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The city awakes on a lazy summer morning. Only a few cars and busses drives break the silence now and then. A newspaper boy passes me on his bike, while I am bending over my tripod. A woman who has got up early too, is on the way to her job, she hurries, and maybe she is late. Outside a cafe in the very center, a man is distributing the chairs on the square in front of the cafe. He is preparing for a busy summer day. I do love summer mornings! Photo by: Jacob Surland, www.caughtinpixels.com
"A unknown force has attacked the United States' East Coast! Paratroopers are coming out of the sky. Fighter Jets have attacked The Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty. Wait, what's going on?!?
Americans! All of your major cities except New York have been destroyed using your own weapons. The New Prussian Empire has taken over your Nuclear and Drone Systems. You are now at the mercy of the Emperor. Your military is crippled, Your cities in ruin, Surrender Now!"
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Rav, Can I use this for the Battlefront? I think that this will add a pop to the story line.
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Lana is a Cerisedolls Ombre
Face-up by Jesmo
Clothes by Marbled Halls
Photography © Primadonna dolls
This is a new place with new feelings and new people and new experiences. I dragged myself out of bed to see the sun rise in this new place,
and I finally feel so awake.
Outside woods and water.
Inside a heater that made so much noise that I had to shut it off in order to get some sleep; so freezing cold in the morning. Other than that, a great place to wake up.
The coach journey back from Whistler to Vancouver is pretty. Very pretty. Although some civil engineering idiot has decided to run the powerlines alongside a lot of the road suspended out on the lake side of the road, almost exactly at eye level. They seem to have specifically done it where the trees thin and the views are the best, too. I mean, WHY?!
Godiva is a 33 feet high puppet which is travelling from Coventry to London as part of the Cultural Olympiad. When she arrived in Northampton she was presented with a bespoke pair of riding boots made by a local manufacturer - size 72! Unfortunately she was wearing a long skirt, which meant that we could only see a small part of them.
After receiving the boots on the Market Square she made her way around the town centre preceded by a motley crew made up of the Mayor,and some Councillors, corset wearing Morris Dancers, Belly Dancers, the 'Ministry of Cycles', and 'Wicker Maidens' - who I assume were the yong ladies bearing flowers.
www.imagineerproductions.co.uk/content/6567/godiva/godiva...
Blog and Credits: www.apurpleflower.com/2019/06/25/awake-and-dreaming/
Check out the park here: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Nocturnal%20Fire/239/215/25
Sunday 30 October 2011 - Day 09 - Trek Kharikhola (2,069m/6,789ft) to Surke (2,300m / 7546ft) (photos)
Awake before dawn, so I watched the stars fade through the windows of our room, before we headed downstairs (more steep stairs!) for breakfast followed by an early start with an aim of reaching Bupsa (2,350m / 7,710ft) before the sun hit the hillside. We just about made it - and it was a stiff climb all the way from the bridge over the Khari khola up to the small village and their picturesque gompa, with great views back to straggly Kharikhola and beyond.
Lots of donkey trains today, and a family of three who were returning to Kathmandu via Lukla after celebrating Tihar at their home village. In trainers and with a 6 years old, they left us standing... Nice walking along an easy path through the forest, hugging the undulating hillsides.
As the morning went on, the weather grew cooler and around lunchtime we emerged on the flatter section around Puiyan with grey clouds overhead. Puiyan is a logging and sawmill settlement, with churned mud rather than paved path through its centre suggesting a young and/or poor place. Streams rush down steeply through the forest. At the Beehive Lodge and Restaurant, we lunched well on veg noodle soup and chapattis, joined by the Brit/Kiwi couple who had been at the lodge next door in Kharikhola - we envied their choice of omelette and chips.... The Beehive seems to do well on the passing trekking trade, which came as a surprise given how few trekkers do this route these days - until Daa Waa explained that Puiyan is an acclimatisation day walk destination for people who fly in to Lukla (or, given our experience at the end of the trek, who can't face hanging around in loveless Lukla for the longed-for flight home and decide to stretch their legs).
Fortified, we continued onwards, mainly along the flat, getting views further up the narrow, deep valley of the Dudh Kosi (दुध कोसी) which thundered along way below our path, and with plenty of pretty wild flowers and donkey trains to keep my camera occupied. No mountains mind you, just lots and lots of cloud... and somewhere ahead of us, Lukla.
At Surke (2,300m / 7546ft), we stayed in the Yak & Yeti Home - a lovely, thriving Tibetan style teahouse, which proved popular with trekkers - including the Brit+Kiwi and a really nice Italian couple, who again we were destined to see more of. After a sweaty morning and cool afternoon I was glad of the large basin of hot water and plastic jug that Daa Waa sorted out in lieu of a shower, and that plus a clean set of clothes left me feeling great.
We whiled away the time until dinner with tea and biscuits and chatting with the others discovering that the female Brit half of the Brit+Kiwi originally came from Monmouth... The TV came on too - little did we realise this would be our last TV for the rest of the trip - and we learned that Jimmy Savile had died aged 84. The cloud lifted a little, giving us a glimpse of a snowy peak further up the Handi Khola river valley.
After dinner, continuing his introduction to local culinary treats, Daa Waa offered us a hot Mustang Whiskey toddy. Hazel, abstaining from drinking on this trek too, left me to do my best to polish off the "small" size serving, which turned up in a tea cup... I failed.
Read more: www.sparklytrainers.com/blog/archives/2012/03/17/three_hi...
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We returned to the lockers after our morning dives, which would have been our last shore dives outside of the house reef. We were intending on doing a couple more dives at Calabas, but we weren't expecting to see anymore different creatures.
We've heard about a resident octopus at the dock, but we've never seen it before. When we walked to our lockers, 2 divers were returning with stories about the octopus being in a pipe near the dock. So Luis and I jumped right back in.
Unfortunately, the octopus was wedged inside a pipe, behind a couple of dead corals surrounded by fish parts and broken shells. It looks like it has been bothered by many divers and is not coming out at least for now. I'm ashamed to admit that I think I woke it up with the flash on my camera. Oops!
Dive Site: Calabas Reef
I have woken again - it's ten to six, I'm not likely to sleep again so I'm lying in bed (that's my head on the pillow) listening to After Henry which I've downloaded from BBC iPlayer.