Stan Lee Pengelly's Travels

An Hour Well Spent

An Hour Well Spent
In Sacramento, California there is an art gallery I love to visit.  It is not huge and it doesn't have a lot of big-name artists, but I think that is why I like it more than, say, The Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in New York City.  Yeah, sure that is a crazy thing to say because MoMA has art…

Not Because It’s There

Not Because It’s There
I think the most important thing to know about mountain climbing is the motivation for doing it. A greater man than me said he climbed a mountain because it’s there. In August 2000 when I climbed Mt Shasta in northern California my desire was to disobey my aunt. You see, when I was about seven years old, I told her…

I went with Plan C

I went with Plan C
Sometimes even Plan B won't work.  Sometimes ya gotta go with your dead-last choice when traveling. During my trip to Nepal a year ago, I met two very pleasant people from Canada who invited me to visit them.  They knew I was a photographer and that I liked to do night and landscape photography.  Joel and Kathleen described the beauty…

Interior Design by Edgar Allan Poe?

Interior Design by Edgar Allan Poe?
How do you wrap your head around a holy shrine so beautiful and yet so ghastly and repulsive? This question is what went through my mind when I visited a huge cathedral in a tiny village in southern Peru. I was on a "photographers-only" tour. The dozen or so of us had been or would visit the usual sites in…

The Beginnings of My Wanderlust

The Beginnings of My Wanderlust
My trip to Iran in November 1977 is what got me hooked on foreign travel.  The friendly people, their intensely interesting culture, customs and  country instilled in me the desire to visit more places outside the USA. How I got to Iran was by sitting sideways in a USAF C-141 cargo plane for hours and hours with a couple dozen other American GIs…

Bangladesh Trip Part 3

Bangladesh Trip Part 3
Exhilaration and dread.  Those two emotions have always been what I felt when traveling by road in Asia, but this time it was more intense. My two guides and I were blasting down a mountain road in a beat up old Toyota Land Cruiser on our way back to Ruma.  The road was barely wide enough for the Cruiser and in Third World style…

Bangladesh Trip Part 2

Bangladesh Trip Part 2
I wrote in Part 1 that I go to places like Bangladesh for the photography.  This is only partially true.  I like seeing how other people live, hearing what their concerns are and observing their customs.  Think of me as an amateur cultural anthropologist with a camera. The night before leaving on a hike to Boga Lake, we met up with the…

Bangladesh Trip, Part 1

Bangladesh Trip, Part 1
After my face smacked the headrest in front of me, I sat in my bus seat and thought: “Wow. I survived.” Other than a little numbness in my upper lip, I felt fine. For several seconds all was silent in the bus. Everyone was stunned. Then came the crying, screaming and chaos. After struggling to get out, I found out…
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