Today it's difficult to surprise somebody by hand-made creations and especially its ruins. That's why I wasn't interested in almost destroyed temples which form fundamental sights of this place. Mighty rocky hills consisting of separate cobblestones are impressive more powerfully. These are surreal compositions made by superhuman energies really, ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a first day of true travellers. We were forsed even to ford a river taking our bags on heads. The sun flamed mercilessly and much water flowed down our bodies. We were feeling ourselves like sponges :)) ( Read more... )

Arambol is not a name of some cheese. It's a nice heavenly place. It's a piece of the land drowning in the sea by its one side. There are no habitual streets, no numbers of houses and probably no a detailed map too. Its don't matter.( Read more... )

My latest meetings of different people persuaded me very much to leave this place. I see my way to be right. Certainly it's posible to move about 100 km from the city but it's too short to feel my release from concrete jungle, from Lego's city, from people which choose their lots for torments themself. I would convince them, I would try to arrange ( Read more... )

Siddhartha gave his garments to a poor Brahman in the street. He wore nothing more than the loincloth and the earth-coloured, unsown cloak. He ate only once a day, and never something cooked. He fasted for fifteen days.
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