Uzbekistan (November, 2019) – After several days inside the Itchan Kala hopping around the historical sites, we ventured outside the fortified walls. Our first excursion simply for basic sustenance, we walked across the arcade down a rather dusty road. Eventually we were invited into a large communist Russian era dining hall, it was rather empty, lacked colour, style or any real interest apart from the rustic menu of local foods. It was a complete departure from the intricate textiles and hand painted mosaics in abundance within the boundaries of the Itchan Kala. 

Morocco (September, 2014) – In the Atlas Mountains the driver stopped at the side of road, pointing to a very rickety suspension bridge. While he persuaded me to follow him, my companions decided against the crusade. With trepidation; namely due to my size and "the look" of the bridge, slowly and hesitantly we crossed. On the other side we proceeded up a rocky outcrop into a hidden structure situated between cliff walls and trees. Working away over a fire pit - hammering metal into useful tools, was the loveliest blacksmith. As I left to rejoin my companions, he handed me a couple handfuls of fresh picked figs from the tree outside his studio. I'm reminded of the kindness of strangers in the most unusual places.

India (December, 2016) – Stupefied with sensations of wonderment, we exited Lingdum Gompa after watching rehearsals of a yearly ritual Cham Dance festival to continue our voyage into the mountains and more remote visits with the gods. My last view of the monastery provided a light exchange with a rather chatty monk. We exited the entry portal into an alternately magical world, of snowy peaks and bright blue skies.

Mexico (October, 2017) – We rambled around taking in the little curiosities, the delectable culinary delights, the ornate colonial architecture.  My retrospection recaptures the couple weeks of mystery; including magical and alchemical intrigue. Even the children passively waiting in the church yards provided sympathetic sentiments.