... the bus station. The lovely landlord’s little son gapes in admiration as soon as he sees me, a foreigner, step in. He follows me upstairs and when I open the door to go out I find him waiting for me. He ...
... He is all for a healthy lifestyle as is evident from his supple body, evenly tanned by the tropical sun of former travel destinations.
What is odd is that he came here because of an imaginary love story. ...
... to provide a materialistic counterpart to the mosque minaret.
The place is scattered with Thracian ruins. Lovers have convened to enjoy the sunset, if not their intimacy, surrounded as they are by other ...
Among all the nice people I’ve met in Ethiopia the thing that stands out as a common feature is their lovely smile. People often greeted and welcomed me with a beaming face, white teeth contrasting beautifully ...
Yesterday night I was doing some planning and I fell in love with Debre Damo just by reading about it. Its location on a mountain top that can only be reached by climbing up a rope seemed very intriguing, ...
... here on, the route is very pleasant until we get to Debark. It’s not the dramatic views we enjoyed from the top of the plateau, but it’s nevertheless a lovely countryside.
We stopped for lunch ...
... means that the quickest eats the most, so if I didn’t want to leave the place with an empty stomach, I had to adapt and start grabbing my share at their rhythm.
They were lovely children, one Muslim ...
... they were stage properties, moves slowly on the scene wielding an axe and a long handled hammer. He’s already cut a body into small pieces that he throws to the vultures around. He’s not wearing gloves, ...
... neighbour to dodge a hot spillover on my clothes. The girl gives out a shrill cry of excitement and instead of gripping the bowl in her hands, she lets it go. Down on the floor it is spilled, noodles and ...
... after she’d given me the easy cue. She mentioned a failed love-affair, then a need for a change from the land of the forced smiles and the fake shiny appearances, as she put it.
Her fair complexion was ...
... would know Him; If abandoning one's wife would summon God Would not thousands be eunuchs? Mirabai knows that to find the Divine One The only indispensable is Love. ...
... who screw the bolts and the welders. No protection, nor gloves. The large team isn't all at work. It seems that only a few active ones are taking the initiative under the gaze of many more. Half an hour ...
... deserts of Ladakh.
We get at Darcha, that lies in a lovely location. To get down to this village in the bottom of the valley we had to drive on a small road at mid slope at a hair-raising height from ...
... the used containers asks me the time. It's now nearly time to round up the ceremony and have lunch. I find a lovely guesthouse with a garden in the village below the monastery. After lunch I clamber up ...
... finished and goes away. I feel relieved and victorious for sorting out this matter.
After a few tries I find a lovely guesthouse with a nice garden on the shore in a quiet spot, but I have a second ...
... be a middleman of.
His floating house is decidedly pretty, I must admit. All of wood, with nice furniture, a lovely sitting room, a pleasant balcony overlooking the lake. It's cosy and quiet, far from ...
... What strikes me most is the love for humanity that it emanates. There may be people who think this sensation may be accounted for by some energy stemming from the place, but rather I believe that from ...
... out drops of sweat. I get to the river embankment, the khor, really tidy with lovely benches. A very rare thing for an Arab city.
Soon sleep takes over me, I have to lie down on a bench and nap off a ...
... in a lovely oblique evening light, altogether different from the perpendicular one of the morning that didn't cast a shade at all.
As had been recommended to me, I go to a recently inaugurated hotel ...
... and take a car to Hababa. It's a lovely village, but rather out of repair. After wandering in its streets and being pursued by the children in search for the eternal pen, I head for Thula trekking across ...