves. However, when deciding what to name their new founded city, one brother killed the other and named it after himself. I’ll let you guess which one. Of course an empire founded on fratricide that covered most of modern day Europe, Northern Africa and the Middle East was going to have a brutally bloody, yet interesting history. I made the mistake of assuming that being the capital seat of the Roman Empire, that the city would be larger than it is.
Washington D.C. is the political playground of the United States, home to more memorials, epitaphs, tombs and monuments than I’ve seen anywhere else. D.C is small and can be covered in a few days tops, that is unless you’re a huge museum geek, in which case you may need a few extra days. I feel the beauty of DC lies in it’s layout. It’s simple and to the point. You can easily walk from sight to sight with ease.
The West Lake is a wonderful place to get lost in some dramatic hill drenched scenery while the willows rustle in the wind around you. Oh and no doubt you’ll be able to hear traditional Chinese music drifting across the water from somewhere. The time of year that I went meant that the trees were awash with flaming reds, burnt oranges and every shade of yellow in-between, interspersed with greens here and there. Explore towering pines, fields of ferns, bushes and other shrubbery, meander through bamboo and wander through forests of maple type trees bursting with colour. See if you can locate the stones that create a path along a stream and the statues of children playing in the water, locate the zig-zagging bridge that takes you out onto the lake itself, the statues commemorating brave warriors and see if you can find the lover’s seating area hidden on a hill. There’s plenty to try and find!