The best part of my travels were that it took me to towns less known. Parts of the world almost never frequented by tourists. Each one of them I gave a little of my heart to.
Dae-san was the first place I set my feet upon. It is a tiny port in South korea. They had huge lettuces growing in their home-gardens. I could have spent the whole day watching them. In Dae-san I discovered how it felt to be the cynosure of all eyes. Must add it wasnt a very enjoyable experience, not when you have locals stare and point at you saying "Indo, Indo". With me clad in a salwar-kameez sporting knee length hair and most of all the bindi on my forehead I should be glad they didnt think Id landed from some distant planet!
It must all have been a dream...
Floating on the Mississipi one winter in 95 felt almost surreal - the beauty of the place being so mind blogging. It felt like being inside a pirate story of yesteryears, the quiet of the place with the roads winding alongside the beautiful river - twisting and turning. The long drive from Le Havre to Paris along the country side made me wish it never ended. It was drizzling in cold Mongstad, Norway which added to the loveliness of the tiny village with its sparse buildings.
Nothing can beat sailing leisurely into a port and stepping ashore into vast stretches of beauty unmarred by human and buildings. As you stand by the sea , the soft cool breeze carressing your face you realize how beautiful life is.
....I should be glad they didnt think Id landed from some distant planet!...:D
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