People of the Coral Triangle from James Morgan Photography on Vimeo.
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23-04-2011
The last Bajau sea nomads
There he finds the Balau Laut, one of the last nomadic marine communities in the world, having their way of life threatened. This and depleting fish stocks is driving them to destructive fishing techniques, such as using dynamite and cyanide, maiming and killing Bajau fishermen and taking the world's epicentre of coral diversity to the point of almost irreversible damage
22-04-2011
Marathon London 1948
Wie kent deze Belg nog ...?
Etienne Gailly.
It was another hot and humid day in London when the 1948 marathon was held. This time the route ended with a lap of Wembley Stadium, but the denouement was eerily similar. In a tight race, the 25-year-old Belgian Etienne Gailly was battling with Delfo Cabrera of Argentina and Tom Richards of Wales as they entered the last mile. Gailly suddenly found a burst of energy and tore ahead. With half a mile to the stadium, he led Cabrera by 50 yards and Richards by 100. But the wheels were about to clank off.
In the packed stadium, supporters waited anxiously for the runners to arrive. "And then it happened," began the Manchester Guardian. "A gaunt, tousled and much bespattered figure, wearing the faded red vest of Belgium, tottered up the slope on to the track and paused blinking like a prisoner released from some underground dungeon. It was Gailly. But alas, the slope up the Olympic Way and that last small cruel rise in the tunnel had brought him to his knees and he turned slowly, oh so slowly, to his right for the last 440 metres of track that lay between him and victory. And this time no man ran to help him as 40 years ago they had done to the undoing of Dorando, though it was distressing to watch him in his agony.
"Just as Gailly began to move forward a second figure appeared – Cabrera, going very slowly, but actually running with short steady strides and concentrating deeply on his task. Gailly was undone. He probably did not know that Cabrera passed him at once amid tremendous applause. Before they had completed the lap a shout that split the heavens announced the arrival of Richards, still comparatively fresh and spurting hard. Again Gailly could offer no resistance and Richards came home second."
It was at this point that Gailly, all elbows and knees, waddling around the track like a cloth puppet, stopped moving altogether. But then, unlike Dorando, he received beneficial help from an official. With Gailly staring at him blankly, the official shooed him onwards. Gailly snapped out of his trance and stumbled on, painfully, eventually crossing the line to claim bronze, much to the crowd's delight. He was in hospital when the medal ceremony took place, but at least he had a prize for his efforts, which were none too bad for a marathon debutant, although his travails often obscure the fact that gold medallist Cabrera, too, was running his first 26-mile race.
Etienne Gailly.
It was another hot and humid day in London when the 1948 marathon was held. This time the route ended with a lap of Wembley Stadium, but the denouement was eerily similar. In a tight race, the 25-year-old Belgian Etienne Gailly was battling with Delfo Cabrera of Argentina and Tom Richards of Wales as they entered the last mile. Gailly suddenly found a burst of energy and tore ahead. With half a mile to the stadium, he led Cabrera by 50 yards and Richards by 100. But the wheels were about to clank off.
In the packed stadium, supporters waited anxiously for the runners to arrive. "And then it happened," began the Manchester Guardian. "A gaunt, tousled and much bespattered figure, wearing the faded red vest of Belgium, tottered up the slope on to the track and paused blinking like a prisoner released from some underground dungeon. It was Gailly. But alas, the slope up the Olympic Way and that last small cruel rise in the tunnel had brought him to his knees and he turned slowly, oh so slowly, to his right for the last 440 metres of track that lay between him and victory. And this time no man ran to help him as 40 years ago they had done to the undoing of Dorando, though it was distressing to watch him in his agony.
"Just as Gailly began to move forward a second figure appeared – Cabrera, going very slowly, but actually running with short steady strides and concentrating deeply on his task. Gailly was undone. He probably did not know that Cabrera passed him at once amid tremendous applause. Before they had completed the lap a shout that split the heavens announced the arrival of Richards, still comparatively fresh and spurting hard. Again Gailly could offer no resistance and Richards came home second."
It was at this point that Gailly, all elbows and knees, waddling around the track like a cloth puppet, stopped moving altogether. But then, unlike Dorando, he received beneficial help from an official. With Gailly staring at him blankly, the official shooed him onwards. Gailly snapped out of his trance and stumbled on, painfully, eventually crossing the line to claim bronze, much to the crowd's delight. He was in hospital when the medal ceremony took place, but at least he had a prize for his efforts, which were none too bad for a marathon debutant, although his travails often obscure the fact that gold medallist Cabrera, too, was running his first 26-mile race.
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