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My entire trip around Asia has been designed to get me to Bangkok right at this moment. It was part of the reason I decided to switch my initial flight in from Bangkok to Singapore. It was part of the reason I decided against getting a longer visa my first time in Thailand. Way back in September I was checking the day's competitive eating news from my apartment in Barcelona when I saw this on Eatfeats: there was going to be an eating contest. In Bangkok. In February. And that fell right dab in the middle of when I was planning...

I had plans to meet up again with Gulender and Murat, who I met a few weeks ago, the last time I was staying in Istanbul. I had no idea what they had in store for me for the day. We started with breakfast at a place along the Bosphorus. We had tomatoes and cucumbers, honey and cream, olives and cheese, bread and cherry jam, and eggs with peppers and tomatoes. And, of course, a little Turkish coffee....

On Thursday morning I woke up dark and early at 5am to get picked up for my hot air balloon ride. Really, it's the thing to do in Cappadocia. I waited with two others from my hostel until the bus driver came to whisk us to the company's headquarters for breakfast. It was dark and cold and the Nescafe and bread weren't quite doing it for me. Why can't they just skip the whole breakfast thing and let you sleep in a little longer?...

Writing something down next to number one on your bucket list can be daunting. It's the one item everyone is guaranteed to read and it just sits there like a sore thumb waiting to be bandaged. Waiting to be ticked off. It has to be something big. Something worth kicking off a list of life goals. Something that, when crossed off, will be impressive. When I first started my list, officially on January 1, 2009, I added "backpack through Europe for at least three months" as my number one goal. And today I crossed it off. I'll tell you a secret....

As I said, Paris wasn't in the plan. I intentionally left it off my itinerary because I had decided that I only wanted to go to places I've never been before. And I went to Paris five years ago. But I was in need of something familiar. And Paris just seemed like the perfect place to go. And, even if I've been there before, I haven't been to everywhere thereI wanted to go...

Joey Chestnut chomps through his hot dogs with such ferocity that particles of wet bun hang in the air like dust in front of a sunny crack of window. That is what I most crave to capture. Over the years I've honed my own method for competitive eating photography: slightly overexpose to account for shadows and to add brightness (it's a personal preference), high shutter speed (which often comes with bumping up the ISO) to suspend the debris in an isolated moment. In photographs, throughout years, throughout contests, throughout types of food, patterns emerge in how some eaters choose to eat. Bob Shoudt, AKA...

As you all know I am one of the world's biggest fans of competitive eating. Since 2007 I've been to 20 professional contests, always a spectator, always with camera in hand. I'm kind of a superfan. But I have never once stepped behind the table to compete. My self portrait as a competitive eater. Number 54 on my incomplete list of 1,000 things I want to do in life is "Compete in a professional eating contest." Well, I am very happy to announce that I will be competing in my very first professional (and first ever) eating contest in April! I'm hitting the...