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I understand my family and I were very lucky tourists the day we saw this beauty. First, the trail we wanted to hike was closed because the company only gives night hike tours as far as we could tell upon arrival. There wasn't anyone at reception and there wasn't any information to read about the operation hours of the trail.

 

However, as luck was on our side, an employee stopped by for a moment and we asked if we could hike on our own. So the employee made a call and said yes, we can go and only charged us eight dollars each.

 

During that hike we saw a lot of Blue Morpho butterflies flitting about and other butterflies but I don't know what those were. We also got to watch leaf cutter ants as they marched from the leaves to the ant hill. That ant hill is enormous.

 

Not far into the hike, this guy started calling and of course we followed the calls. He was pretty far up in the tree but I did manage to get a couple of images before he flew out of sight.

 

We mentioned the sighting to a tour guide on a different hike and he stated that people come from all over the world to try and see this bird. However, most of the tourists go home with out even a glimpse of him. The tour guide was excited for us and said like most tourists, he has not seen one except in photographs.

 

So yes indeed, my family and I feel very fortunate for having the opportunity to see and hear this beauty in the wild.

 

May good fortune be with you today and always. Happy snapping.

Inside the Sancaklar Mosque. Although I don't like the institution of religion (any religion), I can understand the sentiment behind it on a personal level. This mosque is where you can have a quite time. Where you can reflect, in the true meaning of the word.

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"In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion."

Albert Camus

For my friends who don't understand French, here is the English version of Paul Eluard's poem:" Freedom". This poem was written during WW2, an ode to freedom, in the face of the occupation of France by nazi Germany in 1940.

 

FREEDOM

 

Upon my schooll notebooks

Upon my shool desk and the trees

Upon the snow sand

I write your name

 

Upon the pages already read

Upon all the white pages

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

 

Upon the golden image

Upon the weapons of warriors

Upon the crowns of Kings

I write your name

 

Upon the jungle and the desert

Upon the nests upon the brooms

Upon the echo of my enfancy

I write your name

 

Upon the wonders of nights

Upon the white bread of days

Upon the seasons betrothed

I write your name

 

Upon all my azure cloths

Upon the pond modly Sun

Upon the lake living Moon

I write your name

 

Upon the fields upon the horizon

Upon the wings of birds

And upon the mill of shadows

I write your name

 

Upon each puff of dawn

Upon the sea upon the boats

Upon the insane mountain

I write your name

 

Upon the foam of clouds

Upon the sweats of the thunderstorm

Upon the thick and bland rain

I write your name

 

Upon the glimmering shapes

Upon the bells of colors

Upon the physical truth

I write your name

 

Upon the awaken senses

Upon the outstretched roads

Upon the places that overflow

I write your name

 

Upon the lamp that is illuminated

Upon the lamp that goes out

Upon my reunited houses

I write your name

 

Upon the fruit sliced in two

From the mirror and from my bedroom

Upon my bed empty shell

I write your name

 

Upon my greedy and tender dog

Upon his upright ears

Upon his clumsy paws

I write your name

 

Upon the springboard of my door

Upon the familiar objects

Upon the flood of blessed fire

I write your name

 

Upon all granted flesh

Upon the front of my friends

Upon each hand that extends itself

I write your name

 

Upon the window pane of surprises

Upon tenderized lips

Well above the silence

I write your name

 

Upon my destroyed safe-havens

Upon my collapsed lighthouses

Upon the walls of my boredom

I write your name

 

Upon the absence without desire

Upon the naked solitude

Upon the death marches

I write your name

 

Upon the return health

Upon the faded risk

Upon the hope without memory

I write your name

 

And for the power of a word

I restart my life

I was born to know you

To call you

 

Freedom

 

Paul Eluard

   

In case you wondering, Batu Bolong means a rock with a hole; batu - rock; Bolong - Hole, Indonesian is not my native language but i can understand and speak quite good because it has allot of similarity of our own language (Malay Language)

Anyway, this is the photo from my previous Bali trip, i like the little pool in front. Have a great Monday everyone!

I stopped to explain to me when I realized that people just understand from your own level of perception.

 

♫ Background music ☊ Suicide Commando - Die Die Motherfucker"

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