Subject:   [adventure!] Digital camera advice

Date:   4/4/2004 3:05:20 PM

 

 

 

Hey folks,

 

A year or two ago I decided to buy a digital camera. My previous experience

with cameras had been with the point-and-click variety that show up at your

house and you can't remember whether you bought it at a garage sale for 50

cents or took it from your parents' closet. My strategy with the camera was

to put batteries and film in it and then every so often hold it up in the

air or in front of my hip and say 'hey!', then take a picture of people some

friends turning around with a questioning look on their faces. I literally

have shoeboxes full of these kinds of pictures intermingled with pictures of

dorm rooms or dirty student houses taken at strange drunken angles. These

are a few of my favourite things.

 

So the idea behind buying a digital camera was partly to save money on film

processing by downloading drunkenly-angled pictures onto my computer, but

also to save money on hyper-tension drugs by throwing out my scanner[1].

The model I decided to buy was an Olympus 500-Something, based on careful

research that involved asking my computer-savvy friend Scott[2] which camera

he bought.

 

I can highly recommend this camera. It has survived this long in the hands

and pockets of an absolutely careless traveller, through sandy deserts,

humid showers, bumpy bus rides, and even precarious olive trees and is only

now beginning to express its true feelings by occaisionally refusing to turn

on. By occaisionally of course I mean only when there is something really

cool to take a picture of, like a full moon over a church in

Transylvania[3], but then allowing me to take a picture of my face in the

morning, which at least a couple of you know is not pretty, but few of you

know just how unphotogenic a person with a funny-looking beard can be after

a night in a snorey hostel. I was taking the picture of my face this

morning because I was about to shave off part of my ridiculous beard. But a

combination of alluringly beautiful weather and an indecision about which

part to cut off has allowed the beard to live another day.

 

Anyway, the latest trial my camera has had to endure has also involved my

pants (also known as my 'camera case'). This afternoon I took a couple of

buses to get to Bran Castle (which is referred to as the Dracula castle, but

which seems to have absolutely no link to Dracula) and put my camera in the

outside or 'cargo' pockets of my pants, which button up, just in case there

was a pickpocket on the crowded bus. I also put my wallet in the other-side

cargo pocket and kept a few bucks in my regular pockets. Crowded buses are

a great place to pick peoples' pockets because when you are standing up you

have to hold on to the handles above your head, leaving at least one side of

you undefended. When I got back to the hostel I noticed that the pocket

that had my camera had been slashed with a knife. A neat little slash along

the back of the pocket, about three inches long. Just enough to pull out

.... I don't know what actually, but not an Olympus 500-something camera. Or

my wallet, which was on the other non-slashed side of my pants.

 

I was happy with my 'paranoid' strategy of reaching down every couple of

minutes to check whether the buttons of my cargo pockets were still

buttoned-up. Of course, this didn't stop the thief from slashing my pants,

but I'm pretty sure it did stop them from slashing the extra inch or two

that would have allowed my camera to fall out.

 

In conclusion, my travel advice for you is to take the extra time to shave

off part of your beard in the morning and just catch the next bus. You'll

avoid the pickpocket, and when you smile at the pretty ticket girl at the

castle she might smile back.

 

Have fun!

jay

 

 

[1] A 'scanner' is a piece of equipment that attaches to your computer and

allows you to store up to 4 4x6 photographs while you try to figure out why

your printer no longer works.

 

[2] Scott has been referred to (lovingly) by his wife as 'the guy who, among

geeks, is the alpha-geek'.

 

[3] Hey, I'm in Transylvania right now, and it's a full moon.