The Nicolas Cage movie Ghostrider is a pretty bad movie. At least according to film aficionados. But on the way home from the trek, a few things remind me of that, without Satan, without fire and skeleton. But with numerous anxious moments. But on the wonderful smelling morning just before the trek there are no forebodings. Nothing like that. Today is …
Hsipaw - Mrs. Popcorn... and a Martian
A concert just for me alone. A hidden bird sings in the bushes, another answers, a third joins in the morning concert. The morning shows the face of the town. It is an exceptionally pleasant face. Once again I feel completely at home in a place at first glance. A gentle breeze blows during breakfast...
The Gokteik Bridge - Above the Abyss
Last night was pretty bad. Where should I start? With how cold it is in the room? With the dogs? I love them, but that night I could have strangled every single one of them. Why they are holding a rendezvous lasting several hours in front of my room and the aim is apparently to find the loudest screamer, barker and howler...