places and times to live in again and again!

the last one week has been a phase of 'yeses' and 'noes' and 'heres' and 'theres' and ofcourse lots of good things, places and people.
the hopes and disappointments that i was talking about in the last post, finally gave way to one beautiful journey that was really one i'd like to live again. Not that I anyway forget any of my journeys, but i think there are very few that i think about for a long time afterward. It was one of it's kind because it encompassed a lot of different experiences, slow time and fast time, slow mind and fast mind, opulence and roughing up (and both to death), adventure, trial, numbness of mind and body, speedracing of mind and body and many more.

I'm sorry for such a horrible and vague description, but as I think and write about it, these are the only expressions that come to my mind. Maybe, just maybe, I can try to explain them, but the point is my language (i mean superlatives) is not rich enough to describe a lot of things. I'll attempt nevertheless.

Ofcourse, it's not an itinerary so I will again not start with where we started. But things which are top of my mind. It all began with a BIG lie. I don't usually lie, so this was different. One led to another and yet another. And I realized if I can't catch up with my own lies, I start fretting and fumbling.

So I was supposed to go somewhere else, and I landed somewhere else. Anyhow, where I landed was this place of enormous beauty, depth, fecundity and untouched by pollutions of the plains. Our resort, the warm place was perched on top of a mountain, led by roads which would not accommodate many vehicles horizontally. Our room afforded us the most brilliant view of green, brown, cement and snow occasionally. I was only wondering about the little cute-eyed, cheek-tanned little kids who inhabited those little silos. The place was cold, but unlike a lot of cold and damp places, there was warmth in the room.

We hiked and walked uphill and then downhill, all of which was fun. Sometimes, we would take the short-cuts to the next step on the mountain, climbing the rocky terrains, circumventing the winding roads.

We wassailed in the warmth of embraces of occasional smokes and bon fires of the mountains and 'magic moments'. Got a little laughy-daughy and a little dotty-shotty. It was great fun, watching people in the drunk state.

Slept well, very well, waking up in the middle of the night, amid the little tiny twinkling bulbs of civilization that paint the landscape in the night to talk a little bit of comforts and last-nights and next-mornings.

Ate well, very well. We ate in the quaintest, little 'gallas', eating whatever that was available. But mostly I junked it and junked it by eating 'American Onions' and 'Spanish Tomatoes'. Thanks to my company. They made sure these were abundant. We dreaded sick, puky, uneasy feelings amongst us and therefore carried medicines all along.

We also went to a few places that we disappointed us. But what the hell. Disappointments are necessary. One would never know otherwise that there were other people in the world, who could occupy the hot springs and geysers that you thought you once owned. One would also never come to know the real value of beautiful living on the hills.

Anyhow, it all came to an end, like i knew it would. There was some tiredness, sure and some pain in the coldest sleeper class I've known. But like I say, one has to just look around a little bit to find warmth. There was some sadness too, that a lot of good and fun had just come to an end. But in the hope of many others to come, we'll wait.

Later