Seville to Hackney: a photographic journey.
In Seville, a guide and tourists looking up. The beginning of the film.
In Vienna, an afternoon sleep, my lover is in the bathroom.
In Tijuana, warning posters.
In Zacatecas, songs from a man with few teeth, but a voice that would carry across valleys.
Back at the hotel, washing up to dry.
In Chiang Mai, slow connections.
In Guadalajara, a shabby bar, just closed, or just about to open, promises a good time.
On the way to China from Laos, ladies offer drugs in little waxed paper sachets, hidden beneath hand-made bracelets.
At home, on my sofa in Hackney. The table I bought for £15 from Brick Lane.
At The Last Resort, on Ko Lanta, stuck to the fake wood ceiling, attracted to the light, a ghecko lets out its bird-like call.
Some are easier than others.
For some, some may be easier than others.
Into Laos, polysterene packaging is pushed in.
In Luang Prabang, threadbare glamour is mine for $3 a night. The sounds of the night enter through the slatted walls.
Back in Hackney, I pack up my room.
Elly Clarke, 2007
These images and text were originally produced for publication in 'Mobilizing Hospitality: The Ethics of Social Relations in a Mobile World' target="blank", edited by Jennie Germann Molz and Sarah Gibson, 2007, following a conference at the Centre for Mobility Research at Lancaster University of the same name.