Everyone I know had warned me that I wouldn’t like it. The exaggerated motions of a camel, the jerks at the start and end of every lap and the pain once the travel is over. But the idea of spending a night beneath the starry sky and on the sand bed was compelling enough.
The stories about this mystic city must have compelled Swiss traveler and explorer Johann Burckhardt to choose the road little known to anyone else. He travelled from Damascus to Cairo and a long travel through the desert way to reach Sharra Mountains.
My first memories of Chiang Mai are of sitting near the Chedi of a wooden temple and talking to a monk, while he was feeding food to the street dogs. I took a couple of pictures of him capturing his kind act. Looking at me, something occurred to him and he left to go inside his chambers.
Visiting historical ruins is always an exhilarating experience for me. At times I wish I could time travel and see the era when they were actually constructed and alive. When people lived in those elegant places, when the first stone of huge temples was placed or when the huge monoliths were brought from faraway places using no machines to make the beautiful idols.
Jordan was a dream, a dream I often saw with my open eyes. A dream to spend a day like the Bedouins, to light a lamp in front of the treasury in Petra, to read a magazine while floating in Dead Sea, to be lost in the vastness of deserts and to be find myself climbing in the natural bridge of Wadirum. Some of the dreams were realized and some more were added in my wish list.
Well, I’d be the happiest in a jungle, listening to the little movements in its deep silence, observing the amusing wild life. The tall trees touching the sky, the huggable wide trunks of trees, the sun rays filtering through green leaves, the dry leaves of different shades and sizes spreading on the path like a mildly crunchy carpet, while the birds play hide and seek with the other free spirited animals.
Jordan is the first middle-east country I am traveling to, and I wasn’t sure what to expect from it. All I knew this part of world is that it has been facing various troubles. Though there have been no incidents in Jordan after the peace treaty, I would be lying if I would say I wasn’t worried about flying to Jordan. And when I reach here, I found Jordan to be an absolutely safe country to travel.
I am going to JORDAN’. Do dreams get real? Yes, they do.. 🙂
She said they used to walk to travel from Spiti to Shimla! My mouth gasped in surprise. She said politely “Yeah, we used to walk for a month or so to reach Shimla as there were no roads or transport for us. I was 13 years old when I first traveled to Shimla with my parents and spent winters there.
Imagine waking up in the city of gold, golden cast over the empty sand, the golden fort and golden rays of morning sun making it glow like real gold. Jaisalmer a remote city on extreme west in Rajasthan, it can surely take you back to the old charm of Rajput Kingdoms