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We stood there for long minutes on the edge of the lake, thousands of pink flamingos forming a dreamlike picture in front of us, and we breathed in the sweet smell of rain on a warm African afternoon.
“Cambodians have three rules for life,” she said. “Eat well, grow up, and take care of family.”
The rice terraces form long emerald staircases as they tumble down glittering green hillsides.
Blooming purple jacaranda flowers weave a labyrinth of wonder. Their sight and scent seeps into every moment of a day spent wandering through a picturesque town by the water.
The landscape of greater Athens may have been somewhat drab but no one could accuse the Greek drivers of being anything but colorful.
A trip that began in springtime ends amidst a wintery panorama of Alpine peaks. We disembark and stagger into a world that is entirely, mesmerizingly white.
“It was just a few days later in Istanbul that we heard one of the funniest lines ever from a man who was trying to entice us into his store. We initially walked past him, pretending not to hear his plea. But then we couldn’t help but laugh.”
It was all part of the Indian paradox. Every impression had two sides. There was uplifting spirituality and abject poverty, technological know-how and confounding disorder, vivid beauty and dreadful filth, and all of it was blended together in a staggering mass of humanity.
It was in Chang Mai that we had one of our more memorable travel experiences during a morning chat with a Buddhist monk.
“A Turkish man whom we just met drove us 20 minutes to a tiny village and left us here. I jumped in a pool of ice water. I laid down on a stone table that was so hot it nearly cooked me. And now I’m having my skin scrubbed off by a guy who is dressed a blue loin cloth. The things we do for travel experiences.”
I stand outside at daybreak as a frosty breeze dances through the Masai Mara National Reserve. Steam rises from my mug and slowly melts away into a misty violet-colored dawn.
The heavens are colored a passionate blue and the earth below is draped in a jagged blanket of white. All sense of time has melted away as we glide in a dream world through shimmering skies above snow-capped peaks.
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