Before I left for my trip, Shark lent me a nice lens for my camera. “You get up every day before dawn, Breezy, and take pictures,” he told me. “Then, again, at sunset, you go out. The rest of the day, the light is crap. If taking photographs is what you want to do, you have to treat it like a job, every day. No more second honeymoons.”
He was referring to my last trip to Vietnam, where basically all that I did was chum around with my toothless guide, Toon, drink sauvignon blanc in the lobby of the Park Hyatt, and stare googly-eyed at Caleb.
Dutifully, I followed his orders. I was up at 5 am every morning. Then, in the late afternoon, I’d have a guide take me out to some vantage point at sunset, as far outside the city as our car—or in one case, his motorbike—would take us.
The trips at dusk made for the sum total of my adventures in India.