Ex monk?

I don't know if it's the energy or just my inner hopeless romantic. Often, when I get to a holy place, I feel the need to pledge my soul. Maybe I was a monk in my previous life?

Sigh, alarmingly beautiful

On my second visit to Yeni Camii in Eminonu I got really intrigued by these men and their ablutions. It's still one of my fav pics of Istanbul.

Abloush, bloush, bloush

Lions

The moment of realisation

Gloriously inebriated at the Kuching Rainforest Music Festival. "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" is blasting the right amount of cheesy reprieve from a night of 'global music'.

"Ee-e-e-um-um-a-weh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle, the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight"

We were 'dancing' in a group, or more like stumbling around in drunken stupor, giggling like schoolgirls high on a crush. A revelation dawns, as pure as the starry night sky.

There are no lions in the jungle.

They live in wide open African plains, not lush tropical rainforests!

Friggin' hilarious. I probably peed in my pants.

I guess you had to be there.

Sri Lankan Aubergines

Somewhere on that long windy road up to Kandy, we stopped to lunch at the edge of this amazing paddy field. We oohed and aahed, which is stupid seeing as we come from a land of paddy fields too. But it was peaceful and serene and green, so we continued to ooh and aah.



The food arrived in record Sri Lankan time; ie. 1 hour! But, it was unanimously declared worth the wait because God created aubergines to be cooked this way!



Sticky, salty, sour, fried goodness